I Was Born Free

"We're all one thing, Lieutenant. That's what I've come to realize. Like cells in a body. 'Cept we can't see the body. The way fish can't see the ocean. And so we envy each other. Hurt each other. Hate each other. How silly is that? A heart cell hating a lung cell." - Cassie from THE THREE

Last night at the Fiona show I was talking about Fiona’s crazy handwritten apology for her absolutely legendary Roseland meltdown, which I will get to in a few, but right now I am entirely focused on this extremely ominous note she wrote before that show.

This was back in 2000, before anyone was really “blogging” per se, but at the beginning of the “When the Pawn…” tour, Fiona tried a “Web 0.0” version (I JUST MADE THAT PHRASE UP!!) of blogging by giving handwritten notes to the people who ran her most popular fan site at the time, neverisapromise.com (if you go to the site you’ll find a 9/11 tribute, which is because it literally has not been updated since 9/11). She only kept up with it for four entries.

Feb. 29, 2000

I’m at my hotel with Paul & Jon Brion, & Mary-Lynn Rajskub, and Mark Flanagan (All my friends, who will all be with me tonight) and I’m about to go to soundcheck.  I suppose I am a bit nervous, just cuz it’s N.Y. and all, but it’s a subdued nervous, and I’m just going to have a good time for myself — then everything will go good. 

Obviously, I haven’t caught my stride with these entries, but the shows have been pretty great — last night in Wilkes-Barre, the audience was from Fucking HEAVEN.

Well, for lack of anything great to say, I’ll just say here I go, I’m a very un-subdued excited, and I’ll write again after the show (well, probably tomorrow)

P.S. - I’m doing the Letterman show tomorrow also, so maybe I’ll have something interesting to say then.

Love

         Fiona