I'm not ready to head back to real life yet. I'm still living in my little Olney world. It's really nice in here.
Yesterday Ernie and I watched David Olney's You Never Know clip and we got all giggly that he mentioned us. Owen walked in the kitchen and I played it for him. He just smiled benevolently and said, "You're all fangurling aren't you Mom?" I said indeed I was and he just shook his head and said, "That's cute Mom."
I love this picture that my friend Matt sent....taken from outside the house the other night....
And my friend Charles sent me some wonderful pictures too.....yay!! More over at facebook.....
One of my favorite songs of the other night was Revolution. Killed me. Just stunning. The sound is a little messy but just listen....you won't care once you hear David's performance and Sergio's gorgeous guitar. Beautiful, beautiful song. Off David's album The Wheel I believe. It's been stuck in my head all week, all rainy, grey week....perfect, perfect, perfect.....
I just finished a breakfast of a particularly outstanding example of Ernie's biscuits, topped with a little leftover Cuban pork, accompanied by a Bloody Mary with a side of coffeemilk. I perused the Sunday paper but wasn't really in the mood for hard news. Ernie read me appropriate tidbits of news (the Maine lobster population has dropped severely), Owen chatted about his strawberry plants, Leo smiled sweetly at me and promised to make me his famous brownies for Mother's Day. We've got some Atlantic cod planned for dinner. The air is soft.
I gotta say....pretty much all is right in my world.
I am deeply, deeply in love with David Olney and Sergio Webb. They are my sweet peas, no question about it.
Friday night was almost heartbreakingly wonderful. As we were getting ready my back was killing me so I called my beloved Teri and she arrived early and took instructions like, well, like one of my family. Huge hugs and love to you Teri---thx! A wonderful crowd, new and old, and the rain stayed away so we all could meander and sit and enjoy the overgrown yard. My food was so-so but people brought great things so it didn't really matter. And then there were my sweet peas.
David and Sergio. Ahhhh. My guys. I don't know if any other house concert we have done has ended with people standing on their feet practically screaming in joy. Damn. That felt goooooooood. The sound was a little screwed up which tortured Ernie but didn't matter at all once it got going. And it just got better and better and better and better as the night went on. Red Guitar. Yes.
It's always a good sign when my friend Bob walks around the house emphatically stating the same thing over and over again. This time it was "Best Olney show ever," "Best Olney show ever," "Best Olney show EVER." And indeed he might be right. Which of course raises the question.....Are Olney and Sergio getting BETTER? That certainly can't be because they're already so incredible.... I don't begin to understand the magic of it all.
After the show my beautiful Mary King told me that she was wrung out...."he'd break your heart, then rock you out, then break your heart, then......" She always gets it.
My rule of thumb is that, the better the house concert is, the worse I sleep that night so I slept like shit Friday night thank you very much. Yesterday consisted of picking up a bit, gathering bottles and cans from the yard, sending the guys to get manure and soil and peat moss, directing them in dumping it all into the raised beds, planting seeds and sitting in the yard. Sergio moseyed over to pack up their van and hang out in the yard for a bit. David joined us and kindly offered to take us out to dinner. I had actually planned to make dinner for them....yet as the day wore on that plan had drifted away... We headed out to Big Grove and had an absolutely lovely dinner. I hugged them real hard as we said goodbye. We went back home and Ernie and Owen planted the tomato plants and cucumber seeds.
All is right.
Thanks David, thanks Sergio, thanks all....
David Olney and spring seem to be helping. I was in a much, much better frame of mind yesterday. The air felt so wonderfully soft when I got home from work. Ernie had weeded some of the front yard and Susan had planted a bunch of plants----it made me incredibly happy. We trundled off to the 6th grade band concert and I must say it was delightful.
Owen was a little wound up beforehand.
Me: Look at the flowers in my windowbox Owen. Don't they look beautiful?
Owen: Yeah, they do. I've been thinking that this summer I really want to spend time outside drawing. Drawing my surroundings, working on perspective, drawing everything. I think it will be really good. I can tell you want to hug me. Please don't hug me. When you hug me we get off topic and I just want to talk about drawing and what I'm going to do this summer. I think drawing is really important and I want to draw what's around me. I think it's almost time to go I don't want to be late.
Me: Well, I was silent because all I wanted to do was hug him.
In other important news.....PAY UP FOR THE DAVID OLNEY AND SERGIO WEBB SHOW! It will be worth every penny and so God damned much more (sorry Debbie)! The black beans are simmering, the pork is marinating.....
Some of you probably know this song from the Emmylou Harris album, but nothing better than hearing it from the songwriter himself.
That's my boy.
Go read HERE to read a bit about it please!
Lord but I was in a foul mood yesterday. Ernie bought me a glass or two of wine after work and let me ramble. He was grumpy too so we found solace, as we almost always do thank God, in each other. We went home and fed the guys and later we ate chips and salsa for dinner. Score one for demonstrating a healthy lifestyle to the guys!
Tonight is the 6th grade band concert. Of course yesterday I tried to convince Owen that it is next Tuesday. Turns out that is the 7-8th grade band concert and since Owen is in 6th grade it wouldn't do me a whole lot of good to go to that one. Such mothering skills I have. Is it menopause, is it dementia? Now that Ernie's back on his hormone therapy for his cancer it's like having a husband with permanent PMS so between the two of us...... God help the poor boys. Oh well. I'm a tiny bit more cheerful this morning and I am finding that playing this video REALLY loud helps a hell of a lot. And I don't have cat vomit on my skirt today so there's that....
Thanks to those that have paid up for the show.....use the link at the top right of the page to do so. Then play this really loud AGAIN.
Yesterday was one of those I-looked-forward-to-this-day-too-much days. Saturday I was tremendously busy with a big work event. I can’t say the work was that tremendously hard but there’s something about the chaos of having hundreds of people in a small space that is wearing. It was a great success but suffice to say I was totally wiped by the end of the day and glad it was over and done. All week I’d been thinking how nice Sunday would be…..
I think I was overtired on Saturday night so I didn’t sleep well. I laid awake for an hour or so in the middle of the night worrying about some issues with the boys. Lord knows things seem worse in the middle of the night. I slept a little late and then started off the day by looking at their interim grade reports. I cannot begin to tell you the rage I felt at seeing some of the lousy grades brought home by my brilliant beautiful boys. Some long, uh, discussions followed. The boys will have completely different challenges in life but none of them are based on lack of intelligence. Grrr. Of course at some point all I can hear is my mother’s voice in my high-school ear, “but you’re capable of so much MORE” and my little high school voice saying, “Yeah, but I really just want to read Maine Antique Digest, and can I drive to the Amphitheater to see Van Halen?”
And so it goes I guess.
The rest of the day saw me obsessing over how to build/figure out a free standing trellis/fence for my new climbing rose. Everything seems to cost money. Yup. I know, a surprise to me too.
However, Friday will bring my beloved David Olney and Sergio Webb. Man they do my heart good. Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait! Maybe ask for the song Roses in honor of my rose..... Time to pay up for Friday folks....it truly, truly, truly is one not to be missed....and if you've never been....this is the perfect way to start!
1. Ahhhh....a weekend, a beautiful sunny day, and lots of make up math homework for a certain someone. What could go wrong?
2. Hattie, in her favorite spot, the shower....probably waiting for her beloved Todd to come back.
3. So, because it's a lazy Saturday morning and I'm wasting time, I clicked on the site for some upcoming movie---it's supposed to show you how much can be gleaned from your facebook profile. It said I was a conformist and demonstrate compliance and will be governable if pressured. It also compared my commonly used words with those of David Olney. Mine were sorry, smashed, of course, perfect and respect. David's were neurotic, depressive, deviant, volatile and submissive. Huh. It also said I lived at 1010 W. Springfield so perhaps David and I are safe.
4. Speaking of my neurotic, depressive, deviant, volatile and submissive (I get the first four, not so sure about the last one) David Olney, I am like a little kid waiting for Christmas. Less than two weeks now!! This video will always be one of my favorites. It's the first song he did from the first show he played at our house. Most people there had no idea what to expect and you can hear people laughing in shock as he gets going. Makes me do damn happy every time I play it. I've posted it hear a million times and you can expect that to continue. My sweet peas....can't wait to have them here! This is from four years ago, can you believe it? My sister Debbie was here that night, my Mom was still alive, the boys were only 8 and 10....a long time ago.
OH, and what this one, watch this one!!!
5. So I'm doing Cuban-ish for the David and Sergio show. Roast pork with orange juice and lime juice, some vegan black beans and rice. How does that sound?
6. Last year Ernie made two new small raised beds on the patio. Owen claimed one of them and planted a strawberry plant and a couple of annuals. This year we're rearranging some things since the death of our patio fence and I wanted to move some other strawberry plants into Owen's bed. We were walking down the alley the other day and I broached it to him. He looked at me impassively, said, "Sorry Mom, my strawberry's a lone wolf" and walked on. I followed behind him giggling and snorting. What the hell am I going to do with this creature?
7. Have I mentioned that my beautiful brown-eyed sweet pea came home from school the other day with not just high honors, but also the Einstein Science Award? Damn I love that boy, award, or no award.
8. Scheduling an appointment at the Cancer Center for 4:00 on a Friday afternoon is just DAMN stupid. But we made it and it was all good. I am LOVING Ernie's new oncologist and feel really good about his care. Ernie's PSA was still down and the oncologist also ordered an x-ray and referred him to physical therapy for the problems from the car accident. Love him. AND Ernie looked damn cute getting his infusion while wearing his Ian Hunter t-shirt. Listened to that Ian Hunter album the other day and JHC it's freaking great.
9. And last, but certainly not least, the pleasures of going sleepily up to bed after a shower on a Friday night, only to find clean white sheets and freshly plumped pillows. A good start to the weekend.
1. I slept late today. First day with no plans in a long time....or at least that's how it feels. I'm glad the workweek is over....getting back into the groove after break was hard for some reason. I ate some leftover Papa Del's for breakfast, read the Sunday paper, such as it is, and then started feeling not quite sure what to do with myself. I wandered over to the computer and ended up playing a David Olney video and damn....I felt so much better. It's like drinking water when you're thirsty.
Now Ernie is doing dishes and I am sitting here, chatting to him every so often, playing a 1982 David Olney and the X-Rays clip from Austin City Limits. That's my boy.
2. A few more pictures from last week's trip
This was the lobby of our hotel in Nashville. The Shriners that were pouring into our hotel as we were getting checked in to it seemed none too impressed with it. Owen was wide-eyed at the Shriners. It was quite a sight. Evidently the our hotel was where Roger Miller's King of the Road Inn used to be....at least there were pictures of Roger Miller throughout.
4. Now what I SHOULD do is sit down with Ernie and our bills and try to work out a leaner budget so we can afford our car payment. But what AM I going to do? I think I'm going to go peruse recipes online...I'm thinking Cuban pork roast for the David Olney show....with vegan black beans and rice? What do you think????
5. OH....and go to this page and look at the top picture of David and Sergio. I swear it's one of the best live shots I've ever seen of them.....I wanted to steal the image for here but I try to respect photographer/artist's right so I'll just make you go look at it there..... Come ON...isn't that a great picture???
6. And one more....
I recently got a pattern glass goblet off of eBay. It kinda broke my heart that it only went for $17 even though I was glad to get it for that. Acorn Band...made by Portland Glass Company (1863-1873). I think Portland made some of the most beautiful patterns and finely designed molds in pattern glass. Incredible detail. I love this pattern and am now kicking myself for selling the water pitcher we had in that pattern. Oh well.
I was sorry to see Sam Rosenberg lose the primary and I can't help but wonder what the results would have been like without the ham-handed mailing/tv campaign. Oh well. We'll see what happens with Sam in the future. Right now though...onward...and hoping we can keep the district Democrat.
My poor sweet pea Owen is home sick again with a fever and cold. It's been remarkably quiet in the house. Good God in heaven...please don't let anyone else get it....sigh.
And now, hopefully a correctly proofread poster for Irene Kelley. And could I love Mark Gerking more? He put NASTURTIUMS on the poster. One of my all time favorite flowers. I just ordered two packs of seeds!
If I'm not mistaken this is a song she wrote with the inimitable Peter Cooper. She's got co-writes with Peter, Eric Brace and my beloved David Olney on this album. This is going to be a great show. Please spread the word on this....would really like to get some new people in for this....if you have friends that are more into traditional/bluegrass...this would be a good show to get them to.....we would greatly appreciate the help!
Oh, and then there's this one from awhile back.... You might have heard it by Alan Jackson but it was written by Irene Kelly and Mark Irwin.
As I wrote in an earlier post, music is obviously important to me, and very few artists currently working are as important to me as David Olney.
My family is of course what is most important to me, and I am beyond words, and almost beyond feelings, grateful for them this Thanksgiving. I am thankful that, despite the losses, no one was killed in the tornado that swept through Gifford. I am also truly thankful for the role that music plays in my life, that it comforts me, challenges me, enlightens me...it gives me joy and it somehow gives me a rock to hold on to.
It may seem funny to be asking for contributions on a day of giving thanks, but I am so thankful we have music in our world. I am thankful we can communicate through music and express joy and sadness in music. And I am so thankful that I have been able to experience David Olney's music. I am thankful for the kindness and friendship that he and Sergio Webb have shown us. (Oddly enough David was in a dream of mine last night and I was telling him that I was pregnant, he was very pleased for me and was suggesting names. Sergio just smiled. Unfortunately I don't recall what names he came up with. Weird.)
And I know that just because he important to me and to Ernie, that doesn't make him important to you. However I know that many friends have had a glorious time experiencing his songs and performance at one of the three house concerts he has done for us. So if any of you can donate just the tiniest amount it would be great. It would make us feel as though we have contributed not just to his campaign but contributed to a community of those who love this music, if that makes any sense. The Kickstarter ends on December 6 so we're getting to the end. Do remember that you aren't charged until December 6, and even then only if he hits his goal. Please, please, please help make this happen.
Listen to this. It's a song about the Titanic. What sets it apart a bit is the fact that it's written from the point of the view of the iceberg. Damn I love him.
Oh, and in honor of Thanksgiving, his ode to the sweet potato:
oh, God, I can't help myself....I love this one too! And one of the youtube comments for this says,
And sometimes he's just damn silly but that makes me happy too. This was at the first show he did for us.