I dreamt that my wife & I were hiking here in Massachusetts and an impossibly enormous jet-black buffalo charged across the path ahead of us, plunged into a lake and then ran up a wooded hill. When I say enormous, his head was as large as a big real-life bison.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
“Is it irksome to you to hear your own verses sung?” asked Zenobia, with a gracious smile.
— Hawthorne, The Blithedale Romance
Ten years ago today, Triad’s inaugural concert of 11 May 2015 at Harvard’s Memorial Chapel became available for general enjoyment on YouTube. I had the honor of starting the proceedings by conducting Sarah Riskind’s invigorating Hariyu:
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