On the plane back from Sioux Falls by way of MSP in February, I had a deep conversation with the young man sitting next to me, while we circled in the snow over NYC & finally didn't land at Boston. He was brilliant & gathered & wove huge heaps of knowledge from every direction. He's a classical pianist & is in some sort of hiphop/jazz group as well - his musical interests resembled his intellectual in being farflung & interrelated. He told me he was playing at Merkin Hall on April 17 & so I discovered his name: Mikael Darmanie (rhymes with harmony?) & went to see him last night. He played an hour of eclectic "Piano Dialogues" that included Schubert, Duke Ellington, Bartók, & half a dozen others, including 2 pieces he wrote. Riveting & I loved that he wanted us to feel the farflung, interrelated connections among centuries & genres.
I didn't at all assume that he would remember me - I didn't know if he had even seen my face on the plane, in fact - so I began, You probably don't remember me, & he instantly said, the plane from Minnesota, you're the author, we had that beautiful conversation.
So he got even more points.
I hope we become friends but even if we don't, I cherish the chance meeting & getting my mind blown open a little by all that the world contains.