Hit the & On the Spot

Thursday must have felt guilty about making me so cold and wet on Wednesday.

It was beautiful outside. So I decided I’d walk across the bridge and stop in the winery in search of a check.

I showed up and people were happy to see me, and then asked me to work. Like right then. On the spot. Oh the winery…So I said yes because I needed the money. It made me really giddy to be back there, even though I was dressed in sneakers and had to give Amber a raincheck for our Disney night in Brooklyn. It was so nice to see everyone. I finished my shift, drank some yummy red, and went home to the Slope. I’m not gonna lie, I really loved calling the Slope home even just for a few days.

Tea for Two

On Wednesday morning I took a train to get my stuff to Brooklyn into Kristin’s apartment. It was a yucky rainy day. I made plans to meet Adam for tea afterwards. I love just sitting with him and holding his hand while we talk. So we had a wonderful tea date and he told me about his marathon experience in Dublin. I’m proud of him for going through with it despite his hurt foot. He told me he tied Mia’s wedding ring into his shoelace and looked down for inspiration when he needed it. What a specialty. 

He was happy with my display which made me happy.

I walked back to Brooklyn afterward even though it was really wet and I was really wet. When I got back I made sure to get a bottle of wine and settled in and watched TV/wrote blogs/got cozy. It was just perfect.

Babycakes

So Adam was going to come home the next day and I decided to make him a display to welcome him back.

But first, that morning I went to the gym near NYU and totally zoned out everything and tried to get through the hour. Then I went on errands to try and find replacement artichoke dip and thai food. The thai food was easy. I went to Whole Foods and was so sure I’d be able to get the artichoke but I scampered around for quite a while and couldn’t find it. I started to panic slightly. I checked with two different employees and I was outa luck. I don’t know what made me decide to try Russ & Daughters, but I did, and there it was! Quite an expensive little jar of stuff too. So then I decided to try Babycakes once and for all. I walked in and was just looking at all the delectable looking pastries displayed. Then one of the girls who worked behind the counter said “hey can I ask you a weird question…were you at the gym earlier?” And I was. And she was. I remembered her. So we were instantly all friendly. 

I got three ‘lil guy’ donut thingys for Adam & I got a princess cupcake for me to eat right then and there. It was chocolate with mint cream on top. Seriously it was the best bakery good I have ever tasted. So fresh and clean. I ended up staying in Babycakes for quite a while talking to Eden (the girl) and Evan. It’s a really cozy friendly good smelling place. I don’t know how I took so long to try it, but I will be a regular as much as possible. 

 

Week. End.

I skipped the Saturday night Pete and J show and just went home.

Sunday  I got up and walked to the gym near the winery. While I was post showering, Gabe called and we decided to meet up for the incredible sunny fall weathered afternoon. I was a little nervous to see him because…well…you know.

It was seriously a brilliant afternoon. We walked and talked all along the East River. Philisophical, Religious, Family, Where I Am Going…we covered it all lightly and I called him my Constant (in LOST’s honor) to his face. I really wonder where we will go. Possibilities are either endless or short lived. Or maybe both?

Then I walked tipsily (we drank Octoberfest Beer on Avenue A) across the Williamsburg Bridge to meet amber to see her French friend sing in Spike Hill. I told Mum on the phone about my lovely afternoon and that if things were different I’d marry him. She told me that people don’t wait around. Wait…what? Was that an irk?

Turns out Amber’s friend was Marcel who friended me on facebook. And whose poster was at Banjo Jims. What a small funny world. Despite the language barrier I was in love with his set. He has the most beautiful, rich voice. Then Amber, Derek, Marcel, Ava, Nina, and their Mom had a quick bubble tea (#2) experience down the block. Then I raced home to do nothing alone.

Lost & Wine

So we did have our LOST party! Wine fountain and all.

For some reason I woke up on Saturday thinking it would be a good idea to walk across the Manhattan bridge to Kristin’s place in the pouring rain. All good. I got to philosophize about what had happened the night before and how we as a human race ruin things which could be so good by taking ‘it’ (whatever the subject is…environment, technology, love, sex…) too far. 

 I finally got to Kristin/Ing’s new apartment in Park Slope. I LOVE it. It’s got a perfect balance of rustic and modern with a long exposed brick wall throughout the place. They also have amazing taste for furniture. Erin showed up with the drink fountain as promised, and it lights up! Kristin had run out to get the DVD’s and we were having all sorts of trouble getting it to start. Kristin came home and babbled something about magical powers. And suddenly it worked. So funny and so bizarre. So we had a great LOST marathon throughout the entire rainy Saturday. It’s funny  how comfortable I feel around them. Here’s to besties hopeful.

 

You’re are Beautiful, But now you’re scaring me.

I came into the city on Friday and went straight to Adam’s place. It smells like heaven in there, and I’m determined to figure out what it is so that I can mimic the scent wherever I go. I went to see Greg & Ian play and they were both wonderful. Greg seems like an entire different act than when I saw him that time at the Living Room. And Ian’s set I was right up front so I was beaming the whole set unaware of the intensely crowded house. She had a whole plan to get all her friendlettes to the Living Room to see her North Carolinian friends play. So…I got there and saw Su and Sarah which made me really high and happy for a few minutes. But that crashed kinda low when I realized that when she had been hinting that they were hanging out that she meant a little more than that. So there I was…in a crowded house getting pushed around down below while  the four of them, and he with his hand around her- up above. I just felt Shitty. Yes, with a capital S. I tried so very hard to concentrate on the music. After all, that was the real reason we were all there. But the music was less than good, I couldn’t help being concerned about the happenings up there, and I was just about ready to leave when J caught my eye. I couldn’t stop the glare before it was 40 feet ahead of me, and I’m pretty sure that’s what drew him closer to talk to me.

Now he becomes you.

You were the one that admitted the crush all along. You were the one who made the first move. You were the one who was too scattered and messed up to deal with stuff. It was easier to just become irresponsibly above all the concrete even though you had defective angel wings. O, I get it that you’re dealing with newly singleness and all that. But seriously, you have the capacity to be real and deep and you choose to be scattered, loose, and even less than insincere. It crushes me more than any crush that was ever between us. It goes beyond the silly jealous girl factor. I honestly want to see you happy. You are NOT happy the way you are being. But I love you because I love what I see in you and I will hold your hand, listen, and be here steadfast anytime for all time.

 But for then, we stood against that crowded wall and talked about how you had been wanting to talk. And that you love me ‘as a person.’ Which. Don’t get me wrong…I believe. I just needed time to process what was going on. To let the whip lash that smacked me right across my face to stop stinging so I could breathe. So I turned and left the party. It was a good move.

Deed & Done

Last Tuesday (Oct 20) I finally got my hair dyed at Capri. I was there for so many hours and doing something apparently so unusual that all the stylists were emotionally involved in the process. Quite entertaining. But it was so lengthy a process that when I finally got to the city,  I went straight to the Canal Room to see Amber play (and a bit of April) and then rushed over to Mercury Lounge. But when I got to Mercury lounge nobody answered my texts and then Matt showed up. So I ended up hanging with him at Rockwood and drinking and then going home with him.

 

GLIM

DLO is a captivating photo-capturing Goddess.

It’s like that.

Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know our song is over and heavy as I see dry leaves fallin’ down, oh
With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes
Oh, you’re just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

And as the early sign of dawn of thunder I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the boys and gears of sunset we’ll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh
And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes
Oh, you’re just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?

Oh, well I know you soak your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know well I was sole and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh
With all this fever in my mind I could aim for your kerosene eyes
Oh, you’re just a target in the sky
I say where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?

Happy Jack embroidered this image/text onto my jeans in Austin. There was a song someone covered that tortured my heart most while I was down there too. But I had no recollection of how it went or anything so I had no way of tracking it down. I finally just happened upon it. It’s called “Where do my bluebird fly.” It’s like that.

How can I cry if I’m thirsty?

Shouldn’t a lack of supply refrain another part in the same body from using it? 

I really have no right to be full of self pity. I have been blessed never having to worry about funds for learning…until now. I have been afforded a great private education. But now I finally want to go back to school. I have been spending countless hours researching programs, speaking with the officials, figuring out what I need to do in order to get in and then become a registered dietician. But I didn’t realize how much I want it until today when I was speaking with Mum about G&G and the whole money thing. Nothing is for certain, and she kept saying all these weeks that if they won’t pay for it, we will figure out a way. But I’m DEATHLY scared of student loans. And I never thought that it would come to that. Or that she’d even hint to that. And today that happened and I had to leave her and run to my room so that the tears could flow.

I’m so thirsty for this part of my education that desperation let me cry. How odd is that? And how in the world will I explain to Mum that I cannot ever owe anyone money. Or anything else. There are many complicated layers to this fear, I’m sure. Lots having to do with The Father. Lots having to do with my independent ways.  It is my single greatest fear in this world; being in Debt.

It’s October 15th

and it’s SNOWING. WTF? I’m sorry I just can’t believe it.

Merrily we go Round.

It’s that lovely time of year again. My favorite, crispy, colorful season. I know that it’s in death that leaves lose their green majesty and turn into a colorful scarf of en route to death. But it’s so beautiful, and it’s part of a cycle. So I won’t feel guilty loving it to death. I just won’t. 

I’ve been doing all sorts of research to go back to school. I want to become a nutritional therapist ideally. It seems the way to do that is to go to  DPD program for dietetics and become an RD. Only then does obtaining a Masters seem to be a common next step. So here I am looking into applying and going back to school. I just know I need to do something financially stable, and I love food and I’m obsessed with exercise, and I love coaching people. Crossed fingers, toes? I think so.

Degrees of Education

Mum called me while I was in Austin to tell me that she was pretty sure my diploma had arrived. Mum doesn’t say she’s pretty sure about anything unless she’s more than positive. 

But while I was in Austin I learned a lot of life lessons from Julie. Not just from things she said, but witnessing her life and hearing her talkity talk my ear off at times. 

She fell in love when she was 28 or so. With a musician. A young, struggling, fun musician. So she ended up sacrificing everything she dreamed of then and came to dream of along the way to make her marriage to a selfish immature boy work. And then she got pregnant while she was already working to support him and her, and he wanted her to get an abortion. She wouldn’t because she was a married capable person, and she kept sacrificing more and more just to try. She was more loyal to anything imaginable than the people who should have been loyal to death for those things/people/animals. Loyalty is a blessing to those who receive from it, but it is a curse to those who have no choice but to be that loyal. Like me and her. 

So Will ended up leaving Julie, and though for a while she was able to hold it together despite the stress and depression and raising two young children…once she lost her job she turned to tequila. And I don’t know if control freak despite ability to hold it all together was always part of her character, but now control freak certainly seems her way. 

One thing Julie kept telling me was that if she hadn’t broken her one golden rule of personal space she would have never married Will and she would have never ended up in this kind of life. The golden rule was not to let anyone get in her space. For a while I thought she meant just in general having her space, but then one day she explained that she meant she planned never to live with a guy until they were married. Because that would give her the space not to let things just slide into occurrence.

36 hours in L.A.

Brandon picked me up at Long Beach airport after I survived my flight from Austin and dis-boarded the plane straight into the great breezy beautiful Californian outdoors. He introduced me to Maria Taylor on our bonding chatting way into L.A. Great Thai dinner prior to Rosi’s set at the Hotel Cafe. We walked and held hands and fell right into that imaginary happy place. Me in cowboy boots, He in his Hollywood finery. The Hotel Cafe is splendid. It’s speak-easy-esque with the dark seductive look and corners and long dark red curtains. Two people fainted during Rosi’s set causing quite a stir, but besides for that it was a happy lot of faces I recognized. Mark, the creator of One Tree Hill was there, and I was delighted that he remembered me from his party. He was there with a young looking girl writer. I also met Steve, an actor on the show (I think). The band that Ben had gone on tour with was there, or at least Shane was. So was a dude named Fitzgerald. Anyway I had a great time that night and I know I’d want to spend more time at that venue.

Then Brandon took me around the corner to his room-mates venue: Piano Bar. It was also a really cool spot. But then we decided to go home light up a hookah and drink a bottle of Jameson. So we did. We also got down and dirt in talking straight which was crucial in my book. So…we get a big fat Check. I now understand the thing with Her, and what She meant about all of Them, and how he feels about Him and Her. The next morning we went to a scrumptious French restaurant called Figaro in Los Altos (?) which reminded me of Beauty and the Beast. Really cool decor and vibe. We sat in big fat soft comfy sofa chairs and took our time eating and drinking and enjoying eachother’s company. Unfortunately he had to cut his time short because duties call when Family is the matter. But not before we came up with a brilliant plan concerning the keys. Involving Floss. Yes, the kind you use for your teeth.

Rumours.

Yup.

Feeling Fortunate

Mr. Adam L. chatted me  this:

“was out to dinner w/ Pete & J & Sarab last night. your name came up, and **EVERYBODY** smiled. I can’t even say the name “Max Turk” without breaking into a big grin.

how are you? and how’s Austin? and when will we see you here on the Atlantic shore?

xoxoxoxo”

 

 

 

Forces of V.

While I was in Austin I was fortunate enough that both Rosi and Ingrid’s tour came through to visit me. Ha. I can put it that way if I want to. I wouldn’t throw a tantrum if someone invited me on a bus tour. I’d smile and gladly accept. But anyway I was happy to see Rosi play two house concerts right at the start of our New Year. She was lovely and Jake is coming more and more out of his shell. I love his voice and I love the tunes of his I’ve heard. Go Jake the Snake! 

The night Ingrid came was just prior and after Yom Kippur. I spent the day prior with Greg looking for a tattoo shop to no avail but it was a nice walk and chat. Ingrid was a welcome brilliant sassy set and I had a great time. I met their merch girl Lauren who has a more northern melodic accent than Greg. What a fine bunch. It’s good that it’s called the Everybody tour because literally Everybody on that tour is Adorable. I adore them. And Vagforce minus Beth skipped out to Magnolia’s. After which I skipped happily home. Splendid last night in Austin.

Rosh Hashana 2009

It’s that time of year where beginning is about to start and evaluation of the last chapter is only responsible. I mean it’s a year in a life. Last year, this time, I sensed a prophetic feeling of death encroaching, forcing a new sort of maturity upon me. Ed, Grandpa, and Auntie Miriam have all left this world. Not to mention the celebrity deaths which raged rampant too. Beyond the sadness, difficult humps, and eventual (confessingly) cynical turmoil it threw me through, Death has taught me a lot about valuing life more. This past year instead of finishing classes in January and rushing into a corporate job, I took a part time gig at a music venue/winery to cater to my need to be free. Besides for getting to see incredible music shows, meet incredible people, I have been afforded the possibility to tour with Rosi, go to California and see the coast and shoot her video, not to mention the endless adventures in New York with my musicians. I’ve battled with feeling used come to realizations concerning my place in it all. At the end of the day, I have to be the one on my path, doing what fulfills me, or at least for the time being; searching for those things. But it’s pretty clear to me now that the music scene will always be a great part of me.

I have also been focusing a lot on letting go of my anxiety, letting loose, and overcoming my insecurities. It certainly isn’t easy. But Margaret and Kerrville have changed me. It has made me more aware of what should be my priorities, values, and let some pressure slide. Kerrville is kind of like a neverland where everyone lives freely and happily and does whatever they want. Living for the sake of life itself…if only for a few days (and weeks at Big Folk).

I am struggling a lot lately with Judaism. I don’t think I would ever be able to let go completely of my background. however, I have realized from the past few years that never say never is a crucial reality. Slopes are slippery. I’ve gone against everything I had been taught was wrong when I was young. Besides for Yom Kippur, and I severely hope that remains. I am just honestly confused. I have been introduced to so many people and so many ways of thinking, and what I have realized is that Life really is a journey. Living a life of tradition appeals to me on some level, but rigid rules, and in a lot of ways the whole idea of stamped in place organized religion does not. I wish it were clearer what God really wants from us. What if He juts gave us earth and life to pursue it. In this day and age we’ve come so far in learning, evolution, and history that in a way you would think we have an upper hand on Life, and the world’s secrets. But it just makes my questions more complicated because as teachings (especially Jewish) are supplemented and expanded via human minds, writing, and legislation, it’s obviously from just that; the evolution of humanity and thought. And it’s been so very long since the start of it all that nothing is fluid and clear cut anymore. And I wonder if it ever really was.

This year is the first time since Harova that I won’t be in Israel for Yom Kippur and Sukkot. It frightens me in a way, but in a way I’m thinking it was something I was clinging on to to keep my safe 18 year old self, thoughts, and perhaps even life conclusions near by. But it’s been a complete contradiction to the directions I’ve been going in the rest of the year(s).

Where I am at right now is (though admittedly almost pathetically low scaled and short sighted) just finding ME. Who I am, and the obstacle I know I want to overcome. I want to overcome my anxiety. I want to stop being so fast, judgmental, cynical, and jealous, and selfish. I want the light that people see in me to be pure so that I am not ever feeling two faced or even slightly insincere. I want to let go of my fear of dancing. I want to learn to dance. I want to continue seeking my sexual awareness and overcome the bruises buried deep in due to the events of my childhood as well as the teachings of my background concerning it.

I want to live and let live.

I want to maintain true and uncompromising ties to my family because I believe more than ever after this year how important they are.

I want to take a writing class.

I want to pick up the violin, piano, or guitar with genuine commitment.

I want to make enough money to get to Israel for Pesach, and I think I want to make sure I make it to Big Folk.

I want to read the Old and the New Testament thoroughly. And probably Psalms and the Books  of Solomon as well.

I want to keep writing Grandma’s story wit her.

I want to get seriously into Yoga.

I want to be on a path to health inside and out.

I want to figure out if Nutrition Therapy is the way to go for now.

I will consider moving to Austin for the winter.

These things are all short term, but I’m fairly confident that this is the way I need to approach the life path in front of me.

I can honestly say right now that I see life as a gift. I am gratefully accepting the gift and all its inner workings once again with the renewal of this year.

I choose Life. I carefully vow not to remain stagnant.

Energy Synergy and the Post-ergy

“Likemided people gravitating toward energy. Free Loving. There is another side of the coine to selflessness, and it’s being all about me myself and I. At least it’s still not two heads are better than one, because it’s one head with two sides. Or it’s called a dichotomy. A conundrum. I am a too very focused person wanting and trying desperately to slow down. That makes ADD so much more apparent.” (when I was back in Austin evaluating what I had just gone through and reacting to the slow wonderful pace of this lovely city).

9/15/09

Now I’ve come down from the crazy let loose high that I was on, and tried to incorporate myself into the aura. I finally understand what Rosi was talking about when she said I needed to get laid. But I think it’s not just about that. Dancing and sex; my two greatest points of insecurities have been being battled. And not just by my general attitude. I get the feeling here that everyone is here to help. Pickles and Lindsay, that night during the funk music, were so persistent in the friendliest way to get me to dance.  And two nights ago at Texas Blues in the Continental Club, Mudge was all about urging me to go dance with the older people who can lead. Tyler was also so sweet by telling me I’m a natural with rhythm. He in general has been one huge series of life lessons. He extended his stay, cancelled his flight. It all started with touches that stole my breath away in the tent in Kerrville, and finally we found our comfort levels intertwined back in Austin again and again.

Washing Day

I sat in B cup cafe while rain started falling early in the morning after she had left, and got into a FB msg volley with Adam L. He was up so I drank down my Coffee #1 and met him at a cute little espresso bar a few blocks down.  It was Lester Young’s 100th birthday so the radio was playing pefect Jazz music. The macchiatos came forward presented like true art. 

We spoke about my life and my youthful energetic aspirations for myself. We spoke about love and how he waited 40 years for it, and she was taken away so soon. We spoke about connecting to the spirit and how this world isn’t all there is. We spoke about soul-mates, and soul-sisters, and friends who make this world worth living in. I wiped away two and a half tears off his cheek, and we walked out into the rain under my umbrella. He asked me how I know so much at my age. I told him that age isn’t everything. He proved that by liking my idea of devoting one room in a house to bumper cars. 

And later he wrote to me saying I’m rad. He’s radical with a capital R, a beautiful soul with a capital B, and once again I was lucky enough to move on from being in someone’s presence feeling uplifted and blessed.

Troubled Waters.

After the bridge walk I rushed over to see Meredith. She was getting ready for the past few days for the Emmy’s in LA. Apparently she mixed up her moving out date in her mind. It suddenly arrived a month earlier than expected and she had one day to find an apartment, find movers to move her while she’s in California, and get her apartment packed up. On my way I ran into Sarah, bought a sunflower, and some hard cider. We got to talk about her feelings of like, our thoughts and defense mechanisms for love, and what juices are worth what squeezes. I wish I could have done more, but I hope I gave her some sanity through a sense of calm, and we slept in a storytelling bed for one last night. (or should I say one last series of short moments). 

There is night, and there is morning. And somewhere in between, crisis is sidestepped, it dissolves, and everything becomes OK.

Brooklyn Blurs…and Bridges over

Talk about a constelation of nights deserving to be stars. At the rate I’m going, I am so blessed that I presume my life’s constellation will take up most of the universe with all the brightness. 

Amber & I were supposed to see Edward Scissorhands in the park in Dumbo between the Manhattan & Brooklyn bridges on Thursday night. Alex joined us last minute for we time instead of me time. We got there only to realize that more than full capacity amounts of people had the same idea. Not surprising to such a gorgeous night. So we took in the wondrous sights of the water, the bridges and the lights. We waited with Berger taking photos until we were confident that his friend was OK stuck inside there without us. 

 

We walked across the Brooklyn Bridge which quickly turned into my favorite bridge (& I had just explored the Williamsburg and Manhattan bridges during the few days prior!) It was like a majestic suspension of colossal doorways surrounded by rope-like frames which reminded me of walking between larger than life harps. Twas absolutely lovely & I was thinking to myself about how life can’t get much better. 

Alex told me some sweet words which probably let lots of air into my head. But it’s always nice to hear that I’m wise for my age and that I have a good spirit and that I’m a light. And that I’m self aware. Cuz I am certainly working at it.

Mistextacation

On Thursday I woke up early and found gchats from J concerning his sting messing him up. I had fallen asleep before ten the night before, so I decided midday to text him so I wasn’t playing a no answering game. I wrote “Hey darlin just got your msg this morning (I was asleep by 930 last night) i’m so sorry that stings a mess.” Ten minutes later I got a text from Pete saying “I thiiiiiink you  meant to send that to J ” Wow. I amaze myself sometimes. I told him so and apologized. We joked back and forth for a bit and he then told me that he thinks little Mer is wonderful. I thought “Scoooore” in my happy head. Then I sent J what I had sent to Pete and told him so. He found this funny too, and said it still hurts but thanked me for taking care of him. 

When I relayed this story to various folks at the winery they called it a Freudian slip. Noooooooo.

In other news, on that day Stephanie’s son Brice came in to help and he decided to interview everyone working here. For an 8 year old he is adorably insightful, and he told me he thinks my favorite part of my job here is greeting people because then I get to recognize some and become friends with them. He also told me that he knows a lot about the financial crisis even though he’s just a kid because his father works for JP Morgan. Wow. Cute.

Friends Love Friends

But the goodness didn’t stop there. 

Monday I saw La Chapelle and she suggested I take a writing class. I got lost with my bike on my way home and got to explore some cool streets I had never known about. That night Mum Rivka and I had a scrumptious sushi dinner. The next day Rivka made Aliyah. I was planning on going into the city to meet up with Mer and catch up. However she was running late with her dress appointments for the Emmys, and I was not sure I’d make it in to the city. But then she said she’d be able to meet me at Banjo Jim’s and Pete and J were playing with Chris and Rich. So I decided to go into the city after all. By the time I got down there I was a sweaty mess and I needed a minute to cool down and warm-up. Pete and Mer immediately hit it off. The music was fabulous. Chris can play the upright bass for many moments all alone and it feels like an entire show. Well, it is. And Rich. I had no idea he was such a ridiculous guitar player. I had known him as a guest Pedal Steel player. Little did I know that’s a new stint of his. He is an incredible guitar player. When he plays he doesn’t make it look easy- he looks like a mad professor who is kind of possessed. Incredible to watch. I drank beer, and felt a little awkward because I didn’t expect to stay out late and fling myself onto J. Time kept passing via conversation with Adam, Adam L, Sarab’s mom, Morrisey’s brother, and eventually I had to ask J what he thought we should do. We all ended up going back to Mer’s roof where J got stung by a bee. At like three in the morning, no less! WTF. I was exhausted because I hadn’t slept the night before since Rivka and I had smoked our way through her last night home. So J and I decided to leave the new blossoming duo and we went back to his place and crashed fast. I had to leave really early and tired. I decided to introduce myself and my feet to the Manhattan bridge, and though it was quite confusing to get to it; the crossing guards and NYPD didn’t really know the way; I made it and it felt good. 

I slept at home that night after work. It felt just right.

Happy, Hot, & Heavy, Oh My!

I have so much to catch up on!

The night after Good Mystery I was going to go see Hans & Sven at Rockwood until I realized that what Dlo was trying to send through Rosi was an invitation to the dinner party which Adam, Amber, and Alex were all going to. It was HER dinner party. So after work & a nap in the greenroom at the winery, I made my way to the loft in Soho. I purchased beer and then ran into Jenny O on the street. I was tipsy and flustered and at that moment I realized I probably have a girl-crush on her. Great. So we got some beer for her bringing together and went up together. Allie, Billy, Kristen (Ing’s Kristen), and a bunch of other people were already there. Rick Barry is someone I follow on Twitter but met in flesh and blood there. (Always fun when virtual acquaintances materialize). Amber and Adam L and Alex and the other Adam all showed up. As did Rosi and Jeremy. I was suddenly surrounded by quite a clan of talented people. Dlo is one of the most extraordinary cooks I have ever met. She made three different Tacos! My favorite was the Mole, which was kind of spicy. Yum. In between each round of Taco, there were rounds of tunes by all the talented folk. Awestruck was I, obvi. Dlo shares my admiration and blessed feeling for knowing all these musicians. She nicknamed me weeMax that night. 

Adam was planning on heading over to Rockwood when the night started winding down, and while blaming it on the bottles of beer I had consumed, I decided to share a cab with him to go say hi to J. We hung out for a bit at Marshal Stats, and then I ended up in a cab with him back to his place. We had a lovely evening and lots of open conversation. I became under the impression that we were on the same page about the kinda feelings, but not really ready for anything committed. I am also fully aware that he’s just out of a relationship & grabbing his independence as a traveling musician seriously. I am also aware of my ability to get jealous very easily from other girls even if I’m not “head over heels for him.” Such is tricky life. But we both knew it would happen eventually. Over-thinking & lots of buildup makes things hot and heavy. So I fell asleep contently feeling oh so light. 

The morning came with kisses, a mix CD (long overdue), and the light feeling extending right up to and through Jeremy’s going away rooftop (which switched to the loft from the rain) party. More amazing mexican food and beer. More great people. Dave and I had a great talk about me doing what I want to do. I had some great conversation with an adorable young mom. I spoke to Ari about Ireland. I also had lots of fun chats with some of the Australian friends and smokers on the roof. 

 

 

Yep that weekend wrapped like a perfect gift of Time.

A Good Mystery

Yesterday was a perfect day. I woke up early like a little girl too excited for what the day would bring to sleep a decent amount of hours. I came to the city and walked from Port Authority to Williamsburg to Angelhouse. My mission was to help Amber out and catch up. The sweltering sweaty humidity didn’t even slow me down; and with my bitter attitude lately that was saying a lot. Angel house was covered in wooden boxes for Amber’s “Good Mystery” CD project. AKA Arts & Crafts. There was recording going on so we worked and chatted intermitently. It’s amazing how she thinks of all the details to go into her project to case the CDs. I crazy glued, I stamped, and (to me the coolest part) I waxed and sealed loads of packages. We got to catch up, and I came to quite a few realizations over the course of the day. A number of things went… shall we say… not wrong, but not so smoothly. And even still by the time show-time hit, I was no less than happy as a ham.

• I kept burning my fingers and messing up with the wax bit.
• The train got stuck in the tube (meaning I had to take a different train all the way into Queens to transfer my way back to the city).
• The downpour.
• The heavy state of the 500 CDs in that crummy weather, and having to hail a cab with my eyebrows.
• I fell TWICE on the same step skinning my knee during soundcheck. 
• We were putting the boxes together last minute right up until the openers started their set.

The way I’ve been lately (namely this summer), even just one of these things would have pushed me over the edge of keeping it cool. But there’s something about Amber. There’s something about her sincerity that makes me happy to toil with her. It was like we were two mad little girls in a frenzy getting it done. And it was wonderful.

When Amber’s set started, I was immediately thrown into a warm cozy realm of good feeling. I kept seeing people I missed. So many smiles. So many hugs. So many glances. And then the music began, and it was like someone took my heart out of wherever it was hiding down in my stomach for quite a number of weeks, and cradled it with lullabies. I was SO peacefully happy. And proud. 

The way people received her last night, reminded me of the way I have seen her received in other places. New Hampshire, California, etc. But I had never realized that New York can be that audience. It was like a captivating magnetic field with calming electrical currents keeping the focus so dead-set on her every note. Amber has improved so much since I’ve met her. She works so hard, she truly loves what she is doing, she is humble, and she possesses an emotional sensibility which ties her to her audiences and fans in a way I have never witnessed before. It is awe some. Literally. Overwhelming. I wasn’t the only one who got emotional and teared up. The aura in the room the entire time was one of repect and admiration. 

Turns out the show was sold out! There was an Oboe Trio who had opened, and joined Amber for a song. It was amazing. Their sound reminds me of being at a ballet (though I haven’t ever been to one!) and Austin and I were mock ballet dancing behind the curtain backstage. Ha. During the main set, there was a precious moment where I heard a little voice saying “Auntie Amber! Auntie Amber!” And I turned to see Amber’s brother carrying little Jade, who was holding a bundle of flowers. Wow. 

I used to love repeating what one of the reviews said about Amber “that you will leave with a crush on her.” But after last night, I almost feel like she has outgrown that word. It is something so much deeper than a crush. It is a kindred spell. A breath of life. And truly spectacular. 

Alternatively, maybe whatever it is “that thing” shouldn’t even be expressed. Maybe it can’t really be expressed. It might just be a Mystery. Oh, but boy, is it a good one.

Un-Lost In Austin

I have booked a one way ticket to Austin, Texas for the second of September. I am going to get a ride with Margaret’s friends to Kerrville for the mini folk/wine festival. I will be volunteering on a Lovin’ Oven team to bake pizza for the hungry hippies. I AM ECSTATIC. The reason for the one way part of the itinerary is that I hope to make this a free passing adventure, with no specific plans; just being open to see where the road/people I meet take me. This has given me a rush, and jaded or not, with these plans intact, while I walked through the Lower East Side and over the Williamsburg Bridge yesterday morning, I was finally re-struck with my love for NYC. Phew. Now I can go in peace and know I will be back again. Whenever it seems right.

Tragic

They were talking tonight about how tragedy is what caused them to make a move and make a difference in their humdrum lives. I am lucky right now because though tragedy has burned the edges of the page of my life, it has not yet touched me directly in the verse. I am lucky because I am making a move prior to actual destruction.

Scrambled Letters.

There are days for expression. There are scraps of notebook paper, bits of airline bags, and barmaid’s napkins and pens to use for expression. 

And there are days where expression is not necessary, or even feasible.

Silence doesn’t even have to be accounted for or justified. Sounds and conversation can come up when natural. My brother has landed. He’s no longer struggling in the air with my thoughts of possibility not to be grounded safely. But in a sense, he’s gone. He’s out of my grasp and I already miss him. 

But I cam back here, to this lovely oasis of paradise, and I saw both pairs of eyes. And now I can try and plan my next step. Sometimes void of expression, sometimes with….the future shall be defined with the utmost definition.

High Hooks in Hook

We went down to visit The Grandparents in Boca and stayed in the condo. I got the best of both words, having a couple of days with the sibs, and a couple of days with the cousins. It’s hard seeing The Grandparents wither away into old, old, old. But at least we still have them.

We used some ganjah one night and watched Hook. Blame it on the G”J but I ended up with all these insights concerning Peter Pan and Hook, and scrabbled them down on The Gandparents remaining stationary.

Here goes…

• Peter Pan worked so hard to find his happy thought to fly and it ended up being his kids. This is ironic since if he hadn’t left Neverland kids would never in a million years have been the source of the flying power.
• the kid who started the fight seems menicing and ‘the bad guy’ but he was the one who knew Peter Pan’s one everlasting ’soft’ spot to get him revved up enough to imagine again. This soft spot was to get him fired up and fight.
• Hook’s kind of happiness that Pan was back was as if their universe and world would perish if there was a lack of the friction between good and evil. This is very interesting. Maybe this is what keeps the world moving on and on. A struggle between good and bad.
• The guy who gives in to Peter Pan’s return (that same menicing ‘bad guy’) is in a sense getting fucked over. He is willing to become the strong one when Pan leaves, but when Pan returns he’s willing to step aside. He ends up getting stabbed and “dies” (whatever that means in Neverland). This kind of shows that only the strong survive. You can’t be too much of a pushover.
• Peter Pan says “what do you want old man.” Hook replies “I want you.” This to me means that the essence of what older people want is their youth.
• Hook says “you took my hand, you owe me something” when Pan is turning victorious and taking his dignity. I find that interesting because it’s symbolic of youth resenting elders, but at the same time without the elder’s “hand” they’d never be there growing to begin with. It’s almost like a plea from Hook.
• And of course…”Death is the only adventure” is Hook’s attitude toward what’s going on. It is in a sense what we all feel.

I’m really really awesome.

When it’s convenient; for just a while. Then it’s easier to just shelve me.

Growth

The Sky & I.

Even the most self aware cannot always be in control of their entire selves. All I want to do lately is flip the switch back to my normal state of mind and being, but I cannot. As it darkens all around me in this storm, there is powerful sound tumbling above me with such vigor, that I am convinced it is more substantial than just sound waves rippling in the sky. It feels like night. And sometimes even if it’s day, even if it’s life, we all need a good cry. Even the sky.

Moments

There are moments on every date when day and night is blurred into one. So however different they are for the rest of time, there are those glimpses of their similarities. 

Criminal Hearts @ Play

 

I’m all up for playing; It’s no fun when it’s all real. 

But when we play with our bodies, there are hearts within too. I am the queen of Hearts because I am aware of Mine. 

 

Lack of communication leading to miscommunication is a crime in my book. It leads to breaking one of the organs in the bodies which makes playing so much fun. If said organ was dismissed, not involved, and not played, the game would be boring. Which is why I decided to like you. So now I do. Not fast and furious creepy in love. But like. 

 

And even though you started this whole thing, If open communication and indulging crushes is a crime in your book…We would be fooling ourselves to think we’re playing our bodies and hearts in the same game, the crush would be crushing, and well…

we can’t be partners in crime. 

 

Don’t test my stamina. I will turn and close the door.

Don’t waste my energy. I cannot be that girl. 

Penny Lane & Lady Goodman

It turns out most of the time I am on a merry-go-round of considering people friends, changing my mind who is real and sincere, and who are just friendlettes. Every once in a while I get to stop the merry-go-round and get reacquainted with those that are still there in the standstill. Tonight was like that. Lady texted me to come meet her at the club right when I was finished at the winery; at six o one o clock. My first thought was that Adam Duritz must have showed up. My second thought was that my dresses might have overstayed their welcome in her office. Wrong. In reality, all Lady was doing was telling me to come there because somehow she knew I needed to talk. And listen. She often says we are similar and most of those times I brush it away as a cutesy remark, but the fact is  she reads me like a silly letter book without any trouble at all. She knows so much more about myself and my ride on my roller coaster than I’d ever be able to know as of yet. And she knows all this from a seemingly side-staged, partial view, perspective. She sees me getting taken advantage of. She knows my self image distortion. She understands my decision/commitment making complex. She effing knows the Music World. And she’s a Sister so she gets the whole tradition backdrop. I have no idea how I got this lucky to have someone so astute care so much for me, and want me to be ok. But I do know that I’m lucky to have her.

Where is my place?

 

What do you do when you love the lifestyle of musicians, love musicians, love music, and are not a musician? 

I don’t think I could handle tour managing for too long because of all the math involved.

I don’t think I could handle managing in general for too long because it’s too many details.

I don’t think I could work in a PR/Promotion for music company because I become socially retarded when I have to promote stuff I don’t LOVE. 

I think in theory I’d like music supervision, but it might end up to be too much desk work 

Why oh why can’t I just have no real life worries and go along to be pure energy. 

Little Leaps with/without Faith

It’s really hard to look at pictures of me from even a few months ago. It’s also really hard to swallow the fact that despite two years of working out hard core (daily!), just a few weeks of slacking can put me in an undesirable state of fitness.

This whole death thing has hit me more than I ever expected it to. First Ed, then Grandpa, and then Auntie Miriam. It makes me so much more aware of life and what I’m doing, or not doing, or thinking of doing, or thought of doing. I feel so pressured all of a sudden to get on with it and figure out what I’m ‘doing.” I mean at all the shivas, people kept asking me that ridiculous question, and I started to feel like an overheated tape recorder trying to come up with a decent sounding answer. 

So now I’ve spent a couple of days at Mum’s house, sifting through stuff in the attic, re-acquainting myself with various generations of myself from the past. I found my old Lisa Frank stationary/sticker collection. I found my first shoe. I found lots and lots of stuffed animals. I found a great deal of stuff I am ready to call garbage. 

But best of all I found some diaries. 

It’s funny how when I was younger I would start keeping a diary when someone bought me one, but the habit only lasted for a few days. If only I had known then how much pleasure I’d get out of reading my silly little thoughts…

So now I’m not sure what I want to do next. A big part of me is toying with the idea of purchasing an open ticket to Israel for YK and then figuring it out from there…maybe some traveling to and from Israel would work out nicely.

Even in Death they Do Not Part

Rest In Peace Grandpa Sam. 1917-2009 is a blessed amount of time on this earth, but Grandma is still as in love with you as she was when she first saw you. She told me today that she was sorry that I didn’t get to say goodbye to you. And she told me that she hopes that one day when I get married I have as wonderful a marriage as she had with you. 

The cemetery is oddly beautiful and overwhelmingly full. There were even street signs in various areas of it. I was so worried while they were lowering you down that they’d mishandle the whole situation. I was holding Grandma up and my heart broke when I heard her saying “Don’t do that, don’t do that, don’t do that,” over and over in the most broken hushed voice as they lowered you into the earth. 

Grandma told me that even in your last few days when you knew nothing and noone at all, when you both lay in bed at night he still said “Debbie’la, are you doing alright? I love you. Sleep well.” This amazes me. This shows that true love can surpass any physical and mental limitations our bodies subject us to here. 

I am now learning about your life. I hope you find a way to keep Grandma at peace with the love between you. I know the phrase used in marriages is “Till death do us part,” but you and Grandma have a love that lives undeniably past just this life. And she needs to feel it for her time left remaining on this earth without you.

Dear Death,

You have overstayed your welcome.

I am definitely learning a lot of lessons from you, and in a way it’s ‘nice’ to meet you.

But seriously, this is getting a little too much, a little too fast.

I need some recess. 

Respectfully,

Max