It’s so good to be home again!
I missed the hills.
I know!
I’m ridiculous.
I was only in Salt Lake City for a day. Actually, I was there from 4PM Saturday afternoon until 2AM Sunday morning. Which reminds me, something needs to be addressed:
She sang to me. I was there in a crowd of people. No one knew me except for her. When she sang there’s beauty in the breakdown I knew just what she meant and I couldn’t help but cry a little bit and I didn’t find her weird at all. In point of fact, it was refreshing to see someone behaving normally. I had my camera with me and every now and again, when the large tree on stage was lit neon violet and her glass baby grand was booming with sound and the bass was thumping me in the chest, I thought to myself:
Self, you should take a photo of that.
It’s amazing.
But then I realized I didn’t want to share the experience. I wanted to bottle up ever moment of it JUST for me. I’m sorry I’m such a hog! No I’m not. Ok. I’m sorry just a smidge.
One thing I like best about Imogen, I think….is that she constructs songs….the way I construct jewelry. We have our dissimilarities, she and I, of course, but there’s something about the way random things weave in and out of her music that reminds me of some of the things I have built. I’m not saying this because I feel a need to be connected with her. I’m not obsessed. I just understand some of the structure of her songs in a solid way that could easily be translated for me — into jewelry or small sculpture. I’m not even sure what I mean by this except while she was playing her music, I felt something stir and then there was an easy understanding that fell down to me.
Which is why it’s only fair that someday I WILL share something I have made with her the way she has shared what she makes with me.
If she comes to your town, you need to go.
You really do.
And a short but important list of thanks:
Thank you RWK for loving me. I miss you dreadfully. Sometimes I dream of getting tangled up in a parachute with you and I wake up with a dog in my arms. It’s ok, but I’m not so keen on all the kibble breath and snoring. You are the delight of my heart. I always believe in you.
Thank you KJK for encouraging me and for praying those bright lights into existence on the corners of everything I touch, and here, steady on my fingertips.
Thank you HMO for being eversteady.
Thank you luminous old big world for being so full and so real.
Thank you Muse for picking me back up! I know there are a lot of us to juggle in your dexterous fingertips, I know, so thanks for noticing that I’ve hit the ground and for swooping down and lifting me up and into rotation again.
To everyone who has taken the time to write to me, email me, or send me something in the post these past couple of weeks — you make emailing and checking my snailmailbox a complete joy.
And thanks YOU.
You mean the stars to me.
xx
PLUME
