https://videopress.com/v/btevJX7c?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true It took several years but I finally made it to a Social Distortion show. Many opportunities to see them did arise through the years, but for one reason or another I was not able to go, including having to miss because my daughter was sick. She is now close to the age I was …
Tag: nostalgia
Live at the Marquee (video)
Enjoy the show! https://videopress.com/v/xGPz31Mg?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true I've had many musical moments at the Tempe Marquee Theatre. Last night's show included several local bands (others not in my video). In video order: Fat Gray Cat (long time friends), The Sintrics Band (fairly new on the Phoenix scene), and Carol Pacey and the Honey Shakers (notable on the Phoenix …
Roam Free
I drank from a water fountain that quenched me as a kid. Much lower to the ground than I remember. (The fountain, not me!) circa late 70s, early 80s... Small hands released warm water gurgles that thirsty mouths slurped up. Impatient voices from the sweaty line behind shouted, “Hurry Up!” We were little squirmy gerbils …
Stalls and Shows
The greater Phoenix area is not short on sunshine or cars. Car shows are popular in Arizona during the "cooler" months. I am not a car person, but I enjoy meeting people and appreciate the work that some people put into restoring and maintaining vintage vehicles. I am a fan of VWs. Volkstock is a …
Easter Eggs and a Glossy Train (personal narrative)
Easter brings an early sunrise, reflection, time outdoors, and dinner with my family. Sometimes we place flowers at the cemetery and sometimes I get to hug two adorable great nieces. Even more rare are drives to the Pacific Coast during the Easter weekend. However the holiday weekend unfolds, it is peaceful. Easter hasn't always been …
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Wish Upon a Star
Some little girls dream about becoming a princess or a famous actress. I am sure I did the same, at least once, but grander than any of those fleeting fantasies were my dreams of writing for people like Johnny Carson and for shows like Saturday Night Live. ✍🏻 What a funny little girl I was. …
Music, Movement, and a Mosh Pit (video & verse)
A slightly stoopid poem Walking the same road taken when heading to my first show. A sneaky teen, I was, but my choices were void of malicious intent. I was just a loyal follower, drawn to his rhythm, his lyrics, and his British accent. Solitary confinement was my due punishment. I am all grown up …
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Here’s (not) looking at you kid
A plan hatched, ready to be executed… (might be my fate after this night) Shimmy and pry the window, shut tight. Shhhh, quiet. Push flowerpot aside, then slip through the small crack. Carefully. Don’t break the glass! Slide window and flowerpot back. Feet and spirit ready to run away from confinement and toward fun. I …
Ding-Dong, Let’s Dance!
Seven nights of this! It has been fun and reminiscent, but I am tired! I need to rest. Every night, for a straight seven, the same routine – as soon as I fall asleep, the doorbell rings. A faint ding-dong redirects the plot of my sleeping dream. In the dark and in my current dream …
Candy Apple Red
There she goes bumping down the road wrapped in candy apple red Silverado short bed windows down, music up blond lift held with Aqua Net Nice truck! more than one said not talking wheels, I suspect She complements her spring birth month bull strength and stubbornness She’s no bull in a china shop though with …
My Inspired Life 