Paul McCartney

Okay. I went.

I actually heard quite a bit of the concert and very clearly from the water side of the park. You could peek through some chain link fence to see the crowd and the stage was right in front of us, though the side wall of it blocked vision of the band and Paul. Well, I know what he looks like, so that was okay.

There were a few other people there with us and some people dancing and some people on boats listening to it.

Paul sounded strong and it was a good show.

I sat with my group on the concrete walk, back to the fence on the water and we listened and ate Life Savers (fruit) from my purse.

We walked to the restaurant next to the park and sat outside eating Lumpia and listened.

Walked back to BART and came home.

Oh my...this blog is turning out to be mostly about music!

Let me apoligize if you find it dull due to the focus on blogging about music lately.

This entry is also mostly about it.

This past week, my guitarist and I went to perform three pieces at an open mic. We were really good. Really good. Yay. I like to gauge how good by a couple factors mostly.

1. Eyes transfixed on us vs chatting
2. People making a point of coming up to talk to us after to compliment us and or ask us if we have a website or CD.

Other factors are important too but those are two good gauges.

Another music tidbit.

Paul McCartney is performing in San Francisco this evening and I am going to take BART to listen to him. I didn't buy tickets for the event but am going to eat at a restaurant .1 miles from the concert and listen to it while eating. :)

Now. Change to food theme for a moment. I made a delicious speghetti last night. Ground turkey, onions, parmeson, sour cream. Either everyone was extra hungry or it was very good or
both.

The concert

I went to the much anticipated concert.

It was really delightful. Andy Irvine, irish troubadour. His voice is transcendent and other worldly. It is a jewel.

After the concert, my friend and I went to get a CD and asked if he would be able to sign it for us.

They said yes and he came out and signed them and we chit chatted for a few minutes.

He is one tired touring artist. This was his last concert before a break and he is looking forward to going home to just relax.

It was a fulfilling night for my soul.

Super Duper Fun

Tuesday night, I went to play at an open mic and got to talkin' before the show with a woman in the row behind me. Janine. We both like to be social, obviously. Talkers both.

Then turns out she is the wife of a musician I am becoming a fan of (love his voice and guitar playing).

Cool.

Then I met another guy, Kenny, who is a singer/songwriter/guitarist and guitar maker who tours as an opening act for others. He was a handsome, quirky, bit full of himself but likeable guy.

Okay.

Then, later I met another woman who had performed and I really liked her voice and songwriting and piano playing. She gave me a complimentary CD and her card.


Cool.

Then. Oh my! I noticed that the venue was going to have one of my very, very most favorite musicians performing at the end of the month. Wow. I can not explain how amazing that is. I hadn't heard about him in a really long time and had wondered whatever had happened to him.
He has been pivotal in my interests of music since I heard him looooooong ago. He has been crucial, of vital importance in my concept of music. Wow.

I got a ticket to go to the show and am going with the pal who introduced me to his music way back then.

Imagine finding out that, say, Bob Dylan was going to perform at your own home and that would be sort of what emotion I am feeling here.

Gush, gush, gush.

Sigh.

Guitar

Guitar strumming
Reading music, hearing the sound of the strings and the vowels
Seeing someone with a camera and keeping with the task

It Just Comes Natural

Easy Going People, Difficult People

Phoenix
Vaeda
Diego
Demille
Gaby

Five people who I spent two days with who were either very enjoyable to spend time with
or
very taxing

I won't say which is which

17

17 is a really good age.

Do you remember when you were 17?











One of my children turned 17 yesterday. We went out to dinner at a nice restuarant, the kids went to a movie and out for Baskin Robbin's Ice Cream.