Sunday Street
The weather was fine again today; I spent five hours out on our little suntrap of a front patio, waving to, and occasionally talking to, neighbours. Towards the end I was accompanied by a glass of a good Primitivo, and you can’t really say fairer than that.
For most of today I was focused on the second pass through the manuscript of the novel. I finished that this evening after four days; fingers crossed I’ll type up the changes tomorrow (I prefer to edit on a paper manuscript).
Otherwise, not much to report: a typical Sunday
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Music: I saw Dave Van Ronk at the 16th Cambridge Folk Festival, and over the succeeding years bought a lot of his LPs; later still I bought a lot of his cds (I even have a credit on one of the posthumous ones, though not for anything more than being a middleman). His final cd and the tin pan bended and the story ended was recorded at his final performance, given the day he got the diagnosis of the cancer that killed him. It’s a cd that I love; I firmly believe he knew, or suspected, it would be his last performance and put everything he had into it.
Here’s Sunday Steet and what turned out to be his final public performance: Joni Mitchel’s Urge For Going
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