I usually post the painting of the 3 empty crosses on Good Friday, but, you know, crucifixion was such a horrific way to die, that I’ve decided to go with the “life” part of Jesus today, instead.
Okay.
Wow. I was really tired yesterday but I still had a really great day off.
I got so much done. (Can you say: “5 loads of laundry”?? Mostly putting all the winter stuff away and getting the house ready for Spring.)
And I even got to take that walk in the sun. The sun stayed out all day. I was able to finally take in the sights of the village again after all those terrible wind storms we had. A lot of damage was done — mostly to trees. But the village is over 200 years old. It’s withstood a lot already. And it is, indeed, still standing and flowers were blooming!
It felt great to not just see it, but to feel it: Survival and moving on to whatever lies up ahead.
And then, early in the evening, the lawn guy returned to cut the grass, so it must really be Spring, gang!
Today, I will vacuum (!!) and also watch that recorded Zoom meeting about how to use the new recording studio on Substack. My brain has officially returned this morning!
But last evening, during dinner, I began re-watching “Mystery Train” (see yesterday’s post). I instantly remembered why I liked the movie so much — it’s totally quirky.
And since it was made in 1989, it reflects things about life in the US back then that I really miss. (For instance, smoking wherever & whenever you wanted to! And motel rooms for $22 a night! And traveling by train!!)
And what was also sort of intense: As soon as the movie started, I instantly remembered that Wayne and I had rented the movie from the video store on Broadway. We didn’t see it in the theater. And I had the clearest flashback of lying on the bed in our bedroom (which had a view of Riverside Park and the Hudson River). Our bedroom was just off the living room in our beautiful apartment on West End Avenue. And it was daylight out. We were watching the movie on what was, back then, considered a really big TV set. And I remembered really loving the movie and how quirky it was.
So that was kind of poignant — how vivid the memories were. And how different and solitary my life is now.
But when I went upstairs — really early because I was so tired — and got in bed to read some more of the John the Baptist book for James Tabor’s Private Research Group, I could only focus on the book for about 30 minutes.
So I got on Metrograph (on my phone) to see what movies I had saved.
And wow. There was THIS:
“Downtown 81”, starring the painter, Jean-Michel Basquiat. It takes place in NYC, mostly the Lower East Side, in 1980 & 81 (!!!).
Talk about memories of a life gone by. Jeez.
If you don’t know NYC from that specific era, the movie might not be that interesting to you. But I loved everything about it. The streets, the neighborhoods, the clubs, the music, the downtown art scene back then.
And Basquiat was so young. He was only 20 in that film. (And he died of a heroin overdose when he was only 27).
And what else did I love??? YES! At the end of the film, when he finds some money in the street, he goes to a corner newsstand and asks for a pack of cigarettes:
HE: “Chesterfield Kings, please.”
Yay!! (But just further proof that those old days are really gone gone gone.)
I’m so glad I watched that film. I moved to NYC in 1980, so those were my very early days in New York. I was writing tons of songs, finding out about the clubs where I could play once I felt I was ready to go out there with my guitar and be in it. All of that world was downtown. And I remember those bands that are in the film. And those clubs (though they weren’t the folk clubs I played in.) And I remember all that energy and that whole world.
Here’s the closing song from the movie. It totally captures the feel of those days:
And after the film was over, I felt really really grateful to myself for being so driven when I was young; for leaving Ohio with $500 (every cent I had in the world — I had saved it up by working in a General Electric factory), some clothes, some cassette tapes and my guitar, and going to Manhattan to be part of it finally and to chase my dreams. Even though my family basically stopped speaking to me for quite a while after I left — they’d been hellbent on my going to college, marrying a (rich) man, settling down, behaving, having a family… They absolutely did not understand me or my songwriting.
But I felt so glad last night that I hadn’t missed a moment of NYC in the 1980s.
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Okay.
So!
My favorite 95-year-old Japanese man’s daughter texted me last night and said that she is giving those chocolates I bought her to her late brother’s children (my client’s little grandchildren) for Easter.
That made me so happy!! He hasn’t seen his grandkids in many years. They probably barely remember him because they were so little when they moved away, but the thought that “he” got them chocolate for Easter will mean a lot to them. (Without going into anything too personal — those grandkids moved to Seattle 5 years ago, after their dad — my client’s youngest son– committed suicide.)
Even a small connection like giving kids chocolate at Easter — that will mean a lot to my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man, and it means a lot to me.
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Okay.
I don’t have too many “here’s this’s” for today.
But, here’s this!
And it’s pretty great! Keith smoking and gambling on the plane during the Stones’ 1972 tour!!
And here’s THIS!!!
Yes! Keith and Anita, apparently at a SMACK bar!!! (Keith was already an addict by then. Not that that’s funny, but I’m just sayin’……)
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And here’s this!
More beautiful days gone by. Nick Cave and Rowland S. Howard:
And here’s this, a few years later!
And in “present day” Nick Cave-land…
Flea (of Red Hot Chilli Peppers fame) has a new solo album out, Honora, and Nick Cave sings vocals on it, on an old Glen Campbell classic, “Wichita Lineman”:
And don’t forget!!
Only 2 months before Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds’ tour of Europe & the UK begins!!
Buy tickets HERE!!
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All righty!
That’s it for today. The Agency has already texted me, asking me if I wanted to pick up an extra shift for this afternoon, but — vacuuming awaits!!!
And hopefully some writing!!
If you honor Good Friday, I hope you have a meaningful one. Otherwise, just have a good Friday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Let’s close with this.
Another one by Paul Simon, but this time, without Art Garfunkel.
This song (and the movie it came from) came out right when I got to NYC. I remember being on a city bus one night, and this song was playing on the bus’s radio. And I quietly lamented that I didn’t have enough money to see the movie because movies in NYC were much more expensive than they’d been in Ohio. (Back home, you could still see a first-run film for one dollar. In NYC, it cost $5.00!!!)
Now the song really captures that moment in time for me. Although it’s a really joyous song.
Paul Simon, “Late in the Evening,” from One Trick Pony, 1980. Enjoy, gang.
“Late In The Evening” (from “One-Trick Pony” soundtrack)
The first thing I remember
I was lying in my bed
Couldn’t have been no more than one or two
And I remember there’s a radio
Comin’ from the room next door
And my mother laughed the way some ladies do
When it’s late in the evening
All the music seeping through
The next thing I remember
I am walking down the street
I’m feeling all right
I’m with my boys, I’m with my troops, yeah
And down along the avenue
Some guys were shootin’ pool
And I heard the sound of a cappella groups, yeah
Singing late in the evening
And all the girls out on the stoops, yeah
Then I learned to play some lead guitar
I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a “J”
And when I came back to the room
Everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play
And it was late in the evening
And I blew that room away
The first thing I remember
When you came into my life
I said I’m gonna get that girl no matter what I do
Well I guess I’d been in love before
And once or twice I been on the floor
But I never loved no one the way that I loved you
And it was late in the evening
And all the music seeping through
c- 1980 Paul Simon












































































