Do you remember the Christmas invitation?
Not totally. Christmas celebration in the basement. (My brother Gary would be quite ah … thrilled). Christmas tree in the room at the Townsend. In retrospect I’m not sure if she would have been charmed or just quite sure I should keep my head out of the cookie jar. And who’s to say she ever ran across that missive. Perhaps she didn’t.
Sounds like you still have your head in the what–what did you call it?–cookie jar?
I’m smiling. Whatever. Whatever whatever whatever … I remember the little collage. A lady with a piano? Something musical. Some portent of a musical project. Years ago and now it’s a bit vague in my busy busy head.
You know, Mick was jealous.
Perhaps not, but you always did like to rib him for whatever reason.
He was.
I’m laughing. Well good. He tried to divert her share of the Sister Morphine royalties. Best not to mess with karma.
Or you.
Oh pshaw! Who am I? Just a “little nuthin’” Remember that?
Yes. Rasputina. (chuckle). “She liked perfume … and she had a lot of it too.” Jane just cringed a bit when she heard about you using three different perfumes on Christmas Eve.
That I was colorful seems a given. I can plead being provoked, cajoled and and and and
And the song?
Strange Weather. Makes me think of you. (smile)
Do you remember the Christmas invitation? Not totally. Christmas celebration in the basement. (My brother Gary would be quite ah … thrilled). Christmas tree in the room at the Townsend. In retrospect I’m not sure if she would have been charmed or just quite sure I should keep my head out of the cookie jar. And who’s to say she ever ran across that missive. Perhaps she didn’t.
Sounds like you still have your head in the what–what did you call it?–cookie jar? I’m smiling. Whatever. Whatever whatever whatever … I remember the little collage. A lady with a piano? Something musical. Some portent of a musical project. Years ago and now it’s a bit vague in my busy busy head.
You know, Mick was jealous. Perhaps not, but you always did like to rib him for whatever reason.
He was.
I’m laughing. Well good. He tried to divert her share of the Sister Morphine royalties. Best not to mess with karma. Or you. Oh pshaw! Who am I? Just a “little nuthin’” Remember that? Yes. Rasputina. (chuckle). “She liked perfume … and she had a lot of it too.” Jane just cringed a bit when she heard about you using three different perfumes on Christmas Eve. That I was colorful seems a given. I can plead being provoked, cajoled and and and and
And the song? Strange Weather. Makes me think of you. (smile)