Music, Sex and Poetry

Christmas came early this year, about Dec 3rd. On the day of my God's and Goddess's birthday party I was standing in the Chateau Marmot in a big White Russian fake fur hat and the most gorgeous English guy came up to me and said, "Hello, my name is James ". I half expected him to say "Bond , James Bond ". He was waving a script and I said, "Are you a writer?" "No" he said" I am an actor. What are you"?" I'm a rock singer", I said. "Oh they've got it all here "He replied.
I guess Rock Goddess's are a rarity for the likes of James Purefoy who turns out to be playing Mark Anthony in the HBO series "Rome." There I was thinking he was just a English bloke lost in Los Angeles looking for a girlfriend for Xmas,and it turns out he was in fact second in line to Pierce Brosnan for the part of James Bond.
Well life's never dull. I invited him to the God's and Goddess's party, "there will be loads of gorgeous ladies, English, Italian and American at the party, all dressed as Goddess's ", and then he said it, the line:
"IF YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE IN THAT HOUSE THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH FOR ME ".

"Wow gorgeous" I thought. Bli'me if they make English guys like that these days, I'm happy to be going to London for Xmas.
And so I merrily pulled myself away from the exciting circus of Los Angeles and got on my flight, thinking of the hundreds of English guys all like James, wandering the streets of London with the coolest lines ever, alone this Xmas .I arrived in London only to find it covered in fog and absolutely freezing, below zero. No James, only my Russian fake fur hat. Everybody's huddled in there houses worshipping not a Roman God but a Goddess named Nigella Lawson. She is commonly known as the "Domestic Goddess", a buxom wench with her beautiful dark Jewish good looks and perfect Queen's English, she has men scrambling on her hands and knees in Safeway's to find the "Masala powder" or any other necessary ingredient for the big Xmas dinner. Yes and everybody talks in sensual metaphoric terms about the "moist dish" or the "cinnamon stick" needed to really heat things up.
One of my parent's neighbors commented, "You think we 're all dead down here, shoot a gun down this road nobody would notice but when it come to Nigella there is nothing we wouldn't do. I even got trampled in the super market the other day trying to find just the right spices". He and my mother are collaborating on a turkey I'm not sure what that's all about …I guess this is where the British thaw out. I had forgotten even in a chilly country like Britain a Goddess with great style can wrap a nation around her fingers or her cooking pot.
So here am I along way from my familiar desert canyons, wondering if James was a figment of my imagination, and why he didn't show up at my party? And if I was able to cook like Nigella whether it would make a difference ? Then I realized,hey I'm a Goddess of a different realm, I don't know how to stir the gravy but I do know how to rock a Stratocaster. And metaphorically speaking they both add up to the same thing… And if James Bond the second, not yet crowned, doesn't know what I am, we inhabit different universes and that's ok for me, just like my party it takes up many Gods and Goddess's to make up one happy universe.
I hope the fog clears up a bit, I was thinking of going ice-skating in my big fur Russian hat in front of Hampton Court Palace or maybe I'll go walk about in Chelsea, or maybe I'll learn how to cook from Nigella, while I'm getting over my jet lag. Whatever it is, for sure by the New Year you'll find me back with the sun on my skin rocking my white strat doing what I do best in the realm where I get the most kicks.
Love Zoë