Rhythmic

Drums are a mystery.

Well, a greater mystery since any musical instrument is beyond my abilities.

Drums were my rumination as I attended the concert by an ensemble the Anderson Twins gathered at Symphony Space. [Mari S Gold will review shortly.]

The drums take the percussive lead, of course, but they whisper subtly when coaxed by a brush.

There is so much less bravado in their rhythms when the drums are brushed rather than beaten.

Self congratulations

What do you do to be involved in the community?

Do you really believe in a humble brag? Really?

I love that it’s for “yard waste.” I mean, here in New York City

When my friend J told me she was placing all her “live food” [her vivid description] in one of these bins, I issued a grump. She, btw, was not bragging.

On her podcast activist-actress Julia Louis-Dreyfus had been acclaiming the merits of a home food compactor for a while.

Another grump from me. Too much earth-friendly virtue, I grumbled.

The compost pails are law in NYC now. They put up big centralized bins on the corners a few months ago.

Next, they required your landlord to make these accessible for us all.

You can hear my complaint over this new task as I carry my bag up the block.

Just a humble brag.