Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Music
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I was born and grew up in a town nicknamed Stink-a-dena on the Houston Ship Channel. In December, the blue northers pushed the scent of the paper mill onto our street. I still connect that smell with Christmas. The plants lining the ship channel paid tons of property taxes, so we had great schools. That's…
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Yesterday morning, I was all set to listen to U2 while I ran on the treadmill. I've kept their Achtung, Baby! down there for several years for when the U2 running mood hits me. (I also keep some Ted Nugent, John Mellencamp, and Dixie Chicks handy – my running moods are pretty eclectic!) (It's kind…
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I played my drums today. That makes two days in a row after several weeks of merely dusting them. A friend shared with me some basic beats he learned in his drum class and I've been wanting to practice them for days, but just had too many important things I needed to do. Playing…
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Friday night, Tom and I joined 38 other sets of ears in our friends' living room to listen to Celeste Krenz, an singer/songwriter we'd never heard of before, even though her amazing voice has been singing for audiences for a couple of decades. Her songs are unique, yet familiar somehow… her voice lyrical, soothing, and…
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I'm late with my sweet!s. It feels like a whole month was stuffed into last week…highs and lows, late nights and early mornings, and miles and miles on the road. I've only been home long enough to sleep the past few days. I haven't even gone on a morning walk with my puppies since Friday!…
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This first day of January has just drifted by. I haven't accomplished much of anything beyond a little after-party straightening and a walk with the puppies. Just reading about everything I did last New Year's Day makes me tired! But I feel as if I'm drifting in a calm spot between two rapids in a…
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Driving, daydreaming, radio playing… I'm oblivious to the music, preoccupied with my thoughts, until this line from a song breaks through their chatter: Every breath is a second chance. Later, I couldn't remember another single word from the song. I couldn't tell you who sang it or even what station I was listening to. Those…