Patti Smith

The great Lena Horn singing Stormy Weather. Good night all…..This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support the work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

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Greetings from Iceland. After making the little phone video we took a five hour drive to Akureyri. We have a small family style acoustic concert there. On the way the landscape, ever changing was breath taking. I took a few pictures for you and send good wishes to all….Our journey ended with fields of dandelions my most beloved wild flower….This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support the work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

Here is the actual window and a few more images as I am beguiled by boats.This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support the work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

Thank you for listening. I’m not down, just ruminating. Please take care, a few snapshots below. See you from Iceland. Happiness in Istanbul. Shot by Jackson Smith. May you all feel a bit of joy today!!!This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support the work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

Last night Jackson, Seb, Tony Shanahan and I performed a small acoustic concert in Vienna. We decided to try our hand at trying out a stripped down version of Fireflies, a song I wrote with Oliver Ray for Gone Again. It speaks of a widows deep longing and I have always found it too difficult, too sad to perform. It’s hard, if not painful, l to try something new; the risk of failure walks with you, but it’s necessary to the process. The video was taken by Janine Bub at the side of the stage. It’s quite raw, delicate, and held together by the thread of determination. As the song grows, develops and gains confidence I will send you another video. But I thought it may be interesting to hear as we all attempt new things and sometimes have to suffer the growing pains of the process publicly. But of course we prevail, don’t give up and keep our sense of humor. So far in Vienna I’ve been concentrating on revisiting The Third Man filming locations. Also the graves of A few master musicians. I’ve been a little frazzled from travel but have had amazing moments. The young people of Istanbul. Sardines and a wild sea in Brighton, and the Hall of Philosophy and the cafes in Vienna. Just sending a few snapshots before I turn in, wishing you all good health and the strength to maintain peace of mind.I will send more soon. Goodnight everybody This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support the work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

I have to catch my train so here are some pictures. see you soon This Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support the work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

This is Mother Rose. I did not make this video; it’s probably well meaning but not very interesting. But there is an image of my mother in the very beginning. I wrote this song when my mother passed away in September, 2002. Though in memory of my mother, I wrote it for my daughter Jesse. Tony Shanahan wrote the music. I thought it nice to share it on my mother’s birthday This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

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From The universe in Verse/ BrainpickingsIt troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held— The Heavens weighed the most—by far— Yet Blue—and solid—stood— Without a Bolt—that I could prove— Would Giants—understand? Life set me larger—problems— Some I shall keep—to solve Till Algebra is easier— Or simpler proved—above— Then—too—be comprehended— What sorer—puzzled me— Why Heaven did not break away— And tumble—Blue—on me—Emily Dickinson This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit pattismith.substack.com/subscribe

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