I particularly loved hearing about David Bromberg. An amazing musician who produced one of my all time favorite albums, Midnight on the Water. I used to play parts of this album for my classical violinist friends, to show how amazing fiddlers could be. Grateful to hear these memories of the person behind the music, in another of your beautiful and vivid essays.
Youth in New York and a horse with memories of all it has encountered. Very heart warming. I saw David several times at the Ark in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
This is good. A performance of unlikely links to thoughts and experiences I'm happy to follow you down. Glad that you tucked in the horse piece down at the end. I'm happy we met and even more that we are still getting to know each other after 20 years.
Great story. Memory dipped in a beautiful, surreal haze. Wonderful last line. I remember being at home during ‘65 blackout ( Of course, I was 13!) doing my English hw, writing a parody I called “The Devil and Robert Kennedy” )”(No idea why)
One of my oldest friends got married last weekend, for the first time, at 58. As a child, she vowed to never get married and never pierce her ears so she did both in one weekend. I'm sending this to her now. Love your writing so much and more than that, I love the way you see the world.
That was a fun read. Love your style and humor. I've been reading and editing all day and it was fun to hop in and check this one out and feel energized (instead of enervated) from the romp.
Wonderful things in each of these short pieces. About the horse: my best friend is 78, and lives outside of Fairbanks, Alaska in a beautiful modernist home off the grid. Think Queens girl with a Columbia Ph.D. who jumped off the fast lane in NYC and went north. She has always loved horses. She is feeling so sad right now, for she is trying to train her horse to pull a cart, because she can no longer ride. But problems with her back and shoulder have led to almost no grip in her left hand. Last night she told me, "when a horse has a bit in her mouth, she is used to taking directions from both sides. She gets very confused and upset if there is only direction from the right side." I hate thinking of the horse being confused and upset because she is getting, literally, mixed signals.
I particularly loved hearing about David Bromberg. An amazing musician who produced one of my all time favorite albums, Midnight on the Water. I used to play parts of this album for my classical violinist friends, to show how amazing fiddlers could be. Grateful to hear these memories of the person behind the music, in another of your beautiful and vivid essays.
Midnight on the Water featured fiddlers Jay Ungar and Evan Stover. But Bromberg always attracted phenomenal violinists.
Thanks, dear Alan! Please consider coming to the Zoom conversation on Saturday. The details are in the post.
The horse piece is breathtaking. Pure poetry through the mind of the horse. Exquisite writing.
Thanks so much, Lois, and thanks for supporting the publication with a paid subscription. You are part of the reason this exists.
“After a while, growing near each other, trees don’t know which roots are theirs.”
I love your writing.
That makes me so happy . . . Lucian turned the key to this stack. xxL
I’m very glad he did!
Youth in New York and a horse with memories of all it has encountered. Very heart warming. I saw David several times at the Ark in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
This is good. A performance of unlikely links to thoughts and experiences I'm happy to follow you down. Glad that you tucked in the horse piece down at the end. I'm happy we met and even more that we are still getting to know each other after 20 years.
Same! xxL
Great story. Memory dipped in a beautiful, surreal haze. Wonderful last line. I remember being at home during ‘65 blackout ( Of course, I was 13!) doing my English hw, writing a parody I called “The Devil and Robert Kennedy” )”(No idea why)
One of my oldest friends got married last weekend, for the first time, at 58. As a child, she vowed to never get married and never pierce her ears so she did both in one weekend. I'm sending this to her now. Love your writing so much and more than that, I love the way you see the world.
I hope she will have her own "marriage dividend"--the title of my new book coming out this fall. Thanks so much for your support and sisterhood. xxL
The vibe, from Bromberg to Warren Street (“waiting for Godot, to leave “) appeals to me warmly, Laurie. Let’s touch on this Saturday. Thank you.
I will be delighted to speak about how these jumps arise, please raise it on Saturday. Best, L
That was a fun read. Love your style and humor. I've been reading and editing all day and it was fun to hop in and check this one out and feel energized (instead of enervated) from the romp.
So happy to hear--and exactly the target the arrow wants to hit.
Wonderful things in each of these short pieces. About the horse: my best friend is 78, and lives outside of Fairbanks, Alaska in a beautiful modernist home off the grid. Think Queens girl with a Columbia Ph.D. who jumped off the fast lane in NYC and went north. She has always loved horses. She is feeling so sad right now, for she is trying to train her horse to pull a cart, because she can no longer ride. But problems with her back and shoulder have led to almost no grip in her left hand. Last night she told me, "when a horse has a bit in her mouth, she is used to taking directions from both sides. She gets very confused and upset if there is only direction from the right side." I hate thinking of the horse being confused and upset because she is getting, literally, mixed signals.
Yes, sad!
Why is it that your writing is rarely boring and most other people's are?