Synesthetic Sessions
Synesthetic Sessions, man, it’s back and it’s a journey. A monthly happening, where the walls vibrate with the sound of former Bard College souls, the core band that opens the door. But the door don’t stay closed, nah. It’s an open invitation, a call to the wild, a shout to the uncharted musicians to show up, to plug in, to play what can’t be contained.
Last month? Oh, last month, the air was thick with it. Flutes, man, flutes layered in sadness, curling through the room like smoke. A cellist, deep like the ocean, strings pulled to the edge. Bass players—bass players with the groove, the pulse, the heartbeat. Guitars, guitars, riffing through the air, weaving webs of sound. An accordion? Yeah, an accordion, bending time, bending air. And a poet? Oh, the poet. Spitting words through a looper, turning phrases into loops, into a rhythm, into a spell.
