This weekend, we went to Notasium — an awesome music-based place space near us. The bounce house has drum sounds, the ladder to the slide is a guitar fret board, and a lot of other interactive musical play equipment.
I was in an airport bar sitting solo with my computer and an empty beer glass. I had just ordered cheesecake that I didn’t have to share
I was too busy with sick people to get my #TBT post up yesterday. I thought about backdating it, but decided just to make this week #FBF instead.
When I was 20 and Pete and Maura Kennedy were playing at a 21+ venue, they went out of their way to make sure we got to go to the show. Maura wrote to the venue that she would personally guarantee that we would not drink alcohol, signing her name to it in a show of trust that meant the world to me. Ever since then we have joked that they are my adoptive parents, having adopted us for that one night. She told me that if the venue hadn’t agreed to let us in that she and Pete were going to go play on the sidewalk.
From my first folk show at 16 -over half my life ago – to Eddie From Ohio this past weekend, I have been incredibly lucky to be a part of the folk community that does not put barriers and guards between the artists and the fans.
I knew this would be an eventful weekend, but in a well-planned, 100% awesome sort of way. And then the universe must have read my #TBT post and decided what I really needed was more ill-advised adventure.
The first music Lorelei ever heard was “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. For Rowan, it was “The One Who Knows”, by Dar Williams. I’d actually intended this to be the first song Lorelei heard, as well, but in the midst of pushing a baby out I didn’t think to tell someone to turn it on. Imagine that.