Brass Liberation Orchestra
My friend and I heard them coming down
Valencia St. yesterday. Quite a motley crew, blaring on trumpets and
beating on drums. The sound pierced the lazy Sunday afternoon, broke
a hole in the invisible ceiling above the street of shops, as people
went about their business shopping, begging or stealing. And we
suddenly realized: we were outdoors, with nothing between us and the
sky. This annoyed some people and delighted others. Of two strollers
that passed by, I saw one baby wiggling to the music and the other
covering its ears: politics begins earlier than we imagine! As for
me, my first urge was to march behind the band, no matter what their
political affiliations. So my friend and I did that, along with two
touristy guys in cowboy hats made from Coors beer cartons. As we
marched I felt like I was in some Eastern European village, on my way
to the Shrovetide festivities. It also made me think of the marches
in Mahler's 3rd Symphony... more on that later.
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