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This is gonna be quick. If I don’t post right this minute, I don’t know when I’ll ever get the time so here goes.
This has been a wild and crazy summer so far. Back to back things going on and not a lot of time to breathe in between. But here’s the best part. Forgive me if you already know all this because I’ve been
shouting it from the rooftops posting bits and pieces of my good fortune all over the internet the past month or so.
At the end of the month I’m going to be able to cross three items off my Bucket List. One item in particular was a complete and utter fantasy because I didn’t think it was possible, that being SEEING THE REPLACEMENTS. Since they sort of split up (parted ways and have not performed together since) in 1991, fans of the band only dared to dream that they would ever reunite. As fate would have it, they are doing the Riot Fest tour this summer in Denver, Chicago and Toronto.
Long story short (my bedtime, I HATE Sunday nights) I’m going on a road trip with my daughter to Toronto to see The Replacements perform ALIVE AND IN PERSON. And those three things are all on my Bucket List.
Now, if my passport only arrives in time, I’ll be all set. Another story for another time.
I’ve been following a band called Runaway Dorothy online for a couple of years. If you are my friend on Facebook, you’ve surely seen me post about them. The thing is/was, one of the band members, Dave Parnell had a blog at one time and I read it faithfully. I tried to be as supportive as I could when the band was struggling. Dave is very personable and often answered my comments. I grew to have a great deal of respect for him as well as a very healthy appreciation for the band’s music. Click here for an example of why I fell in love with the music. And here for an album review of The Arc, their first cd.
Recently I was thrilled to find that the band was on tour and was looking for a venue somewhere between Brooklyn, NY and Youngstown, OH. They were interested in Philadelphia and Pittsburgh. Of course I was crossing my fingers for Pittsburgh. And it happened. They booked a show for this past Friday night at the Hard Rock Cafe in Pittsburgh. I grabbed the first friend who showed an interest in going and we were gonna do it.
I should probly mention, and I hope if Dave reads this, he’s not embarrassed, but I have a healthy, um, crush on his disheveled boyish charm. He’s ridiculously talented, both as a performer and a songwriter. His lyrics have depth and meaning and you can tell right off that he’s got heart. If you know me at all, you know I’m big on heart. If you don’t have heart, I don’t bother much with you at all… He’s also got determination and spirit. I’m pretty darn sure you could say this about each and every member of the band but I’m guilty of paying a little more attention to Dave. I’d adopt him. Heck, I’d adopt the whole darn band.
So, before this turns into War and Peace, I’ll tell you… My friend Brooke and I went to the cafe. She’s shy, I’m not. (DUH) There were to be 3 bands performing. Before RD got there, I’d already talked to the lead guy, Mike from Band #3. Yeah, he had heart. I wish I could remember the name of the band The first band up was called Blue Light Bandits. They’re from Boston and I liked them a lot. They had a kind of Jack Johnson sound to them. And they thought I was in my forties so, yeah… Brownie Points.
Brooke and I were sitting at our table and I happened to look up and saw a messy mop of brown hair atop a plaid shirt (Dave Parnell’s signature style) walking past. I said, “Dave.” He ambled a couple of more steps. I repeated his name, a little louder the second time. He turned and our eyes met. My heart soared. That face… A smile slowly spread across it (his face) and he made his way to our table. He has the most beautiful teeth I’ve ever seen on a guy. I was out of my chair in a second and stopped a foot in front of him. I said, “It’s me, Linda.” I don’t know even now if I had to tell him or not and I’m not sure if I held out my hand or just dove in straight for the hug, but we broke into an easy conversation. He had been heading toward the facilities (after 6 hours in a 15-passenger van) and asked that we wait a minute and said that he wanted to take us back to meet the rest of the band, was that ok? WAS THAT OK? Silly Dave.
Soon he came back and motioned us to follow him to a private dining area around behind the bar. On the way I asked if we were going to the Green Room. Haha Linda, you are so funnee.
We walked in to find Brett (Dave’s brother,) Sammy and Evan, as well as their manager Nick and 2 or 3 fan/friends from Pittsburgh. Amazingly polite and perfect gentlemen, they made us feel completely comfortable immediately. Two of them mentioned recognizing me from my comments on their fan page. Their manager, Nick was immediately at my elbow, asking what I had and what I needed. At first I wasn’t sure what he meant but then I realized he meant band souvenirs, etc. I told him I had the shirt, the buttons, stickers, cd, etc. He asked me to leave my address and that he’d get some more stuff off to me. How cool was that? So we talked awhile and the first band was up to play so we excused ourselves and went back to our table.
Their performance was even better than I expected. And later I found out that Dave had been on cold meds for a week. Sheesh.
Third song in, (With You) I was pleasantly surprised to hear Dave say, “This next song I want to dedicate to a friend of a couple years who I’m meeting for the first time tonight,” and he looked up at me. (omg) “This is for Linda, something something…” I couldn’t make out and forgot to ask him what it was. Was awesome anyway.
There was more to the night but I don’t want your eyes to cross. Among those things:
- I was appointed House Mother to the band. Which sounds a whole lot more respectable than Honorary Oldest Groupie, don’t you think?
- I’ve offered to provide lodging for them next time they’re in the ‘Burgh and they accepted on the condition that PD make them a Spinach Quiche for their breakfast.
- The crush I have on Dave has spread to the entire group.
- If you don’t own any Runaway Dorothy music, your library is lacking. Their new cd coming out, The Wait promises to be something you’ll want to own. I will. Here’s a sneak peek at a song from the album called Hurry.
- You can go on FB and Like the band and get to know them a whole lot better and you’ll be lucky like me🙂
So, that was my Friday night. Was a great time and I can’t wait for it to happen again. Thanks Runaway Dorothy! Love you guys🙂
Stole this from Zefrank’s Twitter page. I think it’s beyond awesome and I wanted you to see it. Tell me your thoughts…
“Across the broad continent of a woman’s life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths are straight, the trees regular, the sun shaded; escorted by gentlemen, protected by policemen, wedded and buried by clergymen, she has only to walk demurely from cradle to grave and no one will touch a hair of her head. But on the other side all is confusion. Nothing follows a regular course. The paths wind between bogs and precipices; the trees roar and rock and fall in ruin.”
~ Virginia Woolf, ‘Harriette Wilson’, Collected Essays
I read this earlier this week and when I did, it didn’t really sink in. I was too distracted and busy with other thoughts and concerns. Something told me to go back to it and I just did. And it more than sunk in this time. I could have written it, with all that I’ve been feeling lately. My first thought was, is this exclusive to women? And the answer, I think is absolutely yes.
As women, we have the luxury of feeling protected for much of our lives. I try never to take that for granted. We owe so much to our men… our fathers, our brothers, our husbands, even our sons. Not to mention all the other men who touch our lives… And yet, there are times and situations where there is no such thing as a safety net or someone to “have our backs.” There are times when decisions have to be made and situations need to be dealt with and it’s entirely up to us to muster our courage and our strength to do what we feel is right and necessary. How we deal in those times are testaments to our character and either make us or break us.
I have witnessed some amazing accomplishments by women lately, in particular, in the case of my own dear Mother. She recently fell and injured her upper thigh/hip. This required surgery and spending time in an assisted-care facility for rehab. All during this ordeal, the “elephant in the room” which to this point has not been spoken of, but was the obvious fact that everything would have been made better somehow if my dad were still alive and here for her to lean on and offer strength and assurance. Not only would it have made a difference to her, but to my brothers and my sister and I. It’s a scary feeling to share the responsibility of the welfare of a parent. If you’ve never been in this position, lucky you. It’s daunting. I’m hugely grateful to have a big family and to have the luxury of sharing the responsibility with siblings. I can’t imagine having to deal with the decision-making alone, not to mention tending to her daily needs, both physical and emotional.
There’s way more I could say on this subject and what I’m feeling right now, but time prevents the saying. The feeling, though? That growing up is tough but that growing old is worse. But I’m concentrating on the gratitude… that my mom is finding the strength to be awesomely amazing on her path, despite the bogs and precipices.
If I don’t I’ll burst.
Conversation going on in the change room at work today…
Keep in mind, the room is about 20 by 40 feet. At any given time there may be up to 50+ people in there, scrubbing up and/or changing into clean room gear. There are racks of uniforms, hair covers and shoe covers, stainless sinks, loud Dyson hand dryers, a large table and four stainless benches. Sound carries…
With that many people all trying to talk over one another, you hear many conversations, most of them loud. Pretty much impossible not to overhear.
You may recall the woman I’ve told you about who I have a problem with. The one who has the problem with all other races, creeds, sexual preferences, etc. Well. Today I found out she has a problem with “Artsy-types.” Yes, you read that correctly. And you may also assume that I took that very personally. Not a lot more than any of her other prejudices, which I find offensive- but in a more personal way.
You see, there is a guy we work with who is nothing, if not colorful and interesting. Literally and figuratively. This week his mop of thick black hair is accented with a beautiful bright patch of neon turquoise. The woman in question was giving him her standard third degree… What made you decide to do that? How much did it cost? Does it wash out? Yadda yadda yadda. I just rolled my eyes and gave him my “poor you” look. I’m one of the few people who has taken the time to get to know him and actually have real, meaningful conversations with the kid. Most of the women I work with are either intimidated by him or repulsed by his style. They’ve never taken the time to find out that he’s really nice and funny and a great conversationalist.
As soon as Mr. Prettyhair left the room, she started. Keep in mind, she “hangs” with a group of older and judgemental women who go to church functions and pride themselves in their quote Christianity unquote.
After pretty much dissecting the poor kid and his wardrobe, jewelry and hair, she proclaimed that his need to “express himself” was way out of whack. Or something to that effect. And she added, “My daughter-in-law is one of those artsy types, so you can imagine how I worry about how my grandson will turn out.” Then, if that wasn’t enough, she went on to describe an “artistic” boy who works at the grocery store. Don’t get her wrong, she stressed, he’s a nice kid and all, but… To which one of her cronies replied, “Did you say autistic or artistic?” and they all hooted and hollered in laughter. I thought I was gonna go ballistic on each and every one of their asses right then and there. Of course I was not part of the conversation and to intercede would make me as rude ok not AS rude as they are.
You know me well enough to know that just about all of my personal principles were offended and slaughtered to shreds in that short period of time. Rather than cause a scene, I quickly left the room and returned to my desk and seethed for about 10 minutes and did some deep breathing exercises. I also vowed that, given the opportunity, no, wait. I will try not to say it. But in my head, I’ll be saying, “You know, your own personal brand of narrow-mindedness is WAY more offensive, shocking and down-right dangerous than any sort of artistic expression I have ever witnessed.”
Man, when I think about it, going off on her (and her friends) would be the ultimate masterpiece of artistic expression.
OK Go – This Too Shall Pass – RGM version
The Airborne Toxic Event – Gasoline
Just in case you ever doubted how much fun this band is… Even if you’re not a fan you have to admit that they would be rilly fun to hang out with. They are : )
Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man
I’m pretty sure I posted this once already but it’s so freakin’ awesome I had to do it again in case you missed it the first time. Caution: bad word.
I was never a fan of Norah Jones. That is, until I heard this song. Then I fell in love.
Norah Jones – Chasing Pirates