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Monday, September 22, 2014

...and rattle your walls....

9/19



To work early for the third straight day. This morning another tour with Jamie and a potential tenant. I do get tired of this. We do seem to be attractive to a particular kind of arts enterprise, Jamie thinks we could do more direct marketing that way. I just want to get on with it.

The middle aged man, wearing  a business suit,  who has come to see me asks if I’ve seen Sean. Turns out he’s a psychiatrist, ready to do the eval Sean needs to be provided housing through BRC.

I tell him I haven’t seen Sean for a day or so. He says he’ll look around the neighborhood a bit more,  lets me know where he can be reached, and is off. Not five minutes later, Sean appears outside the door.  We try and call the doctor, but he’s already gone. We’ll play phone tag for the next couple of days, just trying to get the two of them connected.

The filmmaker from the north of England near the Scottish border is in love with the building. Knows exactly what he wants to do. We schedule his filming dates.

I’m juggling a lot of balls trying to get to Princeton for a weekend international conference on poverty and peace where I am an invited speaker. Hard to break free for that in  the midst of planning details for the climate march.

Even though near exhausted, I take the train back from Princeton instead of spending the night there so I can catch the last part of Open Mic. When I get there, Joel is doing another improvisation with Rabbi Steve. They seem to have hit a very good place of  synchronicity and Joel is reaching some new levels, Steve seems to have given a breath of fresh air to Joel.

The newcomer played well
There’s a bright new singer who surprises me with both a Dylan and a Hank Williams. And his own.

Nick as always stretching to new places with his banjo.  Mandola Joe with a nod to the recent Scottish independence vote. Pat brings a Climate change poster with him for his set. 
Pat encourages us to march
As he talks about the march, Miryam interjects that she, well, doesn’t necessarily agree. Wonders about the carbon footprint of  environmentalist celebrities like Michael Moore and Al Gore. The good thing is, it’s all among a circle of friends who respect each other as players. And as if to underscore that idea, RL removes Pat’s poster after he’s left the stage.

For my set, I invite Alex the violinist, well fiddle player, to join me. On two originals. And then in honor of the Climate march, I do Dylan’s the Times They are a Changin’, surprised how fitting the words are, especially the first three verses, and my slight update of the third verse:

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’


Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a
storm  outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
The climate is a –changin
The times they are a - changin’

The morning trip back to Princeton will come all too soon….

RL and Alex finish out the night







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