POINT OF TELLING

The sensation you get when you see yourself on video, or hear yourself on an audio recording— that whole-body cringe that threatens to crumple you like a parent who’s stepped on a lego in the night— let’s just say I’ve had occasion to study it a bit.

There was the time, owing to my own new-mom restlessness & desperation to “connect” with the “world” I ran around naked in the snow on the interwebs —clearly the only solution—for example.

And there are more delightfully nonsensical, unpredictable videos than you can shake a stick at of the family band I play in, crammed into the corner of some bar or winery or other, making jokes to ourselves and barely remembering what it is we do from minute to minute (What key? What lyrics? Never mind, just repeat the first verse three times. Who sings on this one anyway? Have we tuned? Did Berto bring the tuba today?— a kind of happy amnesiac’s picnic of sound).