rockethenry

I guess I'm here and I don't want a weekend to pass by without a post, if I can help it. Wife Julia and I went out to see a great, up-and-coming, strong woman songwriter this morning in Saugerties, N.Y. at brunch at a place called Cafe Mezzaluna. The woman was Erin Hobson and she'll be working out her first release as the Erin Hobson Compact very soon. I like her a lot. She has a wonderful background in jazz guitar, even though the music was really folk-oriented. Couldn't decide whether she sounded like the Grateful Dead or Jimi Hendrix in her really exciting guitar breaks. And her voice and songwriting are somewhat like all-time-greatest Joni Mitchell. So thoughtful and really like hearing someone reading from their diary. In other words, my favorite kind of music.
It seems that that directness also leads me into my favorite kind of film, poetry and book too. I really like directness. Something that takes you INTO the life of the person writing it, without any concern for flourishing it up at all. And I like to hear about the rough, edgy side of life. It shows us how much we are all alike on the inside, in those dark places where we are even afraid to shine a light on ourselves--not to mention reveal ourselves to another.
I guess that may be enough writing for today, for now.
I keep wondering if my strong words in my last blog about Michael Jackson--who thrilled me with his music and performance and disgusted me with his behavior--actually offended anyone, made anyone think I was just out-of-touch or maybe even found someone who agrees with me (beside dear Punkie, my sweet friend).
Well, off to a good week for all, hopefully. But we really don't know what's going to happen, do we?