"One belongs to New York City instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years."
~ Thomas Wolfe
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Rock my note
I'm heading out for a hot summer night in the city, and now I've got something to celebrate! Tai Moses and Aerophant have honored At The Half Note with a Rockin' Girl Blogger Award!
Cold Tea Gets a Warm Heart
Our short film, Cold Tea, has been accepted to the Heart of Gold International Film Festival in Australia!
I'm riding on the back of a giant bird
I could say that the journey I'm on began the moment I was born, or perhaps long before that, but I know I'm not on it alone. There's that crazy and ever persistent universe, a catalyst or two, and certainly in the mix is the music of Francis Dunnery.
Two nights ago I found myself on Staten Island, sitting in a candlelit living room in a house built in 1864, listening to Dunnery play his guitar. I told Francis that before I heard his album, The Gulley Flats Boys, I was under the impression I was a perfectly happy and contended person. But I was pulled to the music almost magnetically and played the CDs so often that they eventually wore out and had to be replaced. It was the beginning of an awakening, I was opening in ways that took me by surprise and in ways I didn't feel prepared for. I was compelled to step back in time and when I did I couldn't help but look forward. And when I looked forward I knew there was only one way for me to go, and that was up and out of the life I was living.
Eventually The Gulley Flats Boys made its way onto the shelf, taking its place like a favorite Beatles album that served me well. I'd listened to it ten thousand times but what more could it offer? Surely there were no surprises hidden there. But two nights ago in that big old house, Dunnery played the songs again, and while lightening bolts flashed across a black New York sky, the thunder called out in response as if orchestrated beforehand and timed to a tee.
Francis Dunnery is a master and a servant, and with each story he shared, with each song he sang, he handed out gifts. Thankfully, as I sat in the front, just off to the side, I received every one of them.
"I'm riding on the back of a giant bird. Bigger than you, bigger than me." ~Francis Dunnery
Two nights ago I found myself on Staten Island, sitting in a candlelit living room in a house built in 1864, listening to Dunnery play his guitar. I told Francis that before I heard his album, The Gulley Flats Boys, I was under the impression I was a perfectly happy and contended person. But I was pulled to the music almost magnetically and played the CDs so often that they eventually wore out and had to be replaced. It was the beginning of an awakening, I was opening in ways that took me by surprise and in ways I didn't feel prepared for. I was compelled to step back in time and when I did I couldn't help but look forward. And when I looked forward I knew there was only one way for me to go, and that was up and out of the life I was living.
Eventually The Gulley Flats Boys made its way onto the shelf, taking its place like a favorite Beatles album that served me well. I'd listened to it ten thousand times but what more could it offer? Surely there were no surprises hidden there. But two nights ago in that big old house, Dunnery played the songs again, and while lightening bolts flashed across a black New York sky, the thunder called out in response as if orchestrated beforehand and timed to a tee.
Francis Dunnery is a master and a servant, and with each story he shared, with each song he sang, he handed out gifts. Thankfully, as I sat in the front, just off to the side, I received every one of them.
"I'm riding on the back of a giant bird. Bigger than you, bigger than me." ~Francis Dunnery
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Gift
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Don't look back
In my dreams
Last night I dreamed that a man I loved sat down beside me on the couch. He was deeply tanned but only on half of his face and body. I asked him why he chose only to tan half of himself and he defensively replied, "I don't want to be completely exposed to danger!"
"Well then what's the point?" I asked. "If you're going to take a risk with yourself, you might as well risk it all, not just half."
"Well then what's the point?" I asked. "If you're going to take a risk with yourself, you might as well risk it all, not just half."
Beauty is where you find it
Some days I find it in Upstate New York, some days along the Hudson River. But today I find it here.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
What I like on a 90 degree night
Monday, June 25, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Under her watchful eye
Friday, June 22, 2007
Phoning home
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Dreaming in black & pink
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
You must believe
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
The fear of change
"The Transpersonal Self and the forces of the superconscious are such strong energies that they stir up fears in the personality. Your personal ego has its own laws, rules and ways of going about things. While a sudden invasion from the transpersonal realms of the psyche might feel pleasurable and expansive, the impact of these energies threatens to disrupt the status quo. The ego doesn't like that. So when the transpersonal inspiration begins to stir, your personality, in an attempt to maintain the existing framework, tries to find ways to neutralize this influx by putting up blocks against it. Before you can let these new energies into your life, you have to deal with why you are afraid to grow and change - with why you are frightened to become all that you could be."
Liz Greene - Dynamics of the Unconscious
Liz Greene - Dynamics of the Unconscious
Stop the world
The way things aren't
Monday, June 18, 2007
Quote
I lOVE THIS BlOG
Once every few months I remember that there are other blogs of interest out there, not just mine and those of my friends. So I take a quick look around and usually discover, well, not much of interest. But the other day I stumbled upon a blog titled, "lowercase L," and it's quickly becoming a favorite.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
The way things aren't
Father's Day
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Silly me
Phoning home
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