The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Monday, October 26, 2015

It's beginning to look like... cont.

Muertos.... and in driving around, I am noticing more muerteada murals this year.  There are tens of villages, all Etlas, and they all seem like they are having one.  We always hit the one in San Agustin Etla, but they really are all around me.
What is a muerteada?  People dress up in all sorts of outfits and then, starting at sundown on Nov.1, they go from house to house and dance like total maniacs, often with six tubas pumping out the bass!  I mean, you gotta dance.
The bands play the most infectious music imaginable and it goes on until 10 AM the next morning when, in San Agustin, it ends in sort of a most pit, but more on that later.  For now it is the art of the murals.
This one, just down the road from me, appears to be in process.  It must be for San Pablo Etla.
 The fiddler plays.... later on, the Piper's paid.

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