
Earlier this year, while in San Fransisco, I came across some wild red headed parrots on Telegraph Hill. They're squawking and cooing quickly became great nat sound for my highlights reel. I didn't know it at the time but a dharma bum named Mark Bittner took great care watching over this flock and that a documentary about him called "The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill" was coming out in theaters any day. Mark Bittner, the soul-searching homeless street musician, wandered San Fran for years before finally finding his true calling, bird-watching. The film was so moving, so touching, that I immediately lost a contact amidst my many balling tears. Pathetic, yeah, I'd say so, but when moved enough to lose a contact I usually decide to launch a trip to meet my muse. So it's off to The Cape next week where Mark Bittner and director Judy Irving are book signing. Countless other artists with talents that impress and inspire have me traveling the world to meet them. Much like the passion a Phish fan or Deadhead has (or had) destinations are more treasured when there's a brain to pick at the end of the journey.
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