jumping jacks, terrific books, word games, big windows with lovely views, sand-sifting, hard work, movies, photographs, early morning sun, singersongwriters, colored paper and crossword puzzles on pink newsprint.
Harmony. Human vulnerability. Livingroom dancers. Piano-bar singers. Beautiful fabrics. Light, warmth. Piant. Food.
Classical guitar. Voice accompanied by the thumb-piano. Timpani. A timpan? Flute. Karaoke. Humming. Shower songs. "I Think it's Going to Rain Today" as sung by Bette. The soundtrack to The Legend of Bagger Vance. Laughter. Birdsong. The sound a power-outage makes. The sound of walking. Cat meows. Luciana Souza. Foreign speakers. Water. Library hush. Ani D. The absence of sound when you get engrossed in a really good novel. Oven doors. My mums Rod Stewart favorites, in combination with her singing along. My brothers songs, especially the one about the subway. Beat poets. "Harriet, Sweet Harriet" as interpreted by Mr. Myers. Latin jazz, Frank Sinatra and Nick Drake. Saxophones on street corners, especially when they take requests. Drum circles. Grass. "Moondance." Joni Mitchell.
Language books. College Literature Readers. Recommended readings. Yes, please do...
Artists.