Sunday, September 28, 2008
Craig and Annie and I will be helping to serve up Tex's famous marinated Tri-tip -- raising money for the Western Open Fiddle Contest coming up on October 24th-25th.
So strap on a feedbag for the fiddlers! It's a good cause, supporting the North State's rich musical heritage.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
2480 Athens Ave - near Cypress.
I could have spent the whole day there - the place is packed with fun and funky vintage clothing and groovy accesories -- all reasonably priced.
We'll be back.
Friday, September 26, 2008
My kids' homeschool drama group is rehearsing "Our Town" -- so I quickly put it on our Netflix queue.
"We'll watch both of them," I said, "the William Holden film and the live version with Paul Newman."
Annie (age 19): Paul Newman was an actor?
Joe (age 12): NO WAY! The Salad Dressing Dude? Really?
Mom (age nevermind) :::deep sigh, tinged with a melancholy disbelief:::
The list of movies now in our queue: Hud, Cool Hand Luke, The Hustler and The Young Philadelphians.
Little Filly's in Palo Cedro (22047 Palo Way) serves up some of the best -- the garlic crust is my favorite - and they've got a terrific selection of beers on tap.
Craig and I will be there on Saturday night, celebrating the release of our Sacramento River Whispers CD, starting at 7 PM. We have a few giveaways and a whole bunch of tunes -- old and new -- that we're looking forward to sharing.
We'd love to see you there - all are welcome. Even City Council Candidates.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The song was inspired by the Frank Capra classic, It's a Wonderful Life, the sappy but sweet movie that we've watched countless times. We've committed most of the dialogue to memory - and snippets of it have become part of our family shtick.
My aunt Carol Coombs played little Janie Bailey, the piano-playing gal who banged out Hark, the Herald Angels Sing "over and over and OVER!!!" --'til Jimmy Stewart just about went over the edge. That sort of thing happens at our house, too.
The kind folks over at KLXR AM 1230 added this song to their Christmas playlist for the past couple of years. It's yours to download for free, this week on our website.
It Was a Wonderful Life
words and music © Erin Coombs Friedman
Last Spring I left behind a picture perfect family
Then I learned all that glitters is not gold
By September I was sorry, sad and lonely
It’s Christmas Eve - I’m at the end of my rope
There’s an old movie playin’ on the TV
‘Bout a man who had it all but wanted more
He’s got Clarence – Me? I got Jim Beam
We’re both wishing we’d never been born
It was only black and white
But It Was a Wonderful Life
It used to be mine and I want it back
One more time for Auld Lange Syne
It Was a Wonderful Life
And I want it back
I want to run through the streets of our home town
Find you waitin’ there beside the Christmas tree
Bells are ringing, children singing - I see it all now
I’m home again and an angel gets his wings
Can we hit rewind – get our happy ending this time?
Make this Christmas dream of mine come true
Friday, September 19, 2008
Daughter Annie recommended Jerome K. Jerome's "Three Men in a Boat" as our next read-aloud. I had my doubts about a book first published in 1889 -- not sure it was quite what we were looking for after a satisfying diet of Harry Potter and Alex Rider. But she promised us we'd love it, and she's usually spot-on about what the boys and I will enjoy.
Funny, irreverent, sarcastic -- filled with dry, British wit. I find myself marking passages to read to Craig, like this gem:
"Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone who loves you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing."
You can read more about the man and his stories at the Jerome K. Jerome Society web page - and if you like to laugh, take a trip with Three Men in a Boat.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
It's the amount of debris picked up by volunteers during last year's Coastal Clean-Up event.
The fearless leader of the Redding chapter of Roots and Shoots, Karen Scheuermann, is seeking volunteers to pick up trash and recyclables at Whiskeytown beaches this Saturday, September 20th, from 9 until noon. Show up at the Whiskeytown Visitor's Center at 9 AM for assignments - all are welcome.
Our beautiful Whiskeytown Park has had a rough summer - here's a chance to help her.
We're giving away free downloads of The Lost Falls of Whiskeytown this week in honor of this volunteer event.
The Lost Falls of Whiskeytown
music and lyrics:© Erin Coombs Friedman
Our morning coffee comes with heavy silence
In the nighttime we find refuge in our dreams
Like some mid-life cliché
We sleepwalk through the day
While the love of a lifetime slips away
They finally found
The Lost Falls of Whiskeytown
They found crystal caverns
Buried deep beneath the ground
A fortune in gold
In a mountain of stone
Surely we can find the love we lost
Right here at home
I used to find an open invitation
In your eyes and in your tender touch
Like a postcard from a lonely place
You’re so far away these days
And I’m trying to find a reason I should stay
Too much to lose –- too much at stake
I’ll find my way back to you –
Whatever it takes
Sunday, September 14, 2008
And yes - I've been using it for a week. Reminding people, I'm sure, of a grapefruit-scented hotel washroom.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Congratulations and a great big "YAHOO!!" from Cottonwood.
Read more and listen to this talented lady at the Rita Hosking website.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Post the rules on your blog
Write 6 random things about yourself
Tag 6 people at the end of your post
If you’re tagged, DO IT and pass on the tag…
1. I very rarely cry, but the last scene of It's a Wonderful Life gets me every single time.
2. My favorite breakfast food is leftover pizza.
3. I can uncork a bottle of wine with a towel and a tree.
4. I don't know how to turn our television on. It involves three remotes, a complicated sequence of button-pushing and - I think - a secret Hebrew chant. It's not a problem because I've never wanted to watch the thing when I'm alone in the house.
5. I think being mauled by a grizzly bear would be a good way to die.
I won't be tagging anyone, because my "allergy to authority" has left me unable to follow directions and
#6 I was a computer science major at one time and know something about geometric progressions, and I think this riff will play itself out momentarily.
Friday, September 5, 2008
I don't know how true it is, but the story tugged at my heart.
These days, my CD player has been spinning a variety of Irish music - sweet folk ballads, drinking songs and traditional fiddle tunes. I wanted to honor that bit of my family's history with a new, old Irish song:
The Turf o' Tullamore
In freedom will I e’er a stranger be
So up the stairs I climb
Open up the trunk and find
The piece of home I carried ‘cross the sea
Exiles both – the Irish sod and I
The Turf o’ Tullamore
Will know my bones forevermore
Sweeten my grave when I
Lay down to die
For my sons I made a pledge
They’ll not beg The Crown for daily bread
There’s days I understand
The promise in this promised land
And days I fill my glass with my regrets
When I take my final rest
Lay The Turf o’ Tullamore upon my breast
And it’s sweet - the dream I’ll dream
Home to Erin’s fields of green
By the Shannon’s holy waters, I’ll be blessed
Monday, September 1, 2008
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