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It’s been almost a year now since we lost our cherished, cynical, ridiculously smart and perfectly tart double bass player, Sanderson Poe. He was a musician’s musician – a rebel through and through. A man that knew his mind and was not afraid to say it. He was also one of the sweetest, most dear people I have ever had the good fortune to work with. Loyal and musically adventurous, he added spice to our Dirty Mercy. He wanted the band to be called Rusty Tears. Sanderson. I still miss him badly. I think of him so often and with much love. We still haven’t added a new bass player to the mix. I feel like we all think he’s on vacation .. but, he’s not. Sure would love to hug him again.
Missing you, Sando Kalrizian!
May you have time to hug, connect, laugh with and make wonderful music with the people you love!!!
Cheers and all good to you!
Who likes change? Not me. At least not to my computer/phone/fax/twisty-turny-button filled things that are supposed to work better and quicker and smarter (and do, but only after you have spent 26 hours re-learning how to make them work!!!).
I just got a new device. A new work computer. It has taken me an obscenely long time to figure out how to print a Word doc on this new, very quick and stealthy PC. Even longer to find where the fonts are hidden. I don’t like the changes to my Word. I am a #7 newbie and I’m not super fond of Window’s changing my little clicky thingies up top. I’m not even sure I like this big, bright, white screen. I may be a Luddite in FaceBook disguise. In another life, I was probably one of those pain in the butt people that wanted to keep Mass in Latin.
But, in the whole of life, I don’t mind change. It just takes me a little bit of crankiness to get used to it. In fact, I’m a HUGE change/ paradigm shift/ new pair of goggles type of gal when all is said and done. Here are my top 5 favorite types of change:
1) Trees - I like when the trees change from empty ~ Tim Burton-esque – to little globs of buds aching to get out – then rustling, shady, even flowering, bursts of jubilant green – to yellow and orange and purple and golds and then back to empty. It feels honest and real. And, every year, the tree grows taller. It’s constant and consistent, reminding us that even when everything seems dead, there is the possibility of a change coming.
2) Sheets – I absolutely love to climb into fresh new sheets just out of the dryer, with a fresh new pair of jammies. Delight! Even better when I’ve just had my toes done and my legs are shaved. That is a good way to go to sleep. All clean and buffed on sweet 600 thread count cotton!!! It is one of the simplest kinds of change and I swear, changing sheets changes dreams and then personal commitments and then lives. A sales clerk at Dillard’s just told me that the amount of money that you spend to make your bed/bedroom comfortable, it exactly how much you care for yourself. He’s a sage. I bought 8 new pillows. I convinced myself that I am caring for myself even though they were all on sale.
3) Guitar Strings – I find it kind of hard to change guitar strings. It’s not quick and I usually end up poking myself with one of the super sharp clipped ends. PLUS, I’m never certain that I’m doing it right although I’ve done it 50 x’s or more (the same goes for jumping a car – I just do not feel like I know what I’m doing!). But, no matter how uncomfortable it is to do, my guitar just simply sounds better. And when my guitar sounds great, I’m more inspired to be creative.
4) Hair Color – I’m not even sure I need to explain this one. It is magical. Even my wrinkles seem less visible. Anyone that can make a person feel more beautiful whether it’s by doing hair, or just giving a kind complement is straight from heaven. People that make you feel beautiful are angels in skin suits.
5) Re-potting Plants – Every time I re-pot a plant it reminds me that every single one of us gets root bound. It’s hard not to stay stagnant in circumstances that are too tight. You stop growing … lose some of your luster … maybe even die back. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to have to fling myself over and crack my pot out from under myself (messy, sharp, dirty and potentially dangerous to me – the plant) just so that I can keep expanding to my full growth capability. And, sometimes I just need someone to notice that I’m looking peaked and might need a little help getting out of my old pot and into better soil. I would like to thank the last 6 people that have helped me into better soil – who have noticed that I need a change and helped remind me that change is possible : Laurie Lambert, Patty Sughrue, Jes Fyall, Christina Winch, Sam Winch, Laura Mancini and Suzie Pollard.
All I really needed was someone to remind me. Who has reminded you?
As of August, 8th, my small, hometown, Appleton WI., will be hosting a 4 day music fest with over 100 artists/bands and more than 30 venues. It is a HUGE undertaking and I am anticipating that it will create the same energy, band romances, and inspiration that the original SXSW did for me. Yep. I was there. Waaaaay back when. I was much cooler then … but nowhere near as good. heh.
Back before anyone knew SouthXSouthWest, my band, Crazy Cat George, took a trip to Austin, TX to be a part of the new fangled SXSW expo. We went because we all needed to get out of LA for a few days and because Jody had a connection to a house on a river in New Bramfels, TX and because I knew a guy that moved from LA to Austin and he was playing with his band The Sharecroppers.
It was one of those accidental decisions that turned out to be life changing and really got our fires burning for the possibilities that were outside of our LA fishbowl and for other great music we had never heard of before. In fact, it gave us inspiration and made us ready to make an impact. It’s where we met our most influential music industry contact. It helped us get on our feet and record our 1st album. It got us out and touring to support our album. It gave us the courage to work with other bands and musicians to make everyone’s music take root.
Now-a-days, I can barely stand the crazy crowds at SXSW but I am entirely grateful for the fantastic festival. For the opportunities it offers independent artists, music lovers, movie makers, techies and fun people worldwide. It is worth the thousands of people that descend on the city of Austin and turn my little world upside down, for so many reasons, but mainly because music, singing, dancing and making rockin’ memories are the best things in my life. I can’t wait to be a part of this new music festival in my hometown. I think it’s awesome and takes great courage and huge cajones. Cory Chisel is my new music hero. I hope I get to see him when I’m home. Shoot! I hope he gets to see ME!!!
The area around Appleton, WI / the Fox Cities is gorgeous and full of fun, smart and WONDERFUL people. I am confident that this will be the 1st of a long, fantastic series of summer music for Central Wisconsin.
I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Mile of Music!!!!
Back in 2008, I decided I wanted a change. I was tired of my stuff and thought that if I re-arranged the furniture and hung new art, I would start moving in a new direction. I changed the direction of the couch and it was much more pleasing ~ it gave me a little boost. I cleaned out my bookcase and I felt a little lighter. I decided to focus on purple as my new color de décor. A bunch of new pillows and a couple of house plant pots and I was purple-ier. Now to find the art!
I looked. Everywhere. I went to all of the art sellers I new near my home. I looked up galleries in the phone book (unheard of! I did not have an iPhone at that time). I went to the East side, to the West side, way up North and down to Dripping Springs. I could NOT find purple art. I found one huge painting that looked like purple glops of dried pancake batter on a piece of construction paper, but that just did not move me.
I finally went back to the super high end gallery I had visited earlier in my search, knowing that I could neither afford nor did I want any of their non-purple art, but I figured that the sales people could give me a purple suggestion.
“Nobody paints in purple. It is not a desirable color scheme. It wouldn’t sell.” I was astounded. I was the only purple lover? What? What am I going to do?
“Make your own.”
I said “I don’t know how to paint. What do I do? Can you show me?”
He was ridiculously offended. “I am a purveyor of fine art not an art teacher. Go to Hobby Lobby and buy a canvas, paint and a brush. Then take a class.”
So I did… buy the canvas, paint and brush and had my lovely painter friend, Susie Pollard, show me how to use the brush.
Take a look at what happened on my ART page ….