Bound
for Glory
My
brother tossed a moon out
the back of the
school bus and
got suspended from Lenox shortly
before graduation, first in his class.
Yale
told him to take a gap year.
He hitchhiked to
San Francisco
worked in Cannery Row, studied
sitar
with Ali Akbar Kahn, returned
to New Haven to
play in a bluegrass
band, edit the Yale lit and walk
away
spring of his junior year moved by a
Joseph
Spence concert and never
returned no he never
returned.
Hooked up with a dancer and her
world-wide
dance troupe, moved to
Santa Cruz to
make his own music;
with a high school degree and
experiential
credentials he taught composing for
dance and also philosophy, tenured
half-time at
I’m guessing 35 years at
the University of Utah dance
program
in SLC and let kittens freely
play over
his piano key board.
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