DAY SIXTY
This is my new tatoo.
Day sixty and it’s nearly 2! Yay! Tardiness!
Anyway… well, Jonathan and I have had a long few days. I just returned home from driving him to the airport. While he was still at work today I bought him a ticket to San Diego where his dad is in the hospital in the ICU hooked up to a ventilator. It’s all very sudden and worrisome. I hope you understand me being so late in the posting today… Some things take a back seat when things like this happen. I have never purchased a plane ticket on the day the flight was to take off: what an exciting purchase… if you can call it “exciting”. I packed him a bag, he rushed home from work, and we were off. Luckily, the cheapest ticket to San Diego was leaving from Westchester Airport: a very clean, tiny, tiny, tiny, airport with absolutely no traffic. So, now, I am home. With Lacey. Thinking. Trying to work. We have just eaten turkey sandwiches and a black and white cookie. I concentrate on why the white icing on the cookie is so hard and the black icing is so soft…
This is a song from the RPM Challenge I did with Guy. I spent a ton of time working on a song-study on rhythm and perfect fifths, and then this whole thing kind of collapsed on us. I will finished that song today and get it ready to post: on time! I have the whole weekend alone with Lacey. I will get her to help me on a song, too.
Pearl and the Beard have a show tomorrow night at Webster Hall and then we leave for tour on Monday! Jonathan will still be gone…I will keep you updated on life’s progress as I post…
Oh, Life: you are a cruel, yet tempting mistress.
Recording: I made 2 tracks of cello loops and sent them to Guy and Mike. Guys lyrics are always so appropriate and haunting. I like them. Mike’s piano is perfect… I mixed this one because I initiated it. I wanted to bring Guy’s voice up front: he has a tiny insecurity about his voice and usually pulls it back, but I love it, and think it’s right where it should be. Thanks Guy and Mike!
I Miss The Snow
Down here the trees look weird And the leaves don’t turn to copper and then fall I put whiskey in my coffee Just to take the edge off Because around here the days are sharp enough to cut you On Sundays I feel so listless Cause no one here prays the way we did Though I don’t know your phone number I still dial to hear them talk the way we do If I could just hear even a moment Of you breathing I might somehow be all right I miss the snow and I miss Melissa I miss her sister who screams in her sleep
I’m so sorry to hear about this terrible turn in Jonathan’s dad’s health. I will be thinking of you two and holding you in my heart. Take care.
This song is lovely and haunting like threadbare lace. I hope your days are going better, Emily.
Sorry to hear about Jonathan’s father. I hope you guys are able to find comfort and peace. I love the mysteriously spooky aspect of this song.
I like, I like:)