So, this happened. Yep. I squeed through tears. It’s catchy, and I was singing along before it even ended the first time. It’s identified as a country song, but I choose to see it as Sheryl Crow Rock. Yep, it’s a genre. She has country and rock roots and combines them with beautiful results. As a student of both Stevie Nicks and Sheryl Crow, I automatically know the song includes life lessons. Bonus.
I’ve never heard of Maren Morris, but they have a lovely voice. Like if Dolly Parton and Kristen Chenoweth had a baby, (not sure if we’re there yet scientifically, but humor me, please.) Add to that Stevie Nicks lending her range, edge, and harmonizing skills, and Sheryl Crow being herself, and you’ll see why I’m having one of those days that are so joyful, I can’t help but thank the universe.
The song is empowering to me. It’s saying don’t put snarky expectations on how I will react to a breakup. Just because it would make you feel better is no reason to assume I’m going to fall apart over you. I know how to work with my feelings, and fluidly move on to whatever comes next. In heels. (No bitch for emphasis necessary because if the shoe fits, it’s implied. So ninja.) 😂 I love songs that celebrate healthy thinking. I’m off to listen on repeat. I can’t wait for the video! ✌🏽💜
p.s. My janky foot is almost healed enough for open hi-hatting. Yay, body!
Congratulations go out to Stevie Nicks and Janet Jackson; both inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Stevie Nicks is now the first woman to be inducted twice. Legendary, yo. Watching her perform live was a bucket list moment for me. I immediately put it back on the list, too. (Please, sir. I want some more.) Fran recently put me on to Solange Knowles during The Friend Zone podcast, and I’m hooked whooked. 😆
I watched all the existing episodes of One Strange Rock on Netflix, recently. It’s Will Smith hosting a show where eight astronauts talk about their experiences in space. In doing so, they teach a lot about the earth and our universe. It’s fabulous. I watch documentaries often, but I learned some life-changing information that never once crossed my mind while watching and pondering.
I’m not ready to talk about it yet. I need more time to process and translate into words. I think everyone should see it. It broadened my perspective in a manner that accepts the universe in all her glory. It reminds me of Game of Thrones when Maester Aemon says, “Kill the boy and let the man be born.” I feel a bit long in the tooth compared to Jon Snow, but it’s all relative, eh? 🤣
I’ve almost finished with my second viewing of HBO’s Westworld (seasons 1-2.) I’m so impressed by it. The attention to detail is astonishing. The performances are excellent cast-wide. The delivery of historically-accurate, and thus, often campy dialogue in a completely believable manner by so many actors is fabulous. The costumes! The production; as meticulously crafted as the world it portrays. I’m so proud of the people who work on it. It’s a shiny gem. And that doesn’t even include the soundtrack, which is a significant part of the storytelling process. Chills!
I had a scary low cognitive abilities day, recently. I think I triggered it accidentally by blundering into a Chasm of Fascination. I only meant to peek in, but I fell head first. (I’m safely distant from the edge now. Whew.) Dimensional space speculation is dangerous ground for me. I got deep in thought, and after several hours, I felt a bit stuck. Then I panicked and tried to shift to practicing guitar. Sadly, I merely held my guitar for a few hours while I thought more about dimensional space.
To function while in this state, I have to talk myself through everything. To get a drink of water, I have to chant aloud, drink water, or I’ll lose a few more hours halfway through the process of fetching it. It’s like being stuck between two worlds while trying to pay attention to both at the same time. It takes all available resources to perform the simplest tasks. These are the times when Amelia Bedelia is more service animal than companion pet. She’ll persistently demand my presence until I claw my way back, (and she knows when I’m faking it with autopilot.) I give her a treat each time.
I’m back to typical, today, but I’m still a bit disoriented time-wise. It seems like this should be Friday, not Sunday. (I believe the consensus regarding treatment for time disorientation is to tell someone about it. 👍🏽) Shrill on Hulu is a super fun binge. I can’t wait till they add more. I’m off to read. 💜✌🏽
I’m in a weird mood. I’m having fun with it. It’s probably vibrations of joy and contemplation from the recent Fleetwood Mac concert I attended. It takes me a while to process everything I took in that night. I’m also a bit stingy about sharing what I experienced. (I’ll work on that.) Here’s a gem: After singing Gold Dust Woman, Stevie Nicks swirled into gold dust and faded to black. The FX was so ingenious, I was compelled to turn and ask the nearest person, “Did you see that?!” 😆
I caught up on a few of my TV shows. I can’t wait for season 6 of Grace and Frankie to begin (next year.) I had a blast binge-watching it. I started over with Westworld. Season 3 airs soon, and I need at least one more viewing first. The show is lush with depth and detail. I’m learning so much about music from the soundtrack. When I heard the instrumental cover of Nirvana’s Heart-Shaped Box by Ramin Djawadi, I gasped from being smacked by genius. (It’s on Tidal.)
Now I need Amy Lee to record this song. Just her and a magnificent grand piano of her choosing under a foggy spotlight. And when you think it can’t get any better, enter Beyoncè singing the chorus and moving however the music takes her. Their haunting harmonies on the next verse hold us hostage until Jay Z walks in and starts freestyling, and the beat surfaces and swells.
Freeze on a 360° image that slowly pans around, revealing all three artists in an intense moment of complete release. Then resume at normal speed as they all meld into a beautiful, painful explosion of music so powerful it moves the world. And finally, cut to me in the ER, and a doctor is yelling, clear! Because my heart would explode like a heart-shaped box. Heh. Weird mood, indeed. 🙃
We got a fair amount of snow and some freezing rain on top. It was knee-high on my balcony, yesterday. Today it’s melting away, resulting in several icicles forming about a foot in front of (and above) the door. The temptation to jump up and slap them away is more significant than I’m willing to admit this far into my forties. Wait. Dammit, ego! Lay by your bowl! I’d do it if not for the icy landing zone. (I’m newly considerate of my hips years old.) I’m off to band practice. 💜✌🏽
I’m preparing to embark on a project with M, soon. We’re going to design and build a miniature version of our dream house. We’re still negotiating the materials. (You know I want to use 3D printers. 😉) M insists the final design must be as detailed and tactile as possible without spending a small fortune. My inner hippie jumped forward and suggested (out loud) we use recycled Amazon boxes as a sole source of materials.
Isn’t it weird when your gut reaction is so spot on, it has layers of rightness that slowly and steadily reveal themselves? And you think to yourself; maybe I’m more complicated than I realize. 🤔 (Then something shiny happens, and you laugh and forget all about it?) Heh. I should probably stop believing we’re still in negotiations over which materials to use. (No-dee-duh.)
We’re in the thinking about it stage. I’ve been watching lots of house shows on Netflix and noting features I appreciate. I’ve also had a few glue-gun fiasco flashbacks from when I made my custom RGB LED lights. And that time I cut off the tip of my finger when making my last quilt. (As far as I can tell, it grew back. Yay.) I’m confident I won’t have these issues now that being deliberately present is a habit. 💪🏽
I think it’s cool that I learned it from studying Stevie Nicks interviews on YouTube as the first domino in a series of life lessons from various sources. From take your time and exist at your natural pace, to full-on hippie status on my journey to enlightenment. I’m dead chuffed. (Shup. Been waiting for ages to use that phrase.) 😂 I didn’t even know music was an epic teaching tool a decade ago.
The Army already taught me novels could only get you so far, but when paired with music, it’s a surprising distance. I feel like I’m just getting warmed up in my exploration of music that moves me. I’m embarking on a study of Dolly Parton, now. No introduction or explanation is necessary; she’s fabulous. I strongly suspect she has lots to teach me. Yay. (Old school triple-threat; where the third threat is a topic that can easily lead to violence, especially if alcohol is involved.) 🤭
I can listen to Jolene on repeat for hours. I love that song. I’m also looking forward to watching Nine to Five, The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, Straight Talk, Steel Magnolias, and Joyful Noise, again. I’m not really into country music, but some of it jumps out and says, yes you are, at times. Some artists pull fans from all genre preferences, and Dolly Parton is one of them. I’m off to watch my shows. ✌🏽💜
The Fleetwood Mac concert was last night. I still have a massive grin on my face. I’m floating on a cloud of joy, today. Since I attended alone, I took a Lyft ride there and back. Aside from struggling to locate my Lyft driver among so many others after the show, it proved ideal. Instead of waiting in lines, the crowd smoothly flowed through security to our seats. It was like being gently guided.
I was seated among lovely people who reminded me why I love Sioux Falls so much. A woman seated with her partner in front of me turned around and gave me a high-five when the band took the stage. I was between a group of young women and two men around my age. We spontaneously swayed arm-in-arm to the music several times while singing along. 😮😍😆🙃
It startled me at first, but I played it off and joined in. Then I internally celebrated my happy amazement over bonding with local strangers without the slightest bit of panic. I had floor seats, so we stood from the moment the music began until the band took a bow at the end. I wore cargo pants with a leg pocket for my phone, which was perfect. I didn’t lose anything while mesmerized by the performance. Yay.
After a few songs, I realized I was standing there on tiptoes with my hands clutched in fists just below my chin, shoulders hunched, eyes open as wide as they go, and presumably a super goofy expression around my grin. (Part of me is secretly hoping the band couldn’t see us well from beneath the lighting.) I couldn’t help it. (Even though I’ve seen photos of people doing this, and thought they looked like doofs.) Heh.
I had a fantastic time. I did see one other black person, but I think he worked there. 😂 (I didn’t look around at the audience once the band started playing.) Mick Fleetwood’s drumming blew my mind. His kit is gold with penguins on the kick drum. After stunning us with his skills, he got up and casually tossed his sticks while exiting the stage. (So cool.) He did all the faces, too. I love him. 😆
The magical vibe that only Fleetwood Mac can create remains wrapped around me like a hug. Watching Stevie Nicks in her element with my own eyes was a bucket list moment. She rocked. I love her. (I’m making that face again.) Christine McVie came out from behind the keyboards to sing beside Stevie Nicks, too. (I may have involuntarily squeed.) I loved seeing Sharon Celani and Lori Nicks singing backup, as well. The band sounded fabulous. The percussion and bass were felt as well as heard, (which is how it should be.)
The new lineup is tight and smooth together. I think they’re even better now. (Yep. I said it.) The tribute to Tom Petty was brilliant. I’m off to continue being a happy doof while I practice drumming. ✌🏾💜
p.s. Here’s the photo I took (just before I forgot my phone could do that.)