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
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Friday, April 3, 2020
Late for Your Life (Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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Labels: coronavirus, COVID-19, healing, Henri Nouwen, Jesus Papoleto Melendez, Louise Hay, Mary Chapin Carpenter, National Poetry Month
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