The Power of Music

Hello again! It's been a while since my last post as it has taken me longer than expected to return to the "default" world as burners call it. I promise pictures and stories of Burning Man to come (there are several half-finished posts sitting in blog purgatory now).


For now, I want to share a video I came across. It's a lovely narrative and it reminds me of a story I heard from Burning Man.


The video:

The Power of Music. A 90-year-old man recounts a remarkable experience he had in WWII.

The BM story, told by a fellow burner I met in the airport:

One of my favorite parts about BM was the pervasive equality. There was no class distinction, there was no status, there was no race. You could be brushing shoulders with a millionaire and not know it. Money was not used (except at Center Camp for iced lattes--yum). Everyone was open and friendly. I met this guy in the Reno airport after the burn and he related to me one of his favorite memories. One day he saw a man in full Islamic attire riding on a bicycle down the road. Walking on the road was another man dressed in a U.S. military uniform. As the men's paths were about to cross, they stopped and looked at each other, the man in Islamic attire descended his bicycle, and they embraced.


Caroline