the.
time
is….
now
so like i can’t stop thinking about something you said during our first few emails...
it’s 2am in la. you’re probably sleeping. it’s almost the witching hour. (are you sleeping?) it’s when the mind springs to life. it’s when it whispers. to you. in your ear.
i heard your voice
somehow. we hadn’t spoken. not in person. i heard your voice reading your words.
(anthony will not sleep, mommy can not sleep- cycle of life, death, rebirth)
it said:
nothing has been the same since.
i spoke to your voice. i said:
nothing has changed.
but it has you’re right and i knew that. i crawled out of bed to tell you. i feel like we connect on a musical, artistic, intrinsic, deep level. i am overwhelmed we get to do this together for our love of the man whose name it took weeks to be able to say again, for us all to be able to say again?? and i thought of what you said about us being trees. made me think. took me to a story neil told me when i couldn’t sleep (like today, without baby; strange) when i said to him, i said neil, you’re unique and he said there are thousands like me. when i asked where, he said, behind the trees. what trees? i asked. all the trees.
all the trees.
that’s where he is and if he is in the trees, he is in our instruments as he is in the air.
radio fuckin city music fuckin hall.
radio
fuckin
city
anyway
i think you said you’re flying in tomorrow which is perfect as i’ll be back in the city for rehearsals/etc/clothing specs- i have ideas. and we’ll have time before the winery to practice and everyone is super nice and its such a good vibe and the duke would be proud, i think.
then i heard it again just now, your voice. it said: everything has changed
it always is. it always will.
xo afp