It was such a treat to be back on earth for a bit. Old friends, family really of a sort.
Randy Grimmett from ASCAP
I got to participate in a down to the truth kind of panel about touring. Ok we all got a little potty mouthed, but that's what touring can do to ya...
jb. matt Nathanson
the ice cream man, dan bern and jb
I got to sing and share the stage with monster writers.
WOW. Steve Kipner (umm, "falling to pieces" for one, "PHYSICAL" for another!!)
Rick Nowels ("white flag" for one...) and Tommy Sims.("change the world" oh my) It truly was dreamy.
And then, home again, this reminder from my mother's mess of chopped and stacked poems:
"Start again, more than you ever dreamed you could."
She read me her poem from long, long ago. From starting again with my father:
Going to the Party
Harsh words have cut compassion down
to brevities; our atmosphere grows stiff
as crinoline. I have put on my black
pretentious gown and smoothed the edges
of my silence down. We will act nonchalant
with friends and I will laugh and frown
and you will do the same.
Leaving the party for our house our mood
is mute and cool; yet passing from the porch
to the car we note the singing of one evening star
which follows us along a winding road.
Arriving home we slowly seek the stairs
but find the distance farther than before.
We dare not speak; there is a silly stumbling
of the feet, and reaching out for
hands which finally meet.
In spite of pride, regret, and words gone
wrong, the light of who we truly are seems
suddenly a galaxy outshining who
we thought we had to be.