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It's easy to get stuck in a rut.
It's just as easy to bust out of it.
Dive in. Shake it up. Try something new. Break the rules. Venture a little farther. Know your limits. Transcend them.
Choose a different seat. Try a different perspective. There's no such thing as a detour.
Windex really does fix everything.
Life isn't about winning or losing. It's about the people you're with. (And Stella Starfish.)
Televised world championships of cornhole exist. (You can't spell SAUSAGE without USA.)
Bright lights and screens were designed to take our money, so proceed with caution.
We don't need all this stuff.
However medieval-themed blacklight mini-golf - complete with an alternative hits of the 90s playlist - is a fantastic investment.
Sometimes pointlessness is the point.
After all, the world is round.
We are nature.
There are places where you don't have to worry about your bike getting stolen.
There's no right way to do anything.
If you think you can, think you can, think you can, you will make it up the hill.
When you feel scared, scream.
If screaming seems inappropriate, there's probably no reason to be scared.
However it's okay to sit some rides out. ;)
Nothing lasts forever.Yet the present moment is infinite.
Once a kid, always a kid. (This is the house where I was born.)
So there you have it. Souvenirs from summer vacation. Now I'm typing in my pajamas and a down coat listening to rain on the roof, settling into fall vacation... everything feels like vacation when I'm not touring. But then tour often feels like vacation... I guess life is a vacation. A working vacation, but a vacation no less. As long as we play in our work and work in our play.
I tweaked the site a bit... added a new photo:
My friend Kristijan took it on his roof in Zürich, the same apartment where the Let It Breathe cover photo was taken. We were excited about this one for the cover of the next album. The working title for the past year and a half has been One Woman. It will be stripped-down. Solo. More like how shows are. I'm pretty certain it will be a Laura Meyer release, though Cygne has a bunch of songs stockpiled, too. I'm documenting the process on patreon. It feels good to be slow. There's so much more time this way...
Sending love <3
Laura / Cygne / One Woman
always & forever... <3 <3 <3 x infinity...
So... much... rain. It's been a very wet summer here in the NE. Wet when it's raining, wet when it isn't raining (it's always raining). I ain't complaining - the plants are happy and it's still warm enough to get out and boogie. But the days are getting shorter so I need to establish a cold-weather plan NOW because I get SAD if I don't move (I get SAD when I do move, too, but not as BAD) and it's gonna be hard to boogie out there in the dark and ice.
I was just looking up dance studios in my area which led to a search into the history of jazz which led to this video... almost enough to make me want to sign up for tap dancing lessons... but I doubt I'd find a playlist this good. And the playlist, we all know, is everything. <3
When was the last time you took a class? Signed up for something new? Something old? Something that'll feed your soul and make your inner child squeal with delight? I recently signed up for a pottery class!! So stoked. This is the first fall since forever I'm not touring so it was nearly as exciting to commit to a ten-week class as it will be to take the class... nearly. I fell in love with clay when I stayed at the Beatrice Wood Center back in 2011. One night I slept on the floor of her old library and awoke to voices of dinner parties past... ever since then I've heard her whispering from time to time, urging me to get my hands in some earth. Thank you, Beato.
I'm crushing so hard on Sandra Boynton right now. Do you know her? You know her. You've probably given or received at least one of her greeting cards:
I met her this morning and before I realized who she was I was already crushing because she was so incredibly kind and gracious. And then I Googled her... and I realized she's not only the creator of at least 75% of the staples from my nannying days, she's also at the heart of some of my earliest childhood memories. Early, formative, joyful memories of falling in love with words and pictures and silly hippos that made this strange planet seem more familiar, fun, and faceable.
Her work is hilarious in the most brilliant way, a wit that highlights the joy of play for all ages, something that is extremely rare and direly needed now and always. Plus she loves chocolate enough to write a book about it. I'm in awe of her. Look at what this woman has created.
After spending a good chunk of time laughing out loud on her website I ordered a bunch of greeting cards and I'm going to have a hard time parting with them... but they'll be the next batch of mail that goes out to my patreon peeps. :D
Have a great week! New tunes soon!
Last week I went to see Won't You Be My Neighbor? Have you seen it? It is such good medicine... especially when it feels like the world's experiencing a shortage of leaders or - let's be honest - adults. I loved watching Mister Rogers' Neighborhood as a kid and I credit him with introducing me to music and songwriting, as well as enabling me to navigate the emotions that feed music and songwriting. The documentary surpassed my expectations. I cried five times and I guffawed at least twice that. When I got home I did a quick search and watched the first episode that came up. Of course it's about music, starring one of my heroes, Yo-Yo Ma. :)
Love is at the root of everything. - Fred Rogers
This song has been running through my head in recent days. My heart aches for the families separated at the U.S. border. I can't sleep. I can't think about anything except those poor motherless children and childless parents. Only a voice as powerful as Richie Havens can hold me steady now.
When I was thirteen or so I got to see him perform this song in my hometown. It was as close as I'd ever come to meeting god. In fact, I did meet him - he towered above me with a wide open smile and shook my hand (which I didn't wash for days), infusing my palm with the electricity of nothing less than an angel's wing.
Thank you, Richie. <3
In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life — no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed my the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.
As a teenager I underlined and starred these lines by Ralph Waldo Emerson, going over I become a transparent eyeball a second time with green marker. I hadn’t read them in years until, arriving home from the woods and "randomly" pulling a book from a pile, this is the passage that greeted me. :)
Our internet has been down since the storm (a couple weeks ago) which means that I'm even more out of the loop than usual (which is very out of the loop). Plus I live in the woods and my neighbors are (in descending order of population) bugs, birds, mice, chipmunks, squirrels, deer, raccoons, horses, and humans (very rare sightings) and none of them have been online either. So I've been deeeeep in my hole and, I'll admit, proud of my monastic ways. I actually thought I'd be able to maintain them when back online. HA!
Now that service is restored I've been binge-watching Dave Chappelle and French children's movies, and tonight I fell into my favorite, "let's Google people I went to school with and feel shitty about myself." Yes... I do this. Very rarely, but after a long period of abstinence of course I'm going to go deep into the other extreme. And I'm glad I did. Because it led me to this:
With hundreds of millions of views I guess this is old news now? Like that big wedding and all those funerals? We churn through everything so quickly now... and yet some things reach through the screen, grab us, and don't let go.
I can't remember where I first saw this video but I bookmarked it for rainy spring mornings such as this. Watching Arthur move I can't help but want to move, too.
Have a great day!