listening to janis ian's new "live" album right now . .she has written a gorgeous song called "paris in your eyes" that has me absolutely captivated at the moment. she also redoes her classic song "stars" and it's absolutely heartwrenching. i've loved janis ian since the late seventies. of course "at seventeen" became "my" song, an anthem for so many of her devoted fans. .growing up, i adopted her album "between the lines" and played it until my record needle wore out. . . i think, in a strange way, i became entralled by my own melancholy after listening to her . .janis seemed to know everything about me: the forlorn wallflower, uncomfortable on the gym courts, awkward with strangers, reticent, inward . . . i've never found another vocal artist who is so sincerely able to reveal the sweet shadow of the heart, so articulate, so upfront .. maybe billie holiday or joni mitchell or ferron or rickie lee jones can as well . . . they are artists who when you hear their voice, you know it's their personal truth that is really being revealed, their honest pain braided into their voice . .janis ian has carried me through all these years and deserves a love letter of gratitude. . .what a survivor, what a brave spirit.
last night i made dawn's parmesan crusted breaded pork chops, buttered brussel sprouts, and italian style kidney bean salad . .i'm enjoying cooking at the moment . .it was nice to finally see anthony after this difficult time with his mother being ill. the full moon made it seem as though the freshly fallen snow was lit from within .. eerie blue celestial lights hidden within the snowbank sparkle . .little dancing auroras . .lavender faeries aglow . .i've been dreaming a lot lately, amid the inches of february embankments . .been savoring the strange logic of my nocturnal escapades . .the erotic trainrides, the leaping off of cliffs in order to fly . . .mars is in taurus right now . .there is some energy here to move toward a conviction . .toward change . .toward spring . .
