(savajnote: I never interpret these for y’all, but I can tell from a certain awkwardness in the reception of this art that there may be some misunderstanding, and so. I have been listening and loving Rudi Harst for 35 years. There’s always been a little humor behind the earnest intentionality of his performances. the use of the word “wind” here could be interpreted as a bit of a dig – people use “hot air” and “bag of wind” somewhat derisively, and there was the excellent Christopher Guest film, “The Mighty Wind” that mocked the stereotypical folk singer. And, of course, there are the foul winds that accompany a beans and rice diet, but we won’t go there, either. The Wind of which this piece seeks refers more to the holy zephyrs carrying divine messages from the natural world to the human consciousness. The wind, for example, that is blowing Venus to shore in my favorite Botticelli. That’s the wind of which this art speaks, the filling of Rudi’s lungs with deep breath, which is exhaled in song, which reaches hearts and minds, which is the “busy-ness” we are all engaged in…)
living to make the Song
everytime is comes around on the guitar is the only time it comes around on the guitar just like that
‘s cool spirit
sometimes a joyful noise starts singin the blues
seer
he said she said
magisician
teachin’
wise guy
a ministry of monkeying
