A week ago I was driving across Ohio and New York state, listening to NPR. Thinking if we could just get this election over with, we could get back to real life.
A week ago, the leaves were blazing red, gold and orange. The sky was blue. My biggest worry felt like how to print more tea towels and let people know about my upcoming shows.
A week ago I was thinking back over a weekend of playing and singing and songwriting with a group of strangers who’d become friends. I flashed on their faces, hands on guitars, words and music they put together out of love. I reflected on the beauty of northern Michigan, and the country I live in.
A week ago I carried a container of leftover Chinese noodles in the front seat of the car next to me, as a talisman. It hadn’t been good in the restaurant and it wasn’t going to get any better riding in the car, but “just in case” I carried it with me, across four states.
A week ago I returned home to a clean kitchen and nice meal courtesy of Eric. I felt like a lucky lady.
A week ago I got up on election day and tried to pull myself back together after two weeks of travel. I voted on the way to the laundromat. Our neighbor shouted across the row of tables: “Nice paint job on the house!” and gave me a big thumbs up. We’d finally managed to get help painting the peeling parts of our house. Small town life, there is no anonymity. The whole polling place turned to look at me. I wondered how the neighbors voted.
A week ago it all seemed mildly amusing, when it wasn’t infuriating.
A week ago a friend said “Don’t worry, there’s no way Trump will win” when I was cooking dinner and we were sitting down to eat.
A week ago I lost my appetite.
A week ago Martin Stone was still alive.
A week ago Leonard Cohen was still alive.
A week ago, Leon Russell was still alive.
A week ago, Billy Miller was still alive.
I threw the Chinese food away.
The leaves are dead now.
The unthinkable has happened. This country has elected a joke as president.
I still have to print tea towels and let people know about the shows I’m playing, but I can’t stop looking at the news, Facebook and Twitter, and wondering what to do about the future.
This is real life.
I wish it was still a week ago. I wish I hadn’t thrown the Chinese food away.
Let’s hold each other. I’ll be playing and singing to celebrate the 20th anniversary and vinyl release of my debut solo album Diary Of A Mod Housewife:
- Wed Nov 16 New York, NY HiFi Bar
- Thu Nov 17 New York, NY HiFi Bar
- Sat Nov 19 Media PA Sixth St House Concerts
- Sun Nov 20 Vienna VA Jammin Java
- Wed Nov 30 BBC Six Music Marc Riley show
- Thu Dec 1 Glasgow UK The Admiral Bar
- Fri Dec 2 Manchester UK Fred’s Ale House
- Sat Dec 3 Louth UK The Pump House
- Sun Dec 4 Hull UK Furley & Co
- Thu Dec 8 Bristol UK Thunderbolt
- Fri Dec 9 Southampton UK Cafe Reflections
- Sat Dec 10 Cromer UK Cromer Community Centre
- Sun Dec 11 London UK Come Down & Meet The Folks
- Tue Dec 13 Brighton UK Prince Albert
- Wed Dec 14 Leicester UK The Musician