Rainy days...



Shirley Horn died last week. I heard it on NPR while going to the dogpark. I couldn't get out of the car until the finished the piece and then they had to play a song of hers. I rarely feel bad when famous people die. Why should I? I can rent their movies, listen to their CDs, read their books, etc. The great thing about art is that it will always be there. No one, not even art bashing, funding slashing Republicans can kill it. It lives in even the most deprived areas. But Ms. Horn was different. I used to believe that if I could write poetry like she sang, I would be a very happy person. (Just as a side, I also felt a loss when literary great James Welch died.) Good thing I don't write poetry anymore. (Still working on that novel.)

Another sad note: Magnus just handed me his toy airplane. I stepped on it and now the wing is broken. He always hands me broken things and usually I can fix them. This time I couldn't, and it was the first time he noticed. He looked at me with those big eyes and he frowned a little, then he moved on to the next toy.

By the way, winter is the best season to listen to Shirley Horn.

Posted: Fri - October 28, 2005 at 06:52 PM        

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