I love the way bits of life intertwine with other bits. There are funny connections everywhere if you look even a little bit. I am writing this while listening to the song ‘Twin Cities’ by Everything But the Girl. This is a band I quite liked in the ’90’s – I was put onto it by a friend I knew at the time. The cities are Minneapolis and St Paul, in Minnesota in the US, though of course in the song this twinness is a metaphor for the relationship it is describing. The singer in EBTG is Tracey Thorn, and I found out when trawling the internet, looking up, of all things, the actors who have played Miss Marple, that she had written a memoir.
The daughter of one of said actors (Geraldine McEwan, my favourite of the recent BBC Marples, though those series can drive you mad) has a blog where she praises Tracey’s memoir, so I ordered it and have just finished it this morning, and have found the cd in honour. The song reminded me that I spent a little bit of time in the US Twin Cities (in a basement flat in St Paul) in 1994. It was winter, and freezing cold; I have never been colder in my life. It would be a feat to find my photos taken at the time so those below are from the internet…
Sometimes it felt that my face, the only part of me uncovered, would fall off it was so cold. The river (Mississippi) was frozen solid when I first arrived, a beautiful grey snake.
By the time I left, it had started thawing, and colour was slowly returning to the city. So it is all a nostalgia fest at my place this morning, with music from 20+ years ago, and memories from then too, of a place that goes on existing on the other side of the world, with a river that is again thawing, and life goes on connecting me to you, us to them, times past with times present, music to words and so it goes, so it goes.