I’m up very early, spending my morning trying to be a superhero and get all of the last things done here in Tucson (and sufficiently kissing Miss Fish) so I can be in the arms of my own beloved tonight. I miss him terribly, and want a few days with him and the lads before I fly away for a month.
I was grateful that the world had a bit of space available to explode in love for Lou Reed yesterday. It would have been a shame if the moment had been lost in stupid-news. And to see that wave, to feel everyone tendrilling out to her, it has to help ease Laurie Anderson’s aching heart.
I hope so, anyway. I myself feel terrible about this; I can only imagine how she is hurting right now.
Just a perfect day
You make me forget myself
I thought I was someone else