We all bring ourselves when we enter any experience, and the show last night at Cornelia Street Cafe in Greenwich Village was definitely an experience, and I was definitely there.The music of The Fringe was joyful and at times humorous, but what surprised me was how beautiful and profound it was, and how deeply it traveled. Even when saxophone player George Garzone went "wild," he aways seemed to maintain a watchful eye on where it was and where it was going.
The music was free and free to fly, and the infrequent hints of melody or a familiar chord offered respite; like home to a migrating bird, a place that says, Here you are, replenish, now go again.
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