Friday June 16 2006
I woke up at 6:45 with Posh licking my face and wagging her tail. It’s so hard to disappoint her sometimes. Walked and made some tea. Went back to bed for a little while and had Emily West, But she called and said maybe later, because she had to sing a demo. Then I think we were both relieved because it was so hot, I just didn’t feel like doing anything, and I didn’t feel very creative anyway, so we said we’d do it another day. She told me she went vintage clothes shopping, and found a great dress, but it was kind of expensive, and she was having buyer’s regret, and I told her that thing Greta Gaines told me after I bought a suit when I shouldn’t have: “You just gotta look good and move on.” Went downtown to printer’s alley to Parco Cafe with Roger and Jeanne and it was delicious, but it took forever and it was cold as hell in there. We went home and took a siesta and I’m still reading Paul McCartney’s book, only i’m skipping around in it. I want the McEwan thing to catch fire, but i’m not far enough into it, and it always takes a while. So. The Nashville summer paralysis has definitely set in, and the amount of discipline required to even go the movies seems hard to summon. I watched “Dateline NBC” special report on internet sex predators, and they are really just these lonely, sort of sad guys who are not very mature, emotionally, so naturally, the get along better with kids. And it seemed like a good night for shock value TV, so I watched several episodes of “Lockdown”, a show that tells all about maximum security prisons. It was a very moving show, and the inmates got to go to a special “Music Room” if they were especially good, and they were in there playing together and having such a wonderful time, and it really spoke to the power of music, to transport people away from terrible circumstances. All these murderers in there, jamming together. It was amazing. Fell asleep about midnight.