Probably always has been one of my all-time favorite Bowie songs, this acoustic performance just destroyed me. After I don’t know how many times I have heard this song, this one performance really illuminated the meaning of this song, at least to me.. It is about childhood. It is not a “love song” directed to an adult paramour, it is a song about childhood and loss. It is about the intense love we develop for our best friends, in our youth. We never think it’s going to end, and yet we know that it might. We promise to always stay together, all the while knowing it’s an impossible prospect. But, in our hearts, we do. Those deep connections might fade, but they are always there and ever-present in our memories. I love that he is performing this song to a crowd with disabled children. The images of these children, in all their fragility, with their clearly devoted parents, is just heartbreaking. Bowie was indeed a special being, and I am grateful to have known, and to rediscover, his gift.
I am being pulled gradually back into this world that I left too many years ago. Most stories I brush aside, but something about this dancer’s story draws me in. I want to watch the films and read her memoirs!
The legendary Balanchine dancer Violette Verdy embodies the alchemy that turns music into meaning.
Ever since I moved to Portland in November I have been swept up by a frenzy without a moment to spare for writing and reflection. I plan to change that soon, but I’m not sure I will keep this Blog alive. I am in the throes of starting a new cleaning-consulting business, TURTLE, and I plan to have a website for it soon. I don’t know if I’ll have to time to come to BoP or not merely to check in an write about my life. It seems that “making money” has usurped all other ambitions at the moment since I am trying to become totally “independent.” Not so yet. I have friends and family helping me still. But this is my challenge. It has become my primary focus. I have so much to show and tell, but not the time to do it. I post my photography on Instagram and Facebook. it isn’t the same though as this. I will keep it open and come to it every so often, and when I get a chance to edit my videos I plan to post them here. It takes time and time is premium these days.
If y’all are wondering, I am liking Portland a lot. It reminds me a little of Philly, actually– the topography as it winds around waterways, and a similar color scheme. Of course the demographics are quite different, especially regarding the African-American presence. I do not see nearly as much abject poverty, and though there is a substantial homeless presence (especially downtown where I am currently working), they are by and large “white” people. The climate, oh dear, I have never lived in such a dark place. Days and days and days of grey wet weather, without a peek of sun. I find myself being drawn to the malls of all things. I need to get a “sad” lamp for sure. Strangely, I do not experience depression like many people do without the sun. I am not sad at all; just a little achey and slow. I want to sleep in the morning because I can’t tell that it’s morning! But then there are the people out there in the pouring rain on their bicycles! They are an inspiration to me on one level, but boy, aren’t they crazy? I have more than once almost run one over in the night when they whisk by suddenly out of the rain and wind-blown blanket of blackness. It’s like, DUDE, believe me, I cannot see you! I don’t want to inadvertently injure or kill some Portland bike-Nazi. I’d be run out of town by people bearing pitch forks.
Well, so may be this works. I can just tell it, and y’all can go to my Instagram profile to see my photography. Because it’s a pain in the ass to post pictures here. I have to take several extra steps that I just don’t have the time for right now. So I will provide the link if you want to see what I’ve been up to visually speaking. And that’s all for now, folks.