| 1:26 am |
Sundry thoughts
Am I an old fogey if I have no idea what Twitter is and even less desire to find out?
Do I care?
I haven't even posted on here in ages, but I am still around and working and living.
I recently let a TV show use some of my music, Cold Case. I really liked what they did with the songs, they fitted in well with the show. That Kathryn Morris is a pretty lady, too. Reminds me somewhat of Edie, but only in her looks.
It was still kind of a shock when they played Nico first, I didn't know the order the songs would be in. It's weird, I can listen to her and be fine, because I'm expecting it, maybe? But when I hear her - or anyone else who isn't with us any more, really, but she's always a different, more personal jolt - I have to physically stop and remember she isn't here any more. It's been more than twenty years and still I sometimes expect the phone to ring and for it to be her.
No I'm not mad. Well, not from that. It's just that she was so full of life, it's like she should still be here.
I thought I'd go long before she did, but it really is the luck of the draw who gets clean and who doesn't, isn't it? And who stays that way come to think of it.
Also I'm thinking about calling a woman. And I feel like I'm that kid who tried to make the call to Nico all those years ago. Her name's Laurie Anderson and she worked with me on an album. I kind of liked her... but nothing happened. I'm just... thinking. Wondering.
Maybe it's time I thought about not being alone. |