I’m burning the midnight oil, or rather I awoke at dawn after having fallen asleep during The Devil And Daniel Johnston. It’s somewhat sad that I watch that movie and think, “He ain’t so odd.” I suppose my only problem with him and his work is that it seems a waste to be insane/gifted and only read comic books and the bible…. I wish he had some sort of education before going bonkers and at least Brian Wilson could sing as sweet as Roy Orbison… but still, I want to own some of his music for sure. He inspired me to sing a silly song in the studio and then I went for a walk in the impossible beauty of brooklyn in the fall… I hear a storm is coming, so it is the last hurrah for leaves. I eneded up encountering a lot of people starting with a neighbor strolling her baby to the library to take out a copy of Tom Robbins “Still Life With Woodpecker” for her reading group and we talked of travel and churches and children and up by the Othodox Jewish daycare a woman wearing a wonderfully wrought star of David necklace stopped me and said in a charming (almost German) Israeli accent: “You should see how your sweater matches the landscape. It’s beautiful.” So I handed her my camera with the old – “so show me” attitude.. then I saw the Slovakian drummer whose name I won’t attempt to spell…. but I like the sign on his high tech plastic drum… we talked about dogs and caner and of course, music and technology. I was exceedingly lonely goinng into the morning, but Prospect Park was full of people and prospects.
This note from Jade fell out of my clutter of covers in progress and struck me as the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in days… The paper is the color of the name of the writer: Jade… and the little stack of books with candle reflected my dawncrazed state of affairs….
