Showing posts with label Nils Lofgren. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nils Lofgren. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Rainy Stoops & Valentine Nuts at Cornelia Street Cafe

We had a wonderful Valentine storytelling show at  Cornelia Street Cafe last night. Thank you, Steve Northeast, Jana Peri, Jacob Callis, Daniela Schiller, Katherine Wessling & Nick Zaharakos. I love your collective work.

Thank you, Robin Hirsch, Angelo Verga & Shannon for making us feel at home.

Thank you, everyone who came out on an overcast night to hear stories and songs about love from many different angles.  Please come back soon.

City Stories: Stoops to Nuts is every second Tuesday of the month @ 6pm. Our next show is March 13th.

Here are photos from last night's event and my stroll to the Cafe, plus a link to several other photographs from a rainy spring like Valentine night.

My favorite Valentine song from Nils Lofgren.

Thank you, Amanda Thorpe, for taking the top and bottom photos.












Sunday, February 14, 2010

Valentine


Happy Valentine's Day, Alison, I miss you, love, Dad

ps here is my favorite Valentine song by Nils Lofgren.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pd2whmhGelg


pss here's a February 14th memory


Valentine’s Day 1971 , I'm sitting at Nan’s kitchen table while she cuts vegetables for pea soup.
.“Thanks for the card. What are getting Gin?”
.“A card.” I answered.
.“What?” She stopped cutting which was a highly unusual thing for her to do. Abort a chore to talk? She was a multi-tasker.
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"I spent all my money on her Christmas and birthday gifts, I'm broke."
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"You like the girl?"
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"Yes."
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"Want to lose her?"
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"No."

"Then don't be a knucklehead. Get my pocketbook."
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She reached in and pulled out a ten.
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"Here, get her something nice, and if you don't spend the the ten, I want my money back."
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"Thanks, Nan."
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I bought two James Taylor albums at Woolworth's on 86th Street. Then, I went to Mickey's florist on 84th & First and bought one rose. I delivered the package hiding the records inside my corduroy jacket pulling them out after Gin took the rose. I got a long hug and a big kiss. She didn't let me go. Nan's mind reading skills were started to scare me.
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