Kevin sent me some links to YouTube videos of PROJECT Trio. I have been looking at their work for a couple of days and figure I will share it.
Greg Pattillo plays beatbox flute. Here is an example.
How about a little Flight of the Bumblebee?
And the whole trio playing Bourree and Peter and the Wolf.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Back from Mississippi (or is that Iowa?)
I arrived back in Atlanta at 3:00 Wednesday afternoon.
After the week spent with the International Lay Cistercian meeting (you can read all about the week here), I spent several days at Our Lady of the Mississippi, a community of Trappistines on a bluff near the Mississippi River.
I stayed in their guest house. I cooked for myself -- one day I had macaroni and cheese and stewed rhubarb! I prayed with the community -- they have a beautiful liturgy, beautifully sung.
One day Sr. Myra took me all over their property. In the woods we saw a mine of Spain, an open pit, which was the opening to a lead mine dug by Spaniards in the 18th century. These pits are found all over the bluffs along the Mississippi. We also saw a fawn in the field, a tiny creature whose mother was nowhere near.
The weather was pleasant and breezy. Now I am back in the still oppressive heat. But the fans are on in church.
After the week spent with the International Lay Cistercian meeting (you can read all about the week here), I spent several days at Our Lady of the Mississippi, a community of Trappistines on a bluff near the Mississippi River.
I stayed in their guest house. I cooked for myself -- one day I had macaroni and cheese and stewed rhubarb! I prayed with the community -- they have a beautiful liturgy, beautifully sung.
One day Sr. Myra took me all over their property. In the woods we saw a mine of Spain, an open pit, which was the opening to a lead mine dug by Spaniards in the 18th century. These pits are found all over the bluffs along the Mississippi. We also saw a fawn in the field, a tiny creature whose mother was nowhere near.
The weather was pleasant and breezy. Now I am back in the still oppressive heat. But the fans are on in church.
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