A very long time ago when I was leaving home and running as far away from my family as I could possibly run, someone, when I told her “I don’t need them!” said, “That might be true, but they need you.” And so if you get up every morning and put a frown on your face, you’re sad, but you also make everyone else miserable so what if your sole purpose in life is to…
The gals renting the place are all nurses in some capacity and just informed me that hypothyroidism makes you gain weight, but taking thyroid replacement pills don’t make you lose weight – the ignominy of this disease!
So a friend’s daughter is in town and was wanting to babysit so we’re having an impromptu date night and just so happens, as these things are want to do, that Evan is jamming down at Clever so where to go is resolved in a clarinet second. For those who missed Evan’s show at Jazz Fest, you missed it. Whoa. Fabulous. Here are a couple reviews: Times Picayune NOLA.com blog
2011 was supposed to be my year – it totals 4 which is my lucky number and yet, just two days ago I was discussing with a friend who is an architect about how I feel sometimes as if I broke a mirror seven years ago and this is the final year of dealing with the fall out. He said, Amen, as he lit his cigarette. He said, “I thought my situation was temporary but…
Last night Evan called to ask if he could take Tin to see Herbie Hancock who is the International Jazz Ambassador and would be in Congo Square at sunrise to commemorate International Jazz Day. Uh yes. Of course. So both of us took Tin down to Louis Armstrong Park and handed him across the fence where the musicians were all congregating waiting for the great Herbie Hancock to appear on stage. But first there were…
Dear Mr. Davis: You are amazing – putting on the best show on earth every year in my backyard for my birthday – for that I salute you. However, I must say the sound this year was too loud. I couldn’t even be in the Lagniappe Stage area with Kristin Diable because the decibels were overpowering. The Gentilly Stage was booming so loud it was hard to get a breath. The Fais Do Do was…
You are in the driver’s seat of your life, and you’re ready to head toward your destiny. This came across my screen this morning intended for me. I spent Friday trying to recover from Thursday night and then Saturday trying to get in the swim – verdict, I’m tired, oh so tired. I haven’t heard any real good music other than having sat in on Evan Christopher’s Clarinet Road – I was hoping to see…
After being out till 3am and then getting up to rally for the first day of Jazz Fest, last night my head hit the pillow and it was lights out. 8.5 hours later, I felt somewhat refreshed but oh my. Aside from age, hypothyroidism, and being an older mother, I almost crawled back to the house from the Fest yesterday. I kept running into people I know and as I made my way bit by…
The weird thing is that as I was walking to Jazz Fest this morning with friends they said it was odd to see me without Tin and so began the first day of Jazz Fest – who let the moms out – woof woof woof. There wasn’t any particular band or performer I was interested in seeing but we did go see an interview with Jason Berry and Senn Kuti – my favorite take away…