Playing By Ear as a way of life
Breasts aren’t generally on my mind. I wasn’t always in this frame of mind. If a story about bras isn’t for you, there’s no need to read on.
The word brassiere and bra have a different feel. Brassiere seems so 19th century with visions of formality: ladies in corsets etc. “Bra” (short for brassiere) is so modern and bland. There must be a better name? Over the shoulder boulder holder is good but so passé .
When I was young lass…Continue reading ‘Bra-vado’
The mirror seems a mystery code
Never to be cracked
The shards of glass
Upon my feet
Were never meant to last
April showers return again
To give the seeds their due
They wet the many
But those that grow
May only be a few
Life and Death
Oh how we toil
The mind around and round
Fixed and bent
With tools once lent
We journey on our way
Not to fear but fear itself
Sounds so good to say
Sweet dreams my sweet
Down to your feet
Blessed be that march among the soil.
Here I am with some girl friends at the Good Old Fashioned Bluegrass Festival outside of Hollister. This is called a tweener set. It’s the set between the main acts where anyone can get up and play. The song is “Blues Stay Away from me” which is pretty obvious when you hear it. The 5 of us got together moments before to do a run through. Otherwise the 5 of us had not played together at the same time. It was a lot of fun!
Blues Stay Away From Me from Kyle Abbott on Vimeo.
Have you ever been told to pull on your tongue? I had a singing teacher tell me to do that. When Luke and Kyle were little, Carl and I knew we wanted to play music as a family. I thought it was a good idea to take some singing lessons. Perusing the phone book I found a woman teacher and called. I didn’t know what to ask besides the price at that point. I arrived at her home and an opera student was singing with her. I was feeling insecure and wondered what was in store for me?
…Continue reading ‘Belting it out’
In my son Kyle’s world, all poems have to rhyme. When I go to write it just comes out that way.
The other night I had total insomnia. It happens from time to time. I took pen to paper and filled some of my wakeful night with this…
RESTLESS
I find a pillow to lay my head
And glide into the sleepless bed
Roving pillars in the winding mind
Won’t stand still or drift in kind
The restless state holds me to a mast
Taking me through a play miscast
The dark night is an endless day
Respite fails me, awake to stay
Let this mind and body recoil
Rest it deep into the soil
Revive me at the morning light
To live the day with no left spite
I’m on facebook. Are you? As we long ago lost our real village life, this is a way of feeling part of one, in some ways. Luke couldn’t believe I was joined at first. I like to read what “friends” say and be able to respond or write some things others may see. I put “friends’ in quotes. Most of my “friends” really are friends but there are a few I haven’t met in person. They may have “met” me through a friend and asked me to confirm them as a friend or visa versa. I have friends from high school, the neighborhood, home school days, but most of them are through a musical connection.
The other day, coffee in…Continue reading ‘Will you confirm me, Steve Martin?’
I have not been inspired to blog. For a few days I worked on a story but then it didn’t float my boat so I sank it. Kyle’s kept telling me to come up with something but nothing surfaced. Then he said, “Why don’t you write a post about that graffiti.” I replied. “It’s a business. That wouldn’t be appropriate.”…Continue reading ‘Cheap Thrills’
Carl and Luke don’t care about fashion. In fact I would say they are oblivious to it. For them clothing is about comfort. Kyle is the same but with a twist. The three of them wear shorts, shirts, and vests which I pick out at the thrift store. Biology supplies the skin for their ’shoes’.
Kyle is a man of tradition and doesn’t care for change. The clothing he likes, he wears until it’s nearly transparent, worn thin and tattered with holes. …Continue reading ‘Closet Picker’
It can be odd to open your mouth and not know what is coming out. I’m learning Chinese. The words can be problematic. As you may know, Chinese is a tonal language. Tones rule. In English, if we say “good”, it doesn’t matter what our accent is; we all understand what it means. This isn’t the case with a tonal language. The same word has countless meanings and it depends on its tone and the context.
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