just can't wait

Woody Guthrie, NYC


I've been telling my mother that I'm getting ready for a concert in New York City.
Mom: "I wouldn't live there if you paid me a million dollars."


Then I'll sing her a little of what I've been working on..."Mom, do you remember this one?"
Mom: "That's WONDERFUL. You have a beautiful voice.... but don't get conceited about it."
Me: "I promise."
A little later when I come back: "Now did you come to arrest us?"
Me: "Naah, you can't get arrested for writing poems."
Mom: "I'm not a poem."
Me: "No, you're a poet!"
Mom: "Who says! Now you know what I want to do? I want to start all over again with these people I've met in these old days. Because it's been a marvelous marvelous time."


These are the good stretches. Often she makes no sense whatsoever. Or she's confused and afraid: "GET OUT GET OUT! You're a good little girl but you're not good enough!"


But music remains a powerful mood shifter. Today I sang her all her favorite hymns, it is emotional, sweet. "Oh Jonatha, that is so beautiful. You are going to make me cry. I want so awful much to be doing what everyone is doing, but I have to go home. I'm so tired from having a good time."


Music in the HOUSE!
    posted 2020-07-15

    posted 2019-07-10

    posted 2019-04-29

I Love the Dentist
    posted 2018-11-06

Balloon Girl
    posted 2018-10-08

West Coast Journal
    posted 2017-10-24

Home Stretch
    posted 2017-06-07

Hashtag Kitchen
    posted 2017-03-09

This very old house
    posted 2016-12-13

The Big Move
    posted 2016-12-01

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