It's 3 am and I'm sipping on a cocktail as I sit here with Tillie Marie beside me...my ever present guardian and companion.
I was at the Aqua Lounge until 2 am talking about plans and ideas and rejoicing in my unexpected and treasured gift. I'm playing and singing again...to audiences who love me. I thought it was gone for good. That roller coaster of riding a room and making love to an audience. But a miracle happened and once again, I believe that prayers are answered. My lonely life has been transformed and I can now work a 9-5 knowing that there is something magical waiting in the wings.
I feel as if I'm accepting a Golden Globe. Here are the people I want to thank:
The men who were assholes because they helped me write songs that cause them ridicule and my audiences laughter.
People who wrote me off because I'm no longer young and sexy - this crowd loves me regardless.
My political friends who gave me rides and kept me in the game so that we are building a really awesome house district.
My hands that hurt but never let me down and will build up their chops again to really rock those 88's.
Thom and Kevin who gave me this place as an unintentional gift - I owe them forever for the lovely cocktail after the show that led me to this glorious new life.
Sister Alvara...the lovely, funny nun who said, after every strict and perfect piano lesson, "now play me something you heard on the radio." She gave me a voice.
My son who cajoles and helps and encourages and scolds me. He rises above his pain to care for his mother again and again. I hope that I can continue to be worthy of his concern and care.
I'm reclaiming my life and I couldn't have done it alone. I hope Jen is reading this because I want to thank her for insisting that I write something. She's hoping to get up in the morning and read a missive from her old sister-in-law. Sometimes, I hook up and write just because I know she's waiting for me. I want her to know how much it means to have a someone who cares about what I write.
This may just be my year. Whoever it belongs to, I'm claiming my portion. And, with a little help from my friends, my talent will now lead me through, once again. To my joy. My joy joy joy joy down in my heart...to stay.
God only knows when I'll get to sleep. No matter...the music afterglow is beyond description and I'm surrounded in its light. And, I must say, I really, really deserve it. Over and out for now.
I just want you to know I am reading this...I love you, my dearest Patti!
ReplyDeleteJen :)