Thank you to your mum for her very salient comment. And, yes, I therefore clicked all kinds of orange links including the one that enabled me to read more about the colour orange. I didn't however find one that relayed your singing at Substack. Should I go on clicking some more?
Aha! But in fact even an orange click can’t lead you to that as there is no video evidence, only a mere picture… I promise documentary footage of something else this Sunday!
Lail come to San Francisco and see if you still want to be a hippie. Highlight of the summer was seeing Banana sing Hippie from Olema with a bunch of hippies from Olema,at Peter Rowan’s 80 th birthday show. Bring The family and Stoddard.
Thank you to your mum for her very salient comment. And, yes, I therefore clicked all kinds of orange links including the one that enabled me to read more about the colour orange. I didn't however find one that relayed your singing at Substack. Should I go on clicking some more?
Aha! But in fact even an orange click can’t lead you to that as there is no video evidence, only a mere picture… I promise documentary footage of something else this Sunday!
A joy! Thanks for sharing your songs with us ❤️
And thanks for the guitar! You should definitely play it!! 💛
… and we’re both Londoners.
Lail come to San Francisco and see if you still want to be a hippie. Highlight of the summer was seeing Banana sing Hippie from Olema with a bunch of hippies from Olema,at Peter Rowan’s 80 th birthday show. Bring The family and Stoddard.
Sounds like a highlight indeed! Here’s to one day in California!
That is, 6 stanzas of 4 lines each, off the top of me head.
Now you make something of it - or not.
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Brilliantly done, and at what speed! X
You asked, so… off the cuff
So cool that you've made it to Substack's HQ! Hope you're enjoying NYC :)
Thanks Leo, it’s been swell!
The designer of the chair wants to claim the blame from the blameless baby!
Ha! Truthfully I have only myself to blame. Myself and a threatening grape heading straight for the baby’s mouth…
... but why would anyone want to go back from San Francisco to NYC? The lover's riposte could only be, 'Pack your bags and come out here to me.'
Write the song!
A Riposte, for Lail
Come back from San Francisco?
But babe, it’s all too pretty,
And there in New York City
I grow cold.
It’s true we have the fog here
And wind whips through the Gate
But on the Bay the sun glows,
Gold wisps on blue and slate.
We pay a price for beauty.
You need someone to love?
Come here, my girl, and partake.
Transcendence glides above.
New York is monumental.
The headlands of Marin
Are pacific, eternal,
And then just sea, and then…
This town borders forever,
Poe’s City by the Sea,
And City Lights and Jerry’s nights
And Jan who crooned with glee.
Hey now - I love you, baby,
But I need beauty too.
Come back to San Francisco.
You left your heart here too.
Amazing! When you revive the salon this will have to feature… (but I’m afraid I’ll always be an NYC gal….)