Leann Rimes - Amazing Grace

One of the most beautiful songs ever written. DO you know the history of the song? If not, here it is:

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound...” So begins one of the most beloved hymns of all times, a staple in the hymnals of many denominations, New Britain or “45 on the top” in Sacred Harp. The author of the words was John Newton, the self-proclaimed wretch who once was lost but then was found, saved by amazing grace. Although he had had some early religious instruction from his mother, who had died when he was a child, he had long since given up any religious convictions. However, on a homeward voyage, while he was attempting to steer the ship through a violent storm, he experienced what he was to refer to later as his “great deliverance.” He recorded in his journal that when all seemed lost and the ship would surely sink, he exclaimed, “Lord, have mercy upon us.” Later in his cabin he reflected on what he had said and began to believe that God had addressed him through the storm and that grace had begun to work for him.

For the rest of his life he observed the anniversary of May 10, 1748 as the day of his conversion, a day of humiliation in which he subjected his will to a higher power. “Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; ’tis grace has bro’t me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home."

My Showroom Manager, Gregg Just Blew My Mind

So, sweet Gregg and I are sitting in the showrrom this morning, still waking up, and we were talking about the Spring collection as it hung on the racks. And I made a reference, as I usually do, to the looks of the edgier stuff as very rock-n-roll, but more Patty Smith than Deborah Harry. Trying to explain that it needed maybe less masculinity and more femininity. Maybe a ruffle here, or a slit up the leg there. And then....he blows my mind.
He is in his late 40's and grew up in NY, and he says-"So Trenny, you like Patti Smith?" I, of course, say yes and he goes on to tell me that he was good friends with the writer Joan Didion's daughter 'Quintana', and that when he went to her funeral (Joan Didion's husband and daughter both tragically died in the same year), Patti Smith sang the eulogy, which was a lullaby. I ask for details, being the story telling lover that I am.
As awful of a moment in time as that was, it was so interesting to hear the live tale of him describing details of words and emotions that he expereinced having been present with such influential women during such a tragic time. He said it was the month of October and especially cold in the church, and as he and his partner huddled together for warmth in the pew of the cold church, the whole place just sobbed and sobbed as Patti sang.
New York is just odd in that you never know what story someone has, or who has come along their path. His description of the song and the way Patti performed it, made me well up with tears.
Album #9 for your Library----'Horses'-Patti Smith

New York Yankees Playoffs-10/25/09

I am not into baseball at all. Which is why I forgot that every Yankee fan in the world would be converging on the subway downtown last nite. Yesterday, early evening, I took the train from Farmingdale to Penn Station, and then had to jump on the Bronx bound subway to head to Chelsea. Chelsea is where my girlfriend Melissa lives, and I am watching her dog for 2 days while she is on business in Chicago. As I descended the stairs from Penn to the C Subway downtown - I think it was around 5:15pm- I was basically pummeled and mauled by ferocious people making their way to the train like animals. I took a moment to look around, and when I saw about 15,ooo Yankee's jerseys, I remembered it was the last night of the playoffs in the Bronx, and that I was on the main subway, at prime time, headed also, to the Bronx.

Man. You've never seen a more rabid sports crowd than a group of half buzzed NY Yankees fans. It is certifiable craziness. Rabib sports fans need to calm the hell down. For God's sake.

But, I will say this. I have quite a crush on the coach of the NY Yankees,Joe Giradi. He's terribly handsome

Prince- Purple Rain

Was just catching up with emails with this as background music, and it inspired me to write about it.
Definitive, brilliant. How can one pick a favorite from this soundtrack? The ..."maybe I'm just like my father.....maybe your just like my mother" sentiment from 'When Doves Cry' was beyond the scope of what most songs were saying. Just forget about being 15 and watching the opening scene from this video, with Prince crawling out of a steamy bathtub, clothed with only a purple scarf wrapped around his neck. So, maybe that's the one. But then there's 'Darling Nikki' about a sexy girl masturbating in a hotel lobby and an unrequited one night stand. The grinding guitar riff suits the message well. Maybe that one? But what about the sad "Do you want him or do you want me"....from 'The Beautiful Ones'....and one of my close favorites (if I had to pick) 'Baby I'm A Star'.
I could go on. There is something truly special about each song from this soundtrack. And I gaurantee you, everyone from my generation could preach, word for word, the 'Let's Go Crazy' opening sermon ..."Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life.....". Forever, that's a mighty long time. I once heard a homeless guy in Times Square preaching that at high volume and stood there trying not to laugh, in utter disbelief that noone was getting that it was Prince.
Though I recommend bands and albums to you all the time, I've always told you that someday I would finalize my top 100 definitive albums to have in your collection. So far, I've given you Seven:
1. Roxy Music-Avalon
2. Fleetwood Mac-Rumours
3. Led Zeppelin 1998 four disc box set (After all, how can you have just ONE Zeppelin record)
4. Neil Young-Harvest Moon
5. Joni Mitchell- Court and Spark (or Blue, if that suits you more)
7. Radiohead- Ok Computer or The Bends (with one you miss 'Fake Plastic Trees'. With the other you miss 'Karma Police'. Gotta have both---sorry)
Now, you have Eight
8. Purple Rain- Prince

~ And this our life exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything~

William Shakespeare.

Jenny My Friend- Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday my girl Jenny.
This was her Birthday Quote ..and all the more why we long ago befriended one another.

Jennifer Lee Laks

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candle...s exploding like spiders across the stars.” — Jack Kerouac

...because really, that is the best way to live..to know you are alive.
I love you Jen

Garrison Keillor- Hallow's Eve

The Old Scout
A FINE day to be somebody else
October 25, 2005

People stood out on my front porch the other night talking about politics and inhaling the sweetness of fall, intimations of nobility in the air and also decaying vegetable matter. What we felt was the elation of a warm night in late October in the northern latitudes, when you can stand outdoors in your shirtsleeves after twilight. In these circumstances, even newspaper columnists feel the urge toward poetry: Across the street, the maple now is flaming yellow on the bough.It stands beside an evergreen,All dressed up for Halloween.Now of my three-score years and ten,Sixty-three won't come again.Subtract from seventy sixty-three—It scares the daylights out of me.And since to look at maple trees,I'd like more time (Lord, if you please),I'll briskly walk in admirationAnd stimulate the circulation. The smell of fall takes me back to fourth grade, the girls in their pinafores and the boys in plaid shirts, our hair wetted down and combed, watching Mrs. Moehlenbrock write the math problems on the board, thinking about What To Be for Halloween. Girls could, if their mothers had the time to sew, dress up as royalty, or as fairies, but for a boy, princehood was not an option in those days, nor was pixilation. You could smudge your face and be a hobo, or put on a red nose and fright wig, or you could be ghoulish and loathsome. Last year I succeeded in that, without meaning to. I put on a tuxedo and painted my face blue and handed out candy bars to a couple hundred kids and their parents before a kind neighbor informed me that the blue paint, in dim light, looked rather black, and then I remembered the pained looks on the faces of African-American parents who came to my door. I guess they figured Mr. Keillor, for reasons of his own, had decided to dress up as Al Jolson and might whip out a banjo and serenade them with a few plantation songs. No wonder they were so quiet as I doled out the candy into the children's sacks; they were wondering what this old booger might have put in the Butterfingers. "To be great is to be misunderstood," said Emerson, which does not mean that misunderstanding confers greatness. It does not mean that at all. Everybody is misunderstood most of the time. Back in my bohemian days, I liked to put on a flowery shirt and fringed vest, as if I were a true individualist, and now I wear a suit and white shirt and tie and try to impersonate a businessman. Either way, strangers take one look at you and with great confidence come to conclusions about you that are dead wrong. This happens to us all every day. And so we should celebrate Halloween. It's as close to a carnival as we Northerners have, and it's a chance to slip out of the stereotypes assigned to us and find truth and beauty in caricature. If you are pegged as a Midwestern mom, Monday is your chance to be Decadent Heiress, Transcendental Heartthrob, Taxi Dancer, Aviatrix, Lady Macbeth or the Goddess Athena, and break free of your family's low expectations - a chance to be something passionate. We made our choices in life, based on lousy information, and got stuck being who we are. You: attractive, impetuous, with bedroom eyes and a savage wit. Me: rumpled, preoccupied, shambling, dropping things. And do we regret this? No, not really. A person only needs to be truly understood by two or three people. Everyone else is audience. Passion is in your head. Two people can be married for a dog's age and despite all the years of matrimony, they still look at each other and get excited. That is true love. That is a real marriage. Nobody else understands this. Nobody else needs to. So, on the Eve of All Hallows, let us paint our faces and put feathers in our hair and venture off along the curve of the earth and be somebody else. I will go as a Special Prosecutor in a shiny suit, carrying a black briefcase, who after 7 p.m., turns into Raffaello, King of the Tango, with pointy shoes, trailing a cloud of lilac cologne. I will be a figure of stark terror and also a font of erotic energy, a scourge of miscreants and a friend of adventurous women. And when the candy is gone, I'll turn into your father and send you home: That's it, kid, the party's over.

© 2005 by Garrison Keillor. All rights reserved. Distributed by Tribune Media Services, INC.

Loner

I've always been a bit of an outcast/loner type. It has (and continues to) serve me well in the sense that it has allowed me to be independent, adapt to change easily, not be afraid of new places, people, and experiences. I don't get attached too easily, which helps me live the Buddhist philosophy I believe so much in, which is 'letting go and living in the moment'.
Yet, I find it can be detrimental. I forget what intimacy and trust in another person is like, and that is not healthy. I don't want to get so used to sleeping alone or being a loner, that I become safe in it because it is what I've known for a long period, or because it allows me to do things my way.
'My Way' doesn't challenge me or make me learn new things. My way is, by no means, the right way-50 percent of the time. lol. My way doesn't have big strong arms and a sexy deep voice. My way can't carry me over a puddle or lift heavy things. My way can't make out with me or spoon me next to a fire.
Lord, help me to be careful with getting too used to 'my way'.

I Love The Poetry of Song Lyrics,As Much As The Music

*I just heard this new one on XM while working and it was so pretty, as a simple poem

'Answer'-Sarah McLachlan

I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down
If it takes my whole life -I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end.
Because I can only tell you what I know,
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning bright
Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to aPlace so holy
That I can wash this from my mind.
The memory of choosing not to fight
If it takes my whole life -I won't break,
I won't bend
It will all be worth it, worth it in the end
Because I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life.
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning bright
So,cast me gently into morning,
For the night has been unkind

SOTD-John Lennon - Instant Karma

..."better get yourself together darlin' "......

Models and Polaroids

After I had to model 3 dresses for Spring yesterday(I hate modeling stuff) because the booked model didn't show up and we had a deadline, I volunteered to stay late last night and snap some potential girls. I scheduled them last minute for a test by posting a craigslist ad. Thank God it's New York-I had 7 girls show.
So, I need your opinions, via email, who should it be???? The first girl, Anna, above, was my favorite. I thought she was so sexy. But it is not really sexy I am trying to convey for this season. But, sex does sell. hmmmm......

Kind of plain-ish

This chick above looked JUST LIKE Tori Amos in person that I wanted to ask her to sing!

I liked her, she had a sweet all American girl look.
Hmm.. more like an actress look, I thought, than a model. But, I could be wrong.

This girl was pretty too. So, I will take the highest vote from your emails----be honest!!

Italian Wedding Overload

My boss's son John got married on Sunday. It was a Goodfellas, Italian, over the edge showdown. It is something to do at least once in your life. Go to a big Italian, family on both sides wedding, with alot of money in a catered hall being served with white gloves, wedding. Though complete night and day from what I would do (I'd be barefoot on the beach), it was quite spectacular in scale. And the bride, Maria, really did look like Cinderealla. I mean really. That was her intention I heard, and she more than accomplished it. She looked super sweet and girly. Like off the pages of a Disney book. Just look at that dress!

......and my other boss and I were on our 800th smile of the night, and in this picture we both laughed and said we look like the Brady kids when they are miserable and Carol and Mike tell them "Now let's see those smiles". I was tired....and full from pasta and Chianti and being swung around on the dance floor to old school Italian and Spanish music- that was a fake smile.

Meow

This is my friends friend Michelle's painted photograph of her cat. It's titled, "Meow". I want to buy it. I can't resist. I love cats and I love this painting. I grew up with at least three cats in my household since I was a baby, and have a hard time sleeping without at least one little furry baby nuzzled next to me when I sleep. Especially when a man is not nuzzled next to you. It's the best yet when it's man AND a kitty kat nuzzled next to you, together!

Anyway ,I'll try to cut a deal with her.

And by the way, if you are thinking about getting a new little meow(or dog) to add to your family, PLEASE do so from a local animal rescue league/shelter. Please! There are so many animals in need of love and a home that it is a beautiful thing to do. And the RIGHT thing to do. I know some can be pricey (which is horrible because you are performing a service for them), so I have listed a couple in the big cities that will either take a donation or not. And it can be zero or 10 dollars, as these places are just concerned with a good home, as should the focus be for the rest of the shelters who rob nice animal rescuers like us with much too exorbitant prices. Although it is nice if you can donate a bit more than you think you can as this does help keep these places functioning and gives food and supplies to the animals.

In Los Angeles-

www.laanimalservices.com/serv_adoptapet.htm

In New York-

www.animalshelter.org/shelters/New_York.asp

In Chicago-

www.yelp.com

SOTD-If I Fell - Across the Universe

Letting the cables sleep Bush

Letting the cables sleep Bush
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A Piece of Relationship Advice, Girls

This is funny, but true, and something I saw this past Monday night in NYC.
I had gotten out of work and as usual, headed down to Penn Station. As I was ready to go down the escalator, I remembered I had to go to the Chase Bank ATM which sits just atop Penn. Right next to this also, is the main, big outdoor entrance to Madison Square Garden. As I made my zig-zag way to the bank, I remembered that it was the pop artist 'Pink' that was playing there that night. And although I am not the biggest top 40 pop music fan, and this was not a concert I would buy tickets for, I still always enjoy watching the kinds of crowds that go to particular artist's shows. (ie- the big Italian goombas that go to Billy Joel shows, the razored eared girls that attend Nine Inch Nails, etc...) From a music and fashion perspective, it's always fun to see. From what I gathered from this crowd, it was predominately groups of 'girlfriends' or groups of gay men, with the occasional boyfriend/girlfriend couple inter-mixed, with the guy looking like he'd rather be anywhere else for 4 hours. I was lucky enough to see a funny scenario of just the sort play out right in front of me.
A girl in a black mini dress and knee high boots came dashing by me, chewing gum and texting on her IPhone. Just behind her, followed her boyfriend, completely disinterested, smoking a cigarette and wearing an AC/DC t-shirt. I knew immediately this was the last place he'd rather be. The 'girlfriend' turns around and says (all nag like and snotty), "come on!" Said boyfriend stops in his tracks, takes a drag of his cigarette, blows out the smoke, looks at her, and says ( I sware it's so perfect you'll think I am making it up) "I'm outta here", and turns and just leaves! Classic! I wanted to high five him. I took a picture to prove it.
So, moral of this storie's lesson is this. Girls, just because you are in a relationship and in love, it does not mean you are attached at the hip. If your boyfriend wears an AC/DC t-shirt, it is probably very likely that he doesn't want to go to a Pink concert. Bring a girl, go alone or bring a more 'feminine' male friend. :) Time apart, trips apart around the world even, are healthy! Keeps your desire alive and is healthy for when you do come back together.
I wonder what happened later that night. lol. Poor guy was gonna get railed by that nasty girl. Maybe he was smart and didn't go back.

My Beautiful Friend Erin on Her Blog Yesterday..Wow...I had to Re-Blog It.

*I had to cut and past, so my apologies for the odd layout.*

Erin McQuail

"I don't understand mean people. Or people who have no regard for hurting another person, or people that are insensitive, because they are so obsessed with themselves, they can't feel anything for anyone else... or because they are disappointed with the state of their life today (unfulfilled desires) because of the choices they've made so far out fear and insecurity and greed that landed them where they are. Be accountable for your life as it is today and move on. Just be accountable. It really is simple. There is time to re-do it and get those things they feel they lack. It is all a search for love in the end anyway. I honestly don't have insensitivity in me, because I worked very hard to change it. Why don't people believe they can change? They can! I have.
They are unhappy and it seems so obvious. I've been there too. Ahhh... let go of your obsession with your patterns and what you grew up with. If you run away from it physically, but yet carry the anger or act the same way...you haven't gotten away at all. You may as well be in the same room with them, face to face, everyday, because that is still how close their influence is when you live in the pattern of it. Don't keep doing something just because it's comfortable and 'what you know'. What your parents acted like. You didn't like it, and you complain about it, but yet you do the same thing? Awake. Don't believe the little things they taught you about yourself. You are not little, you are a child of God. You are perfect and beautiful and whole. You would be more attached to your usual way than to change? Because, even though it makes you unhappy, it somehow feels safe and familiar? When you could instead have joy? God forgave and loved, so he could teach you how to forgive and love. Don't look to heal your unresolved feelings with the past in someone or something similar. Similarity breeds the same results. You got rejected, you 'll find another rejector. The same thing over and over. Think more highly of yourself. Noone will 'fix it' until you heal your own heart and open it.
And this kind of life of change, and this kind of love, would make you feel more safe than anything in this world. I've changed 100 percent. Until then- your past, all the ugly things and anger- will inform your life today. What a waste, It's over. I've had many, many ugly things happen to me, and I have changed and left it behind. Noone owes me anything for what happened to me. As I said, I've changed, and you can too. Well, at least the bad things. There are good things I like to keep that make me, me.
God says-"Do not be hungry to anger nor carry vengeful thoughts"--John 2:12

The Great Escape and Channel 13

I have touted the virtues of PBS many times on this blog, and I am going to do it again. Even if you NEVER watch public television, just watch it every once in awhile. They have a show called 'American Masters', where they feature different musical artists up close- acoustic, speaking, etc.- such as Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, Pearl Jam, Ani DiFranco, and it is so wonderful. They have the truly inquisitive interviewer, Tavis Smiley, who has his own show where he does one on ones with actors and musicians of our day. He is the kind of interviewer who is, at the same time, intelligent but common man, and he asks those questions that you always wish the 'Jay Leno's' and David Letterman's' would ask, but never do because they are doing prime time fluff 'chit chat'. He did a wonderful interview with Prince a few weeks ago that targeted Prince's childhood in Minneapolis as opposed to the Purple Rain film/Soundtrack, which the movie and soundtrack storyline was supposedly based. I was riveted with his questions. Then there is, of course, News Hour and Charlie Rose. They have recently done an absolutely amazing documentary this past week on National Parks by Ken Burns that will replay throughout the Fall that you should try to catch. It is brilliantly done. You will appreciate the (very little, unfortunately, because of our destruction for industrial growth) natural resources and beauty in this country if you watch it.
Anyhow, they also have a program called 'Great Indie Film Shorts', and tonite they did 'The Great Escape' with Steve McQueen. Based on a true story of a prison breakout in 1944, it is a classic. And all I have to say is----Steve McQueen was a man. A man's man. Sexy as sexy can be, and what a man SHOULD be. Tough, gruff, sometimes problematic, begrudging and difficult. But convicted and protective and forthright. He wasn't putting up with shit. And though I have ranted (again) about PBS, this post was really, simply, inspired by how damn sexy Steve McQueen was.
Hell yes.

The Balance

My mentor through college was a hippie philosophy professor name Phillip Schlesinger. He was 'too cool', and the one who gave me the idea to write my senior thesis on John Keats poetry in relation to Bruce Springsteen lyrics. (I got an A... ahem.... :)
In his class, the more 'out there', crazy, stoned papers you could write, the better your chance to get a good grade. I used to slap together my philosophy papers for him the night before they were due, while playing Led Zeppelin and typing furiously and aimlessly on my word processor, and I always graded well. I thought they were bullshit at the time, but looking back, I had some cool thoughts. Stream of consciousness is usually the best writing anyway.
One thought about me and my life came to mind tonite, and I remembered a paper that I wrote that fueled my blogging about it. And it's brief.
It was on Emerson. And it was about finding the balance in the nature of man. I based it on comfort vs adventure.
And that's all I've wanted out of life and in a partner.
To share and find that perfect balance between comfort, safety and stability and passion, desire, love and adventure. With too much of one, you become bored, complacent, frustrated and unhappy. With too much of another you become lonely, isolated, heartbroken and ever seeking.
I've seen people and happy couples with both.
That's what I want. Both. The balance.

Cold Weather Denial

Today was cold. Not really temperature wise, but it was that first day of Fall when it's all gray and charmain blue, heavy clouds in the sky. There was no sun, it was chilly and terribly, terribly windy. It was that kind of Fall day when you know that there is no going back to the denial that Summer might not ever end if we continue to have those sneaky little 70 degree days in September and October. But, it's over baby. Fall is here and Winter is on it's way. Do not be fooled.
When I was a little girl, I used to cry when it was time to bundle up and go play in the snow. I really did. While everyone around me was twinklin' in their toes to go slide down a snowy hill or pale each other with rock hard snowballs , I stood, tear streaked face, at the window as my mom cinched my little fur lined 1970's cable knit hat under my chin. I remember staring out at the icicle dripped windows and the piles of thick Mid-Western snow like they were my most hated enemy. I HATE the Winter. I love being naked and I love being warm. I say all this because I finally had a physcological revelation about myself today. One that, mind you, has been pointed out to me by friends and family since I was a kid. I am a, what I am now going to deem 'Winter Denial Dresser'. I dress warm when I have to, because I hate to freeze, but if I can stretch out sexy, light, silky, gauzy, body being free clothing, I will. For as long as I can.
Example-today. I wore the above dress. I thought to myself (honestly) "It's nice Fall shades, it's heavy silk, it's long sleeve, I'll wear leather boots, all's well." Well, who forgot the middle of her legs? Me, that's who. But when I felt the breezy October wind on my legs, it was hard to deny the stupid move I'd made. I then thought- "oh, that's ok, because I have my big cozy wool wrap sweater. I'll just throw that on." Well, below is my sweater................

hahaha- what an idiot. Lotta good that did me! I'm going to do better this year. I sware I am.

Classic Battles: Fred Sanford vs Aunt Esther

Just incase you need a laugh.
Dammit- this is my FAVORITE! I cannot get enough!

Best line- "I don't know what's goin' on, but I know what's goin' out."

Watch for it. I'm gonna keep that in my reference file should I need it someday. hahahaha!

Watch it sucka!

A Buddhist Teaching from Yoga Class This Morning

My yoga teacher always gives out the reading that she reads at the end of each class. Sometimes I take them, sometimes I don't. Today I did. I thought it was quite poignant.


"Buddha taught very clearly about the dangers of greed, hatred and ignorance, what he called the three poisons, that some people seem to display quite frequently, usually to thier own life's detrement. Together, these three are like thieves in the night who rob us of our happiness. Where greed grabs our desires, hatred takes our fear and insecurity and blames everyone else for why we are miserable or wronged, while ignorance clouds our vision.Greed has many relatives, such as jealousy, addiction, ambition, self-centeredness, pride, grasping and clinging, giving rise to dissatisfaction, irritation, frustration, annoyance, even depression. Greed slips into our mind, unnoticed, unasked for. Desire makes us manipulate conversations and people. The craving to have and possess stops us from giving, it limits our generosity, it generates a fear of not having. Do not personify greed,in an illusory desperate desire to win, for you will destroy all the gifts that the heavens bring into your path should you do so. Get rid of it as soon as possible. What we call 'Satori'- 'instant awakening' "

Mad As Hell ...

Someday I'll be sittin' on a porch, in a hammock, reading poetry in the country, watching my little family.............and NYC will be a happy memory.

Stevie Ray Vaughan 1984 Texas Flood SRV LIVE

I just don't know what it is about sunny Sundays, but nothing but good old unpasteurized rock-n-roll is the only thing that will do for me. Been like that since I was a little girl. A long drive, maybe some grass...........just sometimes ;) , sunshine, someone you love, and rock and roll on a Sunday. Heaven.

I hope there are guitars in heaven for you Stevie and that you're rockin' everyone out with some cool jams up there. For my sake too!

What Made Woman Make Art (short film about artist Jim Gingerich)

My dear friend Jim is a wonderful painter based in Bridgehampton, NY. I was so blessed to re-connect with him recently on Facebook. Good ole Facebook. I am so looking forward to seeing some of his latest work in the city. Check out this video with some of his paintings and ideas. He LOVES women, and I was lucky enough a number of years ago, to be asked, along with my friend Kim, to pose for him. Sadly, I have never seen the completed work. But, I did see it mid-way through. Not only was it the size of a 1/4 wall, but somehow, she and I managed to lose most of our clothes. But, in all honesty, I didn't mind, because he makes women look so beautiful and you see his admiration in the curves and the softness he gives the forms.
Rock on Jim. xoxox
Below is what the filmaker said about Jim.....and it is so true and so perfect about him. You would never, ever get bored having a conversation with Jim about life.

"I had met Jim while working for Plum TV in the Hamptons (NY). His studio was next door to ours and we would often have long discussions in the parking lot. The topics ranged from, alchemy, occult, art, philosophy, psychology, phenomenon, basically pertaining to the esoteric and ethereal realms.

Then there were conversations about women, guns, and survival. I liked those too. That's the thing about Jim, if ever there was a man, he is Gingerich. " -Marlo L.Brown -

PS- here's the link to Part 2 of this interview, which is brief, but worth watching. He has really, really humble, interesting and true things to say about a man and woman in a relationship. He's working on a graphic novel using his artwork as a catalyst. This is gonna be one damn good, sexy, thoughtful book, and you better believe I'll plug it when it comes out. So proud of him and inspired to do my own work.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUlBrqLnrRU

(you have to cut and paste this link into your search bar to get there, sorry. I have to figure out how to let you just click my links and go straight there. Any reader tips would be greatly appreciated!)