Wet Leaves On The Streets

Leonard Cohen just sprang to mind, and my friends sharing with me their experience of seeing him the other night. I have to see him next time. I've been in awe of him my whole life and have not seen him live. That he is still out touring as an artist is incredibly inspiring. To witness such a powerful artist whose career spans generations...and remains hungry and fulfilled to go out and do this...no words...

Wet leaves on the cobblestones below, conversations fading down the twisting, narrow streets. I feel happy tonight. I love this time of year. The new cds arrived last week, boxes and boxes of them. It reminded me of when we made the first 22 Brides album. All-nighters in the spec studio, friends who helped with artwork, & one day they were delivered to my Hell's Kitchen apartment en masse. As soon as the delivery person left I had to go lay down. Seeing the boxes made me feel such incredible anxiety. Scared that I wouldn't know what to do next. Things unfolded, but looking back that unease was so familar...maybe one just gets more comfortable with not knowing, because I didn't feel that way this time.