Did they even call it folk music back then? I can’t remember. Simon was born in 1898 and I was born in 1902. We were both winter or early Spring babies. I don’t know much more than that. So it stands to reason another reason I thought Simon was HIM is because he was 26… Continue reading Jane E. Musings #4: Music Again
Only in the 21st century could I listen to what was familiar in another dimension. How strange yet wonderful! How funny that The Ethers decided to take the “I know we’ll be together again, even if it takes a hundred years” thing literally! I think it’s cool and adds to the fun this time around.… Continue reading Jane E. Musings #3: Maybe The Music Will Help?
I have I landed where I landed before? No, not in the least. On the other side of the country, for one thing. With parents I could only dream of back then. Plus, date-wise, we’re pretty much picking up where we left off. But we’re not in other ways. For someone who spent so much… Continue reading Jane E. Musings #2: Twenty Four All Over Again
Just from the way we met I thought HE was Simon. It seemed close enough to be true. We always said we’d meet up in another life. HE showed up mere months after The One left. So many things seemed to fit. One door closes, another opens. Right? But when a Sheba is in mourning,… Continue reading Jane E. Musings #1: HE wasn’t Simon . . . THAT is Simon!
Sinuses, the one thing I regret inheriting from my dad, causes a migraine, the one thing I regret inheriting from my Mom. I inherit so many great things from them, though. Cobbled together OTC remedy thanks to the pricey standard airport shop. The ONE time I don’t bring my Imitrex, natch. I’m all tense and… Continue reading 712 to Midway
SB, I know you’ve been with me lately. I can feel you on more than just the wind. In my mind’s eye, I saw us dancing to Mancini the other day. Send a little love my way, indeed. I always loved the way you used to do your “Motown Dancing.” Odd little nods everywhere. Songs,… Continue reading In Threes, Indeed (another letter to Kevin)
So I just got home from KnobCon 12. Overall, it was a great experience. The banquet, however, kinda put me off diving back into the synth world. The banquet’s guest of honor (GOH) is someone I’ve known about since 1997. Only seen him in person once. Kevin had Major Issues with GOH For Valid Reasons.… Continue reading The Knobcon 12 Banquet
So I had the memorial for Kevin. It went way better than expected, in many ways. Recent songs in my head: I’m enjoying my Contemporary Dance class. Contemplating whether or not to sub ballet for Contemporary or add it to my dance pursuits. Hot Tea during the summer is pretty good. It helps that I’m… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.04
It’s a Bright Size Life kind of afternoon. My life would be so different if it lacked the music of Pat Metheny. Once again, I want to write because I should, but my brain draws a blank. I kind of hate that. I’m one of those people who has to finish writing sentences or else… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.03
I’m doing well but it still hurts. As always. Writing is hard. I hate putting words to my feelings because it means they’re real. I can’t pretend the loss of him didn’t scar me. But I’ve learned that processing that pain is tricky. Still it needs to be done. Which is why I try to… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.02–Finch Task 1