James Blackshaw, “Cross,” The Glass Bead Game
Watching Blackshaw play inspires and gives hope. Especially here, on a busy city Barcelona street last December, all the incoming noise repulsed by his lavish composition. His mind is clearly in a very special place, both there, with those people, the crashing sounds in the background, and not there, but in a world he has crafted for himself. I’ve written it before, but he really is one of our best. If you have nothing else to be grateful for, be grateful for him.
