Thank thee! PS: I need a dunk back into New York. Writing about it right now in an autofiction manuscript on a glidepath to completion. First big love affair on the city’s streets in 1978-79!
Those times were the last of the funky NYC I loved—emerged from financial crisis (no, world, NYC never went bankrupt), ready for punk, not Reagan. I look forward to reading your take on it. Early '79 was Three Mile Island. I had just gone to work for the Soho News. (Friends I made there just pulled me through a few unexpected weeks of my own in hospital/rehab. Hope you're ok; I'm recovering very well indeed. I second—and third—your praise for Medicare.) —diane
PS: I am work right now on a chapter about the time I went to see James 'Blood' Ulmer perform at The Peppermint Lounge on 45th Street in 1980 or so. Standing at the lip of the small stage looking up at him, I looked left and there was David Byrne about 10 feet away, also looking up at the Afropop guitar great. Byrne, I should add, was as a music god to me at that time. Fanboy him? Or leave him be to enjoy his night out? I left him be. Although a few nights before, spotting Joe Jackson seated at a table in a crimson suit and matching hat beside a spectacularly beautiful date, I DID go up to him and tell him how much I adored his music. He was quite gracious. Tales from the City ....
Good to hear, Diane. As Anne Lamott says of dear friends: "By 68, you know that the whole system of our lives works because we are not all nuts on the same day. You call someone and tell them that you hate everyone and all of life, and they will be glad you called. They felt that way three days and you helped them pull out of it by making them laugh or a cup of tea. You took them for a walk, or to Target ..." FULL POST HERE: https://www.mariashriversundaypaper.com/anne-lamott-just-turned-68-heres-how-she-wants-you-to-help-her-celebrate/
Great read for a rainy Saturday morning in NE Oregon!
B
Likewise, on a drenched Saturday afternoon in New York City. Every issue is a singular treat, DJI.
Thank thee! PS: I need a dunk back into New York. Writing about it right now in an autofiction manuscript on a glidepath to completion. First big love affair on the city’s streets in 1978-79!
Those times were the last of the funky NYC I loved—emerged from financial crisis (no, world, NYC never went bankrupt), ready for punk, not Reagan. I look forward to reading your take on it. Early '79 was Three Mile Island. I had just gone to work for the Soho News. (Friends I made there just pulled me through a few unexpected weeks of my own in hospital/rehab. Hope you're ok; I'm recovering very well indeed. I second—and third—your praise for Medicare.) —diane
PS: I am work right now on a chapter about the time I went to see James 'Blood' Ulmer perform at The Peppermint Lounge on 45th Street in 1980 or so. Standing at the lip of the small stage looking up at him, I looked left and there was David Byrne about 10 feet away, also looking up at the Afropop guitar great. Byrne, I should add, was as a music god to me at that time. Fanboy him? Or leave him be to enjoy his night out? I left him be. Although a few nights before, spotting Joe Jackson seated at a table in a crimson suit and matching hat beside a spectacularly beautiful date, I DID go up to him and tell him how much I adored his music. He was quite gracious. Tales from the City ....
Good to hear, Diane. As Anne Lamott says of dear friends: "By 68, you know that the whole system of our lives works because we are not all nuts on the same day. You call someone and tell them that you hate everyone and all of life, and they will be glad you called. They felt that way three days and you helped them pull out of it by making them laugh or a cup of tea. You took them for a walk, or to Target ..." FULL POST HERE: https://www.mariashriversundaypaper.com/anne-lamott-just-turned-68-heres-how-she-wants-you-to-help-her-celebrate/
Excellent!
Can’t wait!