10.7.05 The Return

Last Night, Bill and I went to The Society for Ethical Culture on the Upper West Side. The event was “An Evening of American Satire”, with Art Buchwald, Barry Crimmins, Paul Krassner, Lewis Lapham, and Kurt Vonnegut. Bill’s cousin who works in publishing originally had the tickets and he and Bill were supposed to go. But his cousin couldn’t make it, so I was next on the list I think.

It definitely turned out to be a pretty good evening. All the speakers were good and were introduced by Sarah Jones who was in an off-Broadway show a few years ago called “Bridge and Tunnel”. She was excellent and I made a note to catch her next show, whenever and wherever it may be.

Each writer was entertaining in his own way, and Bill and I agreed that Lewis Lapham was the best dressed. Good to see someone on the left being a great dresser. Lewis said during the Q&A following the main part that a writer should write everyday much like a piano player plays everyday. It struck a chord within me.

Afterwards walking to the subway, we passed a side entrance where we saw Mr. Lapham steeping out for a smoke. I had just lit my cigar and we stopped. I thanked Mr. Lapham for his advice for a writer. He mentioned how Balzac and Kipling and Greene wrote. Totally different styles, yet the main thing is that they wrote everyday. Some wrote 500 words and that was all, some wrote a page. But the main part is to write. Everyday.

And so, that is what I resolve to do. Hence this being the first of many pages of things to write.

Earlier in the week I had gone to see Paul McCartney. Paul was unbelievably fantastic. At several points during the show, I found tears streaming down my face. Tears of joy, to be able to see the man who co wrote so many songs that are part of my DNA. Julio who came to the show agreed that it was quite the fantastic show. The rest of the week was all about Beatles and Macca songs.

I also met Song2. A friend that I had been chatting with online thru gay.com. I think he has a thing for me, but the feeling isn’t mutual. I like him a lot, he’s a real sweet guy, though he denies this. I have yet to see the other side of it.

I’ll write more down the line about Paul McCartney and Song2, but I do thank Mr. Lapham for his inspiration. Just a few syllables, but they certainly had gone a long way and rest in my heart. I intend to keep this up. I really do.
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