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.

Isabelle Allende......cool

I went to see Isabelle Allende speak at a bookstore a couple days ago. She is an author of books for those who may not know.

She first spoke about how she researched her last book in New Orleans. Then she read an exerpt of it. Then she took questions from people in the room.

Things I learned about her
She researches in English. She writes fiction in Spanish and a translater, translates to English for her.
She was a journalist before a novelist.
She waited until her third novel was published in several languages before quitting her day job. Her first agent told her anyone can write a first novel. That we all have one in us. That the second novel makes an author.

It was a really nice event. She is a good speaker. Polished.

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Shhhhhhhhhh. Be very quiet.

I say this because I am thinking about what to write in my blog.

Hmmmm

Okay. Got it.

I have a question for you.

(and yes, that is a poodle in a sweater in the photo above)

If you could spend a week anywhere on the planet except where you are right now, and money were no object and you could take anyone you wanted

where would you go and with who (or is it whom)?