I think for my own mental health I should get it together to write an entry from my home, Instead of always waiting to be somewhere else to write.
The weekend was gentle and rich. I spent it in Saratoga Springs, brought there by Ian Berry, the curator of the Tang Museum, and for the first time it was a non-work context. It was also the height of the race season, something I’d never experienced up there before. Temperate, groomed lawns, houses built to impress with their leisurely grandeur, I had my favorite type of visit with someone: one where there is plenty of time to be on my own. I love wandering in solitude or rather the mental solitude that being in towns with shops affords me. So it was hang out with people, shop, disconnect, look at some art in the museum, read, plunge inward, and also talk with Ian and his wife Monica, eat good meals with them and share a stellar musical evening.
The reason Ian had invited me upstate was to go to see Stew, someone I had turned him onto a couple of years ago, playing him a Negro Problem cd as we brove down to Baltimore to set up my show there. So this trip was a double delight, a chance to see someone who I’m genuinely interested in as a performer, and further an acknowledgment that my relationship with Ian was going to continue, to grow to real friendship and not just working together. There’s much more I want to write about this, but I’m going to leave it here so that I can take care of some business today.