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Happy Birthday Danny Greenspoon

Susan — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 16:02:51 +0000

…and Lisa Kent and Charlie Greenspoon.

Have you met Danny? What a goof. Who does he think he is? Big shot producer, wine snob, Scotch snob, wanna be tennis pro. Oh, and he thinks he can cook. What a goof.

Well, ok…maybe not such a goof. Great producer, generous friend, fantastic dinner companion, oblivious to weight gain in others (likewise changes in haircuts), all-round good fellow. Great dad and partner, from what I can see.

I love the guy. Happy Birthday Danny Greenspoon. I will toast you and your gang tonight.

Readers, forgive the specificity of this blog. But, it’s his birthday, after all.

Thanks

Susan — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 15:35:23 +0000

Just a quick thanks to everyone who contacted my on my birthday. Especially nice as I don’t list it on Facebook, so I know those of you who wrote or called actually remembered.

I saw a picture of myself with JP Cormier in which I look about 75 years old. I think JP (whose birthday is the same day) was squeezing me so hard that every bit of loose flesh was pushed into my head and neck. I assure you that I’m only 57.

I will not include the photo here. Or anywhere.

Thanks again.

List of lists…and some listening.

Susan — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 16:43:35 +0000

Years ago, I flipped through a book at a friend’s house and have since regretted not buying my own copy. It was a books of lists written many years ago, if I recall, by a Japanese woman of noble birth. The noble birth was what allowed her, I suppose, to spend years writing lists. Likes, dislikes, sub-categorized by colours, foods, birds, animals, sounds, smells and an ocean of other listable objects and/or types.

The hope of owning that book is lost to me now – I forget the title, the writer and have no guess as to how to search for it, even in this age of the search engine. I remember its charm and whimsey, the delicate nature of the records, the tiny observations that verged on precious, but I can’t find it.

I have my own lists now – not obsessive, not orderly, but I have them.

On-paper, I refer to these: to-do; grocery; travel; wine; birthday cards. Off-paper, there are: likes; dislikes; fears; loves; hates; grudges; things I should have said; things I should not have said; things I should have taken back after I said them (impossible); bad shows; good shows; no-shows; performance invitations I declined that I should have accepted and vice versa; secret material wishes; things I would change physically – character flaws, too; huge gaffes both professional and personal; long harboured bad deed guilts; lies I wish I hadn’t told; truths I wish I hadn’t told; animal names for when I again have a dog; letters I didn’t answer; favourite chip flavours in descending order; regrets.

These come off the top of my head at the moment, of course – there are many other lists I have missed. Of the above, however, regret stands out. It’s the one I least regret.

I could list many bad decisions, but given the richness of my life right now, I feel that I’ve made only a few mistakes. Others might disagree. If necessary, they could make a list of the dozens of stumbles and almost purposeful missteps that turned me away from opportunity, took me down the path of stupid.

For now, I’m sticking to my own list of lists. A fellow songwriter once wrote “my face is a map of my time here”. My face is not so poetic. My lists are a map of my life. So far.

Here’s a tune. Hope you like it.

06 Boy on a Bicycle

Across the pond

Susan — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:32:44 +0000

Tonight, I’m leaving on a jet plane and know I’ll be back again on the 13th. Wonder what will set my mind to spinning?

Over and out ’til next week.