Laura Meyer

They're back.I won't write much about seeing Phish for the first time in five years. I'm still processing a lot of sensations... such as the possibly permanent muscle damage...

If I could wake up tomorrow and be in any band I would want to be in Vetiver. Tonight's show at the Bowery Ballroom was the most satisfying musical experience I've had in a long, long time...

Happy Earth Day! When I woke up this morning I realized that Earth Day is kind of like all of our birthdays combined. We all come from Earth, and therefore we are Earth, and a birthday is a celebration of the mother as much as it is a celebration of the birth of a child...

This weekend I went to see The Ghost of the Saber Toothed Tiger, Sean Lennon's current project with his partner, Charlotte Kemp. I went without expectation, not knowing any of their music aside from a few short MySpace clips and trying to think beyond the bloodline. I was pleasantly surprised...

The cemetery was filled with flowers and frisky squirrels today. As the warm spring air loosened my scarf I found myself smiling again and I realized that my late-winter funk has had more to do with late-winter than this beautiful city...

Last weekend I went out of town and helped my mom get ready to move. As I boxed up (and got rid of) childhood mementos I felt like I was working my way through an exhibit on another person's life...

Today I visited "Into The Sunset: Photography's Image of the American West" at the MoMA. I went with my friend Diana, an actress and playwright currently writing about a girl named Laura who longs to go west and take photographs...

Neil Young - Light A CandleSpring is here. Have a nice weekend.

I feel my power coming back. By power I mean "inspiration." I don't know if it's the return of the sunshine or the exit of the flu or both or neither... I just feel really good today. Yesterday, too. March feels less lion and more lamb. Thank god. I couldn't take the cold anymore...

I was looking through Palgrave's Golden Treasury when I stumbled upon this little gem...

I've been listening to Andrew Bird's Noble Beast for the past seven hours. Doing my taxes has never been so enjoyable. Whoa - as I typed that sentence he sang "So procreate and pay your taxes" - that's pretty cool...

Today I did my laundry. It was snowing most of the day, and it felt appropriate to clean out my apartment, my clothes, and my inbox as the snow cleaned the city. I watched it fall and accumulate while I thought of our country and our new president and the cleaning out we have ahead of us...

Here's what this week's edition of The Aquarian has to say about my upcoming show:Subway Lover January 14, 2009by Josh Frank If you're a college student returning to your cold and lonely New England campus in the coming weeks, do yourself a favor and heal your nascent loneliness with a dash of...

In last night's post I mentioned how I visited my past self over the holidays, something we all experience to some degree when we return to our hometowns and families. I check in with my "inner child" on a daily basis - I find that she is a great source of strength...

Happy New Year! The fog is lifting. Last week's birth of the Sun (or, as some interpret it, birth of the son) and the passing of the Long Night's Moon have rekindled my spirit...

Congratulations to the winners of the free CD giveaway:James from Toronto, OntarioArnaud from Paris, FranceGordon from Toronto, OntarioCandice from Utica, New YorkErin from Des Moines, IowaYour signed copies of Boys & Eros are on their merry way!When I announced the CD giveaway to my mailing list...

Right now it's snowing. And this is exciting because 1) snow is exciting and 2) it was t-shirt weather yesterday. Now it's beginning to feel a bit like Christmas. A teeny bit...

Growing up I was never a big fan of Thanksgiving. I never liked eating turkey or gravy or potatoes or stuffing and the whole pilgrim story seemed a bit... lopsided. Unlike, say, Valentine's Day (chocolate and flowers and love stories), Thanksgiving just never felt like "my" holiday...

It's only today, through this tremendous sense of relief, do I realize how much tension I have been holding leading up to the election. I feel like I have exhaled for the first time in eight years. The alternative was so incomprehensible.....

At the end of last week a cold front moved in. The wind stirred up fallen leaves as I walked through Tompkins Square Park and the fragrance of decay filled my lungs with its distinct sweetness. It felt like Halloween. I felt like a little kid...

The end of last week was rather uncomfortable, with everyone screaming crisis and Mercury in retrograde and freakishly warm (though beautiful) weather… I’d say the anxiety level in Manhattan was moving towards red...

While reading this morning I revisited this lovely poem by Wallace Stevens. It pressed a little deeper than the last time I read it... everything seems to be pressing a little deeper these days...

I sit here at the laundromat on the eve of my twenty-fifth birthday and as I watch my clothes swirl in a frothy pool before me, I feel like this is the perfect metaphor for the past year: whirling, full of color, transformative… purifying...

Yesterday I made some seitan in beet broth - my first autumnal meal - and it looked a lot like Spiral Jetty as it simmered. This made me really happy.And speaking of art which inspires me - I went to the new exhibit at the MOMA, Van Gogh and the Colors of the Night...

This receipt has been resting in the stairwell of my building for exactly one month. It was here to greet me upon my return from Colorado and it has come to serve as a sort of welcome mat. I've actually grown rather attached to it - not the object so much as the familiarity. I hope no one sweeps...

So I'm pretty sure I broke the second toe on my right foot because it looks like an "L" and it is talking to me a lot. Only now I am realizing how far away I usually am from my feet/toes... I really do ignore those little guys...

Right now I'm sitting in the Denver International Airport. There are large fields of satellites and a long strip of car rental lots, but otherwise there’s just flat, empty land - I would never think a major city is nearby. I feel like I'm on another planet, for various reasons...

I just saw my friend Audrey Ryan play the Living Room. She has a killer voice and the last song she played, "I Should Be Alone," was one of those songs that you can inhabit, rather than simply hear...

... is really hot.There was a fire today across the street. After sticking some strawberry bread in the oven I was lying on the floor in front of the fan, trying to visualize ice - or turn myself into it - and the street filled with sirens... and then more sirens... really close.....

It turns out that the hardest part of touring is parking the car. I've been in CT for a full week and I'm still spinning...