Thursday May 8 2008
Still occasionally smoking cigarettes, which is just horrible. But I’ve pretty much stopped doing anything else bad for me, which is good. Had to get my passport renewed, so to Kinko’s for the photo, and let me tell you I looked pretty thuggish and gruesome. Took several naps, and for some reason, tried writing a song, but I figured out that I was just re-writing “Home and Dry” which was kind of a disappointing revelation. But you can’t be deterred by these little setbacks. When my ancestor William Bradford was appointed to lead the Massachusetts 3rd divisional militia in the Revolutionary War, did he say: “Waaa!!! My feet are cold! I’m going home!!” Nope. He fought on like a bastard and gave the British hell! And so, just when you think you get something going, you hear the new Coldplay song and then I had to take another nap it was so good. That Chris Martin guy is such a badass songwriter. Really, it’s the melodies that meet all the standards of excellence. To Hopkins for dinner, then to PM with Kate York. Betsy and Tami and Bonnie Baker and Jeremy Lister and had one drink and saw the Eatons. Home about 10 and made a sweet potato.