Last Friday, one of the MFA program poets, Maria, hosted a poetry and music night at her home in Boston. She, a fiction writer, and another poet read from their theses that they are to complete this month, Maria's sister Annie played us several of her own songs (accompanied by her amazing voice. I think I fell in love.), and Maria's friend played percussion, wowing us with a TEN minute triangle solo. So many sounds!
Afterward, we sat in Maria's living room, holding beer bottles and wine glasses, and the night evolved. One of the poets ran into the kitchen, proclaiming, "I need some wine bottles, because we're playing jug band, and it's sweet."
We were indeed, and it was, indeed, sweet. For hours, we improvised percussion on bottles and cans and boxes of pasta and spoons, using phrases culled from quiet conversations to create eight, nine, ten part harmonies. When it got too late for the baby downstairs, we took it to the train tracks down the street.
I sure wish I had a musical saw.