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and if remember be a task, then forget me.

I love Laurie Anderson.

Michelle Shocked has been rockin’ my house with her awesome 3 CD collection, ‘Threesome’.

‘How You Play the Game
Players play the game but they play it cool
Lovers play the game but they play the fool
Kids play the game in the alleys after school
Fat cats play the game but they make the rules
Ah yeah, it’s the gold that makes the rules
You’ve got to lose some day my friend
Sooner or later this game’s got to end
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
But one thing will never change
It’s how you play the game
Soldiers play the game but they call it war
Masochists play the game- they come back for more
Kids play the game ’cause that’s what the games are for
Losers play the game but they get sore
Ah yeah, losers get their bruises they get sore
You’ve got to learn some day my friend
That the means ain’t justified by the ends
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
But one thing will never change
It’s how you play the game.’

You got it, woman.

“Please Please Please”

Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they’re petty
They’ve been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I’m so tired of crying
You’d think I was a siren
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brain screaming

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It’s a mess but it’s working
And maybe if you tried it out
You won’t like it when you’re crying out

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they’re petty
They’ve been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I’m so tired of crying
You’d think I was a siren
But me and everybody’s on the sad same team and
You can hear our sad brain screaming

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady, steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It’s a mess but it’s working
And maybe if you want to try it out
You won’t like it when you’re crying out

Give me something familiar
Somethin’ similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere

Fiona Apple

This dancer was inspired by an evening’s jam session I attended earlier this week. I had the singular pleasure of being the only girl in a room full of boys with guitars, an aeoud, a cello, flute and mandolin.

I reclined blissfully, snuggling warm mens, on the ample cushionery in front of the fire. Tea, wine and sketchbook at hand whilst the music thrummed all through the room.

Mmmmmmm… Zanheaven.

Walking to work today through the drenching downpour, I noticed my friend Tessa at work in her underground bakery.

I knocked on the basement window and she tried to smile. I motioned that I had to go, but saw her moving to open the window, so I knelt down a moment.

“They stole my backpack!” She exclaimed.

She just went to the bathroom, for a few minutes and someone walked in and took it. Over a hundred in cash and her stuff, journals and all, gone in a moment.

Damn rotten thing to do.

I comforted her the best I could in the few moments I had and then continued on my way. My first massage was this big ol’ boy with gold chains and tattoos. Hoo boy, I thought

He kind of blew my mind when he started talking about chanting mantras in traffic and doing the fire breath. He said he used to be a red neck, ’til he came to get a massage a decade or so back.

We changed him, I guess. Or at least started the ball rolling. Now he’s seriously into buddhism. A little laughing buddha dangles from one of his chains and he’s all about Kali and Greeen Tara and tantra…

Who knew? I guess it just goes to show one should never pigeonhole someone according to their looks. There’s always room for change.

We had a wonderful time talking about art and buddhism and goddesses.

It was a great evening. Five massages and then off to see Erin Mckeown. She gave a short concert at the Rockin’ Girls event. It wasn’t a great venue for her. She’s such a blast and there we were all stuck in chairs! Yael sat it out, but Josh and I couldn’t handle it, we HAD to get up and dance! She said we could come on stage if we wanted, but we just shook it up, down and all around in front of the stage, absorbing her joyous vitality.

What a fuckin’ cutie! She totally looked like a pixie with her short red hair sticking straight up at all angles.

T’was good to dance.

It was a wild and stormy night at the Tarot Festival…

The Empress held court amongst all the other gorgeous altars we’d set up that morning.

Strength was the card chosen for my altar creation.

There were so many beautiful altars and amazing costumes, it was a whirl of ritual and feasting and dancing. The feast table was so sumptuous, with a gigantic cornucopeia full of pomagranites, smoked salmon, chocolates, gourmet black sesame tahini balls, lavish heaps of fruits, cheeses, olives… An endless pouring of libations.

My costume was cobbled together hastily, I bought those fuzzy, pretty tubular scarves that are soft as gossamer, and so stretchy that you can wear them like a dress, hastily sewed two grey ones onto a shiney purpley one, so that I had a fuzzy dress with extremely long and floopy sleeves. It was such a fun costume to wear on the (luckily ample) dance floor-I kept twirling out my sleeves so they’d woosh out twice my arm’s normal length and tossing them over my shoulders and into the air.

I took my awesome new(well, I guess I’m the one who’s new-they’ve been here a while) neighbors, Tessa, Hans and Christopher with me and we danced and laughed and ate and snuggled and ate and philosophised and ate and sat in contemplation and ate and raised our voices with intention and ate…

Around 4am, when the guests had dwindled, we stuffed our pockets with the still overflowing goodies, with much not-so-serreptitious giggling, and then decided to raid the co-op dumpster on the way home…

Holy basil! I had NO idea… We scored so much awesome, slightly bruised organic produce-ten bags of basil, bananas, lemons, apples, two cantalopes, ‘taters, various and sundry berries and herbs.

It was so riotously fun. We had to keep ourselves from shrieking, waking the whole sleeping ‘hood with our outlaw triumphyells.

I drove us all home-between the four of us, only my car works-and crashed out at their sweet, friendly little home for a lazy musical night-into-morning…

Now, I’m home, tired and so happy that there’s beautiful, dreadlocked, earthmama-loving freaky people just over my back fence.