On a Tuesday, early in the morning we left New York for Myrtle Beach, and there the fun and frolic and pathos reached a climax.
My roommates were a couple of Margaret Craske's ballet group: Peter Saul and Tex Hightower, of great energy, ingenuity and good cheer.
So, to the constant background of their spontaneity, there was applied in great sweeping strokes, the flashing and yet subtle panorama of BABA. People there were young ones and old ones, all on our toes from early morning to late at night, and how in all we all keep vibrating at such high pitch without snapping a string is beyond me. The Master musician must know the exact strength of the instrument.