Still, I as a poet feel a special kinship with the folksingers. I confess, it may be jealousy that is the root of my kinship; I'd like to be alone on a stage with a guitar singing my poems. I can't carry a tune. I can't play the guitar. My poems don't have the refrain of the folksongs. They don't have the reassuring lilt of a song. I would wish that they did, but they don't.
Fortunately, others write folksongs. Amazing folksongs. Like Catie Curtis. I first heard Catie Curtis when she had just put together her first album, From Years to Hours. She came and sang at a local coffeehouse. I loved her. Her lyrics made me swoon. They were poems set to music.
But I'm not being radical when I kiss you***
I don't love you to make a point
It's the hollow of my heart that cries when I miss you
And it keeps me alive when we're apart
Is it morning? Is it night?
She don't know, can't remember which is dark and which is light
Is this the end of life?
She don't know, can't remember if she's young or if she's old
I've got my grandmother's name, but she don't remember who I am
Her music grew from that first album to now include a handful of CDs, online song releases, regular tours, and my favorite venue for her: Provincetown.
All of the women (wimmin?) of Woman-Stirred have been talking about how amazing Merry's show is because it captures our shared lesbian/bi/trans culture. Catie Curtis is an important part of that for me. You'll want to tune into www.wgdr.org on Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 4:30 p.m. EST to hear Merry interview Catie. The Woman-Stirred radio show starts at 4 p.m. and extends until 6 p.m. Tune in early--I bet Merry will be spinning some of Catie's early and current hits.