The Prognosis

Many long days and nights have passed me by with this strange broken bone. Last Tuesday I learned that my beloved little bone had not healed at all over the past month. This news depressed me................................... and then strengthened my resolve.

It may not seem like such a big deal (a broken bone in your foot), but for this very tough albino blindo, having a broken foot has strangely been the most debilitating thing I have ever had to focus on, head on, and in a weird way it has been forcing me to deal with other strange hang-ups that come from a lifetime of stubborn independence.

So, I have been stuck in my tower, trying to force myself not to hobble around, booking flights to far off places, writing songs obsessively in 12/8, making movies, watching Hugh Laurie in everything he has ever done, getting use to the idea of myself as a solo musician/performer, drinking comfry tea and feeling like I am letting everyone down.

Here is Feist et all doing something cool.........

Every summer...why, oh why?

I guess I like the pain of being a part of this crew.  Let's make food for lots of kids, in the summer heat of coastal South Carolina, under a tent, and not sleep enough!!

Get back to work!!!! I might look angelic, but I can assure you, that is far from the truth.

I haven't had this much fun since I broke my foot

Recently my fun times are happening every few weeks.

This first fun with my two darlings Lucy and Linnea, making a leg bouquet on Alex's couch.
A few weeks later in the hospital with a broken foot and slashed tendons.  You may be able to tell I had been having a lot of fun before this happened, well I guess I was having fun in the ER too.
Then, a few weeks after that: after being house ridden and disliking it immensely I was at the funnest house show of all time.  This is not my hat.

This lawn music was only the beginning of the fun!!!

Lovely photos and words of/about FOX TEETH!

Oh Lydia, how do you get it all done?

check out  lydiasee.com for an inspired review of our last show! 

Fox Teeth begins!

Our darling lydia See took this photo, before we even had the thought we might need promo for our awesome band: Fox Teeth.   

The music is magical, and I feel very lucky to get to play the songs that come from the inner life of Joti Marra.

Here is a song from our debut at the Grey Eagle opening for Floating Action (an amazing band).  And there in the corner is darling Tyler Ramsey

A good review helps my broken foot blues

This review came to may attention today and it made me feel so happy!! It is a very good thing, when someone who has never met you can hear why you might want to make music.

Thank you Wildy's World!

Broken Foot

My friend Manny and I use to have this little skit/joke where I would pretend to be a baby deer.  He would ask me how my leg was doing and I would hobble around as he helped me, reminding me that I am too small to try and jump over such large fallen trees and the like.  Well, folks, I have gone ahead and done it.  

At my darling friend Rebeccah Mark's birthday party last Friday night, after many grand rock and roll adventures I, inspired by the music, got up on a chair and jumped off of it.  Now, for those of you who don't know my dancing style, I love props and chairs and anything I can get up on and then jump off of.  I pointed this out so that you would not think that this was a new feat of strength for me.  Well, I jumped off the chair and..........broke my foot?  "Well, that can't be right,"  you say.  Honestly, I am still in denial a few days later.  Apparently, the chair moved a little and when I landed I landed funny, similar to the baby deer's fate.  

Thank goodness alive, my darling friend Lydia was sober and smart enough to take me to the ER at 2:30 on the morning.  Lydia even got my pain meds (3:30am), and then we went to waffle house (4:00am), she carried me up my stairs and then helped me go to sleep(5am), all on her BIRTHDAY!  

Here is an x-ray that shows essentially the same break, just on the right instead of left foot:

I couldn't get my x rays onto the computer, but maybe the specialist can help me with that next week.

Things that suck about having a broken foot:

No walking

bathing is tricky

you have to wear a boot that is bigger than your torso

no dancing

big people have to carry you (this actually is not all that bad)

you become Rapunzel in your own house (thank god I have been growing my hair out)

you have no choice but to ask people for help

there are a lot more, but I gotta stop whining.

Here is a little Thomas Function (the music I was happily dancing to in Rebeccah's basement before the stinkin' foot break.)  Love you guys!!