For Lisa McPherson

Date: Mon, 11 Oct 1999 11:08:48 -0400
From: "Maggie Council DiPietra" <[email protected]>
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I had a gig this past weekend; it was the annual Taste of Florida event, held in Curtis Hixon Park downtown Tampa. There were thousands of people there for this 3-day event, to sample foods from Florida restaurants and enjoy some sun and music. I played on Saturday, solo, on the acoustic stage. It was under a huge canopy with tables that were filled with people. Other people stood around the tent as I played. They were a nice crowd, real polite, listening attentively, so I took the opportunity to tell them a little about the songs I played. One song (on my last CD) I usually send out to anyone who has ever been in a cult or who has a loved one in a cult. I say it especially goes out to Lisa McPherson, who died in the care of a cult in Clearwater. Nobody (around here, anyway) ever needs to ask "which cult" for some reason. And sometimes I mention the names of others who have died in Scientology. I was careful not to mention Scientology, as I don't want to cause trouble for the sponsors. But like I say, I didn't have to. The song is called "spirit hands" and it goes like this: there's nothing harder than believing nothing easier than falling down the information is deceiving from talking heads come bites of sound and the more I try to analyze, the less I understand there is something unseen, moving me like spirit hands it is what wakes you in the morning when suddenly, you're not asleep it takes a shape without a warning leaving you with promises to keep and the more I try to organize, the less that I have planned there is something unseen, moving me like spirit hands and the more I try to compromise, the less I can demand, there is something unseen, laughing behind spirit hands the more I try to analyze, the less I understand... it is what wakes you in the morning, when suddenly you're not asleep. --- M.C.DiPietra <[email protected]> "Hell, if you understood everything I say, you'd be me!" -Miles Davis