Yesterday’s plan was to go to therapy, go shopping, and then to see Deni Bonet at Paddy Reilly’s Music Bar. I ended up not shopping as I forgot to bring my shopping bags with me to therapy but more importantly, I was surprisingly joined by Emily at Deni’s show. This is surprising as Emily lives in Massachusetts. She made a spontaneous short-notice trip to New York. When I introduced her to Deni I gave my usual “one-a-year family” description and then realized how off that now is. Emily is now frequently seen family. I’ve had a similar transformation with Deni. She’s gone from being one of the musicians I see most often, to one I didn’t see often enough, to now being someone I see regularly. She has a not quite residency at Paddy Reilly’s. That’s two great people to have more of in my life.
Thanks to the holiday week I almost forgot about therapy. It just didn’t feel like a Friday. I had slept late, I’m still having sleep issues, and was going through my morning routine and feeling tired. My thoughts were on skipping shopping, not going to therapy. Then just as I would have to start making breakfast if I wanted to be on time, it hit me. I didn’t have to rush, just not waste time, and made it to the train station with a few minutes to spare. Not only do I need therapy I enjoy it. I also consider myself a good patient for all mental and physical health needs; missing or being late for a session would be an attack on my self-image.
While at therapy I got the message from Emily asking if I wanted to do something and I told her my plans. I have a plan for this afternoon too, seeing a free performance of Beethoven’s String Quartet #15 at the Lincoln Center Library. I’m going to have to get moving if I’m to make that. I considered skipping it and I considered not blogging so I can see it but ended up opting for trying to have it all. When I’m done I can do the shopping I put off yesterday. I’m still not certain there’s a need to go food shopping.
When I got to Paddy Reilly’s it was busier than usual. I had trouble finding a seat. At that point I hadn’t heard back from Emily and wasn’t sure she was joining me. I ended up having to change where I was a few times and ended up standing by the end of the bar. That gave me the best view and I’m not happy on bar stools. I need back support. I don’t mind standing. Emily ended up in the bar stool next to me. Deni performed in her duo format with Chris Flynn. Deni has always experimented with her lineup. They each have their own strengths. Chris plays guitar, this is her minimalist accompaniment. He’s very good and that’s necessary to keep up with Deni on violin. Musicianship is an important part of Deni’s appeal.
I’ve debated Deni’s genre with her forever. She’s always been part of the folk world, she was a regular on Mountain Stage, but her music is not folk. I’ve called it Party Rock. She’s called it Pop. Now it’s hitting me that much of it is Prog Rock ala Emerson Lake and Palmer. I used to call it Classical Rock, but the rise of the term Classic Rock makes that confusing. Whatever you call it on some songs she plays fun melodies and lyrics like the B-52s and on others incorporates virtuoso classical violin. Whatever you call it, it’s my sweet spot.
As soon as the show is over my mind flips from hearing great music that I love, to being in a crowded noisy bar which I hate. Emily and I made like a banana and split. We ended up walking to Herald Square where we went out separate ways, her downtown and me uptown. It gave a chance to talk. I often walk by myself after a show, a chance to stretch my legs. It’s even better with a friend.
OK, now I’m on the same timing as yesterday to get to therapy on time if I want to hear Beethoven. Farewell wherever you may fare till your eyries receive you at your journey’s end.
Wise Madness 