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Annie Lenox Redux

December 27, 2010

Annie Lenox Redux
I don’t usually give pop music persons mega-kudos. At least in public. Or find inspiration in a musical homage to religious celebrations of any ilk. However occasionally I do go out of my way to give credit where supreme mega- kudos are due. Besides, we all grew up on many of the same songs now drummed into us with and over the years.

So you must see Annie Lenox perform her holiday album. Thank God (did I say that) to her performance on Ellen DeGeneres’ “Holidays from Washington,” “Good Morning America,” and the other obligatory rounds made.

This is promotion worth taking in. And actually it is more of a riveting feast of celebration. In contrast to her signature head of hair, she wears black well. It is not a sorrowful color. On her, it triangulates form and shadow, highlights her daring, emphasizes her soul, empathizes with the South African Boys Chorus who accompany her, and embodies that which she is now about.

She looks great, powerful, as if embracing the world with her arms, inviting it (and us) along for the jubilation! Such moves, daring, strength, and hope for the world. Her eyes are penetrating — as if she is looking at you through the virtual screen that theoretically separates us. Or does it?

You feel the overwhelming weight she holds in her arms. It may be invisible to many; it was visible to me. She has always been an incredible vocalist, wonderful performer, and dynamic personality.

Clearly, now, she has come into her own. Having found the old soul voice inside her that was always teasing, simmering, resident in her bones, she radiates beauty. As few have done before. She owns her space. Much more than just a stage. She makes you want to give her some of yours. She helps you realize that we are all one.

Repeat after me: “This is potentially revolutionary global village building.”

Powerful, powerful, powerful.


Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Holidays!

December 22, 2010

Holiday Greeting to you’ns. Consider yourself “carded.” Not over 21; send this back. You’re too young to read it. Saving trese this year by not sending snail mail. So….
Despite all our collective “grumpies” during the years, we have peace in the world (okay, well somewhere, for brief periods of time, sometimes albeit on-again, off-again), peace in the office (perhaps, if you’re lucky enough to have a job, and you don’t have a son-of-a-bitch for an immediate supervisor), access to good coffee, fresh foods available at the local farmers market (oh, alright, Whole Foods or Ralphs), a darling dog or dogs who greet you unconditionally with their love each time you come into their space (which happens to be your home), a sweet loved one who may or may not greet you unconditionally when you come in the door (who may be geographically apart but not by heart, in their/your version of Heaven (or the other place), or merely separated by miles but not by love). You have an abundance of riches: a mother, father, step-mothers/fathers, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, step-brothers, step-sisters, sons, daughters, significant others, long former lovers, high school friends, college roomies, business friends ans associates, long deceased high school teachers and every variation of whom is yours and yours alone (no matter what… make of it what you will. Hopefully YOU can turn lemons into lemonade and yellow threads into gold).

Every bit of them has contributed to who you and we are (the good, the bad, the upside-down). Individually and collectively. We have roofs over our many heads to keep us dry (or is it “rooves”), food on the table (we do not go hungry — unless we do not know how to taste the round fullness, colors, and aromas in our mouths and rolled lightly over the tongue before chewing. However a piece of dark chocolate will do too). We have reruns of Elliot and Olivia in “Law & Order SVU” to watch all year long, fond memories of Tim Russert and Elizabeth Edwards to keep us strong, recent memories of Bernadette Peters, Elaine Stritch, Vanessa Redgrave, and James Earl Jones to keep us longing for more and better theater with words and not sound effects and explosive spectacularia, and hope for an ever evolving world to come. :- ) Hopefully this will be a year of magical thinking.
Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year!”
From Usn’s

Death Be Not Proud Today

December 7, 2010

To Elizabeth Edwards: “There are names of famous and not-so famous women who come to mind. Over the years, each faced death with determination, a certainty that Death will win, but not at a self-defined cost of personal dignit…y. “Death be not proud today. You did not will out.” You have taken an angel who walked among us. Whose brave… face before us fills every sinew, crease, muscle with the kind of tensile strength that says no. Not on your terms. On mine. I say when. I control my life up tot he end. Not you. I say when. I say how. Not you. So know that it is I who made the ultimate choice. Now it is I who have begun the process of unterthering my soul from my body. My body from the earth. I will become so many molecules and leptons, quarks and neutrinos, that you will no long no me by my name. However I will know you. Those I had to leave behind. To you I pass the staff. Take up the causes. There are so many. Cancer. Men who run when they hear their wives have been diagnosed with cancer. Nurturing children left behind. Death be not proud today. You have stolen one of us, the brave unstoppable, unflappable, ever-onward, ever-spinning Knowing ones, but you have lost because she leaves behind all of her self, her proton, quark stardust self. It will cover her sisters and we will make cloaks from it. We will wrap ourselves in them. We will be ever more shielded from the cowards, the runners, adulters, the ones who said they would love us, who said they had our backs, who we trusted with out bodies, hearts, souls…our lips, our pride, and dignity itself. We will move on. Like Elizabeth Glaser. Barbara Jordan. Gov. Ann Richards. Anne Frank. Sylvia Plath. Virginia Woolfe. Mary Spottiswood Pou. You do not need to know these specific names. Just know that we all exist or have, and will again. And we will be mighty. And we will be formidable. Thank you, Elizabeth Edwards for everything you have given us.
Your always fellow stardust on the road to ultimate joy and understanding. Thank you, Elizabeth, for making the hard choices so others did not have to make them for you. Thank you, Elizabeth. From all of us in “Net world” who loved you. In peace, my friend. Sleep well. Thank you.” We have a chair for you to join us.