Nora Ephron died today, and it prompted me to return to writing about myself and my life and what I see around me as she did. I grew up as a writer and still write pages and pages of news copy every day. I influence my world around me by WHAT I write about in my day job in country music, but not necessarily how I write about it. I’ve also been working on delivering everything I say personally in spoken word…but the page is still so important. I want to get back to it.
Nora Eprhon impressed the crap out of me because of all the careers she pulled off. I’m obsessed with women like Nora who have taught and are teaching us how to evolve in life and then how to deal with aging. (I’m going to read her book I Feel Bad About My Neck soon, I swear.)
Nora especially stood out because she went to the all women’s Wellesley College, the alma mater of my good friend Sally Spaulding. Along with Madeline Albright, Diane Sawyer and Hillary Clinton, Nora was one of the noted graduates from that school who went on to really make a name for herself in journalism, screenwriting, directing, memoirs…I mean, it’s just brilliant.
I’m enjoying reading her articles and essays tonight. The New York Times obit was brilliant.
Goodbye Nora…I think I’ll download your book since I’m getting nowhere with this Keith Richards memoir.
My friends Randy and Kirby and I went to see Chromeo tonight. It was very fun because I have been entering a new phase of my life. See, I am 29, and I recently broke up with my boyfriend of 1.5 years. He is 14 years older than me, but he couldn’t rise to the occasion of me. (Thank God for spell check — there are several words I have trouble spelling, though writing is my livelihood)
Anyway, Randy and Kirby and I went to this show. Chromeo is fabulous, but it wasn’t as hot as the Scissor Sisters who I saw last weekend. Kirbs left after show, but Randy and I stayed up and loved on some Rosanne Cash. Rosanne is an AMAZING tweeter, and I got to interview her not long ago. She has finally grasped the influence of her famous family , but she hasn’t come to terms with HER OWN PLACE in country music history. Randy and I celebrate that place tonight. She has made country infinitely cooler, as has Emmylou Harris. These women took left turns and followed their own paths after tastes changed and the insecure assholes who call the shots at country radio said adios to them. I celebrate Emmy and Rosanne’s bravery tonight. Thank you for forging your own path and listening to your soul. It takes a lot of courage and personal insight to do that, and you have always rewarded me for following you on that path.
Please Taylor Momsen — don’t go to rehab. A performance slot on Letterman doesn’t mean ANYONE gives a shit about you.