First of all, go to www.missingpiecegroup.com and listen to Waylon Jennings: The music inside. It's a tribute album to Waylon Jennings with various artists and you can listen to the whole thing for free. Shooter Jennings does an inspiring and poignant rendition of Belle of the Ball.
Since I am the media vein, the best radio station in the world is 91.9 WNRN. You can also listen to it online, but it's back East and therefore 3 hours earlier on all the programming than it says in their programming schedule. I highly suggest the Grateful Dead and Friends, which is Saturday morning from 9-11 EST, the Boombox, weeknights from 7-11 EST, and Bluegrass Sunday morning, which is sublime radio, on Sundays from 7-11 EST. I was going to give you the showtimes as Pacific time, but was totally overwhelmed by the math. So you can and should figure it out. Something for everyone, I assure you. I also enjoy the Modern Rock program.
Can you tell I love music, (I play no instruments, and sing like a drunken, overly hair sprayed, highlighted with an at home kit woman in a matching white denim vest and tight jeans at a country bar karaoke extravaganza singing Stand by Your Man for the 7th time in the same night. If you are one of the unfortunates who has not actually witnessed this, it's horrible.) and since moving to Lewiston, the musical part of my soul is crying and withered like a raisin being burned with a magnifying glass by an angry 8 year old boy. The biggest musical event here in the last year has been Rick Springfield, and though I will belt out Jesse's Girl while I'm in the car and it comes on, his work doesn't exactly feed me.
I am still reading Just Kids by Patti Smith, feeling sorry for myself that I don't know anyone who would read it, much less read it slow like I am because I don't want it to end. I can't help but feel that I went completely wrong in not moving into a loft next door to the Chelsea with a closeted homosexual artist, like she did. I'm sure I could have made that happen if I'd taken the chance. It's too late though, such a look does not flatter a 40 year old woman. It would be a tad Mrs. Haversham to me.
At least I've convinced myself I could have been a Rock n Roll poet, had I applied myself.
Holly your description of you as a singer cracks me up. I had to read three times and then read it aloud to my son. I might have oyu beat though for my kids since the time they could talk would beg me to turn off the radio so I wouldn't sing with it. I wish their criticism as they got older improved but since the invention of Ipods I can listen to the radio and sing until I am stopped by a pasing car wanting to know who is in pain and should they call 911.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this I needed the laugh. We should do karokee sometime together I bet we would have standing room only- but as my son says it would be at the exits as they stampede to get out (that was directed towards me only).
Holly you are so funny! Im the same way I cant play any instrument and I cant sing but music is my vice! I love it! I actually find song lyrics and copy and paste them into my status on facebook. Giving credit to the writer of course!
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ReplyDeleteEach time I read one of your post I am left with a smile on my face. Tonight I was also holding my side because I was laughing so hard about the description of you singing.
Thank you.
Till the next one comes along.
You can still be a rock n roll poet. Even if it's from afar.
ReplyDeleteI love 91.9 great station, and I love that you can listen online. The old rock bands of the 70's, 80's will always be the best. I love Zeppeline, Greatfull Dead, Scorpions, etc. And I think you definetely have it in you to be a rock and roll poet. Great stuff
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