Stacy Horn

Tonight is our first holiday concert! While I sing this season I’m writing about singing this season. It’s kinda schizophrenic. Or maybe it’s more correct to say it’s kinda MPD. I have to do it and observe it. Actually it’s very mindful (the way I meditate, MBSR).

Bottom line, one of the pieces we’re singing tonight has this line and this line is what it’s all about:

Ye shall have a song, and gladness of heart.

Even in the worst of times, I’ve discovered, ye shall have a song. So, I’ll see some of you tonight! From Tuesday night’s rehearsal.

He’s smart, funny, he’s seems to be honest (but how can I know) and … he’s smart. I go for the smart ones. It’s why I fell so in love with Obama—he taught constitutional law! So yeah, I’m sad that Barney Frank won’t be around after 2013. I’ll miss his commentary and perspective. Sigh. Would you consider moving to NYC?

Oh God, that reminds me. I was reading people’s ads on OK Cupid and this guy says he hates homosexuals in his profile. He just comes out and says “I hate homosexuals.” Uh, okay. (Hide me.) In direct contrast in heart and spirit, my choir director began his email to us this morning with this Martin Luther King, Jr quote. “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

The aerial view I mentioned of my band playing outside on Monday night as part of the Winter’s Eve event around Lincoln Square. Thank you Gary Schutz of the American Bible Society for this great shot and for permission to post it!

Last night my band played out in front of the American Bible Society as part of an event uptown called Winter’s Eve. All up and down the streets around Lincoln Center bands and dancers performed, it was great. There was a wonderful happy, alive, festive feeling in the air. I have a video of an absolutely adorable little girl playing my drum during a break. I’d post it, but I know not all parents want pictures of their children on the internet. Someone who works at the American Bible Society got a great shot of us and the crowd from the roof and he said he’d send it, so maybe I’ll be posting that later.

Playing outside is my favorite thing and last night it was inexplicably in the sixties, while at the same time it was snowing down south. Uh-oh. End times.

I’m getting my hair colored FOR FREE this morning at Bumble & Bumble. By students. I’ve done this before though, for a free haircut, and the students are overseen every second by instructors, so I’m not too nervous. Okay, I’m a little nervous.

Here’s a shot of us from last night that I took from the back. I really want to post the aerial view though.

Before I forget, I started following the tweets of a poet name Melissa Broder because she tweets things like this:

“I love a crisis b/c it validates a lifetime of foreboding.”

For some reason I’ve always been attracted to the world under elevated trains. I love the look and feel of them, the stores you tend to find under them. Maybe because it has that in-a-fort sort of ambience. I took this coming down the stairs from the G train in Williamsburg in Brooklyn. I’m thinking of doing a series. Yeah, I like that idea. Except, I wonder how many times I say I’m going to do an “X” series and then never do.

I watched the Sanjay Gupta thing, “The Last Heart Attack.” I’ve decided against the coronary calcium scan, for now, but I’ve been furiously googling kale, collard greens and swiss chard. And, I’m leaving to go swimming in a few minutes.

I exercise every day, and swimming is something I do three times a week, but I’ve been thinking of upping that to four. Bill Clinton runs every day, and I think he said he runs for three miles. Swimming just feels so good. I tried to go swimming yesterday, for instance, and I couldn’t. They changed the schedule around and it was “kids only” when I showed up. So I did the treadmill instead.

Here’s the thing, when I go swimming, and if I don’t over-do it, afterwards when I’m walking home I feel blissful and full of energy. After the treadmill I did not feel at all blissful, and it made me feel worn-out.

Oops, gotta run. Here is Vulture Cat. He sat there for about five minutes, staring at the spot he was about to curl up in.