Posts for for June, 2006

Hello friendlets,
I want to tell you about something that’s been roiling in my heart for a while, and when I watched the Angelina Jolie special, the feelings steamed out into action. The women who really got me on that special were the victims of rape and mutilation in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, their pain seized me, I wanted to go there immediately and hug them and help them and stay with them until they are strong enough to live on and change their worlds. Although it’s not that easy, the soldiers there are among those committing this violence. Without getting into that debacle, and staying focused on the women, I went to the UN website and investigated, then I called someone from there because I couldn’t get my donation to the women of the Congo, it kept saying, “thank you for donating to East Timor”, which I’m happy to do, but I was really emotionally tied to these women in the Congo.

Then something beautiful happened, I opened my mail and there was a letter from WOMEN FOR WOMEN INTERNATIONAL, I’ve heard of them before and actually brought them up in meetings (as a possible charity) for this huge project Gigi and I are trying to get off the ground. (I can’t wait to tell you about that one, but it’s hush hush until we get the funding.. we may have got it, though oh, Hush!) Anyhoo, this generic letter comes, and it is exactly what I’ve been looking for. Please take a moment to peruse the website,

Notes From The Road: Orlando and Jacksonville


We are in a driving rain storm, thunder, lightning, every time it rains I feel like a child. Private, unknown, a part of the grey solitude. New York in the rain is more like stone than anywhere else, an island adrift in the universe, veils of black, white and purple opening and closing onto the swishing street. Red lights, green lights, amber yellow, keeping the pulse, calmly signaling the way in the darkening afternoon. The hush that comes with rain in the city, maybe everything will stop, because inside of everyone there is a significant pause.

But we’re on the road to Orlando, lightning zapped the green marsh and there were flames for a moment. Rock is trying to zigzag around cars so we can catch a glimpse of ‘cat woman’ and her ‘kitty’. Gigi wants me to email our assistant rather than write road notes, and speaking of letters, I wanted to thank Chris in Chicago for his. Beautifully written. And, as the drops fire onto the window shield all over again in rapturous omnipotence, I want to also thank David @ the Modesto gig for your words.

Later, S.


I am revived!!!!! We just peeled out of Waffle House on our way to Jacksonville, Rock’s regggae mix is scuffling through our ear holes, and the sexy rain mist is just ahead. Last night was really a blast, House Of Blues brimming over with gaiety, there were even butches in the men’s room flawlessly aiming at the urinals (so I heard).

It was so mixed though, that it was difficult to make the right song choices. I’ve decided that I want, instead of people coming up to me and saying why don’t I play such and such, that you should make me a set list. Yes, write the set list you want us to play and Janice will tell you how to post it, I’m not promising to play your exact set, unless it feels groovy, but I will incorporate your suggestions for sure. I realized that I don’t know which songs are your favorites, except the obvious, so I’d love to know.

I got your responses about which democratic candidate showed up to help the Katrina victims, and yes, Bill Clinton, but he’s not running for office now. My point is, there isn’t one person connected to us Americans willing to give meaning to our struggles with our government, with our lives as Americans. Everyone is just blabbing, playing one reactive issue off another in this superficial popularity contest. We should all demand more, as one, I bet it wouldn’t be so hard to find out the issues that are important to every single American, regardless of prejudice and circumstance. Global warming could be on it, getting off fossil fuels could be another, education, child care for working parents, healthcare for everyone, teachers getting paid more, tax cuts for individuals who serve the country instead of for corporations that drain it. Its easy when we deal in common sense. Does anyone know of the Ozzy Helen Condicott or Coldicott or something? She’s beyond brilliant and relatable, I need to put a link up so you can hear this broad speak.

Oh, I love this earth so, and I even love humanity, I can’t help it, I want to help all components work together with respect and dignity. Did anyone go to Ashes and Snow? I wept, I went home and donated twenty boxes of shit I don’t really need anymore, so permeated was I by the heavenly beauty of humans quietly, graciously living in the balance with Animals, Mammals, Birds and the Earth as the true stewards, the real sages and oracles. I may go so far as to say that the humans were not dominant, were as children, even the old humans, appeared to exist with utter deference toward all other species. Innocence, even reenforced by experience. There is a poetry and poignancy in the innocence of transgressing into experience, songs of innocence and experience, but there is another poetry of wrestling with experience to rise up innocent, not naive, not blind, but accepting all and choosing freedom of the heart.

Almost at Jax, gotta put you away. S

Every Hot Summer Body!

We are in Fla touring, actually, first show is tonight at the Bamboo Room…sold out, yay! Tommorrow night we go to the HOB in Orlando  and onward to The Fuel Coffeehouse in Jacksonville on June 3rd. I went swimming for the first time this summer in Palm Beach Ocean, I drug my thighs through the entangling seaweed and dove in, irregardless of what was in there. I asked a sunning beach chair lady as I approached the sea, “are there sharks in there?” She looked at me askance.

Anyhoo, I’m reading Mrs Dalloway on the planes again, why is it so much more powerfull each time I read a V. Wolfe book? Great summer reading because it’s sensual and eternal, states of mind perfect for lying prostrate on the tender sand. Even if it’s for ten minutes before load in.

Does anyone recall if there was a democratic candidate at the site of New Orleans after Katrina hit, when all of us regular Americans were doing everything we could for our affected fellow beings?

Some people flew thier planes, some took thier boats, some went on foot to help the animals, even I saved as many dogs as I could…but was there a democratic candidate actually there, helping people? I probably missed it, but we were arguing in the car last night, about who could actually step up and stand for something, and this question arose. Dazza said something interesting, that immigration was the new “gay marriage” card, a sort of divide and conquer strategy. What think you?

Enough of that, I’m playing, here there and everywhere, I saw one of the most beautiful towns in America last week, Cedarburg Wisconsin, lord have mercy do I want to go back. (someday).

Does anyone else ever have that sense when you get to a place, “this is where I’d like to raise children” or, “this is where I’d like to paint in obscurity”, or, “this is where I’m going to write a novel”, or, “this is where I’m going to study the sky”?

I met an Ozzy couple in the airport, they were from Sydney and so excited to be visiting mythic New York, and wanted me to tell them everywhere to go. I named every possible place in Central Park and then I threw in Mulberry street…and then if you want Chinese vegetarian food walk accross Canal to Mott street. I felt I couldn’t tell them anything about New York, I pounded my chest with my fist, “New York is my heart” I said. She nodded empathetically. What is this connection between Sydney and New York. Maybe the Dutch cast a spell, set the whole thing in motion. So, I’ll see you in some town soon.