I am a scrapbooker. Have been for many years. And it’s a running joke among my scrappy friends that I don’t scrap my life, I scrap events. So I have books of vacations, books of weddings, books of babies, but no books of everyday life. This running joke of my life being lived in themes has prompted different discussions over the years as to what book I should do next. There was actually one proposed that I thought was really cool, and have started assembling the materials to make it but haven’t gotten as far as actually putting it together yet. The idea was to pick the ten songs that were the autobiographical soundtrack of your life. The ten songs that can tell people who you are with no explanation, or tell of events in your life. I loved the idea of this project, and I started to compile my list.
As of right now, that list stands at 28 songs.
It was 37. I was able to get down to 28. I am still trying to get down to 10. It’s difficult!
Anywho, this was the first thing I thought of for this week’s Tuesday Topics. We’re down to a list of five, so here are my five most favorite stories from individual moments during the 28 song soundtrack of my life: Continue reading
Tonight was the big production of the weKids choir. I’m so stinkin’ proud of them it’s absurd. As soon as someone throws up a video of them on YouTube I’ll link here. Needless to say, I’ve been at church since 8am and was tired and cranky and somehow once the music started for our preshow as the OVER 900 people showed up to watch our kids, it was worth every minute of it. Now, I’m off to get some sleep.
Tonight was the first sanctuary rehearsal for the kids production that is on this Sunday evening. I was on the stairs running sound and running back and forth to make sure that the motions were being done and that the kids were staying in line (115 kids on three risers can cause a bit of a fuss!)
So what do I do when turning around to restart the music? Slide on the microphone/speaker/iPod cord and go down the last three stairs on my shins and plant my chin on the floor. I stood up and said thank you very much, took a bow and kept going . . .
. . . but holy cow my right leg hurts.
Two hours later I am finally at home, and let me tell you my right shin looks like I have elephantiasis. It’s swollen so much I have a cankle (no!) and I can barely walk with that knee. PAIN!
On the flip side of the coin, the kids sounded AWESOME. Aside from one kid who is sick and has a solo, the rest of them nailed the songs and they are doing a fantastic job. I am so psyched about Sunday night it’s INSANE. And all the people I’ve invited will just have to flounder around on their own because I’m in the sound booth and cannot see them until the free ice cream after.
SO looking forward to rehearsals on Friday and Saturday. They are just too dang cute!!!!!
Tonight is a night I had been looking forward to for a long time. I heard about winter jam from a promo email from JPJ arena in Charlottesville, and started asking if people wanted to go. As usual, it was hard to get people that wanted to commit. But last week, I had a group of 15 that wanted to go. Today, four went.
That’s okay, though. The four of us, all girls from LG, had a great time. The lineup of bands was spectacular. The tour was sponsored by Newsong, who I remember as a bunch of old guys that sounded like elevator music when I first heard them back in high school. They’re a bit better, thankfully, and they sang the one song I remember (and liked) from when I was a kid, “Arise”. It must be an anthem of sorts for them. Plus I still loved every word. Also performing: Fireflight (a bit loud, but okayish), Sidewalk Prophets, Robert Pierre, Tenth Avenue North, Newsboys, and Third Day.
The whole reason I wanted to go was to see the Newsboys with new frontman Michael Tait. I remember when he first put out DC Talk, and thought it would be interesting to see how the Newsboys worked with him in the front as their former lead singer had such a distinctive sound and was really the one that took them out of the electronica genre into something you could actually sing with. IT. WAS. AMAZING. And just to pull out something that this (now officially) older crowd member could relate to, they ended the set with “Jesus Freak”. I absolutely loved it.
Intermission, guest speaker, (it’s not a Christian concert if you don’t have a pitch for charity as well), then Tenth Avenue North. I didn’t realize lead singer was from Fredericksburg! Then Third Day.
What a great night. Best $10 I’ve spent in a LONG time!!!
I got to go to church this morning. Sure, that’s something to look forward to every week, but this was especially meaningful. I sat down and tried to figure out how long it has been since I have been in a proper service, and was shocked. December 2oth was canceled because of snow. December 27th I only could stay for the service and not for kid’s church because it was the last home football game and I had to hit the road. Then the 3rd of January was the kid’s Christmas program (which was originally supposed to be on 12/20) so I missed both sermons, the 10th I was there but since I had to run an errand for kids church first and the pastor was preaching in all three services I missed 2/3 of the sermon, the 17th I was out of town, the 24th I was sick as a dog, the 31st I had no car and services were again canceled because of snow.
So to make a long story short, I have only been to service once since before Christmas! Yes, I was a practicing heathen. Continue reading
(Re: Entry title: Name that Mother Goose nursery rhyme!)
So I’m home from a week of driving to various vacation related activities. After the chaos of work last week it was nice to get away for awhile. I had every intention of going to church before heading to the beach last Sunday, but after two days of fireworks and trying to clean my house I was just too dang tired. So I left for the beach, got there around three in the afternoon (just ahead of the thunderstorm) and plopped down and started to read. Four books, one bad sunburn, one quick 10-minute ocean dip, two serious bouts of carsickness, one visit with a friend and her husband, and four days later I came home. Yep, it was relaxing but at the same time it was almost very rushed.
Oh, and my mother is fired as my sunscreen application person. SPF 50 and two hours in the sun in the early morning, and I still turned my typical lobster red color. In lovely, random, Rorschach shaped patterns between my shoulder blades. Thank heavens I sleep on my stomach or I would have been miserable. Continue reading
Look, I have very particular music tastes. I know this. I enjoy a very wide variety of song genres, but the basic requirement is that it must have a lyric that I not only understand but enjoy singing along with as well. Thus Broadway is a love because it hits all types, hits all genres, has lyrics you get, tells a story, and is just fun.
SXSW is always a great deal of fun for me, even though I don’t go. The lovely performers make their music available for downloading, and I get it all. Yes, all. All 600+ songs each year. It takes a bit of weeding, and some stuff you just know isn’t going to be worth listening to after three seconds. And trust me–there is some weird stuff in there!
There are the surprises that you find and fall in love with. April Verch. Amos Lee. Blackie and the Rodeo Killers. Then there are those you already know that show up, like Chatham County Line, Flogging Molly, Aimee Mann, Kate Voegle, and so on.
It takes me awhile to weed through the songs, as I don’t get to listen to stuff at work like I used to. Usually I keep between 100-125 songs from each year. Some years are good for Rock, some for Singer/Songwriter, a few years ago it was AltCountry. You never really know. But I get some great stuff mixed in with the true lemons.
Then there is this one I ran across today. I started to delete it, then it grew on me. And I can’t decide if the lyrics are brilliant or just the stupidest thing I have ever heard. It’s supposedly from a song called Lump by The Presidents of the United States of America–that’s how it downloaded at least. You listen to it, and it’s, uh, well, not. Turns out it’s actually a song called Peaches. Continue reading