Monday, August 25, 2008

There's bad times, but that's ok


Whew. It's been a rough week. I had the occasional welling up of the eyes after getting the news of LeRoi's death on Wednesday. But it all hit full on after I downloaded the band's show from Tuesday night. They opened with Bartender ("if I go, before I'm old, dear brother of mine, please don't forget me, if I go") and then Dave made the announcement to the crowd. It was heartwrenching. I could hear his voice was different and that pain opened the floodgates. They played all of Roi's favorites and the drive and passion was very apparent. I understand that Carter was crying during Proudest Monkey. Dave did more primal screaming than normal throughout. So Damn Lucky now has new meaning and Dave told the story of when he first saw LeRoi and he played the "most beautiful "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" I've ever heard". And then there was Two Step....Carter probably broke cymbals right and left on that one. It was incredible.

I'm not sure what the future of the band will be, but I hope they continue on. I would think Roi would want them to. We will see though. They are continuing with the tour....only about two weeks left and then I'm sure we won't hear anything for months. Whatever decision they make, I will accept it. It won't be an easy one and they have to do what's best for them. I could see them no longer doing studio albums and just touring....which would be fine by me seeing as I don't listen to the studio stuff long after they release it anyway! Their live stuff is where it's at and if they just keep putting out Live Trax, that would satisfy the majority of their fan base.

Ugh. It just SUCKS! I love this band so much....they are more than just a group of guys that plays music. All five of them are so immensely talented and they all play such a huge part in each song. And their music has been the soundtrack of my life for so many years. One of them being gone leaves a huge and unfillable hole. No more soulful solos, no more "If I Only Had A Brain" pennywhistle at the end of Bartender, no more dark shades, no more "our good friend, LeRoi Moore on the saxophone", and no more tremendous presence stage left.

We will all miss you, LeRoi. Thank you for sharing your talent with us and we will see you soon "over the rainbow"...

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Life is short but sweet for certain

I just found out a moment ago that LeRoi Moore, saxophonist for my beloved Dave Matthews Band, has died. (article here)

I can't put in words my sadness. I know I always refer to the band as "Dave" but there were five members and each of them were just as important and talented as the next. I loved them as a whole.

I just can't believe this.

God bless you, LeRoi. The band and your fans will miss you dearly.


September 7, 1961 - August 19, 2008

Saturday, August 16, 2008

What you've become is what you are

I have always been in awe of people that have exceptional talent, drive and determination. People who focus on a goal and give their heart and soul to it. And most of these people start the journey before they are old enough to enter kindergarten! I'm pretty sure my goals at the tender age of four included getting mom to take me to the park so I could see how high I could swing.

So I wonder.....do these young prodigies ever whine that they don't want to practice? Do they want to give up and do something else? I'm sure there are those whose parents are a driving force....not letting them give up or quit. But I believe many of them just have it in themselves to plow ahead. Every time the Olympics roll around, you hear all about the hours these young athletes put in. The stuff they have missed and how they don't really get to be "regular" kids. This is totally a foreign concept to me as I was always a big whiner and hated practicing....I just wanted to be good without putting the work in!

So I've spent a lot of time envying these folks (and not just athletes.....but anyone that has known early on where they were going in life). Why couldn't I be that way? Why am I still trying to figure it out at age 38? But then in dawned on me (hit me over the head like a lead brick)....these go-getters could actually envy me too. They figured out at the age of three that they wanted to be a major league baseball player. So they practiced and played baseball almost constantly. Eat, drink, sleep baseball. They achieve their dreams and couldn't be happier about it. But do they ever, just once, think "I spent my whole childhood on baseball. I wonder what it would have been like to take piano lessons? Or to try my hand at writing stories?" (this is not to say that if you are exceptionally good at something you don't have ANY other talents or do anything else, you understand).

I don't know if I have one true talent. I don't believe I was wired to follow a set dream from childhood to adulthood. My what-I-want-to-be has changed more times than I can count. But I don't tend to have the attention span to go all out. But maybe that's not a bad thing. In my life I've been a dancer, a softball player, a singer, a writer, a swimmer, a skier, a drummer, a knitter/crocheter, a photographer, a gymnast, a psychologist, a cross-stitcher, a guitarist, a scuba diver, a signer, a travel agent, a teacher and a decorator (to name a few!). Did I ever get paid to do any of these things? Nope. Never did any of them professionally. But they are things I have had a passion for at one time or another. Things I threw myself into and loved at the time. I have had VARIETY through my life.....and I guess that's what works for me. Perhaps I was never meant to do one thing. Pursue one dream. Maybe I was just meant to try it all. Be kinda good at many things instead of really good at one or two things.

Which brings me to my next point. I have become increasing annoyed with the question, "So? What do you do?" Obviously, the person wants to know what my job is. But for me, my "job" could not reflect who I am any less. First of all, I have to tell people that basically I do computer stuff. Ok, right off the bat, they are thinking "computer geek" and that I'm a techie. Ummmm. No. Actually, I know almost nothing about hardware. And I really don't care to. I know a lot more about software. I know my way around Word, Excel, Powerpoint, etc. pretty well (and if I don't know how to do something, I know where to find out how). I kinda fell into this work and over the years have just continued to learn a little more. But when people ask what I "do", I would much rather answer with what I do when I'm NOT at work. Because that is who I really am. I want to tell people that I'm an artist (right now with sticks and string), that I'm a traveler, that I "work" for non-profits like Gilda's Club and Make-A-Wish, that I am a musician if only just in my soul, that I strive for justice and to make things right and easier for others, that I'm a therapist, that I'm a cheerleader, supporter and defender for the musicians, sports teams, and causes that I love, I'm a tree-hugger, a pacifist, a non-conformist and a hippie.

And if I could make a living doing all those things, I would!! But I could never even pick just one and make it a career. So I will keep doing what I'm doing during the day to keep a roof over my head and food in my mouth. And I will just have to accept that the multitude of things I listed is what I'm going to "be" when I grow up.

Cause the non-conformist in me says "who decided our career was what we are to begin with!"

Monday, August 11, 2008

Fly! Be Free!!

Well, my little flightless water fowl have officially entered the merchandising world! You can see all the deets on The Sidney Crosby Show

I was scared to death when Jodie posted what I wrote. I really had no idea if anyone would want one or if 200 people would e-mail me in the first 30 seconds. But the response has been perfect! The post went up on Friday and as of a few minutes ago, I have 33 orders. I did most of the work on thirteen penguins before the post....all they needed was numbers and sticks (have to put them in the correct "wing"). Unfortunately, I didn't think that would take all that long. It did. I spent most of the weekend on it. Live and learn.

But today I have ten penguins in envelopes ready to go to the post office. And I must say, as I packed them up, I started to tear up a little. These little guys have been perched around my living room for a few weeks now. And just looking at all those faces made me feel like I was sending my children into the world!

I hope they all enjoy their new homes in Austin, Omaha, Norman, Ontario, Pittsburgh, Nova Scotia, Gibsonia, North Tonawanda, Chicago, and Clifton! Soon they will have teammates flying off to other exotic destinations. They just better call or write once in awhile...don't forget where you came from, boys!

The boys get in one more game before they head to their new homes
(notice Mario....always looking on :) )


Me and my "babies"
Fly! Be free!!

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Birthdays: Love 'em? Hate 'em? First caller.....

Today is my birthday. I have a love/hate relationship with this day. Always have. Today I turn 38, which is not an age you want to announce to the world ("I know everyone's jealous cause I'm 38!") But, hey, at least it's not 40. I am dreading that one with every fiber of my being.

So my love relationship.....

Birthdays are your special day. I still turn over sometime after midnight and smile. I walk around all day thinking "you have to be nice to me....it's my birthday!" No matter how old I get and how much I hate seeing that number tick up one more year, I can't help feeling like a kid today.

Now for the hate part....

Obviously, I hate getting older. I am fortunate enough that I don't look my age. Thank god for good genes. But another year is just a reminder that I am nowhere near where I would like to be and am actually so far behind I may never catch up. Most people my age are much more mature and have accomplished loads more than I have. I still haven't figured out what I want to be yet!

Second? I am single. I know this shouldn't bother me, but it does. I mean, I know if I hear of a man or woman that's in their upper 30's that's never been married, I think "what's wrong with them?" (hypocritical much?) And, so, I wonder what's wrong with me. Now, for the record, it's not like I want to be married at all costs. My last boyfriend was all ready to marry me. But I knew he wasn't the one. But my doubts about there being a Mr. Right out there are growing by the year. I'm certainly not going to be settled down before 40. Bummer.

Eh....I could go on with the hate part (like my friends don't seem to make a big deal out of my birthday), but I'm going to go out and try to enjoy this day.

"Every day has it's way of being forgotten,
Mom, it's my birthday! Would you say..."