Wednesday. It’s a cold, windy, rainy day. It feels like extreme weather so I’m out there with a smile on my face…that is until the wind picks up and I have to tuck my chin in. People are out there with umbrellas which are useless since the rain is coming at you sideways. I would love to be curled up in a big easy chair with a mug of hot tea and the current book I’m reading, Jonathan Carroll’s, Sleeping in Flames. Instead I’m in a beige cube with a mug of earl grey tea, writing this entry while listening to The Raconteurs, Blue Veins. Perfect music for this cold day. I can finally listen to Jack White without gritting my teeth…Hahaha.
Do you know what I miss today? I miss vinyl. I miss being able to put on a record onto a record player and the purity of that sound. Funny how nostalgic one gets for the past. Yes, I can probably go out and buy these items today but what’s the point when the digital age dominates the industry. Growing up I loved my record collection. Records and books that’s where my allowance money would go. Not much has really changed. Music and books is what I like to spend money on. So as I’m listening to Jack White, The Raconteurs and The Black Keys this sound is so familiar to me. I mean it sounds like the music I grew up with. It sounds both contemporary as well as a blast from the past. Anyway, I'm putting up a video from one of The Raconteurs live shows.
Saturday. Cold grey day with rain. There is much to do and I'm having a hard time getting started. I keep staring out my window. I'm turning a new page in my life and I feel like I'm standing on the precipice of a new chapter. That moment when the old version of events are no longer holding me back from the possibility of what comes next. I feel panicked and excited. New opportunities are unfolding in front of me and I can feel it. A quiet before the storm. A gathering of power. Hmmm.
A sage cleansing is in order. Time to prepare.
Peace,
L~
I am exhausted but content on this cold winter morning.
Tegan & Sara at the Beacon last night…what an amazing show! I love the fact that this duo has such a following. There were moments when we were all singing along and all these voices coming together, joining in, echoing throughout the theater, made this night powerful. Old and new songs sung and an encore performance. Yay! Living Room, Walking with a Ghost and I Couldn’t Be Your Friend were my favorite songs of the night. What a great concert!! They play again tonight and for a second, I thought about buying tickets to go see them again. But I’ve tempered the impulse. I’ll enjoy the night for what it was and do something else tonight. I've attached an audio file of "I Couldn't Be Your Friend." This album HeartThrob has really grown on me. There were some songs that I was iffy about at first but then I would be in a certain mood or hear a line or a music phrase and find a deeper appreciation for it.
Anyway, after the show I took the crosstown bus and for some reason every time I do this after a show from the Beacon, I get lost. I was wandering around 3rd Ave and 79th Street for about 20 minutes looking for a the subway station. This is the third time that's happened to me. It was late and cold so there was no one on the streets to ask. So I headed uptown and walked over one block west to find some familiar streets. I found the station. yay!! Here's the thing, I always confuse 79th with 86th. Down that street the bus drops me off right in front of my train station. That will not happen to me again, (I think). If it wasn't so cold I would have appreciated the walk. I got home at half past midnight, took a long hot shower and tried to sleep. But my neighbors kid was crying up a storm last night until half past one. Late, late night...makes for a bleary-eyed version of me today.
Writing Update: On Monday, I spent about 4.5 hours writing. The ending needs more work but what I have so far is working. My inner critic is doing the “kind-of” sign in the back of my brain. I also started writing the epilogue chapter. It’s written in a bit of a shorthand sort of way so there is plenty to develop out. As I write this chapter I can feel more story unfolding. Ergh! I’m just letting it come out. No stopping it this time. Who knows it might become the sequel. Or perhaps there is a bit more story to tell before the novel actually ends. We shall see how that turns out.
Yesterday, no writing. Too busy at work and then the concert at night. Instead, I sat and read an article in the New Yorker about Amy Bishop, the woman who killed three colleagues at the University of Alabama in 2010. I have a germ of an idea after reading the piece. More scraps of notes in the bottom of my purse. There is a story / play in there somewhere.
I write and I paint. Then I try to articulate some coherent thoughts about the creative process on this blog. In between those moments of producing work, I take photos, listen to groovy music, watch indie movies, read (a lot), go hear live music (preferably someone that rocks), go to the theater to see a new play from time to time, watch sci-fi movies, and continue to cultivate my curiosity. Then I write about that too.
