Walking Sadie last night, stargazing as usual, I heard rippling music coming from above. I realized my neighbor Peggy must be back from her vacation. The door was open onto her balcony, and the sounds of the harp went so gently with the night that I resisted shouting at her to come out. I saw her today. Much like me with my mano a mano with the sidewalk, Peggy lost in a close encounter with a cheese grater, put her off playing for three weeks. Now that she's back she'll start her harp lessons again. I asked if I could take a picture of her playing her harp for my blog. Peggy said, "Why ever for?"
I said, "It's interesting. How many harpists do you know?"
I'll post again when I can get Peggy's photo and pump her for more information.
Heavenly.
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I said, "It's interesting. How many harpists do you know?"
Turns out, quite a lot, actually. There is a doctoral program in harp at Colorado State University in Ft. Collins, and a large number of those graduates have settled hereabouts. Peggy's teacher specializes in jazz harp--who knew? Her students have recitals, as do many others. Peggy assures me that Northern Colorado is a hotbed of harpists. Or is it harpers? I wonder what the distinction is? I wonder if any of these harpists or harpers is a bard? And what is the connection with harpies? So many questions, so little time.