I wouldn’t have thought to pair Virginia Woolf and Ryuichi Sakamoto’s works but you’re right. It’s as though they’re even more beautiful together if that’s possible. I was sad when I learned of his death. For years I frequently find myself humming one of his melodies. They act as a meditative mantra that elevates me to another space and time and I relish my time there.
Hi Jesse. I just read your post, had no time before, and it's sad to hear that Steve Harley had died (haven't read it somewhere else) but at the same time I think it's kinda cool that you listened to the same album like me when I was 17/18 years old which is quite a while ago! ( more than 30 years!). When I go back in my memories I hear the tone of "Mister Soft...." and get the same feeling again of being young and in love and smoke some weed and thinking that the world could be hours.... Gosh. Music/Songs of your youth become part of your DNA I guess and you will never be able to sepaerate them again from your body, soul and identity. (This is especially the case with your mother's music, too!) Hope you recovered completely by know. Take care and greetings from Germany! 💜
Thank you. I love Sakamotos "Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence". Never tire of it. Thanks for including it in your thoughts. A good way to wake up this sunny CA day. He is missed by many.
You are so generous in sharing special moments in time, passing of dear ones both known and unknown. Everyone needs to be remembered…it is our way of keeping a vestige of them in this world from which they have departed. Every day I think of my beautiful daughter, Stephanie, who left too soon seven years ago, unexpectedly, in her sleep. She was 47, and found by her beloved eleven year old daughter that morning. In such deaths there is acceptance as well as denial. Of course we know it’s true, but a big part of us doesn’t want to believe it. So she still lives in my heart, and in the hearts of the many friends and family who loved her so deeply. Be well. Many thanks for all of your beautiful words…♥️
My sweet kitty Matzu passed through the veil in my arms on Tuesday. She was 17 and 8 months old. The grief was overwhelming, but gets better each day and with each thought of her being free of her ill, frail body and her being able to run up and down the trees like she did in the woods on vacation a few years ago.
My dear sister Victoria Louise Suzzane DeLeon Bias she was only 23 when she took her life. She could sing like Janis . She took me to see the Doors and Grateful Dead,Quicksilver, sold me on rock and roll. Encourage me to dance to the conga drummers on the Berkeley campus. She said to just close my eyes and dance if I felt shy. I was 15 she was 19 my big sister leading the way. Then she left at 23 and I wouldn’t follow. Suzzane loved music-and played guitar. I miss her still.
Adam. He died a little over one year ago, on February 28, 2023. He visited me in my dream last night and it was so vivid I woke up, gasping, and startled. We were friends for almost 40 years.
On this grey morning, I’m thinking of a dear fellow traveler, dearest friend, fellow Aquarian born the same year, John a wild and brilliant wounded healer who should still be here. I may never know why he took his own life. It’s been a few years now but still feels so fresh as if he will call me at any moment excited with some new music I just have hear.
I appreciate your sharing, so much to think about and feel.
Also thanks for your rememberings of those who have passed. Yes, artists who we have never met can touch us in deep ways and we are right to mourn in ways as profound as their art.
Your mother often notes the passing days of friends and mentors which I think is wonderful and good. There is a special energy on those days and one of the worst elements of our society is the admonition to "get over it and move on".
I wouldn’t have thought to pair Virginia Woolf and Ryuichi Sakamoto’s works but you’re right. It’s as though they’re even more beautiful together if that’s possible. I was sad when I learned of his death. For years I frequently find myself humming one of his melodies. They act as a meditative mantra that elevates me to another space and time and I relish my time there.
Hi Jesse. I just read your post, had no time before, and it's sad to hear that Steve Harley had died (haven't read it somewhere else) but at the same time I think it's kinda cool that you listened to the same album like me when I was 17/18 years old which is quite a while ago! ( more than 30 years!). When I go back in my memories I hear the tone of "Mister Soft...." and get the same feeling again of being young and in love and smoke some weed and thinking that the world could be hours.... Gosh. Music/Songs of your youth become part of your DNA I guess and you will never be able to sepaerate them again from your body, soul and identity. (This is especially the case with your mother's music, too!) Hope you recovered completely by know. Take care and greetings from Germany! 💜
Thank you. I love Sakamotos "Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence". Never tire of it. Thanks for including it in your thoughts. A good way to wake up this sunny CA day. He is missed by many.
Good Morning, Jesse 💜
I hope you had a Happy Easter. I don't see my messages. Maybe it slipped on another post oopsies.
I hope you are well rested after your travels. I'm looking forward to reading about your magical encounters.
I'm looking to correct an error I made regarding your Grandma Beverly -- everybody's Mama 🌹
Meow >•<
For someone who has been sick, you are prolific Jesse.
Your post, as is often the case, is long, which is a compliment but requires special attention for someone like me who understands little English.
Welcome home in good health.
I'm sorry for the loss of your friend.
Take care of yourself and your mom. do I need to say it? We feel this love that unites you and Patti 🥰
Thank you, Jesse. For this lovely, thought provoking post. By now you are home. I hope all is well.
Yes, I’m thinking of friends lost to death. I miss them here as I envision their joy in a more perfect place. We will meet again.
You are so generous in sharing special moments in time, passing of dear ones both known and unknown. Everyone needs to be remembered…it is our way of keeping a vestige of them in this world from which they have departed. Every day I think of my beautiful daughter, Stephanie, who left too soon seven years ago, unexpectedly, in her sleep. She was 47, and found by her beloved eleven year old daughter that morning. In such deaths there is acceptance as well as denial. Of course we know it’s true, but a big part of us doesn’t want to believe it. So she still lives in my heart, and in the hearts of the many friends and family who loved her so deeply. Be well. Many thanks for all of your beautiful words…♥️
My sweet kitty Matzu passed through the veil in my arms on Tuesday. She was 17 and 8 months old. The grief was overwhelming, but gets better each day and with each thought of her being free of her ill, frail body and her being able to run up and down the trees like she did in the woods on vacation a few years ago.
Thank you for your wonderful piece and invitation of remembrance.
My dear sister Victoria Louise Suzzane DeLeon Bias she was only 23 when she took her life. She could sing like Janis . She took me to see the Doors and Grateful Dead,Quicksilver, sold me on rock and roll. Encourage me to dance to the conga drummers on the Berkeley campus. She said to just close my eyes and dance if I felt shy. I was 15 she was 19 my big sister leading the way. Then she left at 23 and I wouldn’t follow. Suzzane loved music-and played guitar. I miss her still.
Hello Jesse 🐦
I'm heading to the Mission.
I'll be back again soon.
Your sleeping quarters is divine.
Fluffy feathers to rest your wings.
🌳 🌲 🌴
AMAZING TO READ IT
Adam. He died a little over one year ago, on February 28, 2023. He visited me in my dream last night and it was so vivid I woke up, gasping, and startled. We were friends for almost 40 years.
On this grey morning, I’m thinking of a dear fellow traveler, dearest friend, fellow Aquarian born the same year, John a wild and brilliant wounded healer who should still be here. I may never know why he took his own life. It’s been a few years now but still feels so fresh as if he will call me at any moment excited with some new music I just have hear.
I appreciate your sharing, so much to think about and feel.
Also thanks for your rememberings of those who have passed. Yes, artists who we have never met can touch us in deep ways and we are right to mourn in ways as profound as their art.
Your mother often notes the passing days of friends and mentors which I think is wonderful and good. There is a special energy on those days and one of the worst elements of our society is the admonition to "get over it and move on".