Journal
Music
Nields
Here’s the strange thing about me: I can completely forget I’m a musician until I arrive at the gig. It’s as though that part of me is a set of clothes for another season, kept in a moth-proof box in the attic, out of mind until the weather changes.
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…what woman born in the ‘60s could possibly resist a Gerwig/Baumbach treatment of that iconic, maddening, perfect representation of our twisted ideas of what girls were supposed to aspire to be?
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I hadn’t played guitar in almost a month. I don’t need it in the studio these days because all we’ve been doing is adding background vocals. My daughter’s been playing…
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It’s not so much that I’m not a cat personMore like cats are not Nerissa people. All I wanted when I was fiveWas a pink-nosed kitten,Round blue eyes, milky breath,Needly…
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Given that Italian has a consonant/vowel ratio Of nearly four to one, it’s clear whyMost singers prefer Verde to Schubert.Which would you rather sing, O mia babbino caroOr Mein Sohn, was birgst du…
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Sir David Brewster invented it by accidentAn instrument with mirrors at polar endsAngling the glass against the lightKalos, beautifulEodos, shapeScopeo, to look at The Romans cancelled the Greeks’ KappaReplaced it…
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This image has nothing to do with my post, but the cat insisted I needed to make it the featured image, and it’s a lot bigger than I am. If this is your cat, and you are mad at me for taking its picture, I will come to your house with cookies as an apology.
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I always begin a writing session by reading a poem aloud. Like a prayer, a poem can connect me to myself, and to something deeper than myself, with spirit-imbued words….
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In which I discuss my big feelings.
