Since we've been talking about John Cage, I was reminded of a salon I hosted in a community house—"The Grange"—in which I lived in the early 90s here in Seattle. Specifically, it was November 1991; a number of us had recently moved to a house in the Mt. Baker neighborhood, then still a little ragged and out of the way.
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First, I hope you haven't missed me these past three months. I haven't missed you, I must admit. I've been doing more real, rather than virtual things; among the real I count reading. Here are some excerpts from a delightful, even breathtaking, book by Kay Larson—Where the Heart Beats: John Cage, Zen Buddhism, and the Inner Life of Artists. I found it in Powell's Books in Oregon several years ago, when Amy and I got a delicious weekend day to roam the city while Grandma Grace spent time with Japhy.
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