Well, guess what. My not-quite-ex-husband finally sent me something to sign, so we can start to get the divorce happenin’. It’s not everything, but it’s something, which is really good compared to what I had before which is nothing. My sister Lucie, who’s a lawyer, advised me that it would probably be a good idea if I erased the stuff I’ve said about him in this here diary… so I guess I’ll do that now. My sister’s a corporate lawyer in Texas — she doesn’t have a license to practice law here or in New York, so she can’t officially help me. But she can at least tell me without a doubt that it’s not a good idea for me to be talkin’ shit about anybody on my website. Okay, Lucie, whatever. It’s nothing that I’m ashamed of, and I *really* don’t care who knows that stuff, but I’m sure you’re right.
A show review that appeared in the Oberlin Review (Oberlin, Ohio)…
<…> Edith Frost, a transplanted Texan now living in Chicago, was a delightful opening act who moved the crowd with her strong vocals and simple guitar playing. Backed up only by an electric bass player, Frost sang beautiful, quirky songs with titles like "Blame You" and "Secrets," about love both found and misplaced.
I’m getting SO excited about the trip to France! Braden King and Mike Krassner, they’re organizing the thing and they’re working like dogs to get the tour happenin’. And they’ve done a lot for me, to make sure that my part of the show is really special. The band is going to be amazing… it turns out that Ryan Hembrey really is going along with us, and so is Julie Pomerleau, a wonderful violinist I’ve been working with lately courtesy of Bobby Conn. Mike Krassner’s going to play guitar and Jim White from the Dirty Three is going to play drums wherever he can. I think Ken Vandermark’s going to be there too!!! (A saxophonist, of the free-jazz persuasion.)
I haven’t written in this thing in awhile… I’ve been avoiding my whole website entirely for the past few weeks. I think the whole diary thing has been giving me the willies… for awhile it was alright because my friends & cohorts didn’t know about it. But now I keep getting comments from people I know… it’s kinda creepy. I seem to really be bothering some people with the things I’m talking about. And my friends, some of them are really shocked that I’m doing this. They’re asking me if I’m okay (of course I’m okay!) and asking for details about what I’ve written. I don’t mind, really — they’re only asking because they care about me — but it is a little weird and I’m not really prepared to talk about this stuff face-to-face with some of these people. I think the embarrassment started the day that I sat there and watched Ryan Hembrey read the stuff I’d written about him… I hadn’t really read that stuff after I’d posted it, and it really freaked me out, all the goofy stuff I’d said. Ryan was totally cool, he was laughing; it didn’t bother him but *I* was mortified. So anyway I’ve been wondering lately whether it’s a good thing to have this diary online. I’m trying to decide.
Oh my, I’ve been so busy. Me and Ryan got back from the little tour on Thursday night… I’ve been spending the weekend recovering and getting my shit together to go back to work tomorrow. I’m hobbling around somewhat because I just smashed one of my toes this morning, and it hurts like hell!! It’s all purple, I whacked the shit out of it by kicking this Big Red crate I’ve got in my bedroom. I’m such a klutz, I’ll probably smash a toe on the other foot now, with all the hobbling!!
With: The Grifters; Bottledog
My band: Ryan Hembrey (upright bass)
With: The Grifters; Downside Special
My band: Ryan Hembrey (upright bass)
I worked today, but only for a little while… they didn’t have that much for me to do so I finished the shit up real quick and hightailed it over to Drag City to pick up a box of records and CDs to sell on the tour… fifteen or so of each item. We’re thinking modestly since we don’t even have an extra person in the party to man a table. Anyway one of the shows got cancelled — why am I still calling this a tour? It’s a jaunt.
I got to go to Ryan’s house last night finally, meet his cat and all… that was fun. He has a much bigger place than mine, and it’s cheaper too!! argh… I mean, I like my place pretty well but I keep meeting people with much better deals than mine! oh well, shit la vie.
I’m not going to work today, I called in sick. I don’t want to whine about my aches & pains but I’ve been sneezing like crazy the past few days, there’s been a lot of emotional ups and downs this week, I haven’t been eating right or getting enough sleep and I really just needed a day to stay home, stay quiet and give myself a rest.
The business situation that was bothering me earlier this week has caused grief for all parties… people are on the defense, there’s been anger and bitterness and blame-you’s tossed around by everyone, me included! I’d probably be better off if I just kept my mouth tightly shut in these discussions but at the same time I can’t sit there and let people think that I don’t have an opinion of my own.
An interview by Bob Pomeroy that appeared in the Fall 1997 (#40) issue of Puncture Magazine. I’m not sure of the exact date it came out.
edith frost: shivers down your spine
Born of some holy communion between singer-songwriter psychedelia and spooky country blues, Edith Frost’s songs stir up serious longings. And Bob Pomeroy responds
On "Calling Over Time," the title track of her first album, Edith Frost sings a kind of epilogue to the chorus that repeats the phrase "loving hands turn burning sand to water." The notes she sings tumble down a minor scale on a prolonged fall from the upper reaches of the thin, narcotic atmosphere that the song, as a whole, generates. (In fact, the entire record, except for one or two more wide-awake numbers, flows like a dream.)
An interview by Michael McLeod that appeared in the Fall 1997 (#2) issue of Train Wreck, a zine out of Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada. I don’t know the exact date the issue came out.
Edith Frost: Authentic, heartsick, personal & poignant
From a cool and steel gray channel encompassing the horizon, a glimmer of hope emerges. Beauty and optimism slowly wrap around your being as you witness flower petals effortlessly dancing upon the water’s surface with candles calmly floating on leaves set adrift under the dwindling light. Edith Frost is the voice from which the glimmer, the beauty and the optimism spring forth in introspective gentleness.