Archive for May, 2013

Why is NY Retro retro

Friday, May 31st, 2013

No performance art can be absolutely retro. Even if it remains absolutely true to the historical elements it will still be perceived in the presence of the contemporary mindset. What NY Retro attempts to do is bring back that sense of experimentation and merging of styles that created those classic rock milestones in the first place. Bob and Steve were around to see that drama unfold. Mike early on fell in love with progressive rock which NY Retro does not adhere to a strict definition of the progressive rock style(We try to be a little more soulful) but, that meeting of classical music virtuosity with modern instruments and rhythms is definitely something we strive for.

Sacred Pagan Word-Help

Sunday, May 5th, 2013

The first image that comes to mind when I think of the word ‘help’ is the commercial for some charity with a middle aged gray bearded man holding a dark skinned child in a poverty stricken third world, somewhat primitive, village while he proclaims that a dollar a day will…; you get the idea. The next image is from one of the Icelandic Sagas in which a man is asking a more powerful neighbor for help in a legal suit at the Althing. They negotiate favor for favor and come to an understanding. From the Havamal we hear that everyone has worth; a man who has lost a hand can herd sheep, a deaf man can go into battle and prevail. From these images I deduce that in the Pagan world the sacred word ‘help’ implies a two way street. We help each other. We make commitments to each other and we live by our word. Another saying from the Havamal is “Only a corpse has no value”. In the born again world I guess the old self dies and all commitments die with him. We mourn the loss of our drummer.Bob & Steve

First Love

Friday, May 3rd, 2013

When I was thirteen my first love was a twin who went to the local catholic school. I don’t know why her twin sister called me and pretended to be her to break up with me. I learned from an older sister that my first love was sad and moped around but, she accepted it as a fait accompli. I guess we’re all the product of the commitments we make in life and her commitment to her twin outweighed any she felt toward me. A couple of years later I watched her try to integrate into the ninth grade public school social scene. A couple of years after that at the age of 17 I visited her at the funeral home where she was laid out. she’d had a baby, a heroin habit and a widower proclaiming she had died of infectious hepatitis and not serum hepatitis.