Glaciers and floods are far apart. But is it distance or time that divides?
Go ahead: take the distance between us and divide it in half. Divide it in half again. And again. Again. The distance gets smaller and smaller but never equals zero. So it is impossible for us to touch each other. Yet somehow we do.
How, then?
Math and physics— blah blah blah. No.
Time and sound— music. Yes.
Music is just sound traveling through time. Music is just vibrations in the air. But somehow it melts all our glacial doubts about ever really touching one another. Somehow music dissolves that distance between us— until the flood is far from far away. It is here. Now. It is the voice of Sunny.
When she sings, she lets herself unfold, open and vulnerable like a paper-pasted Valentine— the kind you made in grade school, all worried about cooties and wishing you were cool.
When she sings, she coos and roars— soothing moans soar out of her throat, throttle-forward on a motorboat.
When she sings, she’s dreamy and ethereal a la Hope Sandoval, emotionally virile a la Fiona Apple, powerful and compelling a la Nina Simone.
When she sings, she is the flood.
And all that stuff about distance and physics and doubting if we can ever really touch each other?
When she sings, she is a flower on the casket of doubt.
—Brian Sauer,
music critic and author of the novel
'i Cannot See Tomorrow'
Boulder, Colorado
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Sunny! hello old friend, I just left a comment on Jei's page and saw that you just left a comment there too. So hello and even though were on oposite sides of the continent we are close together on the comments on Jei's page... Hehehe Love yous and miss yous.
Hey, how was the show? What's new with you? I was actually in the city a few weeks ago, just for a night to see friends whose wedding I'll miss in Rio. I had some family things going on so there wasn't really any socializing going on. I plan to be back soon, so let's meet up. beijos
After having had a 'sense of humor' for a good long while, I've once again had it up to here... Let's start a campaign: "That's not what 'gay' means." Or else let's start saying "omigod, that shit is soooo totally hetero."
Things are good here. Traveling a bit. And you? Still at Franny's? That afternoon in the sun was sweet. Hope to see you again when in NY in early 08. Thanks for checking in! -AW
okay - too many commonalities to be a coincidence. It is meant to be, cherie. So, did you have a butter box and stick as your first instrument? I'm always occupied until 8 PM on Mondays, so I could only join after that. I NEED THE LWL!!!! xx j
(I want to give you MFK Fisher's little thing she wrote about roasting tangerine slices on the radiator. It's called Borderland.)
Sunny! Thank you!!! Folks, this girl can cook her face off. And her sense of humor is sublimely stupid (takes one to know one). And she throws a wicked fun soiree.
I daresay, she is also just one of my new very favorite people.
Hey lady. Last night I dreamt that you lived in an huge gorgeous mountain house with 3 pools, 2 hot tubs, 2 kitchens and so many bedrooms that I got lost for a week.
