His trio sound      piano/bass/drums     & their combined
performances exploded out the box as a blast of ancestry, interstellar
gleam,  a supernova—the aftermath of a starburst
w/ polyrhythms           unexpected stops                  …                            the
diamond
like shine of ivories reflecting
facets of Africa
variously
bright &
warm, often
cool—Keith Jarrett filtered thru
smoldering tropical rainforest heat
& we know a Cubano is capable of
hot.     Heat of a star remnant.     Heat controlled ((sometimes)) &  luminant.

Each   note   fitting   in    this   jigsaw  puzzle
of sound
his attitude burn & shine
pieces drip freedom
sparkle
w/ the smiles of antepasados
nuance   like   comino   in frijoles   negros
as
if we could eat sound.    As if we could eat it & run
an aftereffect of trance an
Arch de Triumph    in   waves.     Alma Mia   (Soul
of Mine)  enhanced by Ignacio's brush work, another one of
the ballads what conjures feeling deep as a contemplated suicide
eyebrow raised in disbelief, settle for a
shrug
of
the
shoulder. You don't have to remind yourself you are alive
or check your watch.                                 It stopped.                           The
shift you did not know you were seeking has occurred in a flash
of a millisecond
the scent of platanos wafts in …              The sway in your
hips happens now as your breath does    -   autonomous
accompanied by ligaments of dreams
flashing thru your private movie screen   -   there were
fingers all over       veinte      quarenta   o mas    FASCINACION
which might stay w/ you       occupy thots for weeks
spin you subtle into encanto permanente chico.       Gonzalo   you turn
most
anything into fuel for your 88 keyed power plant.     Pasion extraordinaria
into notes, first a few keys   painting light    which ultimately coalesce into
spontaneous
lyrical
song          y sonrisas de los antepasados recogidos.            & Smiles of the collected ancestors.

8.26.01 w/ lines from Howard Mandel's liner notes to
Supernova.