This year’s Halloween stretched beyond the typical single evening and spilled over into a handful of days and nights, which I must admit, had a tremendous impact on me. Not only did I experience the visceral effects of shifting appearances while bending my body to the most intense percussion ever, but I also got a potent sense of Halloween’s gravitational pull toward impermanence, transition, and release. Much of this I felt while wandering Brooklyn’s Greenwood Cemetery on a lazy Sunday covered in cool gray clouds.
THESE NEW OLD TRADITIONS 