October 17, 2006I bought Noam at an underground slave trade auction in Morocco in 1984 for two pigs and a dead chicken. I kept him in what I thought was a rather lovely kennel for about six years before he knawed his way through the aluminum bars and escaped through the sewer pipes. I didn't see him again until a couple of months ago. He gave me $20, we called it even, and have been good friends ever since.
I'm an eclectic live-p.a. guy with a lot of talent, funk and intensity to offer in a jam session or a worthy project. I produce unusual, very danceable techno tracks, and am looking to gravitate to a broader beat range. I've participated lightly to moderately in burning man projects over the last 2 years, and am in a relative lull on that at the moment, but may well ratchet that up again.
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June 14, 2006I met Noam only a short time ago. But each time I see him I become more and more aware of an unspoken bond (hopefully a two directional one!!). I can't explain it, but he feels like a brother to me. When I hug him hello (or just because) I feel like I've done it a million times before. And I know next to nothing about him. Time will change that.
My friend, I love you like the brother I never had. I have no idea why. Maybe you can tell me...
February 28, 2006Focused,
you are supportive even in silence;
I honour you,
your heartfelt guardianship
and your emerging wizardry;
thank you for your presence!!