On my way to rehearsal this afternoon (singing Gavin Bryars at the Guggenheim tomorrow night), I walked past these daffodils. I’m strangely drawn to bright yellow objects. It’s like salt and vinegar, or the sound of a delicately EQ’d Rhodes… Something sensorily awesome about the color yellow.

While black-eyed susans are my all-time favorite flowers, daffodils are somewhere in my top ten. One of the most amazing things about them is their spooky heliophilia, how they all turn one direction for maximum sunlight. Seeing that on the sidewalk in New York seems particularly poignant. There was just something about this scene of daffodils all turned in the same direction, glancing over the iron fence at the traffic on 10th avenue. Like cows in a Gary Larson cartoon, gazing at the country road with a posture and attitude that’s uncannily human.

Also, I know one shouldn’t read during rehearsal… But given the ample tacet time in Bryars’ ambient “Sinking of the Titanic”, I continued my little journey through Kierkegaard’s “Fear and Trembling” — suggested by a friend for consideration for an upcoming (tbd!) music/theater project. Reading that with a live surround-sound soundtrack is pretty spectacular…

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