Over lunch I finally got to “that bonobo article” everyone’s been talking about in last week’s New Yorker. Not far into the article, Ian Parker mentions meeting “a tall man in his forties who went by the single name Wind … who had driven from his home in North Carolina to sing at the [bonobo fund-raiser]. He was a musician and a former practitioner of ‘metaphysical counselling,’ which he also referred to as clairvoyance.” (Favorite sentence: “Wind told me that he once wore a chimpanzee T-shirt to a bonobo event, and ‘got shit for it.'”)
Something about this description — call it clairvoyance, or call it a decade of standing at parties chatting to men with names like Raven and El Niño — made me think that the city from which Wind hails in North Carolina might be Asheville. And, unless the guy has a flute-playing, bonobo-supporting doppelganger, that turns out to be correct.