the column of lasting insignificance...
Michael’s chosen instrument is the accordion—although he has many others—and what brought him to Ojai was the annual Music Festival where he rejoined his old colleagues, the soprano Dawn Upshaw, who directed this year’s festival, and the intriguingly-named group Eighth Blackbird (there are six of them).
But in addition to the scheduled performance, he finds his audiences at random. “I usually don't contact anyone. I have about 150 gigs set up in advance this year and for the rest I just show up at different places that i think might be receptive to a musical experience and ask if they would like me to perform on that day. It could be a cafe, hospital, gallery, anywhere really; the 150 gigs determine my general direction, and where I need to be at certain times. I've been lucky this year as the timing has worked out well taking me all over the USA and parts of Europe”.
His music making has taken him to many beautiful places around the world: Hong Kong, Copenhagen, Courchevel, Madrid, and Caracas, for example, which is where he began what he terms Gig 365.
“I became curious about what would happen if I was to share music-making in a wide variety of traditional and non-traditional venues for an entire year. I began to wonder about what it would be like to perform everyday. Would a momentum develop? Would I be able to gather and use the energy in a meaningful way for people that shared music making with me along the way? Would I discover something new about music, about myself, about others? It became clear that 2011 was the time to do it.
MICHAEL’S FRIEND and traveling companion, Oscar Cainer comments: “ The beauty of this project is the way in which music is its sole currency. The ability to offer music for free has opened up an entire world of emotional exchanges that would not necessarily have been possible were there financial constraints.
“I've been traveling with Michael for significant bursts of time every other month on average - I was there at the beginning in the shrines, orphanages and care homes of Venezuela and at the coffee shops, rock clubs and homeless centers in Florida. I was tagging along at the gleaming concert halls of Madrid and Copenhagen and I was driving him around between village hall, folk club, church and boatyard across the UK and France.
“I've been party to swamp music from Louisiana, cowboy music from South America, blues music from the South OF America, gypsy music from Europe, folk music from England, classical music from Argentina and tribal drumming from Tibet, all through the work of one mans arm.
In the compact white truck in which the pair travel, is a large array of instruments, including accordion and dozens of percussion instruments, (”some of which my dad and I built specifically for this tour”); a stage, speakers system and a 6' x 4' light board that folds in half (500 multi colored Xmas tree lights through random holes poked through painted black paneling). There’s a suitcase with clothes, a tent, tarp, blankets, pillows. other small stuff to fix things (tape, wire, pins, glue) flashlights...etc. I have a few pictures.
Where will the wandering minstrel find himself next?
WHATEVER INFLUENCE he might have had on the world at large, he’s certainly changed the life of his companion.
This column first appeared on 6/25/11
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