Musical Interlude and Fabric Vegetables
Music is important in my life, though I don't have a gift for it myself. I've put in my petition for a beautiful singing voice in my next life. In this life, though, I can enjoy and support the musical gifts of others and let their music inform my art. One of my best jobs ever -- in terms of content, if not pay -- was working for e-town in its early days, where I got to meet some of my musical heroes. Here's what's on my musical radar right now:
- I saw a young singer-songwriter named Anais Mitchell at a house concert here in Boulder, and I'm completely smitten with her songs. She's a true artist and frighteningly talented, also hardworking and charming. If you have the chance to see her live, take it, and you'll be able to tell somebody about it when she's really famous. To keep this on-topic, she has a poignant song about wearing a dress her grandmother made and the generational seismic shift, called I Wear Your Dress -- here are the lyrics:
This is just to tell you that I wear your dress sometimes
The one you made with gold brocade and the empire waistline
You fitted to your figure when it looked just like my own
That was Jersey in the fifties, and the women stayed at homeSo you laid your paper pattern on the table in between
The silverware and napkins and the Harper's magazines
From a slow suburban season that is nothing but a dream
To your granddaughterThis is just to tell you that I wear your dress sometimes
I wear it down to the bar in town and dance around all night
Talking and joking, swearing and smoking like any stranger in a crowd
And nobody stares, nobody cares to tell me I'm not allowed
I am allowedAnd my body, by the letter of the law, is still my own
When I lay down in the darkness, unburdened and alone
With the liberty you've given like the clothing you've outgrown
To your granddaughter
- Not on-topic, but I'm going to tell you anyway: for those of you who remember Delaney & Bonnie ("Only You Know and I Know"), Bonnie Bramlett has a brand-new CD out, and my dear friend and gifted artist Steve Conn wrote the title song. It's called Beautiful, and it's a gorgeous, sad song -- I like 'em that way -- about one of those deeply intimate, painful moments in a relationship when your soul is laid bare.
Okay, back to textile art and craft and my attention-deficient Internet wandering. I was looking at designer Lena Corwin's blog this morning because I'm interested in her forthcoming book, Printing By Hand. That led me to these wonderful recycled fabric scallions and other vegetables by Sian Keegan. I have a total weak spot for whimsical fabric fruits and vegetables, and for fabric with food prints too -- I even bought a Japanese craft book a few months ago just for the endearing fabric pears on the cover. So maybe this is just the day to get an errand or two done, put in some time with work, and then crank up the stereo and make a pear.
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