Photoshop and call them “art”…
(see full show review tomorrow at Music Savvy Mom.)

Silversun Pickups drummer Chris Guanlao at The NorVa. 10/11/2009
Posted October 12th, 2009. 1 comment
… if I skipped Mass today
and just listened to the song that’s playing right now instead.
It’s Church by Lyle Lovett and His Large Band.
Yes, I said large.
Because it’s not big – it’s large.
Y’know how I love Townes Van Zandt and Billy Bragg?
(you would if you’ve been paying attention.)
Well, we can add Lyle Pearce Lovett to that list.
Yes, I love him, and I think he’s hot,
and I think Julia Roberts was an idiot to divorce him,
and (if I were not married to my wonderful husband)
I would most definitely NOT kick him out of bed for eating Animal Crackers.
He’s got that smooth as butter but hard as gravel voice that gives me the auditory swimmies. He’s witty, intelligent, sensitive and deep without taking himself seriously.
He makes everything seem natural and effortless.
His lyrics paint beautiful pictures and stories.
He’s a good ol’ Texas Boy.
He’s awesome in bed.
(At least in my head he is – I haven’t actually met him, so I can’t give you that assessment unequivocally…yet.)
Keep listening…see if you don’t agree with me.
Posted April 5th, 2009. 1 comment
A friend (thanks, pea!) just told me about
…and I damn near wet myself just now as I read it!
(No, I don’t have an incontinence problem. It’s just that funny. )
I mean, really – a Psychic Pediatrician? GENIUS!!!
(Says the mother of an almost three year old…)
Take a break and check it out.
I’ll go back to the Irish Music on Tuesday…I’m all bass-ackwards, as usual.
They’re playing in Roanoke, and I’ll be there.
One of my good buddies is a bigwig on their Street Team,
(that’s you, Ass Hockey
) and she’ll be there, too. Raucous fun shall be had. Oh, yes it shall.
(Have I mentioned how awesome my hubs is? Way. Way, way awesome. How many dudes would make it a family mini-vaca so their wacky wife go see a band? Notsomany. Mine is aces, I tell you – aces.)
So, I’ve told you about JTNL before, but I know you weren’t paying attention. That’s okay – you will, especially if you’re listening right now.
Hailing from Texas (like most great things – my husband, for example), this gang plays their bluesy rock from the heart, the soul, the gut. No half assed effort here – you feel the music. They rock, they’ve just been signed to Atlantic and are preparing a major label release. They’re touring “intimate venues” now, so you’d best get your ass to a show soon, while you can still enjoy them from a barstool with a beer and not in an arena jam packed with screaming fans.
Cause that’s coming.
I’m just sayin’…

Now, back to me. What to wear to this clambake? Well, I’ve decided on a nice, comfortable ensemble befitting a Married Mom of 41 who isn’t there for man-catching, and is likely old enough to have birthed the entire band AND a large portion of the crowd.
Jeans and this on a t-shirt:
(Gotta keep the kids on their toes, after all.)
Posted March 13th, 2009. 3 comments