Unsilent Night is a performance art piece where the audience are the performers. The composition Unsilent Night is distributed to participants (originally as cassette tapes), who are given one of 4 parts of the composition, and then everyone plays their parts simultaneously through boomboxes, speakers, smartphones and more as they walk together throughout the city.
It started in 1992 in NYC, and has become an annual tradition in NYC and expanded to over 50 cities around the world.
Why do people do it? It’s a chance to participate in making a unique artistic performance. It’s a chance to share an intimate moment with strangers. It’s a December tradition. It’s a chance to share a walk through a cold night with a peaceful piece of music to create a beautiful moment. Why not?
Espressoing
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."