On Tue, 30 May 2006 04:08:49 -0400, "soundhaspriority"
wrote:


in the big open area in front of the S. Met an African drummer in a
corridor, and we bonded

You sure he'll be right for you, Robert? Sometimes love at first sight
doesn't work in the long term.

This is how we bonded: He declined to be recorded, but offered me a free CD.
I replied, "No, I'll buy it." He opened up a bit, told me about his artistic
endeavors in multiple areas, his dedication to his music, and his desire to
create a composite piece with his African drums, and a violin, and other
instruments. I do not dream as a musician, but accepted what he said with
the same hope that he had, and I resolved to try to put some people
together. In this case, I'm acting as a facilitator of art. Being the
recordist gives me the presence at the moment of creation. Some call this
the "best seat in the house."

I once put together a film project walking down Manhattan streets. I never
thought of myself as a salesman, yet I found that under once circumstance, I
could sell. The currency is work, and the product is hope; hope for mutual
advancement by rising far above mediocrity. It is hard to rise high enough,
but for the most part, people understand that.

Nice story and thoughts. Just not sure what "yet I found that under
once circumstance, I could sell" means.