Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
This entire month has been one long freeze. I think this is gonna be that long winter that we tell our grandkids about. Up until a few days ago, the East River was full of mini-icebergs, and totally packed with ice around the sides, something that the old salts say hasn’t happened ever in their lifetimes. The guy that always kayaks in the East River went out and said it was just like Prince William Sound in Alaska, that is until somebody called the Coast Guard on him to report a man in the water.
I have a gig with the Roadhouse Romeos next Thursday, opening for the Belmont Playboys at McGovern’s in the city. We’ve been rehearsing twice a week since we found out about it. We got a new rehearsal room on the 12th floor of the Music Building. Max made some little fliers that I’ve been passing out.
Deborah and I had a good gig at Anseo. We did three songs, then the poets did their thing for 45 minutes or so, and we did three more and that was it. We did a couple of new songs, "Jealous Love" and "The Storms Are On The Ocean." This was a night when it was zero degrees and another big storm was coming, but Sam Zanger showed up and so did R. and Mike Chapman and Diane and even Mary, from the old Ships Mast days.
The Marfa Lights had a practice last Saturday, and we’re gonna do it again this weekend, in preparation for the Sin-é gig. D. made some pretty cool fliers. It says SEE… Edith & the Marfa Lights in their BIG CITY DEBUT. Micki has called to hound me to do publicity for it, but I don’t relish the idea of spending even more time and money on something we’re not getting paid for! But I’ll call her again tomorrow so I won’t feel guilty for dissing her.
Well I gotta go to sleep! SORRY!
(Note from present-day Edith: this particular journal ends here. SORRY! Guess I blew it off.)