pianist, portland, july 2005
Dec. 22nd, 2005 09:27 pm
Arlina and I spent a few days in Portland Oregon on our first trip together back in 1990. One day our friends took us to the Saturday Market, a giant flea market at the edge of downtown. We came across a pianist tucked away in a corner, playing a beat-up old piano. His name was Paul Immanuel Owens. We liked his music and bought a cassette, which we listened to almost all the way down the coast.
When I was back in Portland at the beginning of my trip this summer, I headed back to the Saturday Market on my way out of town. Paul Owens was still there, tucked away in a corner, playing a beat-up old piano. There was something about him still being there, still playing after all these years, that moved me in a way I can't articulate.
"I'm back," I said.
I bought a CD of his music and listened to it as I crossed the prairie.
edit: i found this article about him after I posted this. The article was published yesterday!
http://www.oregonlive.com/portland/oregonian/index.ssf?/base/portland_news/113471070272940.xml&coll=7
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Date: 2005-12-23 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 08:08 am (UTC)"I'm back," I said.--
Constancy is a very good thing. I appreciate it, too - to leave a place and return with a same person or thing there -still-; how amazing!
It isn't the mere fact of them being there though. It's what it can mean for them to remain, too. If it means something good, then it's a very joyous thing.
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Date: 2005-12-23 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-23 02:51 pm (UTC)After I posted this, I did a web search so I could send him an email, and found a newspaper article about him, posted just yesterday(!), that says he has been playing there for over 20 years.
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Date: 2005-12-24 12:58 am (UTC)(i would love to hear him)