Snowdays, Carole King, etc
Ever since we left New York, I’ve maintained a bit of a knee-jerk-trauma mentality. Something about that experience of chaos and lack made its way into my already pronounced mother-hen-hoarder-sensibilities, and stuck around.
It’s not a pretty combination. I figure maybe I’ll work on it someday, maybe I won’t.
For now, though, my house stays extra stocked, and ever since I heard snow was coming to Amsterdam (meaning since… this past Monday) I’ve been in overboard mode. Every time I’d go to the store and hear mention of snow (we’re pretty out of the loop news wise), I’d grab another “necessary” thing.
The Dutch aren’t really snow folk, so let’s level with each other: This is nothing like the good ol’ shut-er-down East Coast blizzard of my childhood. The panic was for a projected one foot of snow. Looking outside I see 2-3 inches, if that.
But as you now know from about 13 or so taalitalks, I’m not here to not feel anxiety. I am here to eavesdrop in the line at the supermarket, panic, think, “It’s time to buy that eighth package of basil,” and keep it moving.
I don’t know when I made the transition to officially being an 80 year old woman, but I’ve now fully resigned to it. All week I’ve been bookmarking recipes.
“I’ll make us those baked artichokes from Sababa.”
“I’ll make us bolognese.”
“Beef stew is going to be necessary by the wüdbürner. We can always freeze it.”
“Do we have whole nutmeg pods?!”
Yes. I was very prepared to feed my family so we could eat well while looking out at this paltry few inches of snow. What I wasn’t prepared for was how much I might enjoy it.
If you’re a Dutch subscriber reading this, truly, my apologies for being a foreigner waxing poetic about your city. But I woke up to a Disney wonderland. These are the facts. Sundays are our busiest day of the week, so it’s going to be a second before I can run out and be the Belle of my dreams. Even so, I’m deeply enjoying my view from the window.
For example. Did y’all, as a country, decide to just forever go with antique wooden sleds for your children?! In America we do plastic clam shells. At least in this neighborhood, you don’t. GREAT CHOICE. José and I have been in kvell city watching parents drag the tiniest of youths along our street with ropes.
I finally got a not great picture of this little bobi, but if you are not Dutch, please know: Most of the children have their legs straight out like domineering little snow gods. Often there are 2-3 toddlers stacked on these wooden Santa vehicles. And I feel great love for and also great envy of them.
I’m grateful that I overkilled the snow prep, too, because it allowed me to make a shift I’ve really been working towards, which is moving from insanity Rainbow Blonde/job mode to album mode.
Because the big news (!) is that I’m writing the next Taali album.
Running the record label for the past three years has required everything of me. I wouldn’t change it for a thing, but it has been near impossible for me to truly give myself the space to create while living in meetings, emails, spreadsheets, P&Ls and deadlines.
But now with your help, my little baby is a walking toddler now. And I think I can finally set it on autopilot a bit, and get to writing songs again.
To that end, I filmed you a little cover like we talked about last week. There were a lot of requests, but I went with one that I’m pretty partial to. The very best the Jewish songwriters have to offer, this song. The tippity top. It also feels especially correct surrounded by snow, and missing you this much.
Hope you enjoy. Thanks for being you, and see you next week.
With infinite love,
ps: if you’re not a subscriber and came here from the social mediaz to hear a snow serenade, feel free to join us in this little love bubble.