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Edwin and the Big Scroll

Edwin the faithful.

That's what I call my penpal Edwin from Surrey, UK.  He's been with me since the start of the Postcard Project. 

Right now, I am WAY behind on my correspondence with him.  He's got three letters on me, including this beauty -- written on a tiny scroll:

I'm in the midst of writing the first of the three letters I owe him.  But until then, I wanted to share this story with him about Jack Kerouac's Famous Scroll.

Kerouac typed about 100 words a minute and replacing paper on his typewriter was a nuisance, so he came up with the idea of the scroll. 

On that scroll of a letter Edwin sent me, he announced that he had just finished writing 12 songs all in one session on a big scroll of butcher paper.  Twelve songs!  On one big scroll of butcher paper!  Kerouac's smiling at you, my friend!  You should put that scroll in on a wall.  Frame it.  Make a few more and have an art show and at the opening, play all the music on all of the scrolls.  Just an idea ...

Hey Edwin!  Send me a photo of that 12 song butcher paper scroll in your next letter, will ya?

And Hey Everyone else!  Send me some postcards and letters.  Find out all the deets at the Postcard Project FAQ.

Why postcards work

Because they HANG AROUND.

In a wobbly stack of old photos in my childhood bedroom, two layers deep, I found this:

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I've been feeling low: not much practice, not much songwriting; a lot of grocery shopping, a lot of cooking, a lot of taking care of Mom.

Practicing not scales and tunes but humility, patience, suffering, service.

So unearthing this postcard -- from April 18, 2010 -- was a balm for these days of deferral, and, yes, sometimes, discouragement.

 

Why Postcards?  What do they mean to me?  See the Postcard Project FAQ.