Saturday, November 1, 2014

On November, memory lane, and all that jazz

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. – Marcel Proust

OMGYOUGUYS. There is almost too much to blog about today. Like the play last night. HOLYSMOKES. Go see it if you can. I want to tell you about it, but first I want to actually read it to make sure I've got the breadth and depth and width of it right. The script is right here next to my paws so we are already on track. And then we are having a converSATion!

Two. The London Jazz Festival! ONLY TWO WEEKS AWAY. Is it just me, or did it TOTALLY sneak up this year? SHIFTY JAZZY DEVILS! I am excited. I love jazz. It reminds me of my early days in San Francisco when I used to wander around North Beach imagining what it was like to be a real Beat rather than a mere Beat-worshipper. I'd camp out on a stool at City Lights hoping nobody would kick me out for not buying anything I read and I'd journal in my moleskine under a photo of Ferlinghetti at Cafe Trieste, nursing the same cappuccino for hours and tugging at my black turtleneck which I fancied made me look just a bit like Audrey Hepburn. I was A True Original. Then I got a job that wasn't in a coffee shop and for the first time had money and a nice flat and an even nicer roommate and who's got time for daydreaming now? Look at my new heels! But my remnant is jazz: to this day it makes me feel alive, like maybe I shouldn't have given up on poverty and poetry and-- OOH! Is that a black unitard??

Also, guess who we got tickets to go see? TATSUHISA YAMAMOTO.  I saw him play almost four years ago with Aya-bee and he was unbeLIEVable. The best acoustic drummer EVER. EVER. You would not believe what drums can do until you hear this guy wail on them. And he's coming back! To Cafe Oto! I can't even contain myself. Youguys come with. He will blow your mind. We're also going to see the Mike Fletcher Trio, because Saxophone and British and Awesome.

You know what ELSE snuck up?? NOVEMBER. Which means it's officially time for me to take on my personal writing challenge, my little blog-version of NaNoWriMo.  MyBloWriMo? For the next 30 days, I'm going to attempt to write something - anything - on here and post daily. I won't have anything as satisfying as a novel when I'm done, but at least I'll have the satisfaction of knowing I can puke all over the internet as often as I want and there's not a goshdarn thing that can stop me.

Yeah, that's right. LAKE GARDA. Bet you didn't see that coming.

And if that isn't fulfilling, I don't know what is.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a unitard to buy. It's JAZZY TIME.

Big hugs and lots of love,