neil-gaiman:
sarcasmgal-blog:
THE MAGNETIC FIELDS ARE DOING WHAT
They are on tour. Look:
Presale info is being released right now at
And here is a 22 year old photograph from The Bottom Line club on Sunday, June 17, 2001. It was a double bill. We each did two shows that night.
Weirdly, I was the one they spelled right.
The Bottom Line was New York City’s living room. Not so much small and intimate as comfortably crowded.
It was on Father’s Day (US) so Neil read us Blueberry Girl.
Blueberry Girl was a gift for Tash, Tori Amos’ daughter, and was private.
Neil asked us to turn off any recording devices, so the poem wouldn’t leave the room, and you heard clicks, and then silence.
Neil shared this sweet secret poem with us for Father’s Day, a poem about mothers and daughters.
I’d taken the L from Sheepshead Bay into Greenwich Village to have an adventure, leaving my mother and father behind with my grandparents to see Neil.
My family was unhappy that I’d put my own wants ahead of Father’s Day expectations. But then they were so often unhappy with everything. Still are.
Blueberry Girl captured an aspirational relationship, not the one my mom experienced raising a crying, irrational being. The expectations of the time were that it and her arguably more rational husband were now focus of her identity. She was only 24 when I showed up.
I’d kissed 24 goodbye almost a decade before 2001, yet I was still a tremendous fuck up at meeting family expectations. I failed at doing the things that I saw made my parents miserable. Blueberry Girl was a beautiful poem, but that it would relate to real mothers and daughters was a bit of a laugh.
But I wished it wouldn’t be. And I’m glad it’s no longer a secret.