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On Tour

31 Aug

One of my favorite bands is going on tour.  Of course life being what it is I’m unable to attend any of the tour appearances.  The tour preview is on the East Coast this coming weekend.  (Too bad I don’t have a sack of money lying around…Magnus would enjoy the concert as much I me.)  The official tour starts October 3–in the Netherlands.  Ah well, some day I will be at a Shadow Gallery concert with my little rocker in tow. (Magnus has been listening to SG since he was in the womb & he loves it.)

If you are in Europe this fall check out one or more of the shows listed below.

 
 

A Little Night Music

19 Aug

Last week was the regional fair.  There were a lot of musical acts performing & we decided to check out the Friday night concert.  Lifehouse was the main act with The Spill Canvas as the opening act.

The Spill Canvas is a local band that I was just introduced to a couple weeks before the concert.  After listening to their new album I was very excited to see them live.  I’ve been aware of Lifehouse for several years & so we decided that this would be a great time to take Magnus to his first concert.  (Okay his first concert since he was born.  We attended RockFest 2010 in Kansas City, MO this past May.  He bumped & grooved in my belly throughout that event.)

Anyway here are some photos of us in the grandstand before the concert. Enjoy!

 
 

Baby Talk

13 Apr

While I’m assuming anybody who knows me knows that I am pregnant I haven’t really talked much about being pregnant.  Partly because life (as you well know) has been a crazy disaster of insanity but also because I don’t want to bore ya’ll with the minutiae of the pregnancy.  I figure if you call yourself a part of my life in even a small way you know what a big deal it was for us to discover that we were expecting.  In fact words can’t describe the feeling we had (have still) when we got a positive test.

Anyway this post if going to be full of crazy talk about Baby Fred (we don’t know the sex but my 7 year old nephew Squash has decided he thinks our names are boring & that Fred is a much cooler name), how I’ve been feeling about being pregnant, the fact that my brain is turning to mush & other fun things.  Indulge me as I really don’t talk in depth about this very much….mostly I’ve limited it to an occasional status update that I’m tired/feeling fat/sad/cranky/going to the doctor.

Today I had my 4th doctor’s appointment, my 2nd ultrasound & a glucose test.  The doctor’s appointments have been very routine & the doctor is very pleased with how I am doing.  I have excellent blood pressure & have maintained my weight to my pre-pregnancy weight.  I’m astonished by this particular feat but very thankful because I’d hate for someone to mistake my pasty whiteness as some sort of exotic giant water mammal when Baby Fred makes an appearance.

I had another ultrasound (I’m guessing ‘cuz I’m nearly 35 & the size of a 3rd world hut) & Baby Fred looks good.  Well what I could see…Baby Fred is as active as ever & very camera shy.  In a bid to keep us guessing about looks, Baby Fred managed to hide behind both hands before impressing us by hiding behind a foot.  Good to know the little one is flexible but rather frustrating as I’d like a picture.  Of course I can’t complain too much….after all I’m liable to hide behind my hands too when someone attempts taking a picture of me.

We got to see the bones in the arms & legs which was cool as well as the heart beating.  Heart rate is very good & strong.  All the fingers & toes are in place so barring a bizarre in utero accident I fully expect to be able to count them one by one in a few weeks.  I am scheduled to have another ultrasound in six weeks just to check on growth etc.  They aren’t expecting anything out of the ordinary but are being cautious since I fall in the “high-risk” category.

The best thing is feeling how active Baby Fred is lately.  Over the last two weeks the belly acrobatics have increased dramatically.  What was an occasional flutter or bump has morphed into a serious punchkick routine.  The other day I was lying on the couch reading Chaucer when suddenly my book was jolted so hard I lost my place on the page.  I’m not sure if that was a judgement of my reading material or a warning that giant books rested on my belly are fair game for Baby Fred to punt about.

Baby Fred also enjoys the music that plays throughout the house.  We’ve played a variety of music to see what type of  reactions we get.  Classical usually results in a sort of swaying, rocking motion.  80s music causes a boppy sort of Molly Ringwald/George Michael dance which is entertaining but quickly starts to feel uncomfortable.  Rock (especially metal & prog rock) sends Baby Fred to new heights with all sorts of wiggling, jamming & punchkicking.  Since we are going to RockFest in KC next month we’ll see what happens there.

Mostly I’m doing well being pregnant….though I am always exhausted it seems.  Health-wise things are normal & though I have caught every virus/bacteria that has come along that is to be expected.  At least I’m building Baby Fred’s immunity to colds, stomach flu, bronchitis etc.  I got my glucose test back & I’m completely normal (well at least my blood sugar is normal) so that means one less concern.

I guess now the only thing to do is keep on with what I’ve been doing, find a few baby items (I’ve got nothing right now but a swing, a pac ‘n play & my old baby quilt) and hope that things continue to go this smoothly.

 
 
 

“Digital Ghosts” by Shadow Gallery : A Review

27 Oct

The very first note of this album will capture you completely & won’t let go–from the lofty harmonies through the driving beats & furious guitar solos to the exquisite finish, “Digital Ghosts, the new album from Shadow Gallery, is a revelation.

I’m a huge fan of music.  I have a decent & ever-growing collection of music…listening to shuffle on my playlist can make you feel a little crazy.  However, there’s a paucity of progressive rock in that collection of classical, rock, pop, blues & even a zydeco CD.  I’ve listened to some Rush & know a couple songs but not many.  I’ve heard of Yes & Dream Theater but couldn’t tell you anything about them.  So how do I come to be reviewing “Digital Ghostsa week before the North American debut?  Hold on before you go get your pitchforks & torches (yes, I can hear the SG faithful rustling & murmuring).  The truth is I’m a major fan!  In fact, after really giving a listen I talked to the friend who had turned me on to Shadow Gallery & asked, “How did I go this long without listening to this”?

I first picked up on the buzz on Twitter (follow Shadow Gallery @shadowgallerymu) & decided I needed to find out what all the chatter was about.  So being the curious girl I am I fired up my Google & off I went.  Long story short I hit up their website www.shadowgallery.com & read some of  the background etc. (ok I read the whole site) and I went to Youtube &  searched out anything they had (you can subscribe to Shadow Gallery’s channel at www.youtube.com/shadowgallerymusic).  Finally, I went to Grooveshark & created a playlist of every SG song available…and put it on repeat.  After two days of non-stop SG at work I was hooked.  Since then I’ve kept up with every announcement, video teaser & mp3 clip.

So on to the album!

“Digital Ghosts” is nothing short of perfection.  The vocals are rich & layered with harmony throughout.  Brian Ashland’s voice lends itself effortlessly to the soaring heights of the music.  He’s an excellent choice to provide the lead vocals going forward.  The music is everything you’d expect from these guys.  There’s not one false moment throughout the entire album.  Not only have Gary Werhkamp, Carl Cadden-James, Brendt Allman & Brian Ashland lived up to the expectations & hype; they have surpassed it.  These guys have taken progressive/symphonic rock/metal & flown to the stratosphere.

“With Honor” kicks off this powerful, emotional ride with anthemic music & lush harmony.  Setting the tone “…foreign lands of sinking sands so strange & unfamiliar…holding to the code of honor we vowed to defend….with honor we will not walk away….” this song reaches out & shakes you awake.   It is a non-stop ride into “Venom”, a classic guitar-fueled metal song with the gritty vocals of Clay Barton (Suspyre) & Carl Cadden-James.  It growls “I am the bringer of the rain and the foreteller of the pain, the end of days is near at hand/when God returns your just reward gets paid in metal”.  Then proving that any expectations are there to be shattered, SG starts “Pain” with a quiet, ballad-style guitar & stripped down vocals before adding in thudding drums & a truly excellent melt-your-face guitar solo.  Here Shadow Gallery digs deep into the sense of loss & pain to which we can all relate.  ”Clinging on so tight/I bled my hands/I draw the shades & hang my head…love’s the air I need to breathe…on the battlefield you were never there beside me…”  From there “Gold Dust” swells with synthesized keyboards and hope.  It’s filled with the promise of reuniting across time & space with a loved one–”You & I lie awake for hours separated by the world/well I can’t see you ~ you can’t see me but somehow I can feel you stand inside my soul”.  Creating a feeling of flight in spirit “moonbeams on my ways & always in my skies…you float/you’re a dream/you take my hand and we roam/we run, we rock ‘cuz you are the one” Shadow Gallery takes us on a cosmic trip.

The second half of the album opens “Strong”– which is a good old-fashioned rock song.  Exploding with all of Shadow Gallery’s musical strength “young & proud/hard & loud/ on the wing/everything/what gives you strength/what gives you courage for tomorrow…concrete running through our veins…in the dark/from the heart”.  When the chorus of “One for all, All for One” starts up it’s impossible not to raise a fist & make the vow.  In the title track, “Digital Ghost”, the band evokes hope in the face of grief.  The opening cadence creates the feeling of a drum line…Shadow Gallery is marching forward & we are privileged to be invited along. The band expresses vividly the idea that there is more out there than what we can see.   “I believe in the afterlife…through Heaven’s hallowed hall…charismatic countenance upon a distant fading sky”.  ”Ashes to ashes they say, then dust to dust…the circle remains here my friend, guarded with trust…we will suffer no last goodbye” reaffirms the sense that those we have lost (like Mike Baker) are still with us in mighty spirit.  Closing out this powerhouse album is “Haunted”.  Another song that starts slowly with a lone piano & simple vocals “who waits for me/who waits so long/and shall I wait for dawn…or shall I sink into myself…”  Looking for answers among all the questions that haunt the quiet dark nights yet “Maybe in time I’ll fly away & trade these wings in for a life/a life where I am stronger and a place where there’s no sleepless nights…”.  The lyrics are filled with longing that is compounded as the song fades out.

Each song is a testament to the true genius of these guys–a showcase for their mighty talents and yet you are never left with a sense that any of them are “showing off”.  The lyrics are powerful & stirring.  Although the overall tone of the album is somewhat dark & deals with “loss” as a general theme it is also a steadfast statement for moving forward in the face of loss.  I defy you to listen, truly listen & not walk away feeling stronger & better for it.  The music & lyrics combine to form a sublime experience that will live inside listeners long after they turn the CD off.  In the words of Shadow Gallery it is indeed filled with “enduring anthems crossing time & crossing minds”.


*Author’s Note* all lyrics are used with permission of Shadow Gallery © 2009

 
 

A Thousand Kisses Deep

22 Sep
Sitting bound to my desk today my mind is wandering to where I would like to be instead.  As y’all know I’m a northern girl…born & raised in Minnesota.  I’ve lived here my whole life & I belong here like I could never possibly belong anywhere else.  Don’t get me wrong I love to travel & have many cherished dreams of living as a gypsy if I could.  However, for a dyed in the wool Yankee I have some very Southern sensibilities.  I love the South…2 of my favorite trips in college were to Mississippi. Now I know you are wondering what I’m on about…bear with me & I’ll take you on my daydream travels.

One thing I’ve always wanted is a big old fashioned farm house….like something out of the deep South.  Something you expect to see surrounded by giant trees dripping with Spanish moss.  I want the 2-3 stories, open floor plan on the main floor with spacious bedrooms on the 2nd floor & an attic filled with steamer trunks where my kids could play.  It’s a white house with blue trim & a bright blue front door.  There’s a deep shaded porch on 3 sides with a wide rail all around.  There are always a couple black labs laying there, watching & guarding our life.  The kids run through, chasing & yelling while playing some game or trying to catch lightening bugs on hot summer nights.  There are a couple rocking chairs (likely designed by Abe) but tucked in a corner is a well-used hammock.  That’s where I am today…

Because I love music there’s always something playing.  Depending on the mood I’m in or the mood I want to be in you can find a melange’ of styles in my collection.  I’m always excited to find something new that moves me in some way.  I have my favorites like anybody…the music that pulls at me, tugs me to the dance floor or running for some kleenex.  Since the weather here today is gray & cloudy I’ve pulled up some quiet slow music to flow with the pace of my day.  At my desk right now I’ve got all sorts of paper sorted into their tidy little piles, pens are strewn about & I’ve got posty notes everywhere. (I love pens…especially my fountain pens & my passion for posty notes is legendary.) The phone keeps ringing & my headset is firmly attached to my left ear.

My mind (or at least a large part of it) is off on that porch on a lazy rainy autumn day.  The kids are in school (naturally–this is my fantasy after all…I can put people wherever I want them) & I’ve got the day to myself.  So, I throw some Leonard Cohen on the record player (a real honest-to-goodess record player…vinyl just fits better here than an iSomethingorother) open the long wide windows & with a very large coffee, a dog-eared paper back & the afghan from Grandma B I curl up in my hammock.  One of the labs will inevitably jump up to share my space.  With the deep brooding tones of Cohen floating out into the gray misty day I stare out at the trees…letting the leaves blur around the edges until they appear like an Impressionist canvas.  Of course I tear my eyes away & start to read either “Gone with the Wind” or “The Thornbirds”.  A day of petulant skies calls for something filled with love & loss.  The sound of the rain dripping from the eaves, the call of geese flying south & the gently motion of the hammock combine to lull me to sleep.  My dreams will swirl with the color, light & sound of my story–drawing me into the world as a character.  After napping I’d find a little something to drink & then crawl back into the hammock with my pink fountain pen, my fleur de lys embossed leather journal and do some writing.  The pen scratching its pink life onto the creamy pages….words flowing into a meaning that the reader will be left to discover.

As the day melts to early evening a milky sun slides down to the west & I get up to greet the kids and make dinner.  As the kids do their homework (ok, now I’m certain this has reached fairy tale proportions as there is no way the kids would actually be doing homework–more likely they’d be reading, watching Looney Tunes or playing a video game) I will be in the kitchen, barefoot & dancing between counter and stove.  A homemade spaghetti sauce bubbles in one pot & noodles cook in another.  Garlic & butter melt into bread under the broiler while I uncork a bottle of wine.  I’m sure to be singing along with Leonard Cohen as I set the table….something like “A Thousand Kisses Deep” or “In My Secret Life” or my favorite “Dance me to the End of Love”.

Well that’s my trip to fantasy land for today…I need to go cook some dinner & find my fountain pens….
 
 

The One Where I Go to An Outdoor RockFest

31 May

Right now I am sitting in my brother-in-law Greg’s house relaxing.  Hubby & I came down to attend RockFest 2009 in Kansas City with Greg & his wife Lisa.  It’s been great to see them & I wish we could do it a lot more often.  Yesterday Hubby, Greg & I attended RockFest (Lisa was feeling quite ill with a migraine & was unable to come with us).

We arrived in time to see the bands we cared to see…or rather listen to as we weren’t about to push through the mass of people to actually get near the main stage.  With two stages, bands alternating every 30 minutes the wave of humanity ebbed & flowed past us multiple times.  We guarded our blanket island as best we could against the onslaught of drunken, high & mostly naked people.  For the most part people weren’t too rude…although they were pretty oblivious to my white body laying under the beating sun & unblemished sky.  I did apply two layers of SPF 3000 sunscreen (ok SPF 60) so that I got some nice color without needing skin grafts afterwards.  We lounged on a hillside between the 2 stages, listening to the good, the bad & Ron Jeremy (yes this is the “celebrity” brought in to introduce the various bands)….I was just hoping I didn’t actually have to see him as I’m afraid of that would do to my eyes.

We enjoyed some very good bands (Shinedown, Theory of a Deadman) and did our best to just people watch during some of the lesser bands.  People watching is an art when there are 50,000 milling around.  Of course being blinded by some of the attire or rather lack thereof was a feat in and of itself. Seriously people–this is NOT a nude beach! I have nothing against bare skin….I just think that there’s a time & place to show all your private bits off & a concert where I may have to see it is not that place.  I guess I don’t get out enough anymore but I’ve never really considered walking around with my butt crack partially exposed…not even when I was a much younger, smaller girl.  I guess that proves I’m getting old.  I’ve officially reached an age where I judged younger people based solely on their attire, public behaviour & tattoo placement.

Of course in direct contrast to the large number of wanna be nudists there were nearly equal numbers of people who took the 90+ degree weather as a challenge to see how many layers of black clothing they could wear without actually melting like the Wicked Witch of the West.  I guess all I can say about that is embrace it & let your freak flag fly.  If the enormously pregnant lady can walk around mostly topless, smoking a cigarette then you should be able to wear all black with combat boots & neon green wool tights.

I did have to make a decision on whether or not I should work on getting a contact high.  There was a nice breeze blowing & I’m sure if I tried I could have inhaled enough to become fairly happy.  Of course there was also the smell of beer, sunscreen & food cooking.

I spent a lot of my time stretched out on my back watching the poplar seeds float past as the music infiltrated my brain.  It was glorious to feel the sun bake into my muscles relaxing them to a state of near jelly.  I didn’t sleep (very hard to actually reach a state of sleep when the bass is vibrating the ground underneath you) but did find a very restful state where much of the stress of the last months melted into the earth.  It was nice to feel that at peace & stress free.  Definitely something I need to feel more of in my life.  While I can’t escape from home very often I am sure that when I get back home I’ll need to find a nice spot in my yard, plop down on a blanket with my headphones and just stare through my sunglasses at the sky until I’m one with my surroundings and I can face the world.

RockFest 2009 Liberty Memorial Park KC, MOHubby checking on me.
RockFest 2009 Liberty Memorial Park KC, MOWhat I gazed at to cleanse my mind of the more disturbing people watching moments

 
 

Dancing in the Kitchen

27 Mar

Music is an essential part of my world.  I’ve been listening to all genres of music since I could reach up & turn on my parents’ stereo.  Even then I would dance to whatever was playing on the radio.  My earliest memories of music are listening to the music from then.  I asked Mom for some specifics but like me she just remembers the briefest moments of me grooving to the sounds emmanating from the speakers.

Music fills a part of my soul that is empty otherwise.  I feel one with the music…like I’m part of it and vice versa.  Nothing can make me cry or laugh, smile or frown, calm or excite me the way music does.  I am in awe of  people who are good at playing instruments especially the guitar. (Okay even if you are mediocre I’ll sit & listen for hours if you are willing to play for me.) It’s a talent I do not possess & I appreciate it in others.  I did play in the band from 5th to 11th grade. (I quit in a fit of pique when the director was an ass to me.) My instrument of choice was the flute & later the piccolo.  While I enjoyed it I was not dedicated enough to spend the hours necessary to practice & become excellent.  I do have fond memories of all the nights I sat in the bleachers & played with the pep band though.

I also love to sing. I was a member of the choir throughout my junior high & high school years.  Now I’m just a chantuese masquerading as a receptionist & sometimes writer.  I love to sing and sometimes the only to get the music out of me is to sing at the top of my lungs ( no matter how bad I may sound…don’t judge me ‘cuz I know you do it too.)

So all of that to say this.  Recently a friend on Twitter introduced me to Leonard Cohen. (Thanks very much for introduction my friend…I’m glad I took a chance & asked you for more information. :) ) I had a chance to listen to just the briefest sampling of Cohen’s work.  Now I’m hooked & will definitely be looking for some the next time I go shopping.  It’s the kind of music I wish I grew up listening to rather than Poison, Skidrow and Debbie Gibson. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that….I’ll sing along with them too.) This is music with soul, longing & depth.  I feel differently when listening to this music.  I’m transported to a dark smoky club with private leather booths, a piano & a martini.

This is the kind of music that makes me want to put on a nice dress, dim the lights, pour wine & dance barefoot in my kitchen with the man I love.  I want to slowly circle the floor in candlelight with my arms around his neck & my cheek pressed against his chest so I can feel & hear his heart beat.  This music induces me to slow, dark thoughts best left for summer nights on the patio with a cocktail in one hand & cigar smoke curling slowly up from the nearby ashtray.

 
 

Across the We Don’t Really Have a Plot, Drug Addled Universe

26 Feb

I watch a lot of movies.  Not having much for television channels and then the switch to digital so now I have even less movies are my escape. I like movies.  The plot, the foreshadowing, the music…all of it is fodder for my mind when I’m stuck at my desk.  I can escape & let my mind work with whatever is floating around in there.  Action, drama, comedy all stack together to make for some interesting daydreams.

Of course I much prefer to read but I’d be even more broke if I spent as much money on books as I’d like to spend.  So I have a Netflix account that I put to very good use.  Since I listen to music a lot I enjoy a wide range of genres.  I had seen “Across the Universe” & thought why not…Beatles music in a movie sounds like fun.  Yeah, fun if you’re in a weed/acid induced haze.  No plot really just a loosely based idea of a kid going to America from Liverpool and the whole cast singing Beatle’s songs rather than speaking dialog with weird, psychedelic images for spice.

Never before have I been so tempted to go out & find me some wacky weed…I mean the longer the movie played the more I became convinced that getting high was the only way to enjoy it.  Musicals are fine but something with a plot like “Thoroughly Modern Millie”, or “Singing in the Rain” but not this crazy drug addled mishmash of music with cheap 1st year broadcasting class effects.

Guess I’ll have to either take up drugs or pay attention to the description better next time.

 
 

Songs in the Key of Becci

24 May
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Recently I started listening to my favorite Neil Diamond songs again. Anybody who knows me also knows that I have widely disparate taste in music. I’m as likely to be found listening to Wagner’s operas performed by the Berlin Philharmonic as the latest jam from the radio.

Earlier this week I was getting ready for work and “Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show” was running through my head. As I was singing ( yes in the shower where else would I sing?) I managed to get the lyrics wrong.

Now I know the lyrics very well. One of the things that drives me batty is singing the wrong lyrics. So I take the time to learn all the words when I’m singing a song. However, for a reason that may never be know, I suddenly changed a very important lyric in the chorus. The correct lyrics are: “…pack up the babies & grab the old ladies & everyone goes….”

My version suddenly went like this: “…Pack up the babies & drown the old ladies & everyone goes….”

The second this inspired frightening bit of poetic license came out of my mouth I started to laugh. And nearly drown myself in the process.

So my questions for you are– What lyrics have you/do you still get wrong? Are there any that you just can’t get right? What are the lyrics others get wrong & you just can’t stand it?

 
 
 
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