Sing Strum Smile

This is my Ibanez bass guitar I got for my birthday a few years ago. She lives in our “home studio” populated by my husband’s and son’s electric and acoustic-electric guitars, mics, mixer, sitar, guzheng, amps, and recording stuff I don’t understand. That’s my concertina behind and to the left, though. We jammed some tonight and my poor, tender fingertips suffered. But I’d forgotten how fun it is to make music together! I need to resume the habit to build up those calluses again. Depending on the research, it takes either 21 or 66 days to form a habit. So I’m looking at summertime. Stay tuned!


When Kitties Attack

Pictured is my normally placid and loving Siberian forest cat, Midnight. His ears are back and eyes almost as dilated as earlier when he attacked me (I’m fine). In all fairness, he warned me vociferously, then nipped at my hand, before feinting toward my face. Apparently he objected to my practicing one of the songs for our school’s upcoming Faculty Follies. I’m not that bad a singer, honestly! But Midnight freaks out every time I sing aloud. 

A cursory Google search reveals others share my “pain.” I found numerous YouTube videos of cats freaking out at singing as well as  queries on pet forums, but no satisfactory explanations. In the meantime, to keep the peace, I guess I’ll restrict my rehearsing to when Midnight is outside or I’m in the shower. Maybe I’ll ask one of my students researching pets for their 20% Time Project to add a tab on feline music preferences.

Celebrity is as Celebrity Does

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The internet is full of tributes to David Bowie today. He died of cancer two days after his 69th birthday and the release of his last album, Blackstar. Reaction is universally shock — he kept his 18-month battle a secret. And people from all walks of life are sharing their grief and stories of his influence in their lives.

Mostly I associate David Bowie with “Space Oddity,” a song that I listened to incessantly over many years. Also, I have vivid memories of an eccentric high school classmate dressed in the style of Ziggy Stardust. Throughout the decades, Bowie hovered on the edge of my musical consciousness and intrigued me with with his cutting edge fashion. I don’t ever recall any talk of obnoxious diva behavior, just adherence to his art in the face of consternation. The same cannot be said of reality celebrities or many admittedly talented artists of today. They act like privileged, spoiled babies and distract from their art. We will miss David Bowie for so much, his classiness as well as his art. RIP.

Happy Harbor Grill Birthday

Tonight we celebrated DH’s birthday with a wonderful dinner at the Harbor Grill restaurant at the harbor at Dana Point. We enjoyed deliciously prepared fish and an pianist who played nothing more current than songs from Cats. Seriously, his selection took me back to my childhood, including “Fascination” which I learned from my jewelry music box, and “Hi Lilli, Hi Lo” from a Leslie Caron movie. A drive home along PCH via Laguna Beach at sunset rounded out the evening. I love summer!

Last Week at Wrigley


Here are a few more shots documenting the Cubs victory over the Rockies last week at Wrigley field. It’s hard for me to believe that was 8 days ago. Time is slipping by way too quickly this summer.

Below is a shot of some random happy guys who were entertaining us post-game at the Cubs dugout with their a cappella plus tambourine rendition of CeeLo’s “F*#! You”. They were taking requests, too. I love people!

Happy Independence Day

Here is  a picture of our patriotic house. Note that palm trees rank right up there with the American flag on our tribute meter.  Here’s hoping everyone had a wonderful Monday, July 4.

Below is one of many pictures I have to cull through of the inaugural gig of Johnny and the Punks, the impromptu band of DH’s brothers with me as drummer. No, I’m not playing the chair, but rather the electronic drum kit perched upon it.

Knitting content: much progress on the Featherweight Cardigan. I love summer!