i wish…

i wish someone had told meI love this.  I found it on Pinterest this morning and it certainly applies to writing.  Looking back after writing many, many books, I know this is true.

But I wasn’t looking for writing inspiration on Pinterest this morning.  I needed something to boost my “flagging musician” spirits.  Stiff fingers, aging brain, hoarse voice…how will I learn this new instrument, this new song, these new chords?

This is such a good reminder.  It worked for writing.  It will work for this.

I’ve just gotta fight my way through.

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never too old for oreos

My darling daughter turned 34 today, so for her birthday party Sunday I made this cake, from a blog called Inspired by Charm.

I saw it on Pinterest and it looked so good I had to try.  I have zero cake decorating skills, but I could break up Oreos and pile them in the middle of a cake!

Here’s my finished product:

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can you see me now?

Okay, you all know I went to Austin City Limits Moody Theater last Wednesday night to see Trisha Yearwood.

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A funny thing happened on the way to the show…

Midway up the long flight of outdoor stairs to the entrance, men were stopped to be checked for weapons.  At the top of the stairs the women’s purses were checked.  The pleasant woman (she said she loved my boots) saw my camera and said, “You can’t bring that in here.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.  “I didn’t know.”

 (I had just tried to take a picture of Willie Nelson, but that hadn’t worked out.  Too many people were posing with him and I couldn’t get a clear shot.)

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“Where’s your car?  Is it far away?  Can you go back and put this in your car?”

“My son dropped me off.  There’s no way I can get him to come back.  Can you just check it?”

“We don’t like to do that.”  She looked very sad.  “But I’ll get my supervisor.”

I waited for long moments until the supervisor appeared.  He looked like a happy guy and studied the camera in my purse.

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“Why don’t I just take the battery out and you can hold onto that?”  was my suggestion.  (Believe it or not, I wasn’t the least bit concerned.  What could possibly stop me from finally seeing Trisha Yearwood in person???  Nothing.)

He smiled at me and said, “Tell you what.  Why don’t you keep the battery and keep the camera in your purse?  Just promise you won’t take it out.”

He obviously recognized a vintage non-rule-breaker when he saw one.  Maybe it was the white hair.

I promised.

I went inside, showed my ticket, made my way around those thirsty Texans crowding around the bars and was led to my sixth-row seat.  The show wouldn’t start for another thirty-five minutes, so I had plenty of time to people-watch.  To the left of me was a gay couple taking pictures with their phones.  To the right of me was a 40-something woman taking pictures with her phone and alternately playing Candy Crush.

In front of me were four young woman taking selfies with their phones.  Behind me were six 50-something girlfriends from Fort Worth who were taking pictures with their phones and sharing hilarious stories of life and work in Texas.

An announcement came over the speakers:  no recording devices and absolutely no photos are permitted or you will be escorted out of the building.

My dangerous, illegal camera was zipped into my purse, which was tucked under my seat.  I would not be escorted out of the building, but I wondered about the hundreds of cell phone owners surrounding me.  If all of these cell phone owners were escorted out of the building, I’d have a shot at a front row seat.

And then the room darkened and Trisha Yearwood walked across the stage.  All around me phones were lifted into the air.  Trisha waved and looked accustomed to that kind of attention.  There were times when she held still for the cameras phones and said, “Make it a good one!”

I couldn’t stop laughing.  I’m sure I looked like the happiest fan in Row 6, but every time the oh-so-many phones took pictures it struck me funny.

And though I had many, many opportunities to take a picture of Trisha when she stood and sang directly in front of me, I kept my camera in my purse.

I had promised, you see.  And when I make a promise, I keep it.

But that didn’t stop me from wishing I had a Smart Phone.  Just for one night.
So I wouldn’t be escorted from the building.

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tim’s vermeer

Here’s a review of the documentary we saw Wednesday in Austin.  Fascinating documentary!  We loved it!

From Nuvo:

Tim’s Vermeer: How’d he paint that?

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Imagine having the time and resources to pursue any question that intrigues you. Inventor Tim Jenison does just that in the engaging documentary Tim’s Vermeer, looking into a mystery surrounding the works of Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer (1632 – 1675). Jenison’s efforts are captured by celebrated magicians, debunkers and smart-asses Penn and Teller, with Teller directing and co-producer Penn Jillette narrating.

Johannes Vermeer painted meticulous interior scenes of domestic life in the 1600s. Most of his work was set in two small rooms of his home. His paintings were photo-realistic, making masterful use of light. So how did he create such works long before the invention of the photographic camera? Contemporary x-rays showed there were no sketches on the canvases beneath the paint. So what was this guy, a magician?

Two books published in 2001, artist David Hockney’s Secret Knowledge: Rediscovering the Lost Techniques of the Old Masters and architect-professor Philip Steadman’s Vermeer’s Camera: Uncovering the Truth Behind the Masterpieces, elaborate on old speculation that Vermeer used projected images to achieve his remarkable effects, probably employing a camera obscura to reproduce his scenes and provide a guide for him to paint over.

Enter Jenison, who founded the hardware/software company NewTek in the ’80s and hit it big with Video Toaster, a desktop video-production tool. With no deeds to do or promises to keep, the groovy rich man sets out to see if an amateur can reproduce one of Vermeer’s works using only tools available during the painter’s days. The painting he chooses is “The Music Lesson,” which shows a young woman and her teacher at a harpsichord.

Tim’s Vermeer breaks into roughly three segments: The set-up for the project and an early experiment, Jenison’s painstaking reproduction of the people, objects and lighting of “The Music Lesson” in a studio, and his struggle to recreate the scene on canvas using projected images and mirrors.

The first segment grabbed me. I was intrigued by the description of the documentary and found the project fascinating. Tim Jenison is a likeable fellow, and Penn Jillette, who periodically appears on camera, thankfully ditches his blustery onstage persona and comes off as a genuine interested party. Spending time with Jenison and his friend is easy.

The middle section left me squirming at first. I didn’t care how Jenison went about accurately staging the scene in his studio, I just wanted to watch him try to reproduce it. But I eventually realized that showing the process was necessary because Penn and Teller weren’t just documenting the project, they were also documenting Tim Jenison, and an obsession with detail is part of who he is.

Ah, and then there’s the final portion of the film. Witnessing Jenison – an amateur – ever so slowly (1,825 days!) attempt to use the projection and mirror to recreate the work of a master artist is mesmerizing. Does Jenison’s success lessen Vermeer’s achievements? Of course not. As is mentioned several times through the documentary, artists routinely use tools to make sure their perspective is right. And projecting images onto canvases is common now. An artist chooses what to paint and how to paint it. Tools are just tools. And Tim’s Vermeer is a short (80 minutes – thank you Penn and Teller), satisfying piece of art in its own right.

Tim’s Vermeer
Rated PG-13 · 80 min. · 2014

Official Site: sonyclassics.com/timsvermeer
Director: Teller
Cast: Penn Jillette, Tim Jenison, Martin Mull, Philip Steadman and David Hockney
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trisha: the concert update

Notes from the show:

Six rows from the stage at Austin City Limits, that’s where I was.

Not an “old married boomers” crowd, but “thirty-somethings” Girls Night Out amidst the date-night couples.

She sang from 8:15 pm until 10:05 PM.  Without stopping.

She took requests.  And told stories.  And made us laugh and feel as if we were all her friends.

That’s a talent, too.

Her voice was better than ever.

My ticket, for those of you who have asked, was $69.00.

This song, one of my all-time favorite songs in the whole world, was the third song she sang that night.  I was ever so relieved.  And I tried very hard not to cry.

 

 

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trisha yearwood in two hours!

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We went to the movies downtown today, but that’s another blog post (hint: the movie, a documentary, was phenomenal!).  I led the guys (Banjo Man and Son #2) down the wrong staircase and instead of going to the parking garage we were on the sidewalk.

Son #2 said, “As long as we’re here, let’s go look at the Willie Nelson statue.”

So we did.  And Willie looked good.

Then I caught on that we were in front of the Austin City Limits building.

“Wow,” I said to Banjo Man.  “We’re in front of the Austin  City Limits building!”

“And Trisha Yearwood is playing tonight,” Son #2 said.  “Did you see that, Mom?”

And then I remembered looking at Trisha Yearwood’s skimpy concert schedule last month and being disappointed that we were leaving Austin the day before she performed.  And now, with the storm delay, I COULD GO TO THE CONCERT.

I ran back down the sidewalk to the ticket booth.  Really, I ran.  As fast as I could.  And the nice young woman informed me that there were still a few seats available.  I waved at Banjo Man and Son #2 to hurry up so I could see if they wanted to go with me to see Trisha Yearwood.

They didn’t.

Banjo Man said, “I have to pack.”  (We are leaving the condo at 4 AM tomorrow).

Son #2 said, “Who is Trisha Yearwood again?”

I explained: I have all of her cd’s.  I’ve loved  her forever.  Never seen her in concert.  She’s married to Garth Brooks.  She has a cooking show.  I’ve made her chocolate pretzel brownies.

I sang a verse of “The Song Remembers When.”

The Nice Young Woman At The Ticket Booth interrupted and said, “If you only need one ticket I can get you a really good seat right up front, on the floor.”

“I ONLY NEED ONE TICKET!”  I turned my back on the guys, who looked as if they would rather do anything than sit through a country chick concert.

Banjo Man leaned closer and muttered, “How much do these tickets cost?”

My reply, “I DON’T CARE!!!  MONEY IS NO OBJECT!!  I AM GOING TO SEE TRISHA YEARWOOD!!!!”

I don’t think I could be any more excited, I really don’t.

Details tomorrow….

 

 

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to tell the truth…

To tell the truth…my computer has a virus and has slowed to an almost impossibly slow speed.

To tell the truth…I am using my son’s computer right now.

I want to tell you that I have not been blogging because:

(a)  I am busy eating pie.

(b)  I am two-stepping at the Continental Club every night.

(c)  Cindy Cashdollar is my new best friend and she has been giving me lap steel guitar lessons while we drink margaritas together and share stories of life on the road with our bands.

(d)  I have been shopping for vintage Tony Lama boots.

(e)  Emmy Lou Harris told me who does her hair, so I’ve been at the salon.

(f)  Delbert asked if I’d make gumbo for him.

(g) I’ve been online buying a new vintage lap steel that Earl Scruggs’ grandson told me to get.

One of the above statements is true.  Which one????

I’ll see you after my computer gets de-bugged.

Love to you all,

More Pie

 

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feeling the lap steel love

My own little" Mother of Toilet Seat" Supro baby.

My own little” Mother of Toilet Seat” Supro baby.

Chris Scruggs with a Fender lap, about to accompany Suzy Bogguss at Opa's.
Chris Scruggs with a Fender lap, about to accompany Suzy Bogguss at Opa’s.

Cindy Cashdollar tuning up for Johnny Nicholas and Hellbent at the Saxon Pub.

Cindy Cashdollar tuning up for Johnny Nicholas and Hellbent at the Saxon Pub.

Cindy Cashdollar, Queen of Steel.

Cindy Cashdollar, Queen of Steel.

Aren't they gorgeous???

Aren’t they gorgeous???

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If you liked “Moonrise Kingdom” you’ll probably like this one, too. Or not…

Banjo Man was really excited to see this. I had to wait several days before I could find tickets for the show. It was sold out every night, despite the theatre showing it about twelve times daily.

I didn’t care one way or the other about seeing it, but I wasn’t going to sit at home by myself, so I went.  And I ended up really enjoying this beautifully filmed, wacky story.
Banjo Man? Well, he was disappointed.

Son #2 wasn’t all that impressed either.

Moral of the story:  Have no expectations and 100 minutes to kill and get ready for some incredible silliness.  You’ll more than likely enjoy yourself.

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it’s not all about the music

Banjo Man stocked up on his favorite skin cream while here in Austin.

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