Last night Symphony Space hosted an evening celebrating Joan Baez’s book of poetry When You See My Mother Ask Her To Dance. We read her poems talked of writing, activism, and the creative process, not without a good measure of humor. No singing, the music contained in her words. When I listened to Joan, a senior in high school in 1964, it never came to mind we would become long distant pals. Amanda is a great person, and treasured writer for The New Yorker. We three, all Capricorns, made a good team.
It was pouring rain but the people braved it. I was with Lynn Goldsmith and she took the pictures. On the way back we reminisced on the music we were listening to back then. Joan and Bob and Bo Diddley. I came home and put on some Bo Diddley, who I share a birthday with. Joan, being a pretty wild dancer would have certainly joined in as I took the stage in my hallway.
I’ll read some of her poems in the next couple days, but for now here is Bo. Check out his guitar player. Electric with a gown…..
I love the gown wearing woman playing guitar and fancy footwork. Multi-talented!
Beautiful, Patti, thanks to you and Joan for all the music and poetry.
love from another Capricorn.