We are listening to Elvis.
This is the first album he ever bought. He mowed Louisiana lawns for weeks to save up the money to get it. The lawns are huge, and he was very small. The push mower was also very large. Already it was clear the hardships he was willing to endure in order to get access to the music that mattered.
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He still has that exact same album in his possession.
Love, C.
Of course he was in the epicenter of the Elvis national blowup -- so close to Shreveport.
Love, C.
Happy B-day to him! I hope you both had a wonderful day.
We did -- he got his Ramirez back from the guitar doctor, after a 2-month stay in guitar hospital. So he's happyhappyhappy.
Then there was a party, and you and Ren will be shockedshockedshocked -- it was Ted Widmer and family and friends -- Ted had blurbed The World That Made New Orleans -- he hard Vaquero present at EMP and was just knocked out, I guess, and contacted the press or something.
We hadn't actually met before. The occasion was a party to celebrate Ted's book, Ark of the Liberties that the NY Times tore a new one for yesterday. Ted insisted on taking us to dinner afterwards.
To say the least, it was strange, but deeply interesting. These are not the sort of circles within which we move. Most of the guests at the party were friends going back to childhood -- same exclusive schools, concluding with Harvard, etc. After Ted's days as foreign policy speech writer and senior advisor to Bill Clinton, he's now the Director of the John Brown Carter Library at Brown University. His friends are academics (historians), journalists, advertising people, in public radio, etc. They are all comfortable, to say the least, yet there seemed to be a buzz of anxiety among them, the source of which I couldn't get a handle on. Ted, however, wasn't a subject of this. The other guests were publishing people, of course.
He's marvelous company. Quite proud to be a 'centerist.'
To a certain degree, we felt like the black sheep being shown off to show being 'down,' or something. A little like the way a poc must often feel, brought home to show the family and community how far the host/ess has moved from where everyone has stayed ....
Very interesting.
Love, C.
I saw your husband on his birthday for the briefest of moments on my way to a thing I had to attend on a boat for Rodney. He just seemed to pop out of nowhere on W. 34th Street. I loved it.
Catching up on reading your blog.
Aud
Picking up photos? Buying the new digital camera? That was so long ago now already!
We're now trying to figure out The Anniversary, which is Friday.
He got home last night, or rather this morning, since everything was delayed by 1 1/2 - 2 hours.
Love, C.
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