I'm sure these kinds of letters come off so trite. "I'm *such* a big
fan! Your songs, they mean so much to me! Here's my son I've
named after you!" and so on and so on.
And I realized why.
You put your *heart* into your songs. Your most intimate secrets.
All of us feel like your best friend.
And I bet it gets tiresome! :) [Well, not really...but then, I bet
it *does* really! :) ]
It must be the worst kind of...what's the word? There must be a word
for, "that moment when someone comes up to you like you've been friends all
your life but you can't remember their name, or where you know them from,
or even who the heck they are at all!" It must be the worst kind of
that, with all these strangers trying to be your best friend...
So forgive me if this is more of that trite fandom.
I wrote you a poem trying to capture that feeling I have that I've grown
up with you, that you are an old lover, that we've gone our separate ways,
but still care for eachother. There are lots of times I miss you and
just want to call you up and say, "don't be a stranger!" To tell you
about all the wacky things I've seen and done since moving away from North
And hoo-boy have I had some amazing adventures! I moved out here to
work at Pixar, and worked on "A Bug's Life" and "Toy Story 2", and -- the
best part -- built both computer models of the birds in "For The Birds."
That was my favorite part. I like building things. I went to
Burning Man for the first time in 1998. In 1999 I built a large water
fountain on fire -- a "firefall" -- called The Cauldron, and kinda got a
reputation for that -- the water protects you so you can even hold the fire
in your bare hands! For Burning Man this year, I'm building a much
bigger 3-tiered copper firefall, called "Egeria" after the Roman goddess
of fountains. I also just got married -- got married at Burning Man
in fact! Scott, aka Sparky, is an electrical engineer who designs microprocessors,
and is also becoming a well-know fire artist in the Bay Area in his own right.
He's also a fellow North Carolinian -- and even though I went to Chapel Hill
and he went to State, at about the same time, and we have *many* common friends,
ironically, we only finally met out here! Tickets to this concert are
my birthday present from him.
"Gone to Santa Fe" could've be me, if you'd said San Francisco and added
a lot more fire. :) I grew up in Saluda, and these are big things for
a small-town girl like me.
I miss you, David. I know you probably have a ton of other friends
to visit -- friends you actually *know*, not strangers like me -- but I'd
love to take you out to dinner next time, or brunch, or whatever before you
head out again, and introduce you to some of the most amazing artists you
could ever meet.
I've tried to talk to you before, I've always felt silly and awkward, and
fumbled my words, and always walked away feeling like a fool. I think
getting a "famous person's" signature is dumb. I'd rather give something
back instead and have the story to tell. [I gave an origami guitarist
to Pete Seeger, and gave an 8-ball keychain to Douglas Adams and sent flowers
to Leo Kottke who put them on the stage!]
This I give to you. A small window into a stranger's heart. It's
so small compared to the piece of your heart you give to us all. And
forgive me if this is trite anyway. :) I'm still just another adoring
fan after all. :)
Yours, a stranger/an old lover,
PS If you stir this poem around and find a song in there, I release you from
all copyright, blah blah, in whole or in part, legal blah, whatever.
I'd be very flattered, and I think other fans would understand these same
feelings. But jeezo, this poem sucks! :) I've been wanting to write
it for years, but scribbled it down this week before you came. It would
take a lot of work to clean up. Pay it no mind. :) But it's yours
nonetheless, to do with howsoever it pleases you. I'm just honored
you got this far in my [long] letter. :) I'll send you a new version
if I ever get a chance to clean it up.