Adam Heilbrun Creative Page


I love to play music with friends: dixieland, swing, early music, Andean, Middle-Eastern, folk, and above all, classical chamber music.


In the mid 60s I went to Brazil and composed music for a modern dance company. I also fell, accidently, into what became a most useful supplement to my music teaching profession - teaching English as a second language.


During the 1970s I was in a band in London that played for the Zivko Firfov Macedonian Folk Dance Group. Ultimately, I felt that I needed to go to Macedonia to actually learn how to play this stuff. My pal Linsey and I bought a VW camper and after a series of misadventures ended up in the Village of Dracevo. We rented a wood shed behind the house of Lazo Nikolovski, a fine, crusty old gajda (bagpipe) player, and lived there for a number of months practicing with him daily and hanging out with the local Macedonian, Roma (Gypsy), and Shiptar (Albanian) musicians.

A generation and several different worlds later I have stumbled on Linsey's web page.

I've re-issued a CD of the monumentally successful LP we released in 1971. Get in touch with me for a copy: aheilbrun@gmail.com - $15.


I also spent two years in Paris where I studied Musique Concrete with Pierre Schaeffer and composed a film score.



I spent my earliest years in a tiny town in Vermont. You strolled on Main Street and for better or for worse, you knew everyone in town.

For most of us today, Main Street is a distant mirage, existing only in those 1930s Andy Hardy movies. We now live encapsulated lives with two or three friends, two or three people that we work with, and family scattered all over the country.
The Internet offers us a virtual Main Street. We get a chance here to once again stroll as our forebears did. We can hang out a shingle: "Here I am. Here's what I do. Anyone want to shoot the breeze?" Skype: adamheilbrun | Yahoo Messenger: ahmal_shukup

Now, three years after having written the above musings, I have moved from Megalopolis to Grass Valley, a small town in the foothills of the Sierras of northern California. And not only is there a "Main Street," but a wonderful survival of the sort of convivial community whose passing I was just lamenting. Andy Hardy Redux"

Have a look:Grass Valley.


Since this page is a virtual place, you are surely aware that the words and images you are seeing are merely a confabulation of ONs and OFFs and are ephemeral; they have no lasting substance. Though it is less obvious, this is also true of the reality that we conventionally think of as non-virtual, as concrete. Despite appearances, like a florescent light our electrons are only "on" fifty percent of the time. The rapid appearance of successive frames give the illusion of continuity. Furthermore, the atoms which comprise us are largely empty space.

That which we think of as real, objects in space, are in fact largely insubstantial, while that which we think of as ephemeral, events in time, are real. They exist in the eternal present.

To phrase this a bit differently, reality is best thought of as process, not things. Seen in this way, it reveals that a great deal of human folly and frustration results from a fundamental misconception, the valuing of stuff rather than process.


I'd like to pay respect to some of My Teachers







Updated:  February 11, 2011

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