Sunday, December 27, 2009

I made something for you.

It was an October Saturday in Salem of all places and we'd all just been to the fortune teller who told me of my responsibilities, which turns out were what I'd always expected them to be. I was in the exact middle of some hoopla over a book of poetry and some travels when a cocktail by the ocean seemed just what I needed.

Beside the fireplace, Lady looked at me and said, "What are you doing?" I hadn't known for a while at that point and my desires and purview had been for weeks keeping me up at night, so when she said, "Make music," all I could say was, "I will," and I did.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

put the x in x-mas

My Dickensian Christmas Party last night was a smashing success. The eleven-plus pounds of pork roast marinated for three days in a Nigella Lawson-inspired brine bath went in a flash, and everyone brought such amazing dishes (Black Forest trifle, Mexican meat loaf, eggnog thumbprint cookies, broccoli casserole). It was just what it was meant to be. A group of people celebrating their thanks for each other around a lot of incredible food.

Maybe it was the formal wear, or the roast, or the champagne flutes, but this party felt very grown-up to me. I wonder how old you need to get before you stop marveling that you're an adult.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

remember the days of the radio star?

The talented Ms. Christine Bower (who's piece is in an art show opening TOMORROW at the Washington Street Art Center in Somerville helped me make this video about Backstage at The Caribou:

I will never be able to comfortably watch myself on video.  Good thing I never became an actor.