Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Haunting music carries over water
Was it someone playing a flute on the beach? No, the tide was flooding. A boat? But there were none in view.
By the time I drew level with the eponymous white rock, and saw this Buddha-like figure apparently meditating on top of it, the music was closer and more audible.
Chinese zither, continuing to celebrate the Moon Festival recently held on the beach.
As I drew level with the pier, I understood that the source of the sound was halfway out the long wooden structure.
Toby, the musician, was playing a soft-voiced electric Gibson. The music, nearly all his own compositions, floated out over the dusk beach and haunted my very soul.