I don’t have the time to write a BIG topic (not that I have one in mind either) so I’ll just make a few comments.
First, we had Rhett Miller at Unplugged at the Grove last week. I am not familiar with his solo music at all and only know the name of the Old ’97s, his band, but not their stuff. But he was one of those artists that I instantly liked from listening to him. I will get his new CD and see if I become a fan. I am already a fan of the person. I must say he was THE NICEST musician I have ever met (although Mark Andes, the bass player for Heart and others, is very close).Â Rhett came by himself to play solo. He was immediately nice to those of us that were there to set up the show, but when I told him that when he came back (after a trip to his hotel) he could just tell the parking guys he had a spot saved and they would let him park close, he went over to introduce himself to the parking guy and thank him for saving a spot. After the show as people would come up for autographs, he introduced himself to each and every one (though they certainly knew who he was). He tipped the watiress nicely for bringing him some food to take back to his hotel with him. It is hard to quantify nice, I’m discovering here, but he was completely unaffected by fame, had no demands, and was not fake in any way. I know fake, believe me, I can do fake, but he was nice. Oh… and he did a couple of quick songs for soundcheck and some of his fans were down front, eager for the show, and one made a request. He didn’t put them off, he did the song right then and there. Nice.
My friend JerryÂ is a disc jockey in Dallas at the ABC Radio Networks where I used to work. He wrote yesterday to say he reads the blog, but cares as much about Austin music as he does about “Dancing with the Stars,” which certainly makes it clear to me! He says he does, however, like the “schmaltz” and he conveniently linked the word schmaltz to the definition, which is chicken fat OR overly sentimental music, art, or writing. I like the schmaltz (not the chicken fat kind) best, too, and will try to include some soon for Jerry and for me.
This rain has been so lovely. I worked in the yard over the weekend and feel like the rain is my reward. I got the grass and plants ready for it and here it comes.
And my friend Jenni amuses me so. At my surprise birthday party, I mentioned the Celebrity Death Beeper. It is a site that catalogs celebrity deaths and notifies you, by email, when a celebrity dies. Apparently Jenni’s family is much like ours.Â We share news like this and are interested when someone of note passes away. She said that in her family they have a long history of saying something like, “Do you remember John Smith, he was on that TV show/had that song/was in that movie…?” and when the other person says, Sure, they remember, they respond, “Well, he died.”Â So in their family, starting a sentence with “Remember ____ ____?” is the immediate indication that someone has died and has become a joke. Soon after our party, I got a text from Jenni with “Remember Dan Seals?”Â Saturday I was out shopping, in JoAnn Fabrics and I got the text “Remember Bea Arthur?”Â Jenni has become my texting Celebrity Death Beeper and she is a lot faster than the site is.
All my new jobs have given me no time for writing here and no time for genealogy and I miss it. It isn’t somethingÂ you can just spend 30 minutes here and there with, it takes some concentration to get into it and research. I hope I can find that time again, soon, but I am feeling the “pressure” of the upcoming Cunningham reunion in August. Just over 3 months to go to “get ready.” I never quite know what I mean by “get ready” because it doesn’t matter. I can go and partake whether I’m ready or not. It’s always fun, it’s always interesting, the food is fabulous, and I love the extended family that I see there. But…. I have visions of books, information, scrapbooks, and pictures to share with everyone.
Okay, enough, I’m already behind on this day, but I appreciate the comments and emails and your checking to see if I have written.