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|02/14/16||San Francisco, CA||The Chapel|
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There are people who bring up the question of who are we and why do we matter. When I heard David Bowie for the first time, the sun was pouring onto the living room floor like batter, and you were sitting next to the victrola, looking at an album cover, “Changes One”. I was nine. I was drawn into the room by his voice. The purity of that moment is astounding to me now. I was over whelmed with curiosity and also aversion because his music was a little strange. And then when I saw his picture I died of love.
I didn’t like your taste in music that much, you liked rock n roll girl singers and I only liked boys, but there you were, cross legged, listening to the album you bought, and there was I, discovering a connection to the world I wanted to be from.
I listened to David Bowie in headphones and looked at his picture every day and night for the next five years. I imagined I was there, and I learned all the parts that made up the whole without being a musician. On summer vacation I sat in one chair all day every day listening to David Live and picturing the shows.
I was able to hear through him. When I started playing African drums at fourteen I already had a vision of myself as an artist, I had to learn the physical way to get my music out, but I had developed a true sense on my own world.
I loved David Bowie because he helped me. He helped me connect and have confidence in my own existence.
When I was coat checking at Orso in New York, the same job where Marc Cohn ‘discovered me’ and left my demos to be found by a producer at a jingle house, David Bowie came in for dinner. He leaned into my window as if it were a mirror and said, “How does my lipstick look?”
Years later I met him and his enchanting wife, Iman, with my friend Rosie. We had dinner and another time went to a show. I laughed so much at the dinner, I was like a nine year old, and I hugged him the next time we met at the show. I realized, though he was kind about it, that he didn’t know me the way I felt comfortable with him. I hugged him because I wanted to thank him. I felt I may have stepped over a boundary, and I was embarrassed at the time, but now I’m glad I did it.
The following Winter I was living in London working on my second album, “Whaler”, and Rosie called to say David and Iman invited us to join them in Belize for Christmas. I was too shy. I wanted to go, but I was too damn insecure.
It is sad to me now that the artist who most affected me, the person I day dreamed of meeting and being friends with for almost my whole childhood, offered me the chance to just be myself around him, and I was too scared to accept it.
I wonder who will transform my children’s lives? I wonder if I’ll get to witness that moment, I wonder if I’ll recognize the connection. I hope my son and daughter will call me someday and say something like, “You’ll never guess who I met today!!!!!! And I’m going to their house for Christmas!!!!!!” And I will remember the graciousness Of Iman and David Bowie and feel so happy that my children have the confidence to fully live their dreams.
That’s how I imagine David Bowie. As a boy determined to turn his mind inside out on a quest for his own truth, his own reality, his own creativity.
Sophie welcomed a baby girl named Esther Ballantine Hawkins on Tuesday, July 7, she confirms exclusively to Us Weekly. It is the second child for Hawkins, 50, who gave birth to son Dashiell in 2008.
Read more at US Magazine and view the first photo of the happy family.
By: Sophie B. Hawkins
This evening, Dashiell and I walked onto the beach with dry branches and matches, kindle from the 7/11, a blanket and some water. The sky was as bright as laughing children, the sand warm, and the ocean waves as relaxed as horses turned out in the field, swishing their tails, snorting, and hanging their heads in the long grass.
We found a hidden spot near the dunes and dug a deep, round hole for our bon fire; our friend met us with hot cocoa and other ingredients. No one bothered us, as I thought they might, telling us not to build a fire, breaking our momentum with rules. We roasted marshmallows and Dashiell made perfect smores, we talked and watched the moon appear and hide behind its gauzy curtain, and then when evening turned to night, we watched her step out with indomitable radiance and clarity.
This is the unfettered moment, the true magic of being alive, Dashiell and I and Bubble Gum are sailing as a tight ship on the spirit of the times. Dashiell runs into the night ocean, dances on the rocks with incredible balance and courage, and I no longer caution him. Or I should say rarely, and then it’s about other people’s lack of common sense. Dashiell is playing with his independence, and in a more experienced way, so am I.
Still pregnant with the moon inside me, bigger and rounder every day, my daughter hasn’t yet illuminated me with her indomitable radiance. Meanwhile, the world she’s coming into is more and more wonderful, less and less limited, lighter and more luminous from dumping heavy judgments into the past. My seventy nine year old mother said, “I’m so happy about the Supreme court ruling!” She looked like a gleeful Barnard student, her young self, waving the New York Times with triumphant expectation.
For me, marriage is more about creating a family than shimmering romance. I am at a cycle in my life of returning to my family of origin, appreciating the fullness and richness of where I come from, and creating a solid family of my own with my children and friends. I have married myself. I am exactly who I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Thinking about it now at 5:48 in the morning, listening to distant thunder and admiring the green grey bay at my feet, Dashiell has been the wiser. He has taught me by example to look for myself in me, to stop seeking permission to accept what I’ve already accomplished. In supporting and protecting his mind, body and spirit, I’ve also changed the flora and fauna of my subconscious. I readily embrace my right to feel happy and free. It’s what our ancestors fought and died for- Independence. Even if some of our ancestors were on the wrong side of history, in their own way, every human marches toward individual freedom, becoming one with their own spirit.
As another great love and challenge comes out of the sea of dreams and into my life, our lives, my roots grow stronger under pressure, and deeper still. I have moments now when I am afraid of the unknown, the physical unfathomability of pushing a human out of my body, meeting her for the first time, and it feels like it’s not really going to happen-but the dr. won’t let her stay in a day past July 7. Dashiell waited until the last minute, too, but he wouldn’t let himself be induced, it had to be on his time. It’s a Hawkins thing. I’ll let you know when she’s born, and I’ll post a picture.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!!