Wandering around the Fine Arts building is like stepping onto a different campus. It is grimy, it is dim, it is made up of confusing hallways and office doors lined top to bottom with photos and comics cut from newspapers. The building makes its noises around you like the creaking bones of an old, haunted house, and somewhere beyond the next corner (or is it the one after?) are voices, delighted shouts, the tinkling of a lone piano.
And then, around that last corner, a trumpet starts up, mellow and warm like a touch on the cheek, accompaniment for the distant piano, for the voices of students somewhere else in the belly of the building. Percussion, an electric guitar, played together without any apparent reason, just simply to play, just simply for the tones to intermingle. Jazz of bare bones, games played by Miles Davis and his kind, and what has to be a half-century old still sounds brand new, still sounds contemporary, still looks into the face like a challenge.
A keyboard tuned to gospel organ starts up, seemingly for comedic effect. And I discover I can see through that fourth-floor window; all of the Baltimore skyline.
Unknown "God In Motion" Gloomy
- 16 years, 3 months, 20 days ago
