Jewel ~ You Were Meant For Me

Maya and Jewel

I have a soft spot for this song.  I had kind of forgotten it, but a few weeks ago it came on while I was driving around, and it brought back memories of when Maya was a toddler, and a HUGE Jewel fan.  She especially loved this song, though Foolish Games came in as a close second. Look closely at the picture above, and you’ll see that she’s holding a printout of the cover to Jewel’s Pieces of You album.  She would carry it around with her, sleep with it, everything with it.  One copy would get torn or wet or lost, and Ted would print out another one.  We got her to relax and enjoy the fireworks by pointing out that some of them were streaming down and looked like Jewel’s hair.  We went to a concert, and she thought that Kenny Wayne Shepherd was Jewel, because of his long blond hair.  To her, women could have two types of hair.  Jewel hair, which was long and preferably blonde, or Carefully hair, which was short, and reminded her of her other favorite singer, Sarah McLachlan (there’s a phrase in Building a Mystery when Sarah says, “Holding on so carefully…” which is where the carefully hair comes from).  Actually, she sometimes had a printout of Jewel in one hand, and Sarah in the other.  Ted’s aunt would take her to Target, and she would go visit the CD, and Maya would hold it throughout the store, and then say goodbye and leave it there until next time.  Good times.

Anyway, from the time Maya was 1 until she was about 3, Jewel could do no wrong, and Maya loved to play You Were Meant for Me on her little toy piano, and sing along.  She used to also emote really well to Foolish Games.  So as you may have noticed, the song brings back a lot of smooshy memories of when Maya was a toddler. Wish I could go back for an hour or two sometimes…


Great American Food & Music Debacle

Two w/ Chili, One w/o

Two w/ Chili, One w/o

One advantage of Ted’s job is that we sometimes get free tickets to local events. One such event was yesterday’s Great American Food & Music Festival, held in Mountain View. This was the first (perhaps last) year for this event. The idea was to take iconic dishes from around the country and bring them all to one venue, bring in some big names from the Food Network, and pair it up with some good music and make a day of it. Sounds good on paper, right?

Unfortunately, something fell apart in the execution. I’d be interested to read a newspaper account of what all actually went wrong, but one major thing was that they weren’t set up to take cash for food. (UPDATE: The official reports are just starting to come in…or should I say, the official apologies) They had some computerized wrist band system set up, where you could add money to your wrist band, and the vendors would simply scan it and deduct the price of the meal, and away you go. The festival started at noon, and we got there shortly after 2, and by then, the wrist band system had already crashed, and people were scrambling to figure out what to do. Never a good sign when you arrive for an event and there are hundreds of people in line working on getting their money back on their way out. I’ve also heard stories of stoves not working, food not arriving, vendors simply running out of food, vendors not being properly staffed for the event, booths not having the proper equipment to handle the volume of food they were serving, etc.

The one item I wanted to try was a Pink’s Chili Dog. I’m not a big fan of pastrami, so a Katz’s Pastrami Sandwich wasn’t important to me (good thing, because I heard they ran out of food twice); the cheese steak place wasn’t one I had ever heard of when I lived in Philly (it was Tony Luke’s), and I love a good chili dog. So Cherry and I decided to brave the long line and wait for our dogs. Ted, Eric, and Maya went in search of other things, and finally decided on the shortest line (Maya’s blood sugar was dropping), which was local ‘gourmet’ peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. I didn’t try any, but they said they were yucky. (One comment I read online called it ‘spread that tasted vaguely like peanuts, with strawberry slime) But at least her blood sugar was back to normal, right? Eventually, they gave up and went to find our seats, while Cherry and I stayed in line waiting for our hot dogs. All I can say is that I am VERY glad I opted for my comfy MBT shoes, rather than the cute boots with a little heel I had been considering, because standing still like that for so long can be murder.

2 1/2 hours later, we finally got to the front of the line and ordered our hot dogs. We then found our way to our seats and ate, and I’ve gotta say, really good hot dogs. Really good chili. Very nice combo. I’m a fan. Worth 2 1/2 hours in line missing the lineup on stage? No, but good nonetheless.

We saw the SF Weekly burger cookoff, which was 4 local restaurants known for their burgers, competing for a trophy, judged by Bobby Flay and Anne Burrell from the Food Network, and two other judges I don’t know…I believe the guy whose idea this whole event was, and someone from SF Weekly. I don’t remember who the competitors were, but one was Burgermeister, and another was Pearl. Pearl won the competition, which was surprising, because whichever the fourth place in the competition was seemed to be the favorite from where I was sitting. After that, we saw Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, a group that we thoroughly enjoyed. They were great and had a ton of energy. Must have been hard to get up and perform in front of a stadium at least 3/4 empty, and to know that so many people had left angry, and that the people who were left were also kinda pissed off at having to wait so long for their food. But they pulled it off, and were great.

We left after BBVD, though Cherry and Eric stayed a bit longer, and said that Guy Fieri was entertaining and funny, and Bobby Flay was drinking semi-heavily (who can blame him after a day like he probably had, with his name all over this train wreck of an event?).

All in all, 1.5 thumbs down. I would have liked to sample a few more dishes at a food festival, and I would have liked to see more of the music and demos, which I missed by standing in line so long. .5 thumb up, because the chili dog was good, the people working the booth seemed to be keeping their cool (as were most of the people around us in line, actually), no wait at the bar or bathrooms, great music, and an overall fun time. If they dare to try this again, I hope they are able to better coordinate so people don’t gnaw off their own arms in desperation.

ABC Music Monday ~ David Bowie and David Gilmour

I was having a hard time with picking a ‘D’ here…I mean, David Bowie was my first husband, so of course, loyalties should go there.  But I also love Depeche Mode, and Dire Straits have always been a huge favorite.  What’s a girl to do?  So I was toying with the idea of blowing them all off, and putting up David and David’s Welcome to the Boomtown.  Went searching for “David and David” on YouTube, and came across this live duet of David Bowie and David Gilmour performing Comfortably Numb at the Royal Albert Hall, and I couldn’t pass it up.  The Wall was such an amazing, amazing album, and I remember going to a late night double feature with the film version, doubled up with Fast Times at Ridgemont High, which seems odd except that The Wall pretty much had the audience of teenagers curled up in our seats, looking for a quiet way to go open a vain or something.  I think it was almost half way through Fast Times before we unclenched enough to smile, and by the end, we were no longer suicidal.  So good job, midnight movie people.

I’ve noticed that since I added the Groove Shark buttons to my blog, the page has been loading a LOT more slowly than it used to.  At least on some computers.  So instead of adding buttons here, I’m going to add links to songs, so you can go there and listen to the songs if you want to.  Because I’m not sure I want to deprive you of the other excellent selections I would have made.  Right?  So, here you go, in no particular order:

Never Let Me Down Again ~ Depeche Mode

Welcome to the Boomtown ~ David and David

Romeo and Juliet ~ Dire Straits

Space Oddity ~ David Bowie

Happy ABC Music Monday, everyone!

Cowboy Junkies ~ Sun Comes Up, It’s Tuesday Morning

Some music hits you with its beat, or the melody, or the way the guitar and the bass work together…and sometimes a song hits you because of the absolute poetry of the lyrics.  I’m not talking “Jump” here.  But there are a handful, at least, of artists who can truly paint a picture, a beautiful picture of real life and honesty and pain and loss and love, something that touches your heart.  A few examples, for me, are Simon and Garfunkel, Aimee Mann, Bob Dylan, Elvis Costello, and Texas.  Another is The Cowboy Junkies.  This song, especially, evokes a certain feeling.  The bittersweet feeling of loss at the end of a relationship. You miss having someone there to hold you, but at the same time, you enjoy being alone as well.

Sun comes up, it’s Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the eye
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that’s right, I forgot, it was me

I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone’s ringing, but I don’t answer it
’cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon

Guess it’s tea and toast for breakfast again
Maybe I’ll add a little T.V. too
No milk! God, how I hate that
Guess I’ll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She’s got a black eye this morning, `Jen how’d ya get it?’
She says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand’

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I’d rather listen to Coltrane
Than go through all that shit again

There’s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don’t have to add up to something
And this spell won’t be broken
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it’s a movie
With plenty of room for elbows and knees
A bag of popcorn all to myself,
Black and white with a strong female lead
And if I don’t like it, no debate, I’ll leave

Here comes that feeling that I’d forgotten
How strange these streets feel
When you’re alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home
Seething inside

Funny, I’d never noticed
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I’ll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
And I just gotta tell you
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed

I don’t have much of an ear for Country music…this is about as close as I get. But man, I love this song, even though, thankfully, I haven’t gone through these feelings in just about forever. If the 80s hair in the video gets to you, click below and listen through Grooveshark.  Actually, I think the sound is a bit better here than on the YouTube bit.

ABCs of Music

New feature here at Thinking About.  I did an ABC Meme last week, which got me somehow to thinking about Gina’s Music Monday feature, and then somebody put peanut butter in my chocolate, and the next thing you know, I decided that for the next 26 weeks, I’ll post videos.  I’m going to go through the alphabet, and I think I’ll stick with the name of the band/artist, but I can’t promise to be consistent on that.

So, Happy ABC Music Monday!  Our first group, of course, is ABC, with their fabulous song, “All of my Heart”.  I love this song.  It’s about eleventy billion times better than their more popular songs, “Poison Arrow”, “Be Near Me”, “The Look of Love”, or “How to be a Millionaire”. The only other ABC song that’s as good is “The Night You Murdered Love” (Awesome song, btw). Back when Ted and I were dating, he used to make me really awesome mix tapes, and I remember both songs being on them.  I can almost figure out what song comes next on the tape….

UPDATE: The video was disabled, so it wasn’t working.  I’ve replaced it with another version.  The video is kind of lame, though…if you just want to listen, you can do that too!  Just click and enjoy. 🙂

Happy Birthday, Mozart!

Mozart, Clarinet Concerto, 2nd movement, performed by the Vienna Philharmonic Women’s Orchestra.

Today is the 253rd anniversary of Mozart’s birth, so I thought I would share this beautiful, beautiful piece of music with you.  From the first time I heard this piece, I was enraptured.  It was used in the film, “Out of Africa”, and I think the music from that movie made me love it as much as the beautiful cinematography, the costumes, and of course the compelling story.   If you haven’t seen it, it does hold up very well.

Of course, the all time wonderful Mozart film is “Amadeus”.  I don’t know how much of that one is true, and how much isn’t (everyone who really knows is long since dead, right?), but I like to think of him being that silly, vulgar, moody genius with the terribly pretty wife.

Happy Birthday, Wolfie.  Rest in Peace, and thank you for sharing your genius with the world.

Some goodish news amongst the painful crap…

Easter bonnet
There’s been so much pain lately.  Mostly the pain of missing my mom and realizing, yet again, that she’ll never give me a big ol’ hug.  That hurts a lot.

Then there’s the job search for Ted, where he finds some really promising leads, jobs that sound like a really good match, but they.just.don’t. call.  Asshats.

Then there’s the homeowners crap, which is almost enough to make me wish we lived in a little cabin out in Nebraska somewhere, rather than a condo/townhouse in the Bay Area, because the finances SUCK right now.  Did I mention that Ted’s on the board, so he has to hear about it from everyone?  Yeah, fun.

Then there’s poor Gen.  Ted told on his post today about how she’s been in a lot of pain since Sunday night.  Poor baby walks around all hunched up and crying.  So, two vet visits in two days, tests tests tests, and it looks like she has some discs compressed in her spine, probably from a fall that we weren’t here to witness.  :(   BUT, the good news is that she’s feeling better this afternoon, and they gave us pain meds and anti-inflamitories to help her through it all.  She’s going to get fat and lazy, too, because they said no exercise for two weeks.  I guess we’ll have to take turns feeding her bon bons and fanning her pretty face, huh?

Other good news, we went to a really fun concert on Sunday (also discussed on Ted’s post, so I won’t go into detail here).  Did I mention it was free?  And nice and cool in SF?  Ted told me about it Sunday morning, that it was Trip Hop, and I thought, “I don’t like Hip Hop so much, and I think I’d rather stay home and go through mom’s letters and so on”, but then he said, “No, not Hip Hop, TRIP Hop, kind of like Massive Attack and Tricky”, and I said, “Oh, OK, I’m in.”  And it was a really nice day, and a lot of fun to watch so many people get so excited about this group that I’d never heard of before.  Totally fun.

Thank goodness for free concerts and dogs who are not dying, huh?  Oh, and I’m going out for fondue with my dear friend Neva tonight.  Sunday was her birthday.  Yay, melty cheese!


I wrote last year about waterboarding, and how it’s clearly torture, no matter what the dickwads in Washington think. Well, I was walking Genevieve the other day, and listening to Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me on my beloved iPod, and what should I discover? (I swear, you get better news from this show and Comedy Central than 99.9% of what else is out there.) The U.S. government is being sued for copyright infringement, because they tortured inmates at Guantanamo by playing crappy music over and over again, and they never paid the artists any sort of royalties. Kind of an ingenious way to stop torture, I guess, but I gotta say….If I had to listen to My Heart Will Go On on an endless loop, I’d confess to ANYTHING.

How about you? To what would you confess in order to get them to stop playing this song?

Soundtrack to a Vacation

Great DJ, by the Ting Tings.  I like to think of them as being from Guyana, since ‘ting’ is another way of saying ‘thing’ in Guyanese, but they’re not, they’re British.  Anyway, this song is in heavy rotation on Ted’s iPhone, and it’s infectious…meaning, it gets in our heads and sticks there. Luckily, it’s a fun fun song, so we’re enjoying it. Hope you enjoy it too!

If it comes up with a stupid message saying that the video is not longer available, go straight to YouTube, here.

We Are In Love

First Dance002

I know you so well
I can tell by the sound of your voice
If you’re really in love with me
And you are
And you are

You know I can’t lie
If I say to you ‘baby, I love you’
Then baby, I love you
Oh, and I do
Yes, I do

I do… could it be that’s the
Phrase you thought never would phase you
Well baby, you better hold on tight
‘Cause I’m the one who’s supposed to
Kneel down and propose, well alright
Ooo, well I might, I might

So, when I kiss you good-night
Just sleep tight with the thought that you’ll
Always be caught up in love with me
And you’ll dream that the stars up above
Have the answer of whether we’ll be
Or whether we won’t be
In love…
Well, we are,
Yes, we are

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I do… could it be that’s the
Phrase you thought never would phase you
Well baby, Oh, you better hold on tight
‘Cause I’m the one who’s supposed to
Kneel down and propose, well alright
I might, I might

So, when I kiss you good-night
Just sleep tight with the thought that you’ll
Always be caught up in love with me
And you’ll dream that the stars up above
Have the answer of whether we’ll be
Or whether we won’t be
In love…
Well, we are,
Yes, we are
Oh, we are,
Girl we are
Indubitably we are

~ We Are In Love, Harry Connick Jr.

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Yes, we are.

Our first song at our wedding reception, 15 years ago tonight. Happy Anniversary sweetheart. Here’s to our next 15, and the 15 after that, and happily, to a week in Hawaii, coming up soon.

(Do me a favor, and listen to the song, here, and tell me if it isn’t a wonderful first song…really, it was perfect.)

(Past anniversary posts here and here. :)  Yes, I’m pimping my own posts, but there are pretty pictures, some of our groovy Hindu ceremony.)

What Is Love?
Last night in yoga class, I was tied up in my own world and thoughts and pose, and then I looked over at Maya next to me, all twisty herself, and I thought, “child, no one will ever love you the way I do…”. And then, when my brain was supposed to be empty, or at least focusing on the pose, I drifted off into thinking about the different types of love. I mean, no one will ever love a child like their parents. No one. And perhaps mother’s love is different from a father’s love as well.  And, no one will ever love a parent like their children.  It’s a different love than any other out there.

When I say that, though, it kind of makes me feel like I’m saying this love is somehow more powerful or ‘better’ than other kinds of love. I’m not, at all. There are so many people in my life that I love deeply, and who love me, and they are all very different. The love we have for a child is more protective, because that’s our job as parents, to protect them. I think that ferocity can be confused as a more true and real love than others, but I think it’s just different.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this post…I was thinking of listing the different kinds of love: romantic, parental, friends, etc., but that’s somewhat boring. So I guess I would just ask you to meditate for a moment on the many people you love in this world, and how different the love you feel for one person is from that you feel for another. Remember how fortunate you are to have these people in your life. And enjoy the video. 😉

Lonely Boy

I was looking at Greeblemonkey’s blog the other day, and she had a song from her youth up there, which was about eleventy-billion (thanks Nance) times cooler than this song. But this is, indeed, a song from my youth. (Not teen youth, but kid youth, just to be clear.) A song that for some inexplicable reason is on my iPod, and any time I dare push shuffle while listening in the car, it comes on. I hate this song. Really. I mean, listen to the stupid lyrics…this kid’s life is ruined, and why? Because his parents had another child. That’s right, he lost his only child status, and became a ‘lonely boy’. Loser. I picture him ending up in the arms of prostitutes and really needy women, looking for “the love he had lost in that earlier time…”

Which made me wonder, slightly more deepish in my thoughts, how many folks out there have everything they want and need in this life, and yet, wander around, lost and lonely, and looking for things that we perceive that we have lost, but really are probably still there, right in front of us?

Music Update

I decided that my sidebar hasn’t been updated in awhile. I update the books (semi) regularly. I update my blogroll about as often, with new blogs I’ve found, and sometimes getting rid of blogs that no longer speak to me. But the TV part was boring, so I got rid of that. And the music part? Unchanged. Boring. Time for a change. So, I updated my lyrics, which I suspect no one ever looks at, and means nothing to anyone but me. But it does mean something to me. Music isn’t as big a part of my life as it is to Ted…music is his back-beat, his soundtrack, and he likes to have it going most of the time. I sometimes want a soundtrack, and I sometimes want to have quiet…birds, wind, whatever. One thing I’ve noticed that’s a bit different between us, though, is that for Ted, a lot of music is the overall sound, the beat, the rhythm. He’s very interested in what songs will sound good together, in the mix, as they say. For me, it’s more about the words. Maybe that’s because I’m more of a writer, and he’s more of a musician? That doesn’t make sense to me, because I don’t know that I’m more of a writer than he is. He’s certainly written a hell of a lot more than I ever have, from academic papers to screenplays to book and movie reviews, and of course, blogging. But for me, the lyrics of a song mean so much. Not in a doo-wop song, because there’s not much there, but in a lot of music, the stuff written by the poets, like Dire Straits, Simon and Garfunkel, even Jewel. Anyway, perhaps I’m losing my focus here. I wanted to alert you to the update on my sidebar, if you give a crap about such things, and give you a listen as well. So, here are three of the songs I added. Click the links to listen to some great stuff.

Sweet Fire of Love
Robbie Robertson, with U2

I love this song. Ted put it on a mix tape for me way back in those early days…I’m not sure if I had heard it before that. The lyrics are powerful, and they speak to something inside of me. They speak to the part that wants to do something for the world, that wants my actions, my heart, my feelings, to matter. To mean something. I suspect that the ‘sweet fire of love’ they’re talking about is Jesus, though it seems that it shouldn’t be limited to that one interpretation.

Didn’t we shine like silver
Didn’t we bear the cross
(Didn’t we) bring down the hammer
(Didn’t we) beat on the drum
(Didn’t we?)

(Days on the run)
Here she comes
a-shining like a light
(Nights in hiding)
Here she comes
salvation in the night
(Hoping that you were)
I’m giving up the ghost
(The healing inside me)
I’m giving up the ghost

(Breathe in the sweet fire of love)
I’m not afraid anymore
(Sweet, sweet fire)
I’m not alone
(Breathe in the sweetest fire of love)
I’m not the same anymore
(Sweet, sweet fire)
Sweet fire of love

Breathe (2AM)
Anna Nalick: Wreck of the Day

I know, this song is totally overplayed, but still, I love it. And with my current situation, trying to help my mom, trying to figure out the whole letting her help herself, while still helping as much as I can with those things that are out of her control…the whole, letting go of that feeling of being in charge, of being able to fix it for her…well, the song speaks to that for me. It speaks to living your life without regret and remorse. Plus, it sure seems like I need to be reminded lately to breathe.

There’s a light at each
end of this tunnel,
You shout ’cause you’re just
as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made,
you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I’m still awake,
writing a song
If I get it all down on paper,
it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to

And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary,
screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to

But you can’t jump the track,
we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass,
glued to the table
No one can find
the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe

Now I Can’t Find the Door
Sam Phillips: Cruel Inventions

I remember being really into this album when we moved to Philly in ’94. It wasn’t exactly new then, having come out in ’91, but I used to listen to it a lot in my car, and in my office. I remember with this album, as well as with Joan Osborne’s Relish, wishing I had been the one to write it. Wishing I were a musician, and a hot singer with a sexy voice. Not that I truly want to be someone that I’m so completely not, but don’t we all have those moments sometimes? Moments when we pine for talents and gifts that are not ours? I know I do, most often with painting, music, and writing. That’s enough, right?

Germany and Japan
Make me feel so poor
Like seeing some new movie star
In a dress I wore
You’ll notice that
I changed the subject
‘Cause I’m afraid of you
There must be some back way or window
I can climb out through

But now I can’t find the door
Love is what I leave for
I can’t find the door
Away from you, Comrade
Away from you, Darlin’
Away from you

Unlock this dark room
Last time I knocked down the door
I’ve cornered fear with keys
From whispered core

But now I can’t find the door
Love is what I leave for
I can’t find the door
Away from you, Comrade
Away from you, Baby
Away from you
Away from you

Pimpin’ my Peeps

Oh crap, I’m so excited today, I might pee myself. You see, one of my favorite blogs over there on my sidebar, Riley’s Ramblings, belongs to Jess Riley, whose first novel is being released TODAY! And I’ve been there for a bit of her journey, as her editor changed publishing houses, nearly putting the kibosh on the whole project; the name was changed from “Driving with Larry Resnick” to “Driving Sideways”…which is better, actually, because I am a supremo dork, and got Larry Resnick mixed up in my mind with John Rzeznik from the Goo Goo Dolls, which may have been an interesting novel, but surely not the one Ms. Riley had in mind. That whole rock star thing might have been distracting.

Anyway, I’m putting the non-fiction book I’ve been reading (“Why Do I Love These People”) on hold for a bit, and running down to the local bookstore, and picking this up TODAY. Watch this space for a review soonish, because if the book is half as good as her blog, it will be fabulous.

Here’s the summary, from

Leigh Fielding wants a life. Seriously. Having spent the past five years on dialysis, she has one simple wish: to make it to her thirtieth birthday. Now, thanks to the generosity of the late Larry Resnick and his transplanted kidney, it looks like her wish may come true.

With her newfound vitality (and Larry’s kidney) in tow, Leigh hits the road for an excursion that will carry her from Wisconsin to California, with a few stops in between: Mount Rushmore, the Badlands, the Rockies, Las Vegas–and a memorable visit to thank Larry’s family for the second chance.

Yet Leigh’s itinerary takes a sudden detour when she picks up a seventeen-year-old hitchhiker, Denise, a runaway with a bunch of stories and a couple of secrets. Add a long-lost mother, a loaded gun, an RV full of swingers, and Hall and Oates’s Greatest Hits to the mix, and Driving Sideways becomes a hilarious and original journey of friendship, hope, and discovery.

Intrigued? (Hall and Oats?) I totally am. Yay Jess! Keep on with your bad self!

As a special giftie to my readers, if you’re so inclined, here’s Aimee Mann’s Driving Sideways. (click to listen!)

Weekend Wrap-Up

Other than the stress related to my mom’s condition, this was a lovely weekend! Friday, Ted and his brother went out for a yummy dinner at Wente, while Maya and I had a nice evening doing some last minute birthday shopping and making plans for the birthday boy.

Saturday, Ted’s parents invited everyone to their house, and we had a birthday BBQ for Ted. His mom is smart, and the majority of family functions are ‘pot luck’, meaning we all bring something, and no one has to cook or pay for everything. We feasted on pork ribs, lamb ribs, chicken, corn on the cob, fruit salad, the best potato salad ever, artichoke dip, and bruschetta. No wonder some of us didn’t have any room left for cake! It was a relaxing, lovely day, with perfect weather.

Sunday, of course, I ran up to visit my mom and get her moved from the hospital. While I was gone, Ted and Maya went to see Iron Man, which they said was really good. After a few delays at the hospital, I was able to cut out and get home in time to see RUSH with Ted and Maya. That was FUN! And I’ll tell you, I needed a little fun right then. I’m a Rush fan, in that I really like some of their songs, but I’m not a fan like Ted and Maya are. They LURVE Rush. Anyway, the first half of the concert was so-so to me. That being mainly because I’m a casual fan, and didn’t know a lot of the songs. The guy in front of me was probably 6’1″, and had lovely flowing curly locks of hair, which is good, since that’s most of what I could see. But I twisted around a bit, peeked between him and his buddy, and was able to see more.

The second half, though, they ROCKED! They played a lot more songs that I was familiar with, and gosh, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen another rock group work so hard for their audience, and I’m happy to say, the audience responded. What a happy group of people. And by people, I mean white men. Well, at least 3/4 of the people were men, and I would say 7/8 were white. So yeah, lots of white men. Geeks and rockers, mostly.

I’ve never seen Rush live before, though Ted has, plenty of times. I’ve seen them on videos, but live was WAY better. There was one song, I have no idea which one, where the drummer, Neal Peart, had a really long drum solo, and it was AMAZING. Just the difference between seeing him beat those drums on the monitor, vs. looking and seeing his arms totally blurring they were moving so fast. I was amazed, and I had a LOT of fun. Ted and Maya did as well, even more so because they took Monday off from work/school to recuperate from the late night. I couldn’t, because of time I’ve already taken with the whole mom thing. But I did sleep in. One of the benefits of working from home!

Hope your weekend was all of the good, with none of the bad. And if you get a chance to see Rush in concert, I’m going to go out on a limb and say, go for it! And if you’re a fan, or want to see if you MIGHT be a fan, go check out Popdose, where Py has a Rush-centric Mix Six today!