If you are able to get to a theatre where the Linda Rondstadt documentary, The Sound of My Voice, is playing, you must go. In particular if you are between the ages of 50 and 65, growing up with her records playing on your dorm-room stereo, or on the juke box at the local beer joint, you will thoroughly enjoy it.
Chris and I saw it at Liberty Hall in Lawrence and were happy to participate in the spontaneous clapping at the end of the film. Such a voice.
This morning, while sitting on my front porch, in jeans and a long sleeved shirt, under cloudy skies, I noticed that the leaves are beginning to turn.
Which had me singing this tune to myself, not really caring if anyone heard, wishing I could be back in Panama circa 1973 strumming it on the guitar with the "folk group".
The reviews have been mixed, but if you come from a family that listened to the radio for entertainment (Kitty Wells was my favorite growing up) and played records on a turntable in a stereo cabinet (I can still hear my dad singing along to The Silver Tongued Devil and I), then it is likely you will enjoy it as thoroughly as we have thus far. In the first 4 episodes, there has been much to learn about the roots of the music and some of it's founders. The Emmy's are going to have to take a back seat to part 5 of this series which airs this coming Sunday.
Five days ago, on February 10th, I told you about the best chocolate martini I have ever made. Because confirmation never hurts, I repeated the recipe on the 11th and then again on the 12th. I will also be having one today during cocktail time. Which will commence at exactly 3:45pm CST.
This has become my February cocktail. From now until forever. I made it the same way each time, except that I saw in the photo I showed you a bottle of Contreau and then told you I used Gran Marnier when if fact I used Contreau. It could be that both will work just the same, but in the name of full transparency I wanted to call that to your attention.
The other thing you MUST know about, right now, passed on to me by Dottie just this morning, is below. I have already watched it 7 times.
Happy Saturday, happy listening, happy chocolate martini month.
She (one of the shrewd local librarians) found it! And within a week or so of my request. High marks to the Lawrence public library.
Which means I have been introduced to Penelope, Nancy, Olivia, and Cosmo. I am not at all sure about that Nancy, or her seemingly worthless children and husband George. But it's early on and I shall keep an open mind. All of this means that I will be strolling through the Cotswalds, with the occasional train trip to London, and a short jaunt to Ibiza this weekend. All from the comfort of my home, where we have gray skies and a steady gentle drizzle.
I do also intend to plant pansies, make banana bread, and be available to supervise Chris as he prepares a brisket and coleslaw for supper.
And one more thing. While I am rambling on... yesterday after attending a class and having a most excellent Bloody Mary with a friend (at The Webster House in Kansas City - if you live near you should try one), I jumped in the car to head home and This is Love by Mary Chapin Carpenter was on the radio. I turned it up full blast, opened the sun roof, and recognized that I was experiencing a moment of perfect contentment. I love it when I can appreciate (when it's happening) these simple joys. Happy Sunday.
On weekends, in February, when it is 70 degrees outside, you can be sure that oranges will be sliced, flowers will be arranged, and cats will petted.
I may or may not begin the spring flower bed cleaning. It all depends on whether any orange, four footed, garden supervisors, with white tipped tails, are outside or not.
P.S. In case you missed this on PBS Friday night - go and watch it! So many things I did not know about Carole King... and so much good music.
As much as I love going on an adventure, I crave days that are full of pure ordinariness. Chopping up an apple, appreciating the texture of this felted tweed yarn, being able to buy flowers at the store, scrubbing the kitchen sinks, making a to-do list for the weekend, savoring a spicy chai tea latte, and watching the sun go down at the end of it all.
Today was that kind of day. And it was lovely. Do you know Janalea Hoffman? I listened to her "musical accupuncture" CD today when I was knitting in front of the fireplace. Highly recommended if you are into that kind of thing. Which I am.
There was a delightful (and not one bit frightful) barbershop quartet at Angie's place recently. The music totally captivated her.
One of my favorite things about Christmas is the music. I have a lot of Christmas pageants, folk choir Christmas masses, and high school holiday concerts in my past. That means I can harmonize to lots of songs and there is nothing I like better than singing along with Garth Brooks to "Silent Night" or to "The First Noel" with Suzy Bogus. If either of them realized how much the addition of my alto part added to their performances they would likely re-record that old Christmas from the 90's CD - and include me of course.
My sister is coming tomorrow. I am going to talk her into singing a Christmas carol with me to post on the blog for the 25th.
I'll just be here waiting for Santa and trying to decide if Mary Ann would prefer to do Hark the Herald Angels Sing or The Little Drummer boy. If this never materializes you know it's because she put the kibosh on it.
The Kansas state fiddling and picking contest was held this past weekend in Lawrence. We stopped by to have a listen. August in the park, under the shade of some big old trees, listening to music. As Ray Moss would say... you can't beat that with a stick.
We were not the only ones out enjoying the day. Did I mention there was no admission fee?
My hands down favorite part of the day was watching the youth fiddling competition.
The kids I watched were great AND they looked like they were enjoying themselves. I loved that they could march right up and perform in bare feet and a t-shirt or their fanciest skirt and barette. If I had a child I would take them right down to the fiddling and picking school and get them enrolled. I can't remember when I have ever been as completely delighted by a group of performers.
