"But I had a dream last night
Of lovers who walked the plank
Out on the edge of time
Amidst ridicule
They laughed as they rocked and reeled
Over the mining fields
Coming to rest on this ship of fools
But he just took polaroids
Of her smile in the light
Of the dawn of the menacing sky
And before they went overboard
She turned and held up a card
And it said Valentine."
Polaroids, Shawn Colvin
The above looks like a decapitated At-At Walker . . . Back in SF, SOMA not NOMA but it makes no difference. SOMA by office is blown up due to Transbay Terminal construction but it's really cool. Road Warrior meets Class A office, glass height and no operable windows. High speed elevators and lots of good food. Walking around at lunch yesterday over-joyed at being here. Three blocks from the bay. KO so happy; this is much much better.
More office time is required which means the physical part is harder than ever. Do nothing on Sunday, not even a dog walk. But frankly pretty fucking sore from Saturday's blowout, which is unusual.
Monday
Pradeep's 6:30 which is 90 minutes of focused work. We have a signing ceremony at 5:00, opt for Pellagrino not champagne. New partner JA is there in his Stanford workout shorts and Tai Kwon Do sweatshirt, which makes me feel even better about the whole thing. Completely drenched after Pradeep.
Tuesday
Lots of office time and then up to ct for 6:45 small group:
5 clean and press 5+5 alternating MP, 20kg, 24 for last
6+6 snatches
10+10 one arm swings 16kg
x 8
Last set up to to twins 24's and 20 on snatched and swings, should have been there the whole time
Wednesday
Two miles in am and then late MH class.
Thursday, nothing.
Friday
In early. Week has been stressful and diet not so good, not feeling real strong. Start with 10+10 16g one arm swings x 5.
on to main event . . .
Presses, clean 20kg, 24kg doubles and do alternating mp 5+5
1+1 32kgx2
10 front squats, twin 16kg
10 reverse pull-ups, slow slow down
10 deck squats, 8, then 4 kg for counterbalance.
3x
32kg swings 15/15, 10 reps x 5
24kg swings, fifty straight
32 kg swings, 20/10/20
24kg swings, 30/20
Better. Long day . . .
Leave at 5:30 to go drive Shawn Colvin to her gig. She says nothing save hello and her tour manager is a loud cheerful sort who shields Shawn through force of her own personality. Sitting in the designated high chair, first set is a pleasant heartstabbing.
Susan S meets for second, and we are guided to seats close front off to the right. Shawn comes out; she is in profile and we can see down the neck of her guitar. Her hands on the strings, her lovely profile and the mike make a perfect triangle. Set list is completely different than first set; doubling up only for a Tom Waits tune I can't remember the name of. She is warming up and after 15 minutes she looks at the set list, makes a little face and asks folks what they want to hear. From there on out its magic. She picks up Tennessee http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XyuzyvvyUM&feature=related, Polaroids, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TumnvSZsuTA&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL Shotgun Down The Avalanche, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1PlP6_9siM&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL covers of You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go and Talking Heads This Must be The Place http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5ChC_n5JZY&feature=related. She leans back, closes her eyes, and the songs pour out. The audience is dead silent until a song finishes, then it erupts. She is laying back and feeding off it, and the second set stretches to 90 minutes plus, completely different musical experience. She finishes her three song encore on a duet with Mary Anne ? doing James Taylor's You Can Close Your Eyes. She does not play Sunny Came Home again, for which we are appreciative.
Today, drive around all day picking up and dropping off the spawn. Go out at dusk, for 30 minutes
15/15 16kg snatches, seven rep pace, x 60.
Late, feed Brigid and the friend. It's 9:50 and Ian needs collection, drive down, he hops in radiant from a day of Halo and teenage conversation. I have Shawn tripping on Polaroids, still glowing. He listens thoughtfully for a moment: "You mind if I put on Whipping Post" Uh, no son. I don't mind a bit listening to Duane and Dicky rip it up. From there it falls to Iron & Wine and Trapeze Swinger and as usual I try to downplay the tears.
Oh, the late show.
I don't know no love songs, but I can't sing the blues anymore . . .
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