I know this isn’t a normal posting day for me, but y’all, my husband and I have been together for 12 years today, and I forgot until about 3:00 this afternoon.
On this day, 12 years ago, Graham and I basically looked at each other and said, “Let’s do this.” And here we are now, after all this time, married since 2013, living in our little historic house in our beautiful village with our needy pets and our embarrassingly extensive wine collection, and I have never been happier for anything in my entire life.
I can’t believe I forgot.
So, to make up for it, here’s a little Cole Porter, by way of Patsy Cline, for Graham. Note – no makeup, frizzy hair, don’t care. The most important thing is the love. I hope you feel it, too.
I just have no words after what I’ve seen and heard in these last several hours.
As I often do in times of stress and fear and sadness, I’ve turned to my fond memories, and to my family, and to music. So I thought I’d share a video with all of you of my dad and me playing one of my favorite songs. I’ve not performed this one in public since my grandfather passed away in 2015. He was a WWII veteran, and a coal miner. I am proud to be a coal miner’s granddaughter.
It’s hard to get through this song without tears now that he’s gone. But today, his legacy of strength and perseverance, of hard work and grace in difficult times, and his belief in a strong, fair and free America has kept me going.
Wherever you are in the world, whatever you’re going through, or dealing with, or healing from, I hope this brings you just a few minutes of joy and peace and comfort, as it has for me. Tonight, I’m sending all of the love I can out into the universe.
I have no gas left in my tank today. I stayed up until well after 4:00 a.m. EST watching election results come in, and right now, after several cups of coffee and way too much junk food, I am a drooling zombie. (I mean, not really, but if you looked at me and an actual zombie right now, it would be hard to tell the difference.)
And there are still valid votes to be counted, so I’m still watching. (And counting valid votes is decidedly, objectively NOT disenfranchisement or fraud, but that is a post for another day.)
Man, I’m so tired.
Anyway, I got nothing. I wish I had something insightful to say about the state of things, but I can’t seem to find my words today.
Luckily, even when I have nothing else, it seems I always have music. So, enjoy this (admittedly not super high quality) video of a friend and me goofing around and making some good noise, back a century ago in 2019, when things were still normal. Or, more normal. (Honestly, what even is normal anymore these days?)
When I try to think of something to say about the passing of John Prine, I’m honestly lost for words. Which is funny, because he certainly never was. I don’t think we can overstate the importance of his music to the story of American songwriting. I don’t think there will ever be another one quite like him. I don’t think the world will ever be the same, now that he’s not in it.
If music comes to us when we need it most, then I’ve needed John Prine my whole life. His songs have stayed with me since I first heard them, when I was too young to really understand them. Now I’m in my thirties, and I still listen to them, sing them, think about them, every single day.
And when my dad and I play, we always play some Prine.
So, this one’s for John. Thank you for everything. I hope you’re exactly where you wanted to be.