|A Los Angeles Childhood - Gonna Take A Miracle - Remembering Laura Nyro|
|Tuesday, 27 December 2011 23:08|
The speakers in my car blared ‘Gonna Take A Miracle’. I had it turned up as loud as I could on that drive up to Taos. Laura Nyro had just died. The album I listened to was composed of all of her favorite songs. Up on The Roof, as well as Gonna Take A Miracle. How could she be dead, as if she never existed when in my world, she carried me through treating the youngest alcoholic patient ever admitted to USC County General Hospital, with the song, Wedding Bell Blues. His name was Bill, and when I fell in love again, Laura still carried me through with Stone Soul Picnic, and When I Die, There'll Be One Child Born To Carry On.
When I got to the workshop I was driving to in Taos, I asked everyone, so has anyone had a child? Anyone at all? Give me a name. Laura, through her song had told me there would be one child born to carry on.
Laura Nyro would never again compose another song or that opera I always thought she would write, because she was such a wonderful storyteller, a shaman, a gift, my light.
That time at the Troubador Nightclub when I sat upstairs and Nyro walked by and my friend Lester Chambers said, "Do you want to meet her?" I told him no, because I didn't want to break any illusions I had of her, the way her voice ached when she sang, "I stumble and I fall but I rise on codeine." I remembered. I remembered how she held me with her songs, New York Tenderberry and Eli and the Thirteenth Confession. All of them catapulting down, falling on each other in a funeral pyre.
Yes, I would always love her. Yes she understood me. Yes, I knew she was dead. But as Gertrude Stein once said, "Dead is Dead. But dead is not forgotten."
So Laura sing for me,’ Gonna Take A Miracle’, and yes, here it is. Laura Nyro, October 18, 1947-April 8, 1997. May her name be for a blessing.
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