Sometimes I feel Ray Bradbury gentle writing in your words, talking about dreams, and landscapes, and people coming and going.
"Ghostyhead", and Sal, and what we must do, not only in North America, all over the world, with the grey clouds yesterday in the horizon, now above our weary heads.
Love, music, books, cats, and dogs remain.
Sometimes we need to build a loving and respectful neighborhood inside ourselves ("Sesame Street" style), and from that point of departure to connect that neighborhood with all the neighborhoods in the universe, the ones looking for the same dreams we dare to dream.
Thank you. That song, "Today," still gives me chills and takes me to a different place that's not only nostalgic. It's always present, but I forget to tune into it. I just listened to it again. It really changes everything every time I hear it.
And also, my music teacher brain, always trying to understand how people learn, is thinking: to choose to learn that beautiful, mysterious song as one of your first songs on guitar as a teenager is quite amazing (and "Comin' Back to Me," I think you mentioned in your book) -- definitely not what most kids find first on the guitar. Did the songs help make you the writer you are, or did the musician you are allow you to appreciate those songs? Or both?
Wishing you a very happy birthday! I'm going with your optimism -- I hope it's the beginning of a great new era.
I had my landmark birthday turning 70 on October 25th. I love the way you express your mind. It makes so much sense to me at this stage of my life. And I too believe in my people, mostly my women people, who will NOT let the beast out of the box, who WILL fight as long as there is fight left in their souls. I hope you will find the Sal Bernardi song and post it here. THAT would be a great landmark birthday present for all of us. Sending much love and light your way from Santa Barbara. It was when I lived in New Orleans that I discovered your incredible mind via your very first album. New Orleans and Rickie Lee Jones will be forever entwined in my mind and heart.
Nice variety of thoughts. I like the description of your clan. That’s my clan too.
I wanted to add something that is a new scientist, the journal, which is very interesting. It has to do with the moment that our brain starts to let us fall asleep, which apparently Thomas Edison knew about. The story about Edison is that he would put two steel balls in his hands, and when the balls dropped, he would wake back up and write down whatever he was thinking. Apparently it’s a very creative moment. I am a composer, and I’ve noticed at night sometimes just as I’m starting to fall asleep something will come through and I will stop falling asleep wake up and record it somehow. Wondering if you’ve done similar things I know you’re quite a creative person. If you’re not aware of the study, you might check it out and if you’d like me to, I can send you a reference to it. I think our minds are incredible organisms, capable of doing phenomenal things. I don’t think our mind is just in our head either. If you could allow me one more piece of information. Maybe you’re aware of the fact that when people receive transplanted hearts, they receive some of the personality of the person whose heart has been donated. That kind of supports my previous notion. If you don’t know about this, check it out it’s pretty intriguing.
Again, thank you for your interesting thoughts. I think I’ll just use a vacuum cleaner on the ceiling though ha ha.
I'll never forget the moment I bought GHOSTYHEAD up on Haight street at the San Francisco Ameoba Record Store. I always went in there to find you... and with fog billowing over me & into the mission district.. I was in AWE when IT started to echo through the apartment when I pressed play. As always, it felt like you were singing to me & my addiction... "wake up, ghostyhead... you're running out of time..." That song will forever be slipped underneath my skin.... xo
I just wanted to share a part of my fb feed. After your stop at the Birchmere.
Sometimes I feel Ray Bradbury gentle writing in your words, talking about dreams, and landscapes, and people coming and going.
"Ghostyhead", and Sal, and what we must do, not only in North America, all over the world, with the grey clouds yesterday in the horizon, now above our weary heads.
Love, music, books, cats, and dogs remain.
Sometimes we need to build a loving and respectful neighborhood inside ourselves ("Sesame Street" style), and from that point of departure to connect that neighborhood with all the neighborhoods in the universe, the ones looking for the same dreams we dare to dream.
Thank you. That song, "Today," still gives me chills and takes me to a different place that's not only nostalgic. It's always present, but I forget to tune into it. I just listened to it again. It really changes everything every time I hear it.
And also, my music teacher brain, always trying to understand how people learn, is thinking: to choose to learn that beautiful, mysterious song as one of your first songs on guitar as a teenager is quite amazing (and "Comin' Back to Me," I think you mentioned in your book) -- definitely not what most kids find first on the guitar. Did the songs help make you the writer you are, or did the musician you are allow you to appreciate those songs? Or both?
Wishing you a very happy birthday! I'm going with your optimism -- I hope it's the beginning of a great new era.
I had my landmark birthday turning 70 on October 25th. I love the way you express your mind. It makes so much sense to me at this stage of my life. And I too believe in my people, mostly my women people, who will NOT let the beast out of the box, who WILL fight as long as there is fight left in their souls. I hope you will find the Sal Bernardi song and post it here. THAT would be a great landmark birthday present for all of us. Sending much love and light your way from Santa Barbara. It was when I lived in New Orleans that I discovered your incredible mind via your very first album. New Orleans and Rickie Lee Jones will be forever entwined in my mind and heart.
love this poetic musing. love rickie lee's music. love rickie lee.
Nice variety of thoughts. I like the description of your clan. That’s my clan too.
I wanted to add something that is a new scientist, the journal, which is very interesting. It has to do with the moment that our brain starts to let us fall asleep, which apparently Thomas Edison knew about. The story about Edison is that he would put two steel balls in his hands, and when the balls dropped, he would wake back up and write down whatever he was thinking. Apparently it’s a very creative moment. I am a composer, and I’ve noticed at night sometimes just as I’m starting to fall asleep something will come through and I will stop falling asleep wake up and record it somehow. Wondering if you’ve done similar things I know you’re quite a creative person. If you’re not aware of the study, you might check it out and if you’d like me to, I can send you a reference to it. I think our minds are incredible organisms, capable of doing phenomenal things. I don’t think our mind is just in our head either. If you could allow me one more piece of information. Maybe you’re aware of the fact that when people receive transplanted hearts, they receive some of the personality of the person whose heart has been donated. That kind of supports my previous notion. If you don’t know about this, check it out it’s pretty intriguing.
Again, thank you for your interesting thoughts. I think I’ll just use a vacuum cleaner on the ceiling though ha ha.
Love that song ♥️
I'll never forget the moment I bought GHOSTYHEAD up on Haight street at the San Francisco Ameoba Record Store. I always went in there to find you... and with fog billowing over me & into the mission district.. I was in AWE when IT started to echo through the apartment when I pressed play. As always, it felt like you were singing to me & my addiction... "wake up, ghostyhead... you're running out of time..." That song will forever be slipped underneath my skin.... xo
Those guys that you referred to, I think that your Ghosty-song entitled “Howard” describes them quite well.
Ah RLJ I needed that. Gorgeous. And maybe I’ll go dust my ceiling now.