The
Creative Life
LAURA
- written by Emma Anderson
performed by Lush from the album Spooky.
Mirror maid, tummy ache, makeup run
Lipstick girl, black stick curl
in the New York sun
Inside out, you know about
My silly game
Even though, you don't know
About my name
Where I've been
What I dream
What I've seen
Clumsy eyes realize how to write the word
Basically, you sing to me when I'm hurt
Stoned and blind, never mind
Lucky's song
Press the keys, I can be where you belong
I'm a fan of your hand
And I'm in love, cry above

Anne Birch
All I know is I need Laura's presence in my home. The space in which I live.
When I look at her, she reminds me to express myself fully. To be creative. To
speak from my soul, as she so eloquently did. A true messenger, a teacher, a
sister girl to all women. Thank you, Laura, we are forever grateful. We miss
your soul's voice.

Nancy
Friedman

This
is yours, to be supported by your
own works of art, prose, or poetry which have been
inspired
by
Laura. Please attach your work to an email addressed to laura@lauranyro.com.

Laura Nyro - September 10, 1993 - Bottom Line
An excerpt from a piece I wrote about the first, and sadly, only time I saw this
amazing woman perform....
....Time passes. The lights are dimming. And out Laura walks (floats?) from
upstage right, appearing from behind the curtains. She's wearing a lace black
nightie-looking top with a long, black-and-white patterned skirt, and a black
blazer with white lapels. On her feet are a pair of rather worn-looking burlap
espadrilles with open toes. She's got a shy, Mona Lisa-like smile on her face,
and her long, very shiny black hair is swept over her right shoulder from back
to front. Red lipstick. She's somewhat heavier than I've ever seen her in
photos, but to me she looks very attractive and absolutely radiant... almost
like there's a glow flowing from within her, shedding rays of energy. She
briefly acknowledges the audience, then seems to glide behind the keyboard.
Without question, I'm just beaming already, and the woman hasn't even sung a
note yet. Just the aura alone has put me on another plane. And then that voice!
"Each night, before you go to bed, my ba-beeee." I can't even begin to describe
how great she did that song. Forget the Shirelles. Forget the Mamas and the
Papas.
Simply definitive! Bravo!
Upon finishing the opener, Laura briefly tells the audience that she's happy to
be back, then announces a new recording, which should be out in a couple of
weeks, most of which she will premier. And premier she does: "Louise's Church,"
"Lite a Flame," "Walk the Dog and Light the Light," plus the re-released tunes,
"To a Child" and "Broken Rainbow." Scattered in between are snapshots of the
past: "Save the Country," a medley of "My Innocence/Sophia" and "And When I
Die," which Laura introduces as one of her very first compositions. Let me not
forget the wonderful, new "Descent of Luna Rose," which has everyone smiling and
and laughing, and which she demurely states during the solo keyboard interlude,
"It really sounds better with a band." More smiles and laughs. I'm having a
great time, and judging from the looks of those at our table, so is everyone
else. Never before, with maybe the exception of the countless Grateful Dead
concerts I've been to, have I seen such a diverse audience. And there's a guy at
our table, sitting literally at the very lip of the stage, feverishly taking
notes of every nuance that's unfolding. Geez, and I thought that Dead Heads
bordered on the fanatical!
Down to the homestretch, Laura uncovers the jewel that is the "Japanese
Restaurant Song." During the now famous "waitress" section, which on the Bottom
Line (live) album version, Laura speaks about just quitting smoking, being
hungry, and then proceeds to ask for a great.... big.... bowl of chocolate ice
cream, she now takes a different, but trust me, just as funny (if not funnier)
approach. She pauses, tells us that she's been smoke-free for five years, then
looks down at her modern-day larger frame, and says (wearing a sly smile),
"Well, if it's not one thing, it's something else." The audience eats it up!
After all this , what else can she possibly offer to the table than the lovely "Emmi,"
which closes the hour-long set? After a few minutes, which seem like hours,
Laura comes back out, once again sweeps the silky hair over her right shoulder,
takes her seat, and... voila... always expect the unexpected, Chuck.... She
tells us something about having to make sure her yin is balanced with her yang,
and therefore, she must open and close with a cover song. And then, the most
beautiful, heart-wrenching version of Smokey Robinson's "Ooh, Baby Baby" that
these not-too-virgin ears have ever heard.
Most excellent, man!
A wonderful, wonderful living room appearance (or so it seemed) by one Ms. Laura
Nyro. My only complaint - and it was a small one - was that it was too short.
Then again, if I knew then what I know now, I would have gladly sought out
another 75-minute love-fest at least a few more times.
What a class act she was.
C.A. Carlino - March 3, 1998
Hello Everyone:
I am very honored to have been asked by Patty to
write some remarks about Laura's music. Years before
Laura and I became friends, I used to listen to her records
and go to her concerts. All of us in those days (the
60's), were highly influenced by Laura's music. Going to her
concerts was nothing short of a mystical experience.
Later, when we became friends, it was very apparent
to me how Laura's purity of spirit and kindness
informed the way in which her music was sent into the
universe for us to share with her and each other.
I remember finding out that Laura didn't read or
write music. I think her relationship to song-writing
was very innocent in a way, like a child just
discovering where the music might lead, as she sat to
compose her music. I have no doubt her lyrics were influenced,
not only by her life experiences, but also from the
poetry she read and her keen interest in the human
spirit. Her piano-playing was always orchestral in a
sense, as she disappeared into the song so that her
singing, the harmony, and piano-playing were always
part of a beautiful organic whole.
I remember that once, she was recording some background
vocals. As if she were placing layers on a cake, she
effortlessly sang each harmony, sometimes four or five
parts, as we sat there completely astonished at the
beauty of her vocals. Laura was music. It was not
something she switched on and off. It was who she was,
and at any moment, she might sing a melody from an old
doo-wop song, or sing along to the radio, driving in
the car. She might write down some lyrics on a match
book, or tissue paper. I think that Laura lived in a
world that was mystical, in a world that was filled
with a search for the higher truths, a world that she
wanted to see manifest around her.
The song "Time and Love" is one of her classics. When
we listen to it, we can hear how Laura's sense of time
in music was so fluid. As she starts a verse, she
slows down...and then brings the song to
tempo...something that sounds so simple, and yet, is
quite challenging to accomplish. Laura had incredible
"time." Her pacing of the songs was rock-solid. Her
piano-playing, to my ears, always served the song.
She used whatever was needed to express, in the most
simple and beautiful way, the beauty of the song.
From the first notes of "Time and Love," we hear her
beautiful piano style, which was always created in these
wonderful rhythmic patterns. They were very clean and simple.
There were no extra notes. It seemed to me that it was
always that way. Later in the song, we can hear how
playful she was with creating beautiful background
harmonies that floated through the song.
I am always surprised by something new that I hear
when I listen to Laura's music. And for me, what is
really great, is that it is acoustic-based, namely, it is
natural. I remember Laura wondering out loud once
about the use of synthesizers in her music. This was in
the early 80's, when the technology in music was
starting to really gain momentum.
Until then, bass players played bass parts, drummers
played the drums, and singers sang. I think Laura
really liked that a lot. She came from an era that was
very beautiful.
I feel greatly blessed to have been in her life. She was
a true friend, always, and I hope that her music can be
heard by people everywhere.
Thanks.
Barbara
(Thanks to Mati Munoz
for editing assistance)
i love every song she ever wrote
every note
she ever sung
is hung
in the hallways of my heart
like a masterpiece
a work of art
her voice
so unique
so rare
a woman-child
beyond compare
from a whisper to a wail
it never fails
to send me upstairs
climb above
for time and love
shut the lights
warm summer nights
listening to an angel in the dark
while harmonies chase each other around the corner
through the park
a soulful breeze begins to blow
billowing curtains through an open window
neighborhood children playing below
emily, eli, susan, johnny, joe
and lu
just to name a few
strangers become friends
colors and music start to blend
oh, and then the memories begin to unfold
which is why laura's music never grows old
because...
every song she ever wrote
every note she ever sung
every chord she ever played
every record she ever made
are filled with memories that will never fade...
thank you,
jimmy
Here is the
song that was mentioned on the home page! Enjoy!
Portrait
of a Tendaberry Girl
I get a flame in my heart
Every time I hear the voice
of reverie
It’s been alive from the
start
I can tell you as she comes
down to surry,
From Central Park westward
To Broadway and East 3rd
The Goth looking girl’s
still there,
I will drink a toast to Eli
With some red and yellow
wine
It’s gonna take a miracle
now
To find a Tendaberry rhyme,
I can see the thunder’s
fury
In her passion eyes of May
And when I die throw trains
of blossoms
The New York,
Tendaberry way;
Laura
I get a pain in my heart
Just to think she’ll never
write one more song
And she was chic from the
start
Laura
Even when the business did
her so wrong,
As music keeps changing
Her soul is raging
You better hide your
hearts,
I will drink a toast to
Billy
With some red and yellow
wine
It’s gonna take a miracle
now
To find a Tendaberry rhyme,
I can see the thunder’s
fury
In her passion eyes of May
And when I die throw trains
of blossoms
The New York,
Tendaberry way;
From slow dance to romance
An adolescent fantasy
It would have been my honor
then
Just to walk with her
through NYC,
I get a flame in my heart
Every time I hear the voice
of reverie
It’s been alive from the
start
Laura
I can tell you as she comes
down to surry,
Critics are scheming
Websites are screaming
Stop analyzing her,
I will drink a toast to Eli
With some red and yellow
wine
It’s gonna take a miracle
now
To find a Tendaberry rhyme,
I can see the thunder’s
fury
In her passion eyes of May
And when I die throw trains
of blossoms
The New York,
Tendaberry way;
I will drink a toast in
gladness
To her passion eyes of May
And when I die throw trains
of blossoms
The New York,
Tendaberry way,
Evermore to hear her play
The New York,
Tendaberry way;
Composed, arranged and
produced by Stephen Foglia
Copyright 2006
Ramblood Publishing
Co.,/BMI
Ramblood Recon Records
www.spfmusic.com

And here is the "Tenda" poem by
Chris Miuccio entitled "Build A Dream With Love"
Laura, Laura, you’re a wiz and a scholar, too
Laura, I don’t want to say goodbye now
There’s a gold in you darling
Mild, like mother and child
You are grace in action
Bringin’ it on to the Broadway blaze
And your eyes they shine
You hear that, you hear that?
Brown fleets of sweet eyed dreams
Coke and Tuna
Boots and Roses from Russia
And a jangle from a congo love chase
If you are soft then you will shiver
But you’ve got fury in your soul
A holy golden wager says
that love will see you through
Gonna take that dream
of the two young brothers
Gonna lay that devil down
and build a dream with love
Save the People
Save the Children
Save the Country
Shine, everybody…….. SHINE!
All lyrics by Laura Nyro and taken from the songs in “NEW YORK TENDABERRY”
Arranged by Chris Miuccio, June 2006

