They say sometimes animals can sense when something is about to happen. A storm, tornado, flood, or an earthquake. Well Mama Kitty had been missing since Monday, and it was now Tuesday afternoon. We decided to make some flyers and hang them up around the neighborhood. We sat at the kitchen table making up our lost pet posters, when suddenly the earth began to shake. Movies and books began falling of the shelves, and as all good California boys & girls do we got underneath the doorway.
Once the shaking finally stopped we all ran outside. All the neighbors had stepped out into the October evening and began joking and making guesses as to what size the quake was. Us kids were laughing and standing in the street watching the parked cars still gently rocking back & forth. When the cable finally came back on we all went inside to see the verdict. You see, earthquakes here aren’t really a big deal. They happen all the time, and though this one was obviously a doozy, it was still just an earthquake. Or so we thought.
It’s hard to wrap our minds around why certain celebrity deaths affect us more than others. Sometimes we just feel blindsided by it. Sometimes, in some odd way, we feel like we lost someone we knew.
For me, today, I think I know why. Looking back over my adolescence I can easily pinpoint where my toughest years were. They were junior high. I started junior high trying very hard to keep up with the cool kids. The cool clothes, the cool hair and all that goes with it. I ended junior high with black hair, converse and heavy metal rock posters plastered all over my bedroom walls. I found my natural rhythm and managed to find the path that would eventually lead to becoming my own person. Continue reading “Saying Thanks”→
Believe it or not my very first concert was The Monkees and Weird Al Yankovic. I know, kind of weird, except I’ll put good money on the fact that at least a few of you will read this and say “Me too!” Because it was a pretty popular tour that year. I was in the third grade and a pretty avid Monkees fan (thanks Nick ay Night) so when they came around my parents took us. This would be the beginning of a very passionate and life-long love for live music. Continue reading “Chris Isaak Beneath the Stars at Wente”→
I Remember You, I like to think, is a pretty sacred song for most rocker chicks. At least it was at the time when it came out. And like many rocker chicks my age I have many special memories ofI Remember You playing over the course of my teen years. Unfortunately most of them were replaced by one single memory from 1998 that tends to override the others.
Once upon a time I was a teenager. I know, seems odd, but it’s true. I was a teenager who loved Rock n Roll. I mean all kinds of Rock n Roll and Heavy Metal. I was a rocker chick. And I loved music with everything that was in me.
We went to concerts and listened to the radio pretty much all the time. Music was always such an integral part of my pre-teen and teenage years. I could sit on my bed staring out my window listening to music for hours. It was like breathing to me. Continue reading “Rock Candy Baby”→
I had woken up early. It was one of those mornings that just did not feel quite right. I remember distinctly thinking that as I got out of bed. I turned on the coffee and jumped in the shower. I tried to shake off that weird feeling, thinking to myself “it’s just another Tuesday.” I was wrong.After my shower I poured a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette, and turned on the TV.
I watched in utter shock, as did the rest of the country, the events of that day. September 11th. I guess everyone has different pictures in their mind of what affected them the most about those days following 9/11. I think I was on the verge of being sick almost every day for a week. Read more
Tulsa, Austin, Oklahoma City, Seattle, San Francisco, too
Everywhere there’s music, real live music, bands with a million styles
But It’s still that some old rock and roll music that really drives ’em wild
And truer were words never spoken as I learned first hand Tuesday night after I ended up going to see Huey Lewis & The News at Wente Vineyards. It may seem weird but random things like this happen to me some days. One minute I’m doing laundry and chasing the kids around and the next I’m in the car headed cross town to go jam to Huey Lewis & The News beneath the stars. Read more