Posting Early and Now Late
But more confused than ever.
We are having a little shindig here tonight to welcome Cynthia back for a short visit and whirlwind of meetings and house parties. None of which I really have the heart for, but I’ll find it.
And here we go.
I just went into headphones an hour before our party start time and I think it is the pianist, I can’t think of his name right now, but he is great, and jazz, and now, and plaintive and so fucking real—ah, Keith Jarrett. Yes that’s him, and he sings along with his piano, not in a main vocal kind of way, but in this loving, crooning kind of way that is so profoundly sweet. Like he is talking to his piano, which is giving him such joy.
I saw Keith Jarrett play live on a hot, muggy day in Baltimore about 15 years ago. I went with my ex-husband, Tim and his brother and sister to this amazing outdoor early evening venue. It was magical.
I have always resisted live music, I don’t like sit down concerts unless you are rapturous about the music, and bands on stage feel like work-even though I loved being in a band back in the day.
Ah the liseland contradiction; I love to make and perform; I squirm in my seat if I have to watch, listen or feel like I have to analyze. I love what I think is good stuff and get super bored and cranky about what I don’t like.
But seeing this musician was a moment to remember, and I have a crap memory for stuff that doesn’t stick. Which reminds me to thank my history keepers, Renee, Vicki, Ingrid, and many more.
And back to tonight. I am writing before I have this party.
My day, (which has been magical in a hard kind of way) started with seeing my amazing GP, general practitioner, love her, Mina Abazzari. Yes, my tenseness in my neck was due to a muscle spasm according to the xrays and now I have exercises to prevent that stress induced condition. And yep, I sprained my middle finger on my right hand back on December 21st. And yes, I can lean how to handle my anxiety and depression.
I love this woman.
I am going to leave this entry now to get ready for our party. I might come back and post after the party just in case there is anything juicy.
My friends and what they have to say:
We have decided to make an Exquisite Corpus:
Here we go…
So there was this old guy who loved his cat and needed to get out of the house. But it was raining and the cat was lost and screeching at the top of its lungs.
Neighbors looked out their windows wondering what was causing such a racket?
I tried to hide next to the building, but my lover wouldn’t let me go.
She squeezed that Humboldt squid like the bitch it was. The ink was everywhere. The alley was slick with it.
He grabbed the butcher knife, lit a cigarette and he said “honey, I love your beautiful blue eye” and then flashed all over the carpet.
Hovering over the reality of death and killing she stopped and thought.
I climbed up to the mountain in Peru, and came back flying to San Francisco. Yeahhhh… it was a great experience. Do you want to try it?
Of course. Don’t tell me, surprise me with your lusciousness. After all, we only have a few hours left until …
eu comeco falar portugues e chamar minha amiga, a lua, pra dormir comigo.
So si quiser, so si quiser, vendo as monedas na acera, brilantes,
And the light was something, as I sold the sensuous brilliance of the soul left behind me in a dark, wet, shadow filled alley, I found my purse.
And when I looked in my purse I found love and acceptance and the most comfortable bed to sleep in.
