charleston
The air feels like walking into a sauna. My glasses fog up, and my body instantly soaks up. Swamp ass. Sweaty eyebrows. Sweaty upper lip. This heat wave is taking its toll.
Loved reading Girls Like Us about Carole King, Joni Mitchell, and Carly Simon. I love hearing about their love. I love the seedy details like that Joni was a Scorpio and had a brief love affair with Leonard Cohen.
I like reading about James Taylor, the sad sweet junkie, who loved Joni then Carly and many others. I like reading about all the men really—they all had lots and the confusion is apparent. But without all that sex and heroin and cheating and lies—we would never have Tapestry, or Blue. OR that wonderful treat, “You’re So Vain.”
Carole is the beautiful one—wrote “Will You Still Love me Tomorrow?” at the age of 17 while pregnant. I have enjoyed the history and stories of all three, but it is Carole I am most intrigued by despite my obsession and devotion to Joni Mitchell as a great writer.
Carole and James performed in Nashville a few weeks ago. It was delightful-but she was the treat of the night. At 68 still a beautiful voice, despite always wanting to be a songwriter, not a performer. He was great too—but Carole singing “You’re so Far Away” pounding on that grand piano was beautiful.
Also, finishing up some Lorca and did not really enjoy Tom Sleigh poems in Space Walk.
