all done

All Done On the tenth episode of Judy’s Jungle, Theresa Lodge joins us to take us through a contemporary landscape of music, that is absolutely beautiful. Theresa has been a close friend for over twenty eight years, she has been a staple friend through years of excitement and disappointment. She doesn’t ever budge. Theresa shares some jams and we talk about the different places where her and her partner eric (t-crow) have lived. It took me a day or two to listen back to what Theresa played and talked about, then, my heart was just filled with love. She completely made this a special one. My love for both her and Eric, their two daughters Edith and Faye, will always run deep. It’s easy to write a friend to ask them what they are doing, but with Theresa and eric, I always preferred to travel to them, to see them. It’s important to remember that the people you love are extremely special. They listen to you. Those mutual feelings are able to mold us in a very caring way. Running wild in the streets of New York city in the early morning. A jacket and a sweater. Big A agrees. The Batting Cages, the Polaroid pictures that could prove it. Theresa can easily forget about Ian Dury. Wigs in Santa Cruz. Living in Davis California and looking at plants. Portland and the bins. Long Beach, Portfolio, as you walked by, she would look you in the eye, slowly shake her head, and that meant no free coffee. Highland park was quiet and calm. Venice and the hippies. Learning about a song that could have been soft. Hollywood and Mid City are always weird. Exposition park, gourds, and exciting backyards. Theresa exemplifies love and concern for all of us. She then ends her set with Johnnie Frierson, “Miracles” and then we all return back to earth. *Disclaimer: Thompson street is in northeast not southeast Portland. Was still a beautiful place full of plants. Theresa is cool with fairy tales, and, maybe, jack McDuff “sophisticated funk” made her blush, then she said to people to “google It!” as we talked about the art work. Theresa doesn’t mess around. As we were waiting for the train, in Queens, right before we took it the wrong way. Theresa was eating an apple or plum, I can’t remember, and before the train came, the one that we would take us back and forth, she threw the fruit onto the tracks. As we looked at her she turned around said, “this is new York city, nothing really matters!” To all moms!!!!!! Thank You! p.s "all done" was the name of thersa's set list.