Greetings, One & All~

The Old Pueblo has already received more than its 30-year average annual rainfall with four months still to go in the year, for which all Sonoran Desert creatures are grateful, and to which the lush greenery, the abundant wildlife, and the mindful resumption of human activity attest. As we move through the hot, humid days of late summer into the cooler, drier days of early autumn, your humble narrator has good news and uplifting events to share in this September issue of your A 440 Newsletter. Be well and be in touch!


Music & Meditation

On Saturday September 4th at 8:30 AM PT/11:30 AM ET, yours truly will co-present a morning session of meditative music and poetry with musician, artist, poet, filmmaker and psychologist Michael Brant DeMaria as part of the 2021 IANDS Virtual Conference.






Nakai & Clipman

On Sunday September 12th at 2 PM, R. Carlos Nakai & Will Clipman will be in concert at the historic Wright Opera House in Ouray CO, re-creating themes and variations from the music on our GRAMMY-nominated Canyon Records album Awakening the Fire, as well as exploring uncharted sonic territory with our trademark improvisational magic.

info & tickets:

https://www.onthestage.tickets/show/ouray-county-performing-arts-guild/r-carlos-nakai-and-will-clipman-73994









Garden Grooves

On Friday October 1st at 6 PM and 8:30 PM, yours truly will perform two solo shows of Garden Grooves: An Evening of World Music & Storytelling With Will Clipman at Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix AZ, interweaving exotic instrumental expressions from my GRAMMY-Nominated Canyon Records album Pathfinder with mythopoetic storylines from my Planet of Percussion repertoire.


info & tickets (link active for general public on September 10th):

https://www.dmbotanicalgarden.com/events/signature-events/music-in-the-garden/









Indigo Debut

The debut performance of Indigo Social Club at 17th Street Music Club has been re-scheduled for October 19th at 6-8 PM. Featuring Marshall Jones on guitars, Rob Paulus on upright bass & violin, Cantrell Maryott on vocals, and Will Clipman on world percussion, this scintillating acoustic quartet delivers its unique blend of new world jazz originals and artfully re-imagined standards from the Great American Songbook with impeccable musicianship and palpable joy, in this free open house concert at Tucson’s premier musical meeting place run by and for musicians.


https://www.17thclub.com/event-calendar






Trialogue

On Tuesday October 26th at 7 PM at Friendship Village in Tempe AZ, and again on Saturday November 6th at 11 AM at The Landings in Anthem AZ, Trialogue will perform its stylish potpourri of acoustic guitars by songwriter Darin Mahoney, classical & New Age flutes by Sherry Finzer, and world percussion by Will Clipman. These are private events for residents only, but the trio’s genre-transcending sound can be enjoyed by all on its eponymous Zone Music Award-winning album from Heart Dance Records.









RC3

The R. Carlos Nakai Trio will bring its inimitable brand of global native fusion to the Hotel Congress Plaza Stage in the heart of downtown Tucson AZ for an outdoor concert on Friday November 12th at 7 PM, as part of the on-going 100-year anniversary celebration of the iconic and quintessentially Old Pueblo landmark Hotel Congress. Internationally-renowned Native American flute master R. Carlos Nakai, phenomenal multi-instrumentalist AmoChip Dabney, and ubiquitous pan-global percussionist Will Clipman generate a synergistic sound that is by turns danceably groovy and meditatively soothing in this rare hometown appearance.


https://www.eventbrite.com/e/r-carlos-nakai-tickets-166566172907



photo art courtesy Shery Christopher Photography



Photos of the Month

Can you spot the verdin camouflaged against the trunk of the saguaro outside our breakfast room window? It didn’t escape the sharp eye and quick shutter-finger of visionary nature photographer Shery Christopher. These handsome and tiny-but-tough little birds eat lots of bugs, so we and the saguaros love them for that, and for their brilliant green capes juxtaposed over their longitudinally striated chocolate and charcoal wing and tail feathers and white breast feathers.



Verdant Verdin, courtesy Shery Christopher Photography



And as seen through the amateur lens of yours truly, these messengers from the subterranean mycological neurosphere recently emerged along the moist and shaded base of our garden wall, courtesy of this year’s record-setting monsoon.


Emergence, ICU Imagery



Luminescence, ICU Imagery



Resplendence, ICU Imagery



Poem of the Month

Your September Poem of the Month, inspired by my recent connection with visionary painter, author and consultant Nancy Rynes, Boulder CO IANDS founder Jacqueline Arnold, and musician, artist, poet, filmmaker and psychologist Michael Brant DeMaria, explores my own NDE. For some reason I hadn’t written a word on this subject in the thirty-six years since the event; but being invited to contribute music and poetry to the 2021 IANDS Virtual Conference prompted me to delve into this profoundly life-changing experience and try to bring some of its meaning to light.


Left



Bearing a gift of music, I hang a left

into the path of light and am blasted

out of my body into oneness with all.



I never see this deus ex machina coming

out of left field, intoxicated and speeding

right through the red light toward the white



point of impact. Then silence and stillness.

I have no wish to return, and why would I,

this realm of absolute peace being so much



preferable to the Greek myth I’ve left behind?

Yet return I do, to a gradually re-materializing

kaleidoscope of whirling blue and red, sirens



wailing no less irresistibly than those who tried

to tempt Ulysses to his ruin. He ordered his crew

to lash him to the mast, and my crew of orderlies



lash me to the gurney, both of us restrained

from answering a summons to otherness: left

hanging, twisting in the wind, in the dark. My



left-handedness is not sinister, as the Latin root

impugns, just less ordinary; and perhaps I’m more

predisposed to right-braininess: possibilities made



believable by this leftover life I’ve been living

all these years, which could have ended abruptly

and with as little resolution as an epic’s torn-out



final page. But it didn’t. I didn’t exit stage left.

I’m left holding the bag full of Big Questions

like Why am I here? All I can say is I’m still



here, left out in the cold, to my own devices,

with two left feet, high and dry, stewing in my

own juices with much left to be desired, simply



because my work here is not yet finished; because

the universal unfolding still involves my persistent

uniqueness in some infinitesimal, inscrutable way.



Maybe as is often the case the truth lies buried

deeper and further back, in the Sanskrit saniyan:

that’s it! I’ll aspire to make myself more useful.



See, the burnt wreck begging on the left turn island

with the hand-made sign isn’t babbling incoherently

to imaginary voices, he’s memorizing the next lines:



there but for the grace of a millisecond here or a

millimeter there go any of us, stumbling blindly

through a hurricane of razors into the calm eye.



I loved it there. I’m still learning to love it here.

I’m still getting it: at the end of the day–or the

end of a life–all that is left forever is the love.









© Will Clipman 2021









~May the autumnal equinox bring you balance~








To achieve it, you must first believe it.

~Guillaume Henri



Will Clipman

poet ~ percussionist ~ maskmaker ~ storyteller ~ performing artist ~ educator

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