Last Friday I went to a little dive bar around the corner from my apartment to see a new friend play some good old American covers.
Bar 96 is one of those nondescript hole-in-the-walls.
Perry Leopard and his Caballeros Simpaticos humbly set up in the back. After a few tunes, a woman joined to sing a few songs. That’s when I did a real double-take.
Turns out Lucy Dixon has her own jazz album and was a long-running member of STOMP. You know, one of those multi-talented dancer/singers. Check out her Myspace page for some much better sounds than I could capture on my pocket camera.
Her voice was amazing. I loved the surprise of being in this low-key neighborhood bar and then, bam! Talent!
Continue reading ‘Dive Bars and Classy Cocktails’
Sunday was one of my favorite semi-annual events in Paris: the English-language used book sale!
Twice a year SOS Help holds a 4-hour extravaganza where eager Anglophones come to stock up on new (to them) reads.
I like that the money goes toward a good cause, but selfishly what I really like are the prices. All paperbacks go for 1 euro, hardcovers for 2.
Guess how many I picked up? 35!
My loot from the book sale
This was the limit of the cash in my wallet and the amount I could physically carry back with me on the metro. I always come equipped with a large bag to the sale, but what I really need is a rolling cart!
Continue reading ‘Books, Glorious Books!’
This week I finally returned to my dance class after … (ahem)… a 4-month hiatus.
Part of that long period was summer when there was no class anyway (some activities in Paris simply shut down), but since September it’s been a battle to get back.
I got caught up in rentree madness; every single Tuesday there was an expo or reading I wanted to go to at the same time.
Then my neck gave out.
So this week…finally! The triumphant return!
Continue reading ‘Breaking It Down to Jacques Brel’
Before I moved to France, the word ‘osteopath’ was not in my vocabulary, much less a person I would actually go see.
Give me five years and several stretches of fifteen-hour days behind the computer, though, and an osteopathe becomes a savior.
Not a chiropractor or a physical therapist, the osteopathe as far as I can tell is someone who uses manual manipulation to treat musculoskeletal problems.
It’s not exactly a newsflash that the human body isn’t meant to sit at a work station staring at a screen all day. And yet, alas, this is the fate of so many of us.
Back in May I had a crick in my neck that wouldn’t go away. After a few days it was not just a crick in the neck but a major pain in the….well, still the neck. I couldn’t move my head, I’d moan when I had to turn in bed, I felt almost paralyzed.
Continue reading ‘Faux Pas Friday: Outing to the Osteopath’
I have a wee statement on “compression” in writing over on Matter Press today.
For any flash fiction writers or flash poets (?) out there, Matter Press’ Journal of Compressed Creative Arts is a great market for your work. They’re looking for submissions under 600 words, they pay $50 bucks a pop and they usually respond within a week.
Speaking of compressed statements, did you know I’m on Twitter? Tweeting 140 characters at a time over there, come join me!
I can’t even talk about how much this song touched me when I first heard it.
(Hint: sobbing mess).
And now Paris as backdrop!
Now I’m just happy to have all this beauty in one place: that voice! those words! this city!