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Con el Viento

All I can really say is that an hour with Viento really restores my faith in humanity,…

Story by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Photos and Video by Icarus Blake

Jorgie Viento from kodezero on Vimeo.

The first time I heard about Viento, he was referred to as the mysterious couch surfer friend of Cara Bella who moved into my friends’ mutual pad before they did. It would be many moons before I actually met the guy and put two and two together.

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

It was during our stay in Puerto Rico, the island that spawned him, for Art Pussy: Dale! Arte! Dale! that I first encountered the wanderer. He was just this little dreadlocked metal head sage who seemed to know his way around La Isla. I’m usually weary of strangers, but he just had this aura about him that put me at ease, even across the pond from my hometown.

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

In true gypsy fashion, Viento was a man of many obscure talents. First of all, when it came to breakfast and lunch, he was cheffin’ up marvelous meals daily for the whole house. Then there was his uncanny ability to find us things we lacked, like a human Craig’s List, he was full of friends who had some rather rare items. Next thing I know the little man’s on stage, voice booming, bringing an energy to our show that would continue on through several acts. He functioned as our designated driver for our drunken beach day and final night’s hoorah, as well as, acting as our spirit guide in our journey through the waterfalls of El Yunque, the national forest inhabited by very aggressive shrimp.

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Viento blew back into New York for a while in the summer before heading East to collect his now wife, a similarly dreadlocked Russian saint, and now he’s back for a little Brain-Cave action before heading South for a journey cross continent. That’s just the way he is: Actually free. He’s a non-smoking, non-drinking vegan mad man who walks the earth, guitar in hand, bringing positivity wherever he goes… He even remembered my Soviet military hat from St. Petersburg.

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

All I can really say is that an hour with Viento really restores my faith in humanity, and maybe one day, when I’m ready, I’ll join him on his endless journey. But, for now, I’ll leave you with this: If you see him at the show, give him a hug, he’ll return it in kind.

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

Photo ©Icarus Blake

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