regina in nyc
so i am stopped at a P(ube)Bread somewhere in smelly jersey on the way home from nyc. tonight i saw regina s. play at city hall in new york from the front of the balcony. and it was amazing. from the beautiful ambience of that place where so many amazing people have performed thru the last century, to the performance, which began with a perfect flow of old and new solo on a grand piano with the occasional drumstickchair or guitar, and settled into a full band, it was pretty fantastic. she has been handed the fruit basket by the muses of importance and skill. she has the gift. now bad coffee and more driving.
scanner fun
so somewhere along the way recently i acquired a scanner. and this happened curiously in a timeframe coincidental with me being in a completely new period of my life. in the moving process i have had these albums of hard pictures, and it’s really weird to me that they are becoming sort of old-world technology as every household in this country slowly acquires some sort of digital camera and begins to forget ever going to the local pharmacy store to have their pictures developed.
it’s interesting to me how people process memories, and what different sorts of people consider worthy of picture-taking. my dad goes to different places and i always make fun of him because you can totally tell he is an architect- we end up with loads of pictures of buildings and monuments with not a soul in sight. some people photograph nature because it reminds them of how they felt at a single moment in time. i usually never do because i can never really capture the way mother nature looks in person.
anyway i don’t know what gave me the impetus to scan all these shots from these albums, but i always had the notion that the dl website was a big step away from my personal life and was meant to focus on the musica. well i still feel that way but i thought it would be pretty fun to stick all these up there in a random life gallery of sorts. i know a lot of people who visit the site anyway would get a kick out of all the cool people and places who have made the journey so fantastic.
most of these pictures i didn’t take myself. and so i can’t really lay total claim of the whole ‘picture-worthy’ aspect of the taking that i was talking about. but in my life what mostly ends up being taken are pictures in and around the act of making music, and pictures of me around the people to whom i’ve really been close.
so anyway what sucks is that there are a lot of people who aren’t included in here with no reason other than the fact that this is just what ended up on hard photos, and it’s pretty random at that. but i do hope that y’all will enjoy em all and comment as needed (:
http://danielleemusic.com/gallery_view.cfm?id=9
belief
so it’s september 11th. 5 years after.
so much has happened to me. everybody remembers where they were at that singular point in time tho.
i was in my studio apartment in baton rouge. nearing completion of superfish illumination. my dad called and woke me up from that plastic landline telephone right next to my futon mattress bed, and told me to turn on my tv that was only hooked up for vcr-ness and watch thru the static the things they won’t show now, the people jumping off.
i think i jumped off too, in a way. started to try to forget my exfiancee who had forgotton me and met some of the most brilliant people i have still ever met. got up the courage to move out into the world and help make my meaning from scattered pieces of random apparition, maybe put it to song. met wendy who healed my soul and showed me that i could be beautiful again. learned from melanie how i could live for me, and met sage who showed me how to be a gypsy, a sweet tumbleweed sponge.
there has been so much pain that followed. i feel like i am just this tiny little cell, this representation of the bigger world that is trying to find its way again. and after 5 years i think i can feel that it is finally the time that the real kind of healing can happen. people are starting to find meaning again. i tell you, there is about to be a renaissance in great pieces of art, music, writing, and the like. i am excited to be a part of that stream. i want to be a part of this humanity.
i love philly. i love the people i know now newly, and the friends who have stayed with me. i just combined nyc, sweet louisiana, seattle, philly, sea and air, and i couldn’t feel more open to finding ownership of myself.
i am writing like survival, i am taking note of the details, i am grateful for time in the moment, i ride my italian motorbike thru the big monuments of downtown phallic manhood and feel the air of the old world trying to whisper out of the bustling postmodern motion, and it feels so good.
it’s getting to be a decade since dear buckley chanted “it’s now now now. everything is happening now” and i am finally still with him. i want to believe again.