Syrta by Kosmos, 1986Levendia performing at Norfolk Greek Festival, 1986
Expression of art, through music...
Thirty-eight years ago, the Kosmos Band (Odysseus, Leonidas, Gus) made its debut at the Norfolk Greek Festival. The four-day festival was the benchmark by which other ethnic Greek-American communities measured their special events. The band performed at the Festival for four consecutive years.
It is music (and other artistic and literary expression) that defines, expresses soul without boundaries.
A FESTIVAL IN NORFOLK
The sun had not yet assumed its commanding position. Darkness reigned as we loaded the van with our instruments and other equipment so that we would begin our journey to Norfolk.
Time was measured in natural terms. A landmark here and there meant that Norfolk was drawing closer. The evergreen trees portended to a familiar route taken by us before; they symbolized a freshness -- a freshness we hoped to infuse into our music.
Arriving in Norfolk, we proceeded to the church grounds. The "Greek Festival 1986" was underway. Workers were organizing the various exhibits in anticipation of numerous visitors.
The sun was out in full force, combining with the humidity to make for a challenging climate -- a temporary discomfort, for in festivals, almost everything is bearable but rain and lightning.
We performed for four days. Visitors would come and look at the instruments, after having sampled the various delicacies. The hellenic culture was presented through sight, smell, taste, literature and sound. An extra touch was needed -- spirit...
Playing the guitar, piano and drums, we performed the music of Hatzithakis, Spanos, Xarhakos, Theodorakis and other composers of the last two decades. People listened, surprised at the variety of music. They clapped, eagerly waiting for the next selections.
Children: a reflection of innocence. There they were, clapping and dancing. Crying infants would stop wailing when carried in front of the stage while we performed. A tranquil medium existed.
By the third day, hundreds of people were passing through the festival by the hour. People came, sat, ate, drank, listened and came to ask questions. Friendliness abounded. Makis, Georgia, Pete, Eva, Jerry and countless volunteers offered their humor and help. There was a little boy from Bethesda, Maryland, with his grandmother who kept staring at the musicians. Countless others shared their spirits with us.
Dancers from Tarpon Springs, Florida, were present. The Levendia dance troupe colorfully performed numerous dances, each with grace and agility. They added momentum to the occasion. They danced harmoniously to our music, inspiring others to do the same.
We performed traditional dance music. The Saturday night visitors were thirsting to express themselves through dance, and they did. One can never tell when this happens. It just happens -- one person after another got up to dance the syrto and kalamatiano. We could not stop playing -- that would have repressed our spirit as well as that of the crowd. We received energy from watching others dance with a zest for life. One song brought forth the next. People looked to us and we looked to them. Emotion had taken over logic. It was the emotion of happiness; logic was irrelevant.
Sunday evening saw a repetition of Saturday, except that it was more emotional. It was the last day of the festival; we were playing our last set of songs. It was with joy and sadness that we played and finished. Joy because we shared our gift of music with people and the people responded, and sadness because it is always difficult to detach oneself from a joyous occasion.
The moon was full. We loaded the van, said our farewells and headed back to Washington. We carried with us an experience from which we would draw upon for inspiration in the future -- the spirit of music expressed by the people as the spirit of life.
Potpourri of smiles, laughter, colors, downtown-bound on O’Connell Street; Younger looker with shades, older bloke with tattoos; Dublin abounds with memories I will not forget
Six-eighths, endless loop; Fiddle arpeggios, guitar coloring, concertina conducting; Up and down, scale of sine waves; Melody, flavoring cultural palate, uplifting crowd
Daybreak is greeted by exiting dream of pre-COVID years (it was only yesterday, or so it seemed). I think about what to wear; the thought quickly dissipates. Boxer shorts are very, very comfortable.. why change?
Siri does not yet know how to interpret the word COVID; however, "covert" may be a good word it is misinterpreting, or covertly interpreting.
We have been in this isolation mode for over two weeks. It has made for a strange behavioral patterns, such as human avoidance, sanitizing inanimate vectors, etc.
April 2020
Από όνειρο ξύπνησα, μήπως πραγματοποιηθεί;
Waking from a dream will it materialize?
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WHO’S W.H.O. ?
Select players, dictating policy, germinating seeds of distrust and dark crops?
11 April 2020
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Ποιος ακούει; Το πονηρό χαμόγελο κρύβει ο σκοτεινός θάλαμος φρενώνM
Who’s listening? The sneaky smile hidden in dark cerebral tunnel
10 Απριλίου 2020
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MONOTONY OF MONASTICISM
Myopic and melodic, imagination meandering
New iterations of intimacy, in maize of constriction, personal space redefined
Periods of exuberance, escape complete, replaced by reality, only to repeat
Differentiation of days, what is meaning? Existentialist, yet esoteric, limited by mental threshold
Opportunity to reflect meaning of life; Priorities, not labels and expectations, catharsis of brainwashing
Mental abbey, no garden plots Existentialist memories, the only preserves
21 April 2020
Αντίληψη ελευθερίας Ελευθερία, κρυμμένη στο δάσος ιών και βίον
βιασμός εγκέφαλου
Ψυχική πλάκωση
Anticipation of freedom Freedom, hidden in the woods of viruses and life
Mental abuse outstretched soul
25 April 2020
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Tree of Relationship rooted in insecurity where fruit never ripens
Δέντρο σχέσεων βασισμένο σε ανασφάλεια.. άγουροι καρποί
26 April 2020
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JULY 2022
Twenty-seven months later, we are in a new phase, no less frustrating…
COVIDOLOGIA Covid Chronicles
Treated as if lepers, where socializing was a dance of paranoia
Σαν να είμαστε λεπροί, οι κ οινωνικές σχέσεις παρανοϊκός χορός
Odysseus' Quest 