The heartbreaking reasons remain, but there is something achingly beautiful about a bunch of people crammed together making music. How casually we once did such things!
Also, reminds me of my travels for work recently - something I never imagined doing - but managed to be asked to participate in gatherings, trainings, conversations, about sexual health, HIV prevention, etc, in states and cities where it's hard for the public health people to deliver services. So, I was grateful to be invited. But, first, it involved flying - a terrible experience isn't it really? Aside: just rewatched the 1974 Murder on the Orient Express. This conversation reminds me of Wendy Hiller's character and the annoyances she experienced on the train. Good god/ess - I'd love to be on the train. Anyway, then arriving at the hotel as you experienced - the room smells suspect upon entering because the so-called air system is on either way too cold in summer or way too warm in winter, and not a single window can be opened to let in any air - which if you could do so would be from the exhaust from the nearby freeway... Then the horror of the bed with fabrics - can we call them fabrics? - the layers of the bed sheets and coverings made with who-knows-what polyesters and such - and the horrible pillows. Well, shouldn't go on any longer. Just wanted to let you know that I empathized... Wishing you well in your tour, RWB
Is there any way you could get a tour bus with JEREMY KAHANE on the side? Or get a dog, like Steinbeck's travels with Charlie? Can't wait to meet you in the same city!
The heartbreaking reasons remain, but there is something achingly beautiful about a bunch of people crammed together making music. How casually we once did such things!
Dear Gabriel Kahane,
Reminds me of my friend Patty's song, as regards your tour and hers many years ago,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvvqAqx5vC0
Also, reminds me of my travels for work recently - something I never imagined doing - but managed to be asked to participate in gatherings, trainings, conversations, about sexual health, HIV prevention, etc, in states and cities where it's hard for the public health people to deliver services. So, I was grateful to be invited. But, first, it involved flying - a terrible experience isn't it really? Aside: just rewatched the 1974 Murder on the Orient Express. This conversation reminds me of Wendy Hiller's character and the annoyances she experienced on the train. Good god/ess - I'd love to be on the train. Anyway, then arriving at the hotel as you experienced - the room smells suspect upon entering because the so-called air system is on either way too cold in summer or way too warm in winter, and not a single window can be opened to let in any air - which if you could do so would be from the exhaust from the nearby freeway... Then the horror of the bed with fabrics - can we call them fabrics? - the layers of the bed sheets and coverings made with who-knows-what polyesters and such - and the horrible pillows. Well, shouldn't go on any longer. Just wanted to let you know that I empathized... Wishing you well in your tour, RWB
Is there any way you could get a tour bus with JEREMY KAHANE on the side? Or get a dog, like Steinbeck's travels with Charlie? Can't wait to meet you in the same city!