3 July So, on Saturday I saw my man Billy Bragg and Shawn Colvin play at Battery Park, thanks to, um, somebody really nice who sent me an email that I cannot find just now. I was going to get there really early, at 1.30p because it started at 3.30p, but didn't manage to leave the house in time. There was room up front when I got there, though, as it was picnic seating, so I tromped up there and was picking my spot, when I heard my name. It was Tony! I see him maybe once a year, maybe less often then that, and here it was, only a week later! He and his friend Patricia, who also came to my show, were there to see Shawn and Billy (whereas I was there to see Billy and Shawn), so I sat with them for the show, which was really fun. I don't know from Shawn Colvin (and I'm running too late to look up the spelling of her name), but for "Sunny Came Home" and "Riding Shotgun Down the Avalanche", but she was really good. Bad hat, though. According to Tony and Patricia, there has been much surgery of the plastic kind on her little face, which no longer moves, but since I didn't know her before, it wasn't something that I particularly noticed. She has a very pure voice, that cuts like a trumpet, and I was sitting there envying her, wishing that I could sing like that. And then I realized that I didn't want to sing with her voice, I just wanted to sing into a microphone. That must be really something, to be able to be that loud. This isn't coming out as it did in my head, because it wasn't this need to be loud so much as it was this yearning to make a joyful noise. I sing all the time, constantly, walking down the street, anywhere anytime, and it must be such a treat to be able to sing into a mic. Maybe what I really want is an audience.
Billy will have to wait until tomorrow, I've gotta go to work.
Well, it seems recently I met two more journallers, both named Jen. One, whom I always call Jen's Friend Jen, I met last year for the first time, but I don't know if she had a journal then, or maybe just nobody told me, or possibly I wasn't paying attention at the time (seeing as it's me, it's pretty likely), and the other, was Shmuel's friend Jen, who came to see my show last week and had the nice big laugh. So I'd guess I'd better make them both Journal of the Week!
Well, my mix tape turned out quite well. Mostly when I make them, it's all about carefully planning them out with themes and things, but this one I just grabbed cds and stuck on songs, making it the most eclectic mix that I could. And it's got everything from country-folk to punk to musical comedy to Irish rock to soca music to comedy to the song I sang at my father's funeral (not my version), and I think that it makes a swell tape. Who wants to trade? And if I still owe anyone tapes from last year (which I have no doubt that I do), let me know as well.
Do you sing? What do you like to sing? And we're still talking about the first concert we ever saw, guilty pleasures, our new favourite books, the nature of fame, scars, how we've changed since high school, pettiness, the vans (which has bizarrely morphed into a discussion of Dune), and still, and always, our big fat asses.
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