Friday, May 18, 2012

The Unnecessary But Stunning Things



I recently went to a tea and as we walked between buildings we were greeted with this beautiful marked path. I knew we were in for a treat.

While this wasn't complex, and could have been done relatively simply, it was that someone thought of it and took the time to do it. These details are what make the difference in an event.

It's always these little things. The unnecessary, but stunning, things - like frothy pink fabric rustling in a gentle breeze, welcoming you inside. These are the things we remember.

Life is always in the details.

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Thursday, May 17, 2012

Quote of the Day - Dreams



All men dream, but unequally. 

Those that dream at night
in 
the dusty recesses of their minds
awake the next day
to 
find that their dreams were just vanity.

 But those who dream 
during the day
with their eyes wide open are dangerous men;
they act out their dreams to make them reality.
                   -Thomas Edward Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia)


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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Summer Butterflies




I love this hand-embroidered piece. It says "summer" to me. I've not seen another one like it. Something to be loved.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Chocolate Meringue Cookies

I made these chocolate meringue cookies for the first time a few weeks ago. If you want to give them a go, use some parchment paper and a piping bag - otherwise you'll have a gooey mess all over everything.

You can use a plastic baggie with the end cut off if you don't have a piping bag. You could drop these by spoonfuls, but squirting them onto the parchment will be far easier.


Chocolate Meringue Cookies

2 egg whites
1/8 teaspoon cream of tartar
2/3 cup sugar
1 tablespoon cocoa
1/4 cup chocolate chips, chopped

Beat egg whites until stiff peaks form, adding cream of tartar as they're beating. Add sugar slowly, continuing to beat.

Fold in cocoa and chocolate.

Put into piping bag and drop onto parchment covered cookie sheets. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes.

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Monday, May 14, 2012

Hand Crocheted Pot Holders



I love these potholders. I've been buying them for a few years - sometimes for a dime or quarter.

Aside from their beauty and all the hand work involved, I love to think about the kitchens they've adorned before they found their way into mine. They may have been crafted by a young woman about to get married, or given as a wedding gift. Maybe they were made by hands that were caring for young children. Maybe they were made by a doting mother or grandmother.

However they came into being, they're bits of beauty from a time gone by, and I love them.
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Sunday, May 13, 2012

White Roses For Mother's Day



On Mother's Day in 2001, we laid my mother to rest. She was buried with a corsage of white roses on her jewel-toned blouse. In the south on Mother's Day we wear a red rose if your mother is living, and a white one if your mother has passed. Mother's Day was on the 13th that year, just like today.

I haven't worn a Mother's Day rose since the year before when, through pure happenstance, I was with her. I wore a red rose on my dress to the services at Ohio Valley Church that morning. Little did I know it would be my last chance to wear a red rose.


When I bought my first house a few months after her death, I planted a rose bush in front - a white rose bush.


I will never have reason to wear another Mother's Day rose. My mother is gone, and I am not a mother. But, I'm so glad Mama had one last Mother's Day corsage.

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

The dead have moved on. So should we.

This time of year, when I'm thinking of my mom so much, I'm reminded of this poem, "Finding a Box of Family Letters" by Dana Gioia. It has a line I love:

The dead have moved on. So should we.

Read the entire poem here:  http://www.davidgagne.net/2012/05/03/finding-a-box-of-family-letters/

Of course, this is easier said than done. Mama always said, "Life is for the living." So I try to make sure I'm living every single day.

Greg took this photo of Mama at her 80th birthday party, a little over two years before she died. I'm so glad to have it.



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Friday, May 11, 2012

Blackberries, Signs, Decisions and Mysteries

At 4:32 a.m. on May 11, 2001, my mother passed from this world into the next. It was a Friday that year, too. There has not been a day since that I have not missed her. I am fortunate to be surrounded by some of her things, and I'm grateful to have her lingering energy in my presence.

Yesterday I was in my backyard and found one single ripe blackberry - weeks before it should be ripe. Mama always made a point of picking blackberries for me when I would visit in the summer, because she knew how much I loved them. I picked it by stepping over the wild violets that sprang up in my backyard the first year I lived here and have flourished - wild violets like my mother loved, and transplanted underneath the big maple tree in her yard.

Later in the day I went to a local market and for the first time happened to notice they carry the coconut candy my mother enjoyed. Mama loved coconut - coconut candy, coconut pie, coconut bon bons Sears sold from glass cases when I was young, and fresh coconut when she could get it. Maybe at this time of year in particular I'm just more aware of these reminders, or maybe at this time of year they're just more plentiful. Regardless, I'm thankful for them. I think of her every day without any reminders, but they're nice nonetheless.

Mama did her best to raise me well, but it was not a task she sought. I was one of those accidental pregnancies, more than two decades after her other children were born. She already had grandchildren when she found out she was pregnant with me - not a situation many people seek. I was incredibly lucky to have the benefit of her wisdom that had been gained with age.

I always felt my presence was a burden to her. Who knows how her life might have been different if I hadn't been born. Life offers so many twists and turns. We can't possibly foresee how things will turn out, and how they might have been different but for one small choice.

During the second world war, when my brothers were small, my parents moved to Detroit. Although they lived there only a few years, when Mama spoke of it I could tell it was a good time in her life. What prompted them to go in the first place? Or leave? I don't have all those answers. Their lives would have certainly been different if they'd continued living there. I might not be here. We just never know those things.

We all make a million decisions - large and small - in our lives, that have far-reaching effects. And we are all mysteries, even to those who love us.

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Thursday, May 10, 2012

Augusta Historical Society Tea



The Augusta Historical Society has a tea each year. Last weekend was the 17th annual. I've only been able to go once before, but this year my friend, Jan, and I went. It was a perfectly lovely way to spend an afternoon.



This is one of the simpler teas I've been to, but I really like it. They have the food set up in part of the museum, and the tables are in their log cabin. So, you go in a buffet line, but you get the benefit of being able to choose the food you prefer.



They also have place cards so you don't have the hassle of figuring out where you're going to sit, which is a nice touch.



Each table is decorated differently.






Our favors were the log cabin cookies, which were adorable. And perfect, considering the setting.



I love to go to tea and I need to find some more folks who like to go. There used to be a small number of us who would go to any we could find, but it seems it has become Jan and me. She is amazingly wonderful company, but we'd both like to have more folks so if one of us can't go we have others who want to share the experience. Fortunately, it all worked out this time because we ended up going to tea in Augusta one day and to another tea the following day.



I love the whole tea experience!

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Wednesday, May 09, 2012

God Loves All People - Gay, Black and Unbelieving - And the Christians Who Ignore the Bible



People sometimes use God to justify their personal dislike of one person or another. The God I believe in loves all people. He does not pick and choose like a high school clique gone wrong. He loves black people. He loves gay people. He loves unbelieving people.

I will not accept a Biblical argument or explanation for anything unless that person is living by ALL of the Bible. I've always wondered how the flag-waving, constitution-thumping, conservative Christians reconcile that some of what the Bible teaches is unconstitutional. Personally, I'm anti-slavery, so this isn't an issue for me.

I'm also intelligent enough to understand that the Bible has been translated multiple times, and was written by mere men, and should not be taken literally. But, if you want to use it literally for argument's sake, you must live by all of it, not just the parts you happen to like. If that's not the case, you are being dishonest. I think there are a few words about that in the Bible, too.

The Bible has some wonderful teachings in it. What could possibly be wrong with the Golden Rule? "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" shows up in most cultures and religions in one form or another. It's a basic truth - something we all know inherently - but something we all have trouble doing.

But the Bible teaches much, much more that isn't so clear cut. Only people who are living by ALL of it can use it as a yardstick by which to measure others. It seems like there's something about not judging people, too, but I digress.

If you are a woman who braids your hair and adorns yourself with gold or pearls - or if you lay with such a woman - you have no right to make any argument based on scripture. You are blatantly ignoring it. How dare you presume to use some other part of the Bible to justify your own hatred. Do your own dirty work and leave God out of it.

I am no one's idea of what a "good Christian" should be. But I do know the Bible tells us to be wise. I think it wise to not align myself with any person or group who hides behind God as a way to spread hatred.

That said, I know God loves all his children - even those who have lost their ways. I have certainly been blessed by forgiveness. My own foibles are too numerous to list. I would hope those who are quick to say something is right or wrong based on the Bible will take a moment to consider if they are truly living by all of the Bible before they use some part of it to justify judging another.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Houses in Our Times

I've been doing a little research today - on a house my parents lived in during the 40s, when my brothers were small. It's a house I never lived in, in a city I never lived in, and yet I'm curious about it. I remember my mother talking about a bakery being nearby and smelling the bread cooking, and about my brothers walking down the street to get ice cream.

I had no idea what the address was, but then I remembered a telegram my mother saved from when she lived there. It was a telegram from her sister, Eva, about her son's death. It said, "Donnie is dead. Body will arrive Monday. Funeral Tuesday." Today I went and looked, and sure enough there was an address on the top of the Western Union Telegram.

So, I found the street on Google maps, and zoomed down the street, looking for the correct address. Before I found it, I spotted a bakery. And there, right across the street, are two houses, one of which has the address from the telegram on the front of it.

There's no telling how many people have lived in that house since July 1, 1944, when that telegram arrived. It's a duplex. I wonder which door received that knock. And how many knocks since.

I believe we always leave behind some energy, wherever we may go. So, although there's probably no one in the neighborhood who remembers a young couple with young children who lived there in 1944, something of them lingers.

Maybe that's why it holds a fascination for me although I have no first hand knowledge of it.

These are amazing times in which we live. I can sit in my office in Hutchinson, Kansas and zoom down a street a few states north, to take a look at the house my parents called home, the neighborhood my brothers played in, and the bakery that is still putting out the smell of fresh bread.

Amazing times, indeed.

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Monday, May 07, 2012

Use Me



This admonition to "Use Me" can be read multiple ways. Stitched on a tea towel, I assume it was designed to be a clever kitchen adornment. But, I think it has far deeper meaning. It says, "Use Me," in bright multi-colored thread, and yet the only stains on it are from storage, not use. Why do we deny ourselves the pleasure of enjoying things like this?

We save china until it gets chipped in storage, set back stationery until it yellows with age, and miss the chance to use things like this to brighten our daily lives. At the flea market yesterday I saw a tablecloth and napkins with the tag still on them - never used, but ruined simply by long term storage.

This tea towel represents creativity and hard work. Someone went to the trouble to conceive of it, design it and stitch it. Then folded it carefully and stored it away, without ever using it.

I bought it at the MCC Sale a few weeks ago. It has been washed and now it will be used. I'm not certain if I'll use it in the kitchen or elsewhere, but it will be used.

To not use things deprives them of their purpose. I'm sure that is not the right order of the universe. It also limits us. We don't enjoy them, then discover that while we've been saving them, they've been ruined.

Fortunately, this still has some life in it. And I will enjoy living with it.

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Sunday, May 06, 2012

Questions, questions, questions

Today I had reason to write down some of the questions floating around in my mind. These are geared toward Kansans, about pretty general topics. But I thought it might be interesting for people to see a little peek at a few of the things rattling around in my brain at any given moment. Answers to any of them are most welcome, of course!

These are just the first ones that came to mind this morning. They are not in any particular order - more stream of consciousness. I could have gone on for a few more pages, but I had to get to other things. Is there a job where one can just pose questions all day? Oh yeah... journalist... already been there and done that. 

I do love a good question/discussion topic!

  • How can we create systems that encourage creativity instead of squelching it? Can creativity exist within a system?
  • Is it really a "back to basics" movement if the internet is included?
  • How could Kansas demonstrate it's not homophobic to the rest of the world? Or is it?
  • What do you know for sure? 
  • What motto do you live by?
  • Do you have Rules for Living?
  • The energy we create with words.
  • The energy we create with intention.
  • Is life formed by intention, hard work or just luck?
  • Do you create your life or just roll with what comes your way?
  • We often hear people talk about the value of "hard work" and how that equates to money. Is that really how it works?
  • How are jobs really created? Can we find a new model for that?
  • Why do we not value main street the same way we value a big corporation moving in, who's statistically likely to leave in a very few years?
  • Would Kansas be different if we had 10 minutes of quiet time every morning - at school, work, home - for prayer, meditation, thought or whatever people preferred? A time we all engaged in stillness - however that manifested for the individual?
  • Are there any lessons to be learned from Fred Phelps' group? It's quite extraordinary that a pretty small group is known around the world, has been the catalyst for considerable legislation, and has mobilized other groups. How did they do that? Are there lessons to learn from that?
  • What do travelers expect when they come to Kansas? What do we give them? Are they coming "to" or "through?"
  • Why do we pay less to people who care for our children and our elderly (teachers, CNAs, etc.) than we do to those who entertain us?
  • Why do poets struggle while pop stars flourish? Why do we not value true creativity?
  • How did we create a world where pro-football players make far more than businesses on main street who form the structure of a community? Is that the way we want it? If not, how can we do it differently?
  • What role do events play as a way for people to gather?
  • Social Media Clubs - why would such a thing exist - aren't these people who are already talking to each other?
  • What will retail look like in 20 years? Will we still shop or will we order online and have it shipped? If we have things shipped, why do we need the middle man - the shipper who moves products to the stores, or the FedEx guy who brings it to us? Why not just buy direct from the manufacturer?
  • What businesses will exist in 20 years? Will there be eyeglass stores? Clothing stores?
  • What things cannot be automated or outsourced?
  • How much of creativity is inspiration and how much is just hard work?
  • Can we create a world where everyone has enough? Do we want to?
  • What things of today, or the past, are worth preserving?
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Saturday, May 05, 2012

Happy Cinco de Mayo



Hutchinson, where I live, has a big Cinco de Mayo celebration. Part of today's celebration included a contest of chihuahuas in costumes. I have no idea what this has to do with Cinco de Mayo, but since this holiday is largely an American creation, I'll just roll with it. It's fun, so that's enough.

Amazingly enough, this doggie dressed as a fairy - please note the pink toenails - did not win. I didn't even get photos of the winners. There was such a crowd I couldn't get close enough for photos.



Another thing I learned today, "Lil' bit" is apparently a common name for this breed of dog. The above doggie, as well as another one in the contest, shared that name. Of course, this is completely unscientific, but in this sample of fewer than 20 dogs, two of them had that name. Statistically this seems significant.



I've decided it is enough fun to have dogs dressed up that this should be the norm. Of course, I'm not a dog owner, and therefore wouldn't have to purchase and maintain a doggie wardrobe. Nonetheless, it seems it would add a fun element to daily life.

Think of the themes... holiday clothing, everyday clothing, Sunday best... the possibilities are nearly endless.

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Friday, May 04, 2012

Five Years Later - Greensburg's Lessons



It's the five year anniversary of the Greensburg tornado. I was in Greensburg a few days after it hit to do some stories for a radio show, and saw the destruction first hand. At the time I couldn't imagine anything like it ever happening again. Then the Joplin tornado hit last year.

Prior to Greensburg, I had seen tornado damage, but nothing on that scale. I guess there hadn't been anything on that scale, so there's no way I could have seen it. As I watched people sift through the remains of their material lives, I was reminded of just how tenuous things are for all of us.

People often say, "Things don't matter." And, compared to people we love, of course that's right. But, you and I both know, things do matter. The things we can't replace, the gifts from people we love, the items once held and used by loved ones now gone, the things that hold some of our memory energy. Those things do matter.

In Greensburg, and then in Joplin, I watched people sort through the flotsam and jetsam of life - the brightly colored plastic toys that can easily be replaced and such; but also through the things that do matter - like photos of children playing with those toys. My heart broke for them. I could not put myself in their shoes. I understand it's a choice you don't have when faced with the situation. You simply do what you need to do. And people rise, in ways you can't imagine, to face the challenge.

But I realized something more than that - something that shocked me about myself. I couldn't even put myself in the place of the volunteers. People came from all over the country to help people sort through the remains of their materials lives, to salvage what was possible, to remove what wasn't, to offer comfort. I couldn't put myself there mentally.

I understand this does not make me look like a caring person. But, it is true nonetheless. The strength those volunteers have, much less those affected, is something that doesn't live in me. I admire it in others. I pray I never have to search for it in myself.

I'm so thankful others arrived in Greensburg, Joplin and other cities when needed. They astonish me with their ability to stare down the destruction, to help people start to rebuild lives. People who willingly walk into that pain, and gently lessen it, are gifted with abilities I don't have. Such crises demonstrate the best of our human natures. At least for many people. For some of us, our natures are lacking. We marvel at what others can do as we stand on the sidelines, trying to hold tightly to things we know can slip through our hands at any moment.

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Thursday, May 03, 2012

My Social Media Day

I spent the day in a series of presentations about social media and best practices for using it. Although there's usually very little actual new information for me at such things, it's great to hear how other people define concepts. And, people always have new approaches to things, which they're generally happy to share.

There are folks at these events who are playing on a major field - like Jake, who represents Garmin. They have insight to share because they're experiencing things on a larger scale.

Meeting and connecting with other social media people at these events is always great. This was organized by Social: IRL, which does a fabulous job.

This was designed for non-profits, although there was terrific information for businesses too. Representatives from non-profits could attend for free. Ben, the organizer, really has a good heart, and wanted to give people a chance to come and learn without being limited by budget.

I was shocked at how many people left early. I realize sometimes people have conflicts they just have to work around, but when someone provides an opportunity like this for you, try to take advantage of it. I suppose it's the age-old conundrum, that people don't always value things they don't have to pay for. It's a pity, because this was really wonderful information and an event that would have easily cost $150 to attend.

It was held at the Kansas Humane Society, and some of my fellow attendees took home some new friends. Yes, some kitties and doggies got new homes today. Naomi took home two kittens.

How can you not love that kind of a day?

  

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Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Man Seeks God by Eric Weiner

Tonight was our book club discussion of "Man Seeks God," by Eric Weiner. You may recognize his name from NPR. He was a correspondent for years.

I loved his previous book, "Geography of Bliss." He has such an amazing way of using language.

This book is also wonderful - so well-written you just want to keep reading long after you've finished. He's funny, which is ironic, because his battle with depression is a secondary character in all his work.

In this book he travels to different places to explore various religions after he ends up in the ER and a nurse asks him, "Have you found your God." His ER visit turned out to be a "brush with gas," instead of a heart issue. Nonetheless, that question sent him on a journey spanning continents to find his God.

He explores a multitude of faiths, and devotes a chapter to each. I found something interesting about each. I love to see into other people's brains.
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Monday, April 30, 2012

Kansas Underground Salt Museum Celebrates 5 Years



The Kansas Underground Salt Museum (KUSM) is celebrating five years open tomorrow. It opened the doors May 1, 2007. Tonight they had an event with some of the folks who have made it possible over the years - from board members and volunteers to people who had the vision to make it happen.

The KUSM is a marvel on many levels. In a nutshell, it's the only place in the western hemisphere where you can go 650 feet underground and visit a salt mine. There is nothing about the experience that's not cool. What else needs be said?

But, of course, these things do not happen by accident. Tonight was a recognition of the effort it took to get to this point.



Jay Smith, who was the director of the museum, who spearheaded the effort that resulted in the tourist attraction we have today, was visiting. He spoke and said, "It took courage" on the part of many people to make it happen. In his initial conversations with Underground Vaults and Storage and the mining company he said they told him all the reasons it would be difficult and the reasons not to do it, but they didn't say "no."

Because there was nothing like it, there was no precedent. They used the Space Needle in Seattle as an example, but this was something very different. He said something that kept him going was hearing people talk about visiting the Carey Salt Mine in the sixties. He knew being underground left an impression on people.



This wasn't the first attempt at finding a way to create an attraction like this - the conversation had come up now and then for decades. But, this time it came to fruition.

Smith left Hutchinson before KUSM opened. Linda Schmitt has been the director during the five years it has been open to the public. She told some funny stories about mishaps over the years - nothing major, just minor things - like a tram driver missing a turn the first day and getting a group "lost." What she realized was that none of the visitors were upset. It was just part of the adventure.



Linda summed things up with, "Our main mission will continue to be to share this magnificent, unique, wonderful, underground place. That will be our priority forever."



The program tonight had a timeline of the last five years. One of the challenges was something you might not think about - how to get bathrooms to work. Flushing up, 650 feet, is not something most people need to do. But, there have been flushing toilets underground since August of 2007. And, just recently, the main restrooms near the event center underground have opened. I couldn't resist a photo.



Yes, that's right - there's a salt wall in both the ladies and mens rooms. How can you not love that?

One of the things Linda did that I just loved was bought a train from the Hutchinson Zoo in 2009. Years ago, the salt was moved in the mine on train track, so it's appropriate there be a train underground.

Tonight Greg and I took a ride on the train, which goes through some of the mined out areas.



There's an adage that what goes to the mine, stays in the mine, and you can see evidence of that on this ride. Even the trash stayed down under.



Of course, things change over time. This "trash" is now considered artifacts. Included in this trash pile is a 1953 calendar



Ironically, the trash can found with it was empty.



Of course, you know how I love a train!



You may not know how much Greg loves a train, which is even more than me.



The Kansas Underground Salt Museum is amazingly cool. If you haven't been, come and visit. It's one of two world-class attractions we have in Hutchinson, and I absolutely love it. I look for pretty much any reason to go underground.

I was honored to be invited to attend tonight.

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Read my earlier stories about KUSM:
A story about the museum with great photos Greg took - http://www.blog.patsyterrell.com/2009/04/kansas-underground-salt-museum-in.html

Scientists and 250 Million Year old bacteria - www.blog.patsyterrell.com/2008/06/oldest-living-thing-on-earth.html

Dr. Vreeland at the Dillon Lecture - http://www.blog.patsyterrell.com/2009/04/scientist-dr-russell-vreeland-in.html

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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Cowboy Junkies at Stiefel Theatre in Salina



Last weekend Greg, Wayne and I went to see Cowboy Junkies at the Stiefel Theatre in Salina. It's hard to describe their music, but it's alternative... blues/country/folk/rock and amazing. If you haven't heard them before, take a listen on youtube. Their rendition of Lou Reed's "Sweet Jane," is a fan favorite.



Margo is the lead singer, and her haunting voice has a real impact. She and two of her brothers are in the band. Her brother, Michael, who plays guitar, writes much f their material.



She always sings with flowers on stage that she arranges beforehand. She said in an interview it's a meditation for her, that helps her with stage fright. She also walks out with her cup of tea as an anchor as well.



This Canadian band in incredibly prolific. They record at a tremendous rate compared to most artists.



It was a great evening with great friends and great music.



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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Bits of Beauty and Mysteries of LIfe



Every day has little bits of beauty in it. They're sometimes even brilliant orange and flying around right in front of us.

Yet, somehow we still miss them. It's hard to imagine, but we do.

How this is possible is the true mystery of life.

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Arlo Guthrie at Hutchinson's Fox Theater



Arlo Guthrie was at Hutchinson's Fox Theater tonight. Aside from the music, there was a lot of philosophy mixed in, which I really liked.



He talked about songwriting quite a bit, and used a fabulous metaphor. He said songwriting is a bit like fishing. He just sits and waits for the songs, and they come along. Sometimes he misses ones meant for him because he's doing something other than fishing - he's watching TV or something - and someone else catches them.

What he didn't say, but is understood, is that some bait is involved, too.

I love that metaphor for creative work.



He played four different guitars and a keyboard tonight. His son, Abe, played keyboard throughout the show. His grandson, Krishna, played bass. Long time friend Terry Hall played drums.



Guthrie also talked about how places people visit repeatedly because of what happened there are changed by that - how everyone leaves a little piece of themselves anywhere they go. I agree with that. Every house and place has an energy to it that is created from all that happened there in the past.



I enjoyed the music tonight, but the philosophy even more.


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