Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

Come state tutti? E’ stata un po’ vacanza, qui, tempo per cene con amici e bambini e gatti sonnacchiosi, e ora si torna a lavorare. Ho letto un po’ (Home di Marylinne Robinson), e visto qualche film che mi ero persa (Burn after reading dei Coen, e Sogni e delitti di Woody Allen). Mettiamola così, c’è tempo per fare rock e c’è tempo di zuppa, e adesso è tempo di zuppa.
How are you guys? A little holiday here, time for dinner with friends and kids and napping cats, and now back to work. I have been reading (Home by Marylinne Robinson) and watching movies I had missed (The Coens’ Burn after reading and Woody Allen’s Cassandra’s dream). Let’s put it this way, there’s a time for the rock gig and a time for soup, and now is the time for soup.
Tags:amici, bambini, Bryant Park, burn after reading, Canon Rebel, cassandra's dream, Coen brothers, color, colore, friends, home, kids, Marina Petrillo, Marylinne Robinson, nap, New York, Sogni e delitti, sonnellino, soup, Woody Allen, zuppa
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Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

(foto di/photo by A.M.Saddler)
E’ bello essere a casa, o, come l’ha messa Bruce nel New Jersey, “è bello giocare in cortile” :) La B è così felice che si arrampica dappertutto, me compresa, e mentre ero via ha finito di mettere la pelliccetta dell’inverno. Ho visto un artista straordinario concentrarsi sulle performance negli stadi a sessant’anni come se fossero club a venticinque. “Racing in the streets” ci ha lasciato in lacrime come neonati, “Adam raised a Cain” è stata di una profondità terrorizzante, e insieme a questo, la più gioiosa musica da festa che si possa immaginare. Ho osservato intensamente Bruce lavorarsi la folla di casa, modesto e orgoglioso allo stesso tempo, e parlare a favore dell’assistenza sanitaria per tutti la sera che la riforma proposta da Obama è stata respinta al Senato, mentre stormi a freccia di oche canadesi e aerei diretti a Newark volavano sopra il Giants Stadium in serate sia gelide che profumate di mare, fra le paludi del New Jersey afflitto dalla recessione. Ho passato un po’ di tempo con cari amici, fatto un picnic sotto la pioggia a Bryant Park, chiacchierato con incredibili giocatori di scacchi professionisti e senzatetto di Washington Square Park, percorso in lungo e in largo la metropolitana, saccheggiato lo Strand, visto i provini di The Americans di Robert Frank, e ammirato la gentilezza complessiva di New York a confronto con come stiamo vivendo qui nelle città. Non ho ancora guardato le foto, le posterò nei prossimi giorni. Voglio continuare ad assaporare ogni minuto del mio viaggio sulla Luna prima di tuffarmi nell’ultima stesura del mio libro. Ancora col jet-lag, stamattina ho cominciato il mio nuovo programma – si chiama “Alaska” e spero che vi offrirà dei bei vagabondaggi nelle letture dei blog.
It’s good to be home, or, as Bruce put it in New Jersey, “it’s nice to be playing in my backyard” :) The B is so happy that he climbs everywhere, including me, and while I was away he has completed putting on his winter fur. I have seen a tremendous artist focusing on stadium performances at 60 as if they were club venues played at 25. “Racing in the streets” left us all crying like babies, ”Adam raised a Cain” was scarily scarily deep, and along with that, the happiest energetic party music. I have intensely observed Bruce working his home crowd, humbled and proud at the same time, speaking pro-health care for all on the day that the Obama proposed reform was rejected by Senate, while wild geese arrow flocks and Newark-bound planes flew over Giants Stadium on nights both chilly and sea-smelling, amongst the meadows of recession-stricken New Jersey. I have spent time with beautiful friends, picnic-ed in Bryant Park under the rain, had the most amazing conversations with professional chess players and homeless people in Washington Square Park, travelled the subway up and down, runsacked the Strand bookstore, seen Robert Frank’s contact sheets for The Americans, all in all admired New York kindness if compared to how we currently live in our cities here. I haven’t had a look at the photos yet, I’m going to post them in the next few days. I still want to savour every minute of my journey to the Moon before plunging into the last draft of my book. Still jet-lagged, started my new radio program today – it is called “Alaska” and will hopefully bring you some nice detours in blog-reading.
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