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Rage Against the dying of the light

10/17/2020

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For as long as I can remember I've always been the last one to bed. Might have a little something to do with the fact that I am a confirmed insomniac. Or am I an insomniac because I don't want to go to sleep? Here I am, at 12:30 AM writing this post while my family is tucked under the covers, fast asleep. It's just always been that way for me.

My song "Stay up with me Tonight" was inspired by Dylan Thomas' poem "Do not go gentle into that good night." Perhaps I have taken it a bit farther to say "do not go gentle into that good light!" While many people think of the over 50 crowd to be early-to-bed-early-to-rise types, I have seen my fair share of sunrises and called them bedtime. Sometimes it's just me on my own, I feel most creative at night! But it's so much more fun when I'm not alone - hence, the song. Stay up with me tonight!

So I rage on unwilling to quietly give in to the night/light. In "Stay Up"  I sing "we'll rage against the light" and by that I meaning morning. Although, there was that time, years ago in Barcelona... we danced all night until 8 AM well past sunrise when the young folk were just arriving! Ah, I have lived. And live I will continue to do until...

In my father's last days, I read this poem to him before I would leave him. Don't get me wrong, my dad could sleep through an earthquake. But he also lived his life to its fullest. He could rage like the best of 'em. I suppose I inherited a scary combo. My mother's insomnia, and my father's ability to party and tolerate Scotch. I miss them both terrible. Sun, Moon, & Stars, Mom.  Gus am bris an là, Dad.  This poem is always for you.

​Do not go gentle into that good night, by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

P.S. The ghost of Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, is reported to haunt the White Horse Tavern in Greenwich Village.  
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To THINE OWN SELF BE SPOOKY

10/12/2020

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Taking the artist name GHOSTE and making this album was more about revealing my truest musical, misfit, weird-ass-self than about assuming a new identity.  For so much of my life I tried really damn hard to fit in. As an artist. As a human. It never worked. Trying to fit in only made me feel lost. Like a pitiful creature struggling in quicksand. The more I fought to belong, the more I disappeared. Became invisible.

“When you turn 50, you become invisible like a ghost." That’s what my beautiful, late mom told me. If she were here today, I would lovingly tell her that it does not have to be that way. Aging certainly isn’t always a graceful process, but past the half-century mark, I’ve never felt more alive. Aging doesn’t make you invisible.

Trying to be something you are not, does.

So I created GHOSTE. My own space. My own rules. More about that later.

My unsolicited advice? Stop trying to fit in! Don’t obsess over what you see in the mirror. Look in, look out, look up, and look around. One of the reasons I love taking photos (check out my instagram @ghostenyc) is that it focuses my attention on the world around me. There is beauty everywhere. So much beauty in you. 

See, and you will be seen.👻
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Living with ghosts

10/5/2020

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When my father died almost a year ago it was a massive letting go. Of the man I loved and cared for, but also saying goodbye to my childhood home and the many *things* it contained all steeped in memories.

My sister and I managed pretty well, but I couldn’t part with the badly damaged rug in Dad’s bedroom. This rug (the larger darker rug in this photo) was in my parents’ bedroom from the time I was born. As a child, whenever I had nightmares, I would sneak into my parents’ bedroom with my blanket and curl up on this rug next to where my mom slept.

Now, the borders were badly torn and frayed, and there were gaping holes dug by chairs, the hospital bed, and years of neglect.

It would need magical, and expensive repairs. Bashir, a specialist, identified the rug as an antique Kashan (circa 1900). And in an impulsive, and emotional move, I sent the rug off with Bashir to be repaired. Wondering if I had made a huge and costly mistake.

Here it is, almost a year later, several feet shorter than it was in its original form. A beautiful Frankenstein‘s monster of a rug.

I’m still paying it off. 😂

Yes, it’s just a thing. An inanimate object. It is not my childhood. Or my mother or father. And we must be forward looking and not live in the past. But this rug brings me joy. And I will treasure it for as long as I am able. 🖤🖤🖤🙏🏼
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