Friday, July 6, 2012


this topic brings me to national city,california, to wilbur bradley's gourd farm.  There i washed gourds with peter shapiro who would later cut and fashion them into kalimbas...thumb pianos....with notes reverberating.  he could play that kalimba like it was a steel drum.

gourds are amazing things. they come in all shapes and sizes.  painted, wood burned, carved or natural, gourds possess a quiet dignity and timelessness.

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