to mark a day when we are young we party with our friends and yet to mark that same day as we age, many of us hide
i don't believe i bothered to acknowledge my own birthday, but today i choose to acknowledge his.

Happy Birthday grimaldi

May 8: Madison, WI ( Read more... )

( On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.. )

days go by
like a strand in the wind
in a way that is my own
I begin again

We're in the south and on our way to Missouri as I type this. The cool canned air of the plane's interior is tempting me into a gentle sleep. Calling like a sweet siren from the ocean across the water and to me, telling me to close my eyes and rock on the waves to the rhythem of the night ( Read more... )

The Blue Lamp is one of my very favorite songs. Blue Lamp was written about a blue lamp that my mother gave me when I first joined Fleetwood Mac. It's a very heavy leaded glass lamp that I carried on an airplane home with a friend of mine, she carried the base and I carried the shade, home to L.A. And we were really afraid it was going to get ( Read more... )

( just like a white winged dove )

We are tonight, in Alabama, waiting to perform tomorrow evening for a crowd of loving and loyal fans in Birmingham. This place reminds me of a song by a wonderfully talented woman, that plays within my mind whenever I am near to this place. Just as I hear Elvis in Memphis, although I wonder if now I will also be unable to forget that there is a ( Read more... )

On the eve of the first concert of the first brand new Fleetwood Mac tour in years, a tour without Christine and with new music, I am thinking of the past.
This was brought on by the arrival here of a man everyone should be blessed to know and love at least for a moment. The very talented, one and only t_petty. If you don't know him, go meet him, please ( Read more... )

Ah it's been so long, too long perhaps since sitting down here and writing. I give myself the excuse that I have been so very busy and I am an old woman afterall ( Read more... )