Rain is pouring down this Friday morning on the lovely block full of brownstones, just east of Frederick Douglass Blvd, where I live with three cats and a dog. Although, it seems to be slowing down now. I should take Doe out before it starts up again. She wants something, but it could be just to play. This little dog would like one hundred percent of my attention, so sometimes I have to pretend I don’t hear her pleading.
I’ve been busy with good stuff. A call from a new music house (new to me — because I’m new to working with any music house), led to a couple of days of frenzied writing and recording. I love working this way. It’s fun to have a certain criteria one is trying to meet. I find my creativity is always stoked by that and then having to meet a deadline provides another kind of excitement. I’m really made for this work and hope there will be more of it.
Tomorrow I have to go to the North Fork to check on the house and take care of a few things. We’ve lowered the price yet again, but if it doesn’t sell within the next month or so, I intend to rent it.
Doe has been better. She’s on so many drugs and holistic remedies, it isn’t funny. Yesterday, I took one of her pills. It was an anti-nausea thing. I’d been thinking I should take an allergy pill and somehow my brain turned off for a second and I was washing down her pill with a bottle of water before I realized what I was doing.. Oh, she’s barking.. Better take her out.
Ok, back again.. The sun seems to be breaking through. Is anyone reading this, I wonder? Facebook has taken away the need for blogging and the need for reading blogs. But I’ve been blogging since before blogs, since this was an “online journal.” My need to do it seems to continue, somehow. So, where was I?
D is dead to me. I’ve decided that’s the only thing that will truly end it. Being “friends” is impossible at this point. It’s too unclear. The boundaries are always being broken and I’m always needing clarification. I find myself wishing he would be struck by lightening every time he utters a certain phrase about how he’s “moved on.” So, better to have him not exist at all. When I think of him, I remind myself, he’s dead to me, and “move on” to another thought.
The new workshop begins on Monday night and I’m looking forward to it. I’m inspired by working with other songwriters. It’s always surprising and meaningful. Often I think of something Adam Duritz said to me. I’m sure I’ve written it here before at some point. When I told him I was teaching songwriting, he said, somewhat sarcastically, “How do you do that?! Say ‘do it better’?”
But, there’s a lot to do that helps people write better songs. Sometimes just having a place to write and be listened to is all someone needs. Or sometimes, a simple suggestion will open doors for a writer. It’s hard to see ourselves. A small, objective insight can go along way.. So the workshops are great and fruitful and I love doing them. This will be my first in NYC and I’m especially excited. The group assembled is wonderfully diverse and talented.
Today, it’s errands to run and I’m still trying to get a good performance of “How to Save Life.” I’ve been working on it for a couple of weeks now, but haven’t gotten one I’m happy with yet.