Posts for for February, 2010

Photos from the Road


Hello everyone, we’re flying home now, after a day and a half in Vermont. We slept where Robert Frost sleeps, his dust, anyhow. Vermont is peaceful, quiet as the snow that preserves it. There’s a place for every stage of life, every personality, every endeavor. I always thought I’d be in one place for all my existence, and essentially maybe that’s the way it is. We adapt, but do we really change who we are? That’s how a mother knows her child from the moment of birth, and what she does with the knowledge says allot about her, because the child will be who the child was born to be, who the child is.

I loved this pre-new song cycle stint, it was a great adventure and a tremendous lift, musically. I had such a good time meeting some of you and I am grateful to those who showed up, even in spirit. I will be touring allot soon, with the new stuff, so keep your ears peeled and coats buttoned up to be ready for a sloshy, splashy, rebirth this Spring.

Sophie B.

Wiz Wit

Tonight I did something I never thought I’d do, in fact, I think I said I would never do it. I ordered a Pepper Mushroom wiz wit from Pat’s on Passyunk. And I ate it all. They even pushed a costumer aside to hand Berry some chopped steak, who ate it on the bar outside with the rest of us.

A fine end to a fabulous evening with my Philly friends, I also walked around before the show and discovered Olde City Coffee. Now I’m set to come back in the spring. Jimmy Paxson is playing drums with me on this tour, and Ed Roth is playing keyboards. What a musical reunion, so alive and creative, and playing with Stevie Nicks seems to have let Jimmy tap into a whole nother level which he’s bringing to these shows.

I feel we’re going new places every moment, I’m excited on stage, and comfortable ‘cause that’s where we should be, securely on the edge. The road is lovely, dark and deep, but we have miles to go before we sleep.

See you in Maine, Sophie

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Hello everyone, how art thou?

Hello everyone, how art thou? We are on the smooth road from Connecticut to Philly, no ice just the wind on our backs. We had a great show at the Mohegan resort, I felt the presence of the Native
Americans, I got messages looking up at the clouds, me and Berry casting shadows between the birch and pine trees. One was how we pay for our meager comforts with an abundance of stress and anxiety. I felt animal skins wrapped round my shoulders, me and berry tracking a warm blooded animal to cook with our tribe, teepees to go in and out of, fires, good smokes and dream rich sleeps.

I read in National Geographic about the Hazda (or Hadza-dont have the article with me) an ancient tribe still around in Tanzania. The long and the short of it is, they work 4 hours a day, have a loose social order, almost no sickness and disease, excellent health, incredibly well developed seeing, hearing and intuitive faculties, no stress, no war, (well channeled aggression) and they leave no footprint. Back to the Native Americans, if they had so much art, such a developed spirituality, so much skill and respect for one another within the tribe, elders who mattered, and taught the first Europeans and British so much about farming and tracking and survival, well then I could survive if our society was obliterated. In fact, the people who could re-adapt would survive better, with a higher consciousness, less stress and more creativity.

I imagined beading by the fire and getting sleepy, having a tribe to help raise Dashiell instead of paying my life savings for these Nannies (who I am very grateful for and adore) and hunting and fishing instead of paying bills for not so good services. The thought made me warm inside.

More later, Sophie B