But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun."
Bob Dylan, It's All Over Now Baby Blue
Barry Hannah died on Monday. What a voice. The guy wrote and spoke in pictures; in perfect cinematic paragraphs. Quotes from The Oxford American 2001 interview: "He [William Faulkner] liked really long sentences. I like to examine the staccatos—the telegraphed, quick, hard images." http://www.oxfordamerican.org/articles/2010/mar/02/barry-hannah-19422010/
Who talks like that ?
No one earthly.
Came in last night to Broadway Barry. Himself, going off on Sweeney. Which leads me to Company, and Barcelona. Focus on the lyric and timing, instead of the irony of Richard Chamberlain in bed with a young and very hot Bernadette Peters. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnDyF4ioml0
Can't stop there with Sondheim. Gotta go to Desiree. There are some who can't stand it; even he seems a bit embarrassed by it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWC5qfVnsVs
"I wrote it in two days." he says, apologetically. "Isn't it rich. Isn't it queer. Losing my timing this late, in my career." Add those lyrics and music with Judy Dench, and I am riding on public transport trying not to cry. Fucking genius. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEQrZzjXbnE
So there is Barry, Hannah and Sondheim on parallel tracks heading into trial call with the Honorable GH in the Fremont branch of Alameda County Superior court this am. Picked up by client at 7, deposits me in front of the courthouse so he can go walk his dog before trial. Standing in a long line of other petty thieves to get past metal detectors. Them discussing the relative merits and anatomy of whatever public defender has been assigned this time to their file. Me looking for escape.
Get in, Plaintiff who has vigorously prosecuted his half million dollar claim to date is not there. Fifteen minutes go by, GH takes the bench: "Have you talked to him", "No your honor, notwithstanding my best efforts, and recently his voicemail has been full" "What do you want to do counsel ?" "Move for dismissal" GH: gives it a beat, then "We give him ten minutes." My client, not understanding, says, whats up. "You're about to get a gift." I head into the head, bang the door closed, and plot. Neither Sondheim nor Hannah are going away, humming just below the surface.
Back in at 8:59, GH takes bench at 9:01, looks at me and smiles, "I am punctual" "Actually your honor, you are a minute late." He drives a stake through the plaintiff's heart, I turn around from the counsel table and say to the client, "you're done." Judge leaves the bench smiling slightly. Client, under a cloud for five years says "Did you know that would happen." "Hoped, but wasn't going to tell you, the law moves slowly, until it moves decisively, then it moves fast." "That's a good line." "Not the first time I've used it."
He is so appreciative, thinks I am a genius. I am not. At best, after 20 years sometimes I know when to talk, and when to shut up. Nothing more.
Hannah, genius. Sondheim, brilliant. Dylan, astonishing. Rest of us, standing in awe.
Tuesday, four miles, no mas.
Wednesday,
5+5+5+5 push-ups ro 24kg renegade rows
10 bodyweight squats+2 16kg squats, to 10+10 alternating press
45 second mtn climbers
10+10 16kg tactical lunges
3x
30x10 24kg swings
1-5, 1+1x2 24kg TGU
6-8 10+10 TRX Y to W
9-10, blow through last 60. TRX stretch.
Thursday
4 miles,
60 min yoga
Today
Bail after 11:30, in for MH 12:00 yoga
Later, marsh walk at dusk.
Kingfishers.
About a thousand swallows.
Kites hunting and Harriers cleaning up.
Two incongruous swans.
Really happy dog.
Maybe next year.
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