So I dash to a studio in Bushwick and don’t even have time to sign in (“We’ll handle it after class!”). The teacher played a selection of Bonobo during class, and I’d forgotten how much I absolutely love this band.
A little meditation on death.
Sometimes for Music Monday I post inspiring music. Sometimes I post great yoga music. Sometimes, I just really want to rock out. My mother’s been insisting that I visit her […]
On learning how to fly. Kevin. From the Irish Caoimhghín, meaning “handsome birth,” Kevin is the namesake of the patron saint of blackbirds. Long before I knew that, I was infatuated […]