Tex Ash is a bass player with the California Old Time Fiddlers. A tireless volunteer and dedicated musician, he and his upright bass are a team, gracing the stage at the Western Open and local fiddle jams for years. Some time between Monday and Tuesday of this week, Tex's bass was stolen from his Red Bluff home.
It's valuable, it's unique, it's huge -- and the Nancy Drew in me believes that it would be very difficult for a thief to unload this precious piece of stolen property very easily. Please spread the word to musicians, music stores, pawn shops -- anywhere this instrument might turn up.
Here's a description: "Stolen from our home at 469 Jackson Street in Red Bluff CA on or about 28 December 2009 Austrian flat-back 3/4 or 7/8 size, carved top, bass fiddle, circa 1880 Dark mahogany (almost black) finish. Tomastic steel strings Modern steel adjustable peg with a golfball. Some varnish scratches on front showing the natural spruce color" If you have any information please call: Phone: (530) 527-6127 or (530) 604-4834 Email: texshar@pacbell.net Or the Red Bluff Police at (530) 527-3131
Songwriter Steve Seskin (I Think About You, Don't Laugh at Me and many others) is most generous with his insight and experience. A wonderful storyteller, he shares the nuts and bolts of good songwriting with humor and honesty. He, Don Henry and Craig Carothers are presenting a songwriting workshop at the Freight and Salvage in Berkeley on January 9th.
It's about this time each year, halfway through Shipping Hell Week (it's actually a Hell-Fortnight), that we prescribe a little R & R for ourselves. It involves champagne and movie-watching. The movie is always the Frank Capra classic It's a Wonderful Life.
It's sappy-but-sweet and we've watched countless times. Craig and I and the kids have committed most of the dialogue to memory - and snippets of it have become part of our family shtick.
"Where's that money, you silly, stupid old fool?!"
My aunt, Carol Coombs, played little Janie Bailey in the film, the piano-playing gal who banged out Hark, the Herald Angels Sing "over and OVER!!!" --'til Jimmy Stewart just about went over the edge. That sort of thing happens at our house, too.
This song was inspired by the movie, and the kind folks over at KLXR AM 1230 had this song to their Christmas playlist for the past couple of years.
It's yours to download for free on our website this week: Click here.
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
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
Can we hit rewind – get our happy ending this time?
I'm baking mountains of goodies this month - shortbread, toffee, biscotti.... But I think these White Chocolate Brownies may be the best thing to come out of my kitchen.
My friend Bob -- loves these. The recipe came about when I had a shortage of eggs and had to tinker with the original recipe. It worked like magic.
Make them for someone you love this Christmas.
White Chocolate Brownies
12 oz White Chocolate Chips
1 cup Butter
3 Eggs
1 cup Sugar
2 tsp Vanilla
1/4 cup Mayonnaise
1 3/4 cup Flour
2 cups Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
Melt butter and white chocolate chips together in microwave (1-1 1/2 minutes stirring occasionally). Let it cool (but not harden). In a separate bowl, beat together eggs, sugar, vanilla and mayonnaise for 5 minutes. Beat in melted butter/chocolate mixture. Add flour and stir until well mixed. Pour batter into a greased 13×9 pan. Sprinkle dark chocolate chips on top of batter. Bake at 325 degrees for 30-40 minutes (DO NOT OVER BAKE) Take them out as soon as the center of the brownies is firm. Enjoy!
Singer-songwriter Rita Hosking is originally from Eastern Shasta County. Her voice and her honest songwriting have won her high praise from critics and fans throughout the country. Rita won the prestigious Dave Carter Memorial Songwriter Competition in 2008 and her latest CD, Come Sunrise, has been nominated for a 2010 Independent Music Award.
In November, I accepted a songwriting challenge over at the Songwriting Scene blog. I had been wanting to write a new Christmas song, and figured if I committed to it in a public forum, I'd have to actually deliver.
And Lo! - a Christmas miracle has indeed taken place - I finished it and recorded it before the deadline. The song is dedicated to our nation's military personnel, stationed far from home, and to the families who miss them.
Wish you could see the first snowfall The lights upon the tree But we’ll miss you most of all When we gather round to sing The First Noel and Silver Bells I’ll Be Home For Christmas You’re in our prayers And Christmas Carol wishes
This Christmastime We wish you a Silent Night Angels on High A midnight clear and bright These Christmas Carol Wishes Are sent with all our love Hoping next year you’ll be here To sing with us
Joy to the World - Auld Lange Syne Faithful friends to gather round O Holy Night Divine Amazing Grace how sweet the sound May you find comfort and joy In yuletide melodies And when your day is done A heavenly peace
This Christmastime We wish you a Silent Night Angels on High A Midnight Clear and bright These Christmas Carol Wishes Are sent with all our love Hoping next year you’ll be here To sing with us
Dairrien Call is a Redding teenager facing serious surgery in a few weeks, and friends have organized a fundraiser for the family to help defray some of the travel and family expenses.
A Spaghetti Dinner - suggested donation of $4 each. Church of the Redeemer 844 Butte Street December 4th From 5pm-7pm
For those who would like to help in other ways, there will also be a donation basket for cash donations or gift cards and a bake sale.
Read more about Dairrien and his Mom at THIS WEBSITE.
Handel's Messiah -- still relevant 250 years after the composer's death. A nice treat in this month's Smithsonian - an article on Handel and his beloved composition.
The Messiah was written for Easter, but it's become a Christmas tradition. The Shasta Symphony and master choir will be performing - and inviting the audience to sing-along -- on December 4th at 7:30 PM at The Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints, 4075 Riverside Ave, in Anderson.
Head to The Downtown Eatery this Wednesday, December 2nd, for their monthly Singer Songwriter Showcase and Open Mic. Music gets underway at 7 PM, hosted by singer-songwriter Phil Paige.
At 9 PM, my dear friend Nick Ciampi will be the featured artist, and he'll play a set of his original tunes. A little Dylan-esque and completely dedicated to sharing his passion for music, Nick is a local treasure. Enjoy!
Last week a charming furniture consignment store opened up in the space recently vacated by Rustic Charms.
FINDERS KEEPERS, at 2235 Hilltop Drive, is operated by Amanda Sinyard, who is loving her new, spacious location - she moved her store from a smaller spot on Bechelli Lane.
Amanda's offering lovely vintage pieces -- used and on consignment - at very reasonable prices.
For years I thought I was too busy in December to volunteer as a Salvation Army Bell ringer. Our family runs a mailing and shipping business (Wrap-N-Pack) and December is sheer madness for us. I promised myself I'd volunteer as a bell ringer when Christmastime was less hectic.
Then a couple years ago I ran into Chic Miller of Bella Vista Farms outside of the Holiday market. She was there with one of her precious donkeys, ringing a bell to raise money for the Salvation Army. Chic runs an incredible operation - a rescue farm filled with animals who require her care and feeding 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
If she can find two hours to volunteer, then anyone can. So we gave it a try, my kids and I. We ring the bell, we sing and we are humbled and amazed for the entire shift. People who look as though they have nothing at all to give will scrounge their pockets for change. Mamas teach their children about charity and encourage their little ones to drop money in the kettle. Everyone smiles.
It's a blessed two hours -- we spend it being utterly and completely grateful.
In Redding, call 530-222-2207 to schedule a shift.
Yesterday there was a long discussion over at A News Cafe about how generous the North State community is, and I'm hoping folks will chip in -- even just a little bit -- to help this family. Times are hard everywhere, but Misty Call's request for help especially tugs at my heart.
Misty is a single mom of three boys - homeschooling them and dealing with some difficult health issues. Her oldest son, Dairrien, was born with birth defects and he is headed for a complicated surgery and lengthy stay at Shriner's Hospital at the end of next month.
Misty is hoping to raise money to help pay expenses associated with his hospital stay and care for her middle child while she and her two other boys are away. You can read her story and donate here: Help with Son's Surgery
If you are more comfortable sending donations privately, please email Misty and she will give you a mailing address.
When our kids were young, we lived in San Jose. We used to take our munchkins to a city park that butted up against an old estate. We could peer through an ancient hedge and see a huge, decrepit old mansion - abandoned, spooky, mysterious.
In the 90s, the property was purchased -- The Historic Hayes Mansion -- it was renovated and transformed into a hotel, restaurant and convention center.
It sits smack in the middle of a thriving suburban San Jose neighborhood, and it's magnificent. Craig and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary with a romantic dinner there in 1995. Two years ago, my sister was married there in an intimate family ceremony. When my sisters and I get together, Cosmos at The Hayes, in front of the fireplace, are a mandatory part of the weekend.
If you find yourself in the South Bay, put The Hayes Mansion on your list of Off-The-Beaten-Path places to visit. Read more here.
Husband and wife duo Steve and Diana Wallis -- PINE DOGZ -- will be at The Post Office in the Downtown Mall tonight. They play a fun variety of folksy-rockin'-blues, with some nice originals tossed into the mix. Music and fun start at 6:30.
From their website: "Pine Dogz do more than howl at the moon. Transplanted to the North State from the S.F. Bay Area, Pine Dogz perform cover tunes and original music that’s a little bit folk, a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll and a lot of heart and soul. "
Max came into the living room when Craig and I were enjoying a rare moment of of silence.
Max: "Why aren't you guys talking? Why aren't you playing music? Are you getting a divorce?! Which one of you is packing up and moving to L.A. ? - cuz' that's who I'm siding with."
This song grew out of a casual conversation with a songwriting buddy who bet I couldn't guess his middle name. It turned into a song I enjoy singing and one of our most popular downloads, though I'm not quite sure why. Maybe because it's short?
Craig gives me a skeptical, sideways glance every time I sing the line: "Riches spun from a sheaf of honest goods."
"Sheaf? Nobody says "sheaf."
"I do. It's my song and I'll say "sheaf" if I want to."
I was born a miller’s daughter Pressed into the pages of a fairy tale No minstrel- I’m not free to wander Beyond the reaches of this spinnin’ carousel
chorus:
With these simple gifts of heart and soul I will toil on my own Spinning my straw into gold Spinning, spinning Spinning my straw into gold
I will take my pay in pleasure Strike no desperate bargain in the woods A truth – well-told is mine to treasure Riches spun from a sheaf of honest goods
With these simple gifts of heart and soul I will toil on my own Spinning my straw into gold Spinning, spinning Spinning my straw into gold
The Mount Shasta Mall will be crawling with artists this Saturday --- the Shasta County Arts Council presents ARTsMART. Enjoy demonstrations, entertainment and get some early Christmas shopping done AND support our local arts community.
Craig and I are looking forward to playing our original tunes on the Macy's stage from 4:30 - 6. But if you're one of those people for whom the phrase "original country folk music" evokes a flight-or-fight response, fear not. The other options for your listening pleasure include:
The Doug Godwin Band The Phil Seymour Band Celtic Harp The Shasta Blues Society bands and more -- you can read the details and the schedule at the ARTS Council website.
We're looking forward to including a few new tunes on our playlist and we'll be doing this song - one of our favorites to perform live. And yes, we often stand in our backyard with our guitars - usually when our kids lock us out of the house.
Too many versions of the song Hallelujah have songwriter Leonard Cohen pleading for mercy. Those royalty checks, though, are probably coming in handy....
We really are planning to release a new CD before Christmas, but recording has gone much slower than we hoped.
We're putting in a lot of hours at Wrap-N-Pack, which doesn't leave a great deal of time and energy for the fun things. Add to that: a house full of kids who have busy lives and require attention and care, and we have a dose of excuses for not making more progress on our next CD.
But I'm through with excuses, and now that we've got a CD title - Storms and Blessed Burdens-- I'm ready to plow full-speed ahead.
We're recording 10 songs - one Stephen Foster cover and nine originals. This will be one of them:
I tried to overlook your faults I tried to make this work Some guys are worth the trouble they cause And sometimes a jerk is just a jerk I’ll resurrect an old cliche “It’s not you, it’s me” We’re incompatible as night and day Cuz I’m not the kind of woman you need
chorus:
What you need is A Stupid Woman High heels and a low IQ Nobody but A Stupid Woman Would put up with the likes of you A buxom doll with legs up to here Nothin’ at all between the ears Dumber than dirt and eager to please A Stupid Woman is what you need
Your lame jokes will be just her speed Drone on - she won't care Your dream girl comes complete With open arms and a vacant stare It’s easy to fool a bulb that dim She’ll fall for all your lines “Business meetings last til 2 AM” “Sixty seconds is a good long time.”
I’ll step aside, you be my gift To the world’s brainless twits The Bimbo Brigade is welcome to you Dumb bunnies need love, too
Found this very sweet entry on our website guestbook - it refers to a song I wrote: "The Turf o' Tullamore."
"I was casually browsing youtube references to my hometown when I came across the Turf o' Tullamore. Just about every major town in Ireland has had a signature song except Tullamore - until now! It was worth waiting for - truly exceptional. Thanks guys. "
The Internet has given us the opportunity to casually reach all the way around the world -- from Shasta County back to where my mother's family came from more than a hundred years ago. Marvelous and mind-boggling.
This song tells a bit of the story of my great-great grandfather, George Convy, who brought a piece of the old country with him when he emigrated from Tullamore, Ireland, to St Louis, MO.
Into the West – land of the free 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
chorus:
Weeping o’er The Turf o’ Tullamore 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
chorus
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
Kris Kristofferson is a songwriter's songwriter - a brilliant poet with a charming backstory that's legend in songwriting circles. Songwriters do dearly love their fairytales -- success stories that follow years of frustration and hard work.
In this video from ABC.com, he talks about his history in Nashville, his friend Johnny Cash and Janis Joplin's recording of Bobby McGee. The 73-year-old singer/songwriter/actor/activist will be on tour this winter and his new CD, "Closer to the Bone," is slated for release this week. Aging gracefully, indeed.
Annie fairly bounced out of the library bookstore wearing a big grin. "The Devil's Dictionary! For a dollar! I've been looking for this."
I had no idea what she was talking about. Annie is our family literature fiend, with hundreds of books packed into her little bedroom. She explained that The Devil's Dictionary, by Ambrose Bierce, is a sarcastic, witty collection of word definitions, like this:
battle: n. A method of untying with the teeth of a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
egotist: n. A person of low taste, more interested in himself than in me.
It's a delicious, irreverent read and because it's no longer covered by copyright law, the entire thing is available online at: The Devil's Dictionary.
We've played a couple of times at Redding's City Hall. The sound bounces around the halls in horribly convoluted ways, but it's a venue I absolutely love -- because everyone is welcome and the entire community is invited and encouraged to celebrate the arts and local artists. It seems to me the perfect spot for sharing our original songs, songs that celebrate Shasta County's unique landscape and characters.
We are looking forward to Thursday's Art reception - where several local artists and the Shasta College Floral department will be showing their work. We'll be playing our tunes from 5 - 7 PM.
And since we work in words and music and not marble slabs, we get to re-tool songs every now and then. We're debuting a new and improved version of our song: "A Kiss Beneath the Sundial Bridge," and our Twitter followers and our blog readers will receive a Sundial Bridge postcard AND a kiss -- just by mentioning they read about the offer here. While supplies last, of course.
Loved her - loved the Peter, Paul and Mary story -- a carefully crafted sound that endured. We are not big concert goers - but we thoroughly enjoyed Peter, Paul and Mary several times and always felt they gave a show that was inspiring and worth every penny.
If you're out and about in Downtown Redding tonight, stop by The Post Office for some original tunes and lovely covers from Pine Dogz.
Singer-songwriter Diana Wallis and her husband Steve are Pine Dogz - good, talented folks who love what they do. Diana and I have done some co-writing together and if you enjoy bluesy-rock you will enjoy their set tonight at this friendly venue.
Pine Dogz 8:30 - 11 PM September 12th The Post Office Redding's Downtown Mall
Two weeks ago I accepted a fun songwriting challenge from songwriter-blogger Sharon Goldman -- write a song using the title of a book. I had a million other things going on in my life, but I was happy to have a good reason to concentrate on songwriting. I hadn't written anything new for awhile, so I committed to giving it my best shot.
I chose "The Hour of the Outlaw" - a charming piece of historical fiction (with a lovely, lyrical title) by Maiya Williams. The song is my own historical fiction: a local legend woven with a little bit of mystery.
(The song is 4:11 -- for some reason Windows Movie Maker thinks it's 6:20 - I'm too tired to figure out what caused the discrepancy.)
He checked his pocket watch and he pulled his hat down low Crouched in shadowed canyon beside the stagecoach road Stood ready with his shotgun and when the stage arrived Shot the guard and stole the gold and proved his daddy right
Chorus:
The Hour of the Outlaw Seconds beat like a drum The Hour of the Outlaw The countdown has begun
His daddy was a scoundrel, a gambler and a thief Took a bullet in his back for the aces up his sleeve Before he died he said, “Son, outlaw blood runs through your veins And all I got to leave you is this pocket watch and chain”
The Outlaw of the stagecoach trail could not out run his fate Time had come for justice and justice would not wait An angry mob rode out to Whiskey Creek and tracked him down Left him swinging like a pendulum from the highest tree in town
The treasure still lies buried on the banks of Whiskey Creek Many men have searched - and failed fortunately But when the time is right some unsuspecting soul Will dig up a cursed pocket watch and strongbox full of gold
At songwriting camp, Mary Gauthier explains that all songwriters have a Monster Voice - a discouraging, mocking internal critic. Successful songwriters, she says, have learned to talk back to it.
Read more about Gauthier's class at the Rocky Mountain Song School in this piece by Jessie Torrisi at the LA Times website.
A little closer to home (The SF Bay Area), the West Coast Songwriter conference is coming up in September. They offer discounted registration fees to North State Songwriter members. For detail go to their website:
I was on a roll for awhile and busily churning out songs. But I haven't written anything new for a couple of weeks (I don't count commercial jingles) and I always get antsy at this point.
IS there another song out there -- will it show itself? Please?
Usually a change of scenery will get the creative juices flowing again -- hiking a new trail, setting out in unfamiliar surroundings -- seems to shock the system into producing something worth working on. At least it has in the past. But I'm curious how other people deal with these dry spells.
A question for you Artist-Creative Types: What do you do when you can't muster any creative thoughts? How do you recharge your artistic batteries?
The Sacramento River Trail has always been good to me, so I'll be heading out there this week. That's where I found this song, "River Whispers," last year:
My sister took me to a swanky spa to get my first-ever professional pedicure. It was heavenly. I was explaining to Joe, my 13-year-old, how luxurious it was:
Me: You're wrapped in a soft robe and they put a warm towel around your shoulders, then you lean back in a cozy armchair and they put a lavender pillow over your eyes...
Joe: Your eyes are covered?
Me: Yes.
Joe: MOM!! -- Do you know how easy it would be for them to just slit your throat?!
Gee, no.
I hadn't considered the possibility of a sneak attack - but I sure will now.
We're gathering for our 9th annual Neighborhood Block Party tonight. We always look forward to gabbing with the neighbors and meeting the newcomers. I'll be baking two Texas Sheet Cakes - one with nuts, one without -- because that's what I've brought to the party for 9 years. Both cakes usually disappear pretty quickly, and I would probably be shot if I didn't bring them.
The recipe I use - easy, quick and yummy - is from ALLRECIPES.COM:
The fine folks - Doni, Kelly, Phil, Steve and Jim -- at anewscafe.com are celebrating an anniversary.
I'd like to dedicate this song to all the folks there who have landed so gracefully and work hard to provide the North State with a fine, friendly place to hang out. Many thanks.
I was busy planning my 9th birthday party when the music-loving masses converged on the other side of the country for Woodstock in 1969.
August 15th marks the 40th anniversary of the historic festival, and there's a sweet story in Smithsonian about the couple whose embrace was captured on film by photographer Burk Uzzle.
They are still married - 38 years. Read the story here.
I spent the last few days in the lap of luxury -- being spoiled by family and friends down in LA. Amazing food (corn risotto, grilled vegetable and goat cheese salad, heirloom tomatoes in pesto vinaigrette, maple-glazed cedar plank salmon and more -- too much more) and good times. Lots of good times.
On my bedside table at my sister Kate's house was a Godiva chocolate bar and the book I'd sent her for her birthday: "A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table" by Molly Wizenberg. Wizenberg has penned a lovely memoir of family and food. She's a funny, honest writer, and she conveys her love of all things delicious with a heartfelt passion that's addicting. Each chapter focuses on a poignant story from the author's life and concludes with a mouth-watering recipe. I devoured the book -- can't wait to try every recipe
Lucky for all of us, Wizenberg writes a food blog -- Orangette -- and it's just as tasty as the book. Prepare to get hungry and click here.
We've gardened for many years (well....Craig has gardened -- I cheerlead) but we've never had such a bumper crop. Maybe we've finally got the bone-meal, watering, and weeding thing down. Or maybe this summer's weather has just been too perfect.
Whatever. We are enjoying bruschetta, salsa, gazpacho, fresh marinara sauce, simple tomato, basil and olive oil salads.
Some of them are huge like this monstrosity:
Some of them are just....well....odd.
Like this one:
It needs a caption, but I don't trust myself.
Here's a Quinoa Salad recipe that I love to make all summer - it keeps in the fridge for days:
Quinoa Salad
1 cup quinoa 2 cups water 2 cups chopped fresh tomatoes 1 cup chopped cilantro 1/3 cup fresh lemon juice 1/3 cup good quality extra-virgin olive oil -- I like Pacific Sun or Olio Olinda 1 teaspoon kosher salt 1/2 cup thinly sliced red onion 1 cup fresh or frozen corn kernels (no need to cook first)
Place quinoa and water in a saucepan and bring to a simmer. Cover and simmer for 10-15 minutes, until quinoa is soft. Add the remaining ingredients and refrigerate several hours or overnight.
Since we'll be playing at the American Cancer Discovery Shop tonight, I thought I'd repost this from last year:
I believe in do-overs. Second chances. Making something new from something old -- redemption in the broadest sense of the word.
Maybe it's just a pragmatic, peri-menopausal coping mechanism, but finding utility in seemingly useless items lifts me up, gives me hope.
I'm a big fan of church rummage sales, garage sales and consignment houses. When I came across The Sacred Heart Thrift Store in Anderson, I decided that it was almost the perfect title for a song.
Almost perfect. But it didn't quite have the lyrical lilt that makes it musical. So I flashed my Poetic License and made a minor change:
Ah, that's better -- now it works.
I recycled the melody for the verses from a very old Scottish tune -- Child Ballad 173: Mary Hamilton. I used to love Joan Baez's rendition - I listened to it over and over on my father's monstrous reel-to-reel tape player.
My-oh-my... technology has come a long way. Just finished recording and mixing this song on a digital workstation the size of a corned beef brisket:
Buy, sell or trade Find you some hand-me-down faith The cast-offs are saved In the name of the Lord At The Sacred Heart Secondhand Store
The neon sign flickers to life The second time she flips the switch The Sacred Heart Secondhand Store Is in good hands Weekdays from 10 until 6 The demons she wrestled Are all kept at bay By the spirit that blessed her With the power of grace
Buy, sell or trade Find you some hand-me-down faith The cast-offs are saved In the name of the Lord At The Sacred Heart Secondhand Store
She’ll wipe dust from the Lladro Madonna Polish the gold wedding bands Here among the unwashed and unwanted She’s the angel of One More Last Chance Hers came by the river Where she lay in the dark Was gently delivered Into His Sacred Heart
Buy, sell or trade Find you some hand-me-down faith The cast-offs are saved In the name of the Lord At The Sacred Heart Secondhand Store
Nick Ciampi is the reason Craig and I are Still Married.
Some people come into your life and stir the pot, rearrange things a little bit. Some people arrive bearing gifts that turn your whole world completely on its ear. Nick Ciampi stepped into my life -- with his guitar and his grin -- and changed everything.
Since I was a kid, I'd written songs. But I never had the courage to sing them for an audience until Nick -- singer, songwriter, motivational guru -- told me I had to.
"Just do it," he said.
"But I'm afraid"
"Do it anyway."
"I don't want to." I lied.
"You HAVE to."
So I did - because he held my trembling hand every step of the way and because I believed him.
Nick shared his gifts with Craig -- and told Craig that he should learn to play bass guitar, and Nick explained to us (patiently) what a bass actually was and gave Craig his first lessons. Nick helped me find a whole new voice - in more ways than one - and he encouraged our kids to play piano, mandolin and to write music.
There was a moment shortly after I met Nick, when we were talking about songwriting, and it dawned on me that my life was rapidly moving in an entirely new and frightening direction, and there was absolutely no turning back. I was stepping off into the great unknown because I believed in this long-haired, guitar-playing, hippie Saint Nick. I believed in him because he shared his gifts so generously - his time, his patience, his experience and his passionate commitment to music.
Happy Birthday, Nick - heartfelt thanks to you for all you've brought to our lives.
Singer-songwriter Lori Lieberman (Killing Me Softly) talks about the hows and whys of songwriting at examiner.com. Her advice: "Write, write, write. For every good piece there will be a hundred in the trash. "
Chuck McCabe's album Creatures of Habit in a World of Change, featuring the song "I'd Rather Be in Redding," is a nominee in the Just Plain Folks music contest. There are 10 nominees in the New Folk category - and Chuck's in good company. Janis Ian is also nominated.
Just how competitive is the JPF contest? Very, very competitive. 42,000 CDs were entered. It is "the largest music awards of any kind in world history."
Every morning, I head down our long driveway to fetch the newspaper with Maggie. While we're gone, Craig fixes breakfast for us. Maggie gets a dog biscuit.
This is what I get:
"It's good for you," Craig promises.
For what it's worth, he does serve my vitamin breakfast in a pretty Wedgewood saucer. But a little hollandaise and a slice of Canadian bacon would be a welcome improvement.
One of my favorite summertime events, Marketfest, kicks off this Thursday evening, with The Kid-N-Nic Show. I'll be at the Shasta Arts Council Booth -- sharing information on an SCAC auxiliary, the North State Songwriters (and probably sipping a cold beer). Please stop by and say "hello."
At 8, I'm heading over to the magnificent Cascade Theatre to enjoy Redding's own Jim Dyar Band and Dave Alvin and the Guilty Women. The show is a fundraiser for Westside Performing Arts Academy - the money will go toward scholarships for needy kids.
Another Nick, Nick Ciampi and the Rocs, will be at the Post Office Saloon on Thursday night, starting at 8.
If you STILL need more music:
On Friday evening at 7, the Old Time Fiddlers will be jamming at Leatherby's. It's a popular event -- the musicians so LOVE what they do, you just can't help but smile when they play.
I don't approve of pirating music. I think songwriters, publishers and artists should be compensated for mechanical copies of their work. Technology makes pirating easy, but it hasn't made it ethical. So when friends offer to burn copies of CDs for me, I say, "Thanks, but no thanks."
Enjoying the view from my high moral ground, I really wanted to believe that piracy was detrimental to the music business. But I was wrong. Again. It's OK - I've gotten used to it.
Interesting story on the rampant creativity in the music industry since the advent of music piracy, from a study done by Harvard Business School
Ben Lundberg’s passion for history is taking him to Washington, DC, this week for the National History Day competition.
Ben, an 8th grade homeschool student, won the top State award in Sacramento for his Junior paper, "Caravels, Gold, and Holy Wars: The Actions and Legacies of Prince Henry the Navigator - Tradition and Reality." Ben's paper also won the special "Islamic and Arabic History Award."
Ben follows in his sister Deedee’s footsteps – she was a finalist last year for her paper on The White Rose society. In this year’s competition, Deedee advanced to the finals and won a special Children's Voice Award for her paper on Janusz Korczak, a Polish pediatrician, and pioneer of democratic education and children’s rights.
Earlier this year, homeschool mom and history enthusiast Kim Lundberg organized a group of 18 students from Shasta County for the California History Day competition in Sacramento. The student competed in the categories of analytical research papers, individual and group drama performances and posters.
Kim will be a road warrior this week as she drives Ben and Deedee to Washington DC, where Ben will compete in the History Day finals. Eighteen-year-old Deedee will attend orientation for her freshman year at George Washington University, where she’s received a generous academic scholarship.
Interested in learning more about local and state History Day?
From Kim Lundberg:
“We look forward to even greater participation from Shasta County students in our local and state History Day competitions next spring. Students from all schools (whether public, private, charter, or home schools) are welcome. For information and details, please contact me this summer or early fall -- email: readmama@hotmail.com "
I've subscribed to a boatload of magazines in my life - I graduated from Tiger Beat in the late 60s, to Seventeen, then Glamour and on and on and on.
For the past couple of years I've enjoyed every delicious issue of Performing Songwriter magazine. The publishers promoted indie artists, provided incredible Behind-the-Song stories of old favorites and pages of encouragement and advice. I devoured it from cover to cover - I save them, I share them. The writers and editors understood what I do and why -- and that doesn't happen very often. At least not to me.
A note in my mailbox this morning announced the last issue has just been published. I feel like I'm losing an old friend. I hate that. But I suppose I will begin looking for another way to get that monthly validation and support.
While reading a newspaper ad for a local Wine Bar, Craig said, "If they're giving ladies $5 off a bottle of wine, they should really call it Man's Night."
Cherries are at the top of my Favorite Food list. When Craig and I first moved to the country, we fancied ourselves to be Plucky Pioneers and we planted a small orchard that included four cherry trees.
I envisioned harvesting a bounty of fruit from our shady grove and winning blue ribbons for my pies at the County Fair. My rich fantasy life did not include any understanding of the amount of care and tending required by these temperamental trees. And that Cottonwood hardpan? Not exactly a favorable medium for growing anything besides star thistle.
The trees died. But we were Plucky Pioneers, so we rolled up our sleeves and planted another set. They, too, expired on our watch.
We put a halt to the carnage, cut our losses. We flunked Farming 101 and surrendered most of our acreage to a thriving crop of star thistle. But I count the days until cherry season, and when cherries appear in the produce aisle, I’m the crazy lady doing the Happy Dance.
My sister Katie introduced us to homemade Cherry Cobbler a few years ago, and my son Max instantly declared it his “favorite dessert.” I’ve tweaked the recipe over the years -- we prefer it heavy on the cherries, light on the cobbler.
Like some of the best things that life has to offer, Cherry Cobbler is a little bit messy, a little bit of work -- but oh-so-beautiful and luscious and an ideal way celebrate summer’s arrival.
Step one is to pit the cherries. I use this OXO pitter from Bed, Bath and Beyond -- but That Kitchen Place had a selection of pitters available, too. I remove the plastic splash guard – it just gets in the way.
Cherry pitting can be a sloppy job, but you can minimize the splatters by doing much of the work in the kitchen sink. If you hold the pitter in one hand and shoot the pit into your other hand, you can be sure you got it and you have a better chance of keeping your cobbler pit-free. And wear an apron – you’ll be glad you did.
Cook all filling ingredients in a large saucepan over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until sugar and cornstarch dissolve – 5 to 7 minutes. Spoon filling into a 12 by 7 inch baking dish. Preheat oven to 350°F.
For topping:
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
2 tablespoon sugar
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon baking powder pinch of salt
2 tablespoons cold butter, cut into small pieces
1/2 cup buttermilk ½ teaspoon vanilla
Top off with: 2 teaspoons sugar Make topping and bake cobbler:
Combine flour, 2 tablespoons sugar, baking soda, baking powder, and salt in a medium bowl. Using a pastry blender, blend the butter and the dry ingredients until it resembles coarse meal. Stir buttermilk and vanilla together and add to flour/butter mixture. Stir until just combined. Drop the dough in tablespoon-sized chunks on the cherry filling.
Sprinkle 2 teaspoons of sugar over the top.
Bake until topping is browned, cherries are bubbly and the juices are thickened, about 35- 40 minutes. Cool slightly and serve warm with good vanilla ice cream.
They'll bring their unique sound to the Downtown Eatery - Friday night, 7 PM.
Diana and Steve have great energy, terrific songs and they love what they do. Go enjoy some live rockin' bluesy tunes, sweet potato fries and something cold and yummy to drink.
She remembers the view from the back of the bus She remembers the words to We Shall Overcome She remembers that long march on Washington She’s an American Dreamer And she loves dreaming again
American Dreamers believe The American dream lives and breathes Hear freedom ring throughout the land When American Dreamers join hands
He served in Iraq, a proud US Marine When came back, his factory job was overseas But this hard-working man will roll up his sleeves He’s an American Dreamer And he loves dreaming again
American Dreamers believe The American dream lives and breathes Hear freedom ring throughout the land When American Dreamers join hands
Banners wave – change is blowin’ in the wind American grace keeps her promises The best we can be is where it begins It begins with American Dreamers We love dreaming again
American Dreamers believe The American dream lives and breathes Hear freedom ring throughout the land When American Dreamers join hands
I attended today's County Supervisors meeting. I was deeply moved by a presentation made to men who are getting ready to ride across the country, to Arlington, to see that the cremains of three veterans are laid to rest with honor and respect.
I was one of the 350 people who packed last week's community meeting in Cottonwood regarding the TANC Transmission Project. Our home, with a view that I adore, overlooks the proposed route of the project and I wanted information.
I had read bits and pieces, but I didn’t understand the magnitude of the project until last week -- 600 miles of power lines and sub-stations stretching from Lassen County to the Bay area.
I still don’t have enough information. But I DO know that forcing families from their homes, devaluing property, tearing down forests and ancient oaks and carelessly disregarding property rights and the concerns of landowners is wrong.
The folks who live in rural communities tend to be fiercely independent. We don't have City Councils or big city lawyers. We have only our voices and a willingness to speak out against a project that could irreparably damage our communities and provide little or no benefit.
Take a look at the map - you can zoom in for more detail:
I think "Ode to Billie Joe" is one of the best songs ever written.
I love singing it. I adore the 7th chords that run through the whole thing -- the perfect complement to Bobbie Gentry's lyrics that tell a story filled with unresolved details.
An article in Performing Songwriter magazine tells a bit about what became of Gentry and The Story Behind the Song
It's Rodeo Week in Redding - so we've been pulling out all the cowboy songs.
We're lucky to live in Cottonwood, where we look out on wide open spaces, rodeo bulls, horses and cowboys. I was watching the local cowboys working the rodeo stock one afternoon when I started writing this song. I definitely had the easier job.
He'll take coffee as day breaks over Lassen Saddle up to the tune of a Gene Autry song There's a full day of work waitin' out in the pasture For an old man, a paint horse and a Hangin' Tree dog
chorus
He's the Last Cowboy in Shasta County Keeping the wild in the West while he can He'll ride out his seasons with red manzanita Black Oak and blue skies And the last of the gold Shasta sand
At the edges, his mem'ries grow misty Like the yellowing photos of old rodeos The legend survives on good rides and good whiskey And a promise he made in good faith long ago
repeat chorus
Gone are the days rough and rowdy Hard times they carve ragged lines tough to cross But hell will see hailstones before the last cowboy Will piss on the fire and call in the dogs
To most people, a business card is a small slip of paper with, perhaps, some marginally useful information. To cartoonist Hugh MacLeod, it's a canvas. He creates pieces like the one on the right on the backs of business cards.
He also has a book coming out in June, based on an entry in his gapingvoid blog on creativity:
"1. Ignore everybody. 2. The idea doesn't have to be big. It just has to be yours."
There are 37 points - excellent words to live by. Interested in a more creative life? Read on here.
In a high-rise corner office She’ll crunch numbers for the bosses Spend all day working on the bottom line It’s the long ride home that does it DJ says, “Here’s Lyle Lovett” And she’ll spend tonight With a Cowboy on Her Mind
And the Cowboy on Her Mind Is the brave and wild kind Could not be tamed -- Lord knows she tried Silver buckle – Cuervo Gold “Cowboy Man” on the stereo On her own with a Cowboy on Her Mind
Her ghostly hero rides in She takes her place beside him Taste the kisses mixed with salt and lime The man she lost in Colorado Will be gone again tomorrow But she’ll spend tonight With a Cowboy on Her Mind
Details on Rodeo Week and all the activities are available here.
...the teenagers tend to be well-armed -- with airsoft guns and bagpipes:
The other night, one of the neighborhood teens ran through the house wearing a kilt and carrying an airsoft assault rifle. He wouldn't let me take his picture -- but his kilt was a Utilikilt, and this Utilitkilt commercial always makes me smile:
I spent four days last week in San Jose, helping my sister who is recovering from surgery. Craig took the boys to work with him and chauffeured them to their various activities.
Friday, all three kids (ages 19, 17 and 13) stayed home to catch up on chores. This is the list Craig left for them:
Welcome to your day off. Everyone must be up and working by 10 AM.
KITCHEN – Clean all counters, sink and drain board. Dishes, pots and pans put away.
LIVINGROOM – Put everything away. Dust and vacuum. You know what it should look like. If not: Move out.
LAUNDRY – Fold and put away all clothes. I don’t care who they belong to. Wash all clothes and towels. Put away. If you don’t know what I mean: Move out!
BACK PATIO - Leaf blow, clean, organize. I’ve explained it many times. If you don’t know what I mean: Move out. Do you get the picture?
BATHROOMS – Clean toilets, sinks, floors, towels. Don’t make me micro-manage. If I need to: Move out.
Mom will be home at 2. All work must be complete prior to her arrival. If you cannot handle it, have your bags packed and I’ll drop you at the bus stop.
This post is late for Waterfall Week -- but The Lost Falls of Whiskeytown is one of my favorite songs to sing. And the hike up to Whiskeytown Falls is one of my all-time favorite outdoor adventures. It's just challenging enough to feel like a good workout -- and the falls are spectacular and inspiring...well worth every uphill step.
I'll be taking the kids up there this week, enjoying this delightful Spring weather.
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