Every once in a while I'm pleasantly reminded of the exalted state of iconoclasticism some of my friends have reached. One such is Paisley Robertson, long-time fixture in the Austin music and social culture. Paisley was born and raised in Denton, Texas, spent time in Brattleboro, VT, Mexico, and goddess knows which points between, but has spent most of her life here in Austin, Texas as a rock 'n roll singer and waitperson to the rich and famous. Paisley is also a member of the Lady Diana Garden Club, those ubiquitous women who swim in tiaras every New Year's Day at Barton Springs, among other social (ad)ventures.
Paisley supports a bevy of artists and musicians in a number of ways, and has introduced me to some of the more eclectic members of Austin society, both high, medium, low, and fringe. It was at Westwinds, her renovated barn/estate in central Austin, for a Texas Independence Day celebration, when I first met Molly Ivins, one of my sheroes.
I've known Paisley since I was nineteen and she was seventeen, back in 1965, Denton Texas. So I don't think she'll mind if I share an e-mail post she sent this morning. I'll just add my own fervent "Amen."
Subject: Ste. Paisley's Prayer,
LORD, THOU KNOWEST BETTER THAN I KNOW MYSELF, THAT I AM GROWING OLDER AND WILL SOMEDAY BE OLD.
KEEP ME FROM GETTING TALKATIVE, AND THINKING I MUST SAY SOMETHING ON EVERY SUBJECT AND ON EVERY OCCASION.
RELEASE ME FROM CRAVING TO STRAIGHTEN OUT EVERYBODY'S AFFAIRS. MAKE ME THOUGHTFUL BUT NOT MOODY, HELPFUL BUT NOT BOSSY.
WITH MY VAST STORE OF WISDOM, IT SEEMS A PITY NOT TO USE IT ALL........ BUT THOU KNOWEST, LORD, THAT I WANT A FEW FRIENDS AT THE END.
KEEP MY MIND FREE FROM THE RECITAL OF ENDLESS DETAILS. GIVE ME WINGS TO GET TO THE POINT.
SEAL MY LIPS ON MY MANY ACHES AND PAINS.......THEY ARE INCREASING....AND MY LOVE OF REHEARSING THEM IS BECOMING SWEETER AS THE YEARS GO BY. I ASK FOR GRACE ENOUGH TO LISTEN TO THE TALES OF OTHERS PAINS. HELP ME TO ENDURE THEM WITH PATIENCE.
TEACH ME THE GLORIOUS LESSON THAT OCCASIONALLY IT IS POSSIBLE THAT I MAY BE MISTAKEN.
KEEP ME REASONABLY SWEET. I DO NOT WANT TO BE A SAINT, SOME OF THEM ARE SO HARD TO LIVE WITH, BUT A SOUR OLD PERSON IS ONE OF THE CROWNING WORKS OF THE DEVIL.
HELP ME TO EXTRACT ALL POSSIBLE FUN OUT OF LIFE. THERE ARE SO MANY FUNNY THINGS AROUND US.....AND I DON'T WANT TO MISS ANY OF THEM.