Rivera Court at the DIA is a spectacular room, full of Diego Rivera’s murals, of working men, painted over an eleven month period in the early nineteen-thirties. It was an honor to play there. The ceilings are twenty feet high, … Continue reading
It seems cooler today. I know I keep saying that but surely this heat wave has to pass sometime. We’ve been roasting here in NYC, melting into the hot street. I take Doe out and rush her back into the … Continue reading
Sitting here with the Taylor in my lap. Just played Whole Heart and Snow Come Down. Was thinking also about the song Through the Cracks, but can’t remember it well enough to play. My songs are so tied to the … Continue reading
Finishing up the latest DW project this week. I love working for/with DW. I seem to need someone to listen and give feedback, make critical suggestions, or voice appreciation. It’s part of my process. I look back on my relationship … Continue reading
Listening to one of the records I bought last night at the Ida show. This is so beautiful. A song called “Don’t Wreck it.” It’s on an EP called “My Fair, My Dark.” The music of Ida (Daniel Littleton, Liz … Continue reading
Just put my mother in a taxi. We’ve got the morning down to a science. I’ll go this afternoon. She’s been staying with me while my father is at Sloan Kettering. Every day I plan the dinner I’ll prepare for … Continue reading
This is the last sentence from the last exercise, written in the last minutes of class last Monday night. My workshop group will meet one more time tonight for our performance at Housing Works Bookstore Cafe at 126 Crosby Street … Continue reading
Rain is pouring down this Friday morning on the lovely block full of brownstones, just east of Frederick Douglass Blvd, where I live with three cats and a dog. Although, it seems to be slowing down now. I should take … Continue reading
I don’t know why I’m thinking of this, but yesterday I saw a tiny sparrow on the sidewalk picking the breading off a chicken bone. There are chicken bones all over the sidewalks of Harlem. It’s a bizarre fact you … Continue reading
Hello, again. I haven’t written in this journal for awhile. I suppose it’s because of all the changes. I’m busy with being back in New York, and loving it so. Who would have thought the cats would adjust so well? … Continue reading