Over time as I hear my own habits, if I’m going left then I want to go right. I want to not recognize myself by the end of it and still like the song. Last year in-between chasing cars when I’m off leash, wrote a song about Jian Ghomeshi but the arrangement wasn’t satisfying. It’ll get posted eventually. Actually it is about other characters too. Recently Marie took the case of woman challenging Harvey Weinstein. Wonder if on some level she considers that a way to reframe herself? I wonder if taking a high profile case of a victim proves something different than taking the high profile case of an abuser? Hope it doesn’t mean lawyers just do anything for money.
Favourite expression I taught to a child “close but no cigar”. She knows it means almost not quite – but cigar remains a mystery word, perhaps one day she’ll understand and it will make even less sense. The dream last night, Van Morison and his love, 30 years ago acting in a musical and Kevin Spacey guest appearing as intoxicated extra. I don’t invest too much into the interpretation department but love how many aspects of dreams I can’t trace and just finishing a book called Trace by Lauret Savoy. Nature book / memoir. Stings when you read her account about old maps and racist names for many places. She’s African American and traces the terrain and offensive conditions her mother occupied as a younger nurse in Arizona. What is reflected about landscape and why, who decides what to call something, who is erased. Also conjures up Bach teachers, different insistences abut the rules though Monsieur Bach is dead and can’t confirm or negate their authority as if they wrote it. Who to insert their tape loops into a young mind. Who allowed Glen Gould to find his own way to intersect it differently? Give them a cigar.