Song Night. One of our end-of-the-semester events, always a good conclusion to the class, and also a chance to get all my musician friends together. There's David Beecher, with violin (David teaches history at Cal) and Mauricio, on guitar, smiling--and Kory, to my left, whose face says she's enjoying herself. (I remember that Kory had joined us impomptu--but she knew all the México songs, with her compelling voice. See Kory post). David plays beautifully--and just about anything, by ear--it was always a treat when he'd sit in. Fine accordion by Max Chanowitz, from behind.
We're in the old Room 170--dark wood walls to the right, lots of contemplative middle distance to get lost in. (This quality vanished when the room was re-done all white two years later.)
Oh yes, the identifier tag. There in the screenshot, unfortunately--but I guess I'll always know that that's me...
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I liked to give names to those evenings, this one being Fiesta, Vecherinka, Hoedown. Spanish, Russian, and American. Sometimes with a special songbook to match--for that night, see http://anthonydubovsky33.blogspot.com/
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The yellow rose on the table. From the garden on Miramar, one of Betsy's. I must have brought it with her in mind, too...
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