Sitting amongst the crashing waves and settled sand underfoot under the early evening hours waning light, sitting in surrounded circle while being treated to a private and personal piano concert (that’s mic’d up to our wireless headsets, is something I’d not thought I’d find myself ever doing. Actually, I was lost in the surreal sounds of a masterfully played piano while ably wandering aimlessly on the sand in the semi-dark closing of the day.
What a concept to be uplifted through a musical journey where the distractions of external sounds are blocked out. All that can be heard are the delicate notes being played by a lone pianist, hearing even the slightest flawed notes in transition from one rift to the next. It doesn’t matter. That’s the beauty of it. Non-perfection. One solid continuous hour, unbroken by anything except your own passing thoughts … I didn’t want it to end.
Here are a few silent snaps …