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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 won’t hear about, but it’s absolutely true and a mystery. How the heck does it happen? It makes dog-walking a challenge, although Doe is very used to the command now.
“No, Doe! No chicken bones!”
She drops them immediately. What a girl. Doe is finally feeling better these last couple of days. It seems she has pancreatitis. I’ve got her on a low-fat diet and various medications. I’m just hoping she’s going to get better and stay better. It’s been hard to do anything else but take care of her. She’s been so sick.
But I did go downtown to meet with Susannah Lupert, Executive Director of Housing Works Bookstore Cafe on Crosby Street. I did a concert there a few years back and it’s a great place to play and just a great place in general, packed with books from floor to very high ceilings. Housing Works provides aid to the Homeless and people with AIDS. They also have a couple of really great thrift stores, one on 17th Street, and the other next to the cafe on Crosby. Susie loved the idea of doing a songwriting workshop at Housing Works and we quickly agreed to a few guidelines and picked a date.
Now I’ll try to put together a great group of songwriters to attend. The casting of the group is crucial because everyone contributes to the experience in such a big way. I try to put a diverse group together of people who are already writing good songs or seem to have the potential to do so. It’s such a pleasure to do these workshops and I’m very excited to do my first in NYC, where there are so many talented singer-songwriters. (If you’re reading this, live in NYC, and would like to attend, please send an email to email@loricarson.com for more info).
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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? And Doe leads me from park to dog-run. We make friends everywhere we go. I […]
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It felt like spring today. The first day of it. Doe wanted to graze more than walk. She wanted to smell and then eat everything. I walked her all over town, then went out to the studio. Opened the door and set up a fenced in area for her right outside. I turned my gear […]
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I left the car parked behind Love Lane yesterday. Plan to leave it there until there’s a thaw. Just before, I had a heart attack as the car refused to stop on the ice. Had to turn the wheel to the left to keep from going through a red light on the North Road. Not […]
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The house feels so full now with the addition of Doe, a chihuahua mix puppy with the most soulful brown eyes. She’s the perfect size because I’ll be able to bring her on the Jitney, but she isn’t tiny. She’s dog enough to get your arms around. She wants constant attention and when she doesn’t […]
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Listening to “Time Machine” with Paul’s new electric guitar part. We’ll edit it on Wednesday. Maybe add another guitar. I love what the electric adds. The way the first chord comes in.
This is the song I wrote while trying to write the mambo. I feel I need to see DW’s new film to get a […]
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Home again, I put on my boots to shovel the melting ice from the porch steps. The winter quiet and white light make me feel peaceful now, a contrast to the claustrophobia I was feeling a week ago. Stayed away long enough, I guess. Last night, on the bus, I couldn’t wait to be home […]
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It’s hard to type with Bailey sitting on my lap. I’m at the long table in the dining room. Bailey’s claws are pressing into my knee. He’s balanced here, his chin on my laptop, purring away. When I type, he shifts around to gaze into my face adoringly. He wants nothing more than to be […]
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Maybe it’s Facebook. My desire to write has been compromised by the constant request, “What are you doing now?” And what am I doing now? Usually, not what I should be doing. Usually, I’m telling myself I’ve got the whole week ahead of me to get some writing done. Not that that’s what I say […]
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It’s a beautiful, cold, clear day today. I’m sitting here at this long table thinking about my struggle to live comfortably in the world. (I mean this in a spiritual sense as opposed to a material one, which is sometimes also a struggle) There’s one conflict that seems to be a staple, a consistent challenge: […]