Late for Your Life (Mary Chapin Carpenter)

My husband and I had tickets to see Mary Chapin Carpenter and Shawn Colvin this Sunday, April 5 (emphasis on had).  They are best friends, and I was so looking forward to seeing and hearing them swap stories, songs, and jokes.  I can wait...  :-)

We all know that concerts in real-life have been put on temporary hold and, in the meantime, many musical artists are offering up livestream shows instead.  What a lovely way to provide solace, therapy, and uplift.

Singer-songwriter Mary Chapin Carpenter has launched a new online music series called “Songs From Home.” Although she’s practicing social distancing by performing solo from her kitchen in Virginia, Carpenter’s debut episode finds her joined by a special guest, her dog (and “co-producer”) Angus, who wanders in and out of frame, variously staring out the kitchen window, offering his affection, and gnawing on a bone as Carpenter sings “Edinburgh.”

There are four more episodes, which you can find if you Google Songs From Home and Mary Chapin Carpenter.  Enjoy!  

To quote MCC:  Stay mighty.  Stay at home.

P.S.  I haven't requested reimbursement for my tickets yet, hoping the show will be rescheduled.  Not to be missed...  :-)



SONG:  Late for Your Life by Mary Chapin Carpenter

BOOK:  You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay

POEM:  spring again by Jesus Papoleto Melendez (Susan's note:  the format is exactly how it appeared in print...  :-)

spring came /
the same way winter left
& summer will come
& summer will leave;        slowly
          / when no one's expecting it
             when people are tired of waiting

like waiting for welfare checks /
          a long wait/             a slow wait

the windows are open
but butterflies don't fly in
to display a sense of love

           / only housefly enter
              to sit on food       & eat crumbs

& dreams escape /
& become stolen      & lost      & used
& wasted        & thrown away
& dreamed anew

the junkies sit on the stoop
& nod themselves into dreams
            / maybe into the ones which escaped
& stinkball is played
& on warm nights        the ghetto musicians play
our ghetto song
on garbage can tops         & bang on empty coke bottles
& sound real chévere

:tomorrow
the junkies will sit on the stoop
& nod themselves into dreams /
stickball will be played /
                                             the streets will become chalked
                                             with 1st and 2nd & 3rd bases

hop scotch will become a game
& tops will spin on sidewalks /

& everyone will anticipate summer.

QUOTE:  "We want to get this good music to as many people as possible because I think it heals, it soothes, I think music is incredibly important, especially in today's chaos." ~ Graham Nash