...there is a music project called the silkroadproject

along_silk_road
Originally uploaded by blueolive.

The CD has inspired
my dad to show us how to dance with scarves--
arms and hands almost timid, or unpracticed, as though you know the drawing of the movment but you dont know how to draw it out of your body memory) floating over his head and behind his back as though holding imaginary scarves, a decided lack of attention to the rhytm but more attention to the melodic instrumental travels over rippled mountinas valeeys, the caspian sea and a river running through my imagination

--did youever watch anyone dance like that?

--at some point the hands land on hips, a little mischevious smile lands, and my mother, who has been standing in the doorway watching, says
her voice warbling with truth-voice laughter: you're making that up!!!
the forgotten scarf licks at his elbow as he half prances back to the couch, facing away, trying to hide ---his twinkling eyes and half smile that suggest, at least some part of this performance, coaxed on by my mother and I, spaning from its hand weaving pattern on the far end of the couch

only arms and couch imbeded hip movments

ending
standing poised on the beautiful carpet coloured with
pomegranate skins

the hand on hips and in the air (having just thrown back a winter scarf that failed in the project that was suggesting two silk scarves)

The spot was then taken up by my mother
who explored the 'persian' dancing method of hip and foot...
here instead of hands it is a evocation of hip and belley, a drawing a dance seen and known in a core that is eminating its known-fact-like-breath movement, becoming something-like-this-exactly ripples on the hip weaving foot swerving surface hands and fingers eventually weaving in to castanets and foot stamping (ball first) as the rhythm gets pulled out of the melody and weaves with memories of an old bar with flamenco dancers --"the food was bad, though...that was a long time ago (hands forgotten, attention to feet now )..it was a restaurant, what was it called?
"Don Quixote...near spadina north of college"
hands and feet have stopped...
I fall in love with the CD
for more than the cello,
the musical intermingling
and the second mention of an instrument, the 'Tabla,' a drum I may just have to learn to play.

this might be why I love these sounds so much...

www.silkroadproject.org