The whisper-singing. The jumpsuits or dresses, always in black-and-white. The fluid movements. The eyebrows.
For M.’s birthday, we are going to the University of Washington to see Oedipus: A Music Theater Drama, as imagined by composer, inventor, musician, Depression-era hobo, philosopher, and instrument builder Harry Partch.
I first got hold of Folk Songs of North America by Alan Lomax while I was hopping freight, appropriately enough. Lomax rescued the history of the beating heart of America from fading into oblivion, and did so with scholarly precision and personal devotion.