Friday, April 30, 2010

Thursday, April 29, 2010


Oh my heart, indeed.

Chris Feinstein & Brad Pemberton 
photo by Neal Casal (via Chris Feinstein Memorial)

From A View of Other Windows 

Brad: I’ve known Chris and his family so long that I’m an honorary Feinstein. A good friend of ours said we share the same heartbeat. Twenty-plus years of friendship has made us mind reader. We often crack each other up on stage because we’ll play some rhythm pattern we’ve never played before at the same time - total ESP. Providing a solid floor for Ryan, Neal and Jon to dance is our job, but we manage to pick our moments too. Being able to make an entire audience move to your pulse is a powerful thing. Chris is also one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, and there is no shortage of laughs when he is in the room.

Reblogged the shared sentiment from one of my favorite fellow Ryan & MFC obsessors:

[30-Day Challenge} Day 09 - Come on baby, say you will

Day 09 - A song that you can dance to

This one is a no-brainer. Came straight to my mind. Not only CAN I dance to this song, but at the end of every wedding reception when it's played... if I'm within hearing distance, or a 5-mile radius, I'm inexplicably compelled to bust out the moves. There's no stopping it. No matter how full of cake I am, or how tired, or if my feet are bleeding from whatever poor footwear decision I made... I'm gonna get my butt up and dance.

Also "Shakedown on 9th Street" by Ryan Adams & the Cards. The title speaks for itself.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

[30-Day Song Challenge] Day 8 - Hold Me Close Young Tony Danza

Day 8 - A Song you know all the words to

"Tiny Dancer" by Elton John

This popped immediately into my mind, not only because of course I know all of the words and it's one of my favorite songs to sing along to (everyone remember that bus scene in Almost Famous where they all remember they love each other again... all because of singing this song together?), but also because it has resulted in some of my favorite misheard lyrics of all time. See below. Also, in addition to Phoebe, a friend of mine from high school thought the words were "Hold me close, I'm trying to dance... uhhhhhh." Yes, "uhhhhh" were part of the lyrics.

The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool.

I watched Almost Famous over the weekend for the first time in a long time. Love this movie. Always have loved it, and I figured I might get a lot more out of it since I'm now immersed in the glamorous music culture here in Nashville. It's funny, however, that this is the part that struck me the most. I wish someone had given me this advice YEARS ago.

Lester Bangs: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.
William Miller: Well, it was fun.
Lester Bangs: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool.
William Miller: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't.
Lester Bangs: That's because we're uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don't have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter.
William Miller: I can really see that now.
Lester Bangs: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love... and let's face it, you got a big head start.
William Miller: I'm glad you were home.
Lester Bangs: I'm always home. I'm uncool.
William Miller: Me too!
Lester Bangs: The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool.
William Miller: I feel better.
Lester Bangs: My advice to you. I know you think those guys are your friends. You wanna be a true friend to them? Be honest, and unmerciful.

you're always mine

Love this performance. Perfect voices.

November 27, 2008 — Ryan Adams and The Cardinals, BBC4 Sessions Summer 2007

Monday, April 26, 2010

[Insert the title of your favorite Praise Song here] Or, Why I love Sundays.

Yesterday was a great day.

It was one of those Sundays that make the weekend feel complete. In fact, Sundays are easily becoming my favorite day of the week.

Yesterday I slept in and went to the 11:30 service with my sister and a friend at Crosspoint Community Church, where I've been attending for the past few months. Let me tell you a bit about my experience with this church. I was raised Southern Baptist and later converted to Methodist. And with half of my family being Catholic, I have an appreciation for tradition/custom and strict doctrines. Plus I love a good choir. So you can imagine that when my friend Jill invited me to attend Crosspoint, a nondenominational community church complete with high-tech audio/visual effects and a rock band, I was more than hesitant. I kept picturing some guy going "Dude Jesus Rocks!" before starting a round of praise songs. Which actually wasn't completely off-base... My first experience left me feeling reminiscent of the Youth Group praise services at the Baptist Church I attended so frequently in middle and early high school. Surely many of you who were active in church, especially here in the South, know that feeling. It's a good one.

Sidenote/Off Track Thought - In fact, I often feel that I owe my love of worship to the members of the Heritage Baptist Church Youth Group and our leader Bill Page. My memories of singing praise songs and truly feeling that sense of Christian community are all centered on my experiences in that trailer behind the church. It was then that I remember first feeling accepted and loved by people who barely knew me (at the time). I had always been fearful of walking to the front of the church and making my "profession of faith," as is required by the Baptist Church to begin the process concluding with being dunked in front of the congregation. And it was during this time of my life that I first felt God working in me, moving through me, and I was compelled to do so. This was the year I was officially baptized at the age of 15. This was over 12 years ago, and I cherish these memories and am everso grateful for this time in my life.

But I still was more interested in joining a traditional church, though I hadn't found one here in Nashville that drew me in. And Jill kept talking about Crosspoint, singing the praises of the music and "Pastor Pete", which I thought sounded so silly... until I truly paid attention. And I'm so glad I did, because every time I attend this church, I feel like the message was written just for me. And being here in Nashville, a city filled to the brim with talented and passionate musicians, it is not your average church rock band up front. Nor are the AV effects cheesy. Every time I attend, I can feel God working through the people there. I feel Him in the music and I see Him on the stage in the videos and lights. I plan to become a member of the church soon.

The current sermon series is extremely poignant, centered on how to deal and trust God when life doesn't exactly turn out how you'd planned. As Queen Control Freak and Head Planner, you can imagine that this is a lesson much needed. He asks, "what would you do, how would you react/respond if you KNEW in every moment, during every crisis, through every heartbreak, that God were right there with you and was in control of the situation?" This thought has left me pondering for a while now. If you're interested and not here in Nashville, I highly recommend you listen to the podcasts or watch videos from the sermons (available on i-tunes). They are quite good at keeping this updated and I often listen to them as I exercise. 

And Pete (Wilson) has also written a book on the subject, which I'm reading and thoroughly enjoying at the moment. I'm intrigued by this young pastor. He seems to have his whole life in place: he's funny and charismatic, looking more like a young youth minister that all the girls would have a crush on than lead pastor, with a beautiful wife and three adorable boys, and a growing church centered on a very successful ministry on his part. Yet he is humble, openly admitting his faults and his struggles with faith. This makes him even more real and believable as someone to preach the Word. Expect to hear much more on this subject later.

SO... after church, my sister and I went grocery shopping and then attempted (with the help of others) to cook a new pasta dish I had seen on the Pioneer Woman (Ree Drummond)'s blog earlier in the week and had craved since. (If you love to cook and have never read her blog or checked out her recipes, consider this your wakeup call.) We tried substituting meat from a rotisserie chicken instead of cooking raw chicken, which gave the dish a much too "chickenry" taste. But other than that, we were quite pleased!

Next, Charlsie and I dug into another project, this one from Darby Stickler's blog (another one that you should be ashamed to miss if you have any interest in cooking, faith, and looking at pictures of an adorable family). We attempted homemade strawberry fruit roll-ups... which were not quite a success. I tried to take pictures during the process, but Cha chastised me for trying to be like Ree and Darby, but with a much less fancy camera... which was correct... so there is no photo evidence of the roll-ups. We aren't sure what went wrong, maybe it was our gas oven with it's always-not-quite-right temperatures, but after 6 hours in the oven, one rack was seriously overcooked while one was getting there. But they're edible! And we had leftover strawberries with which we made my favorite delicacy: chocolate-covered strawberries!

Then we sat on the porch, enjoyed beautiful weather while drinking a beer or two, and laughed with our friends. It was a good day.

Day 7 - The timing, and structure...

Day 7 - A song that reminds you of an event

Blink 182 - "Dammit"

I will never hear this song and not think about the day that I met John Melton. Or at least the day that we became friends. I realize this seems more fitting for the "A song that reminds you of someone" post, but I consider the moment I met John and consequently the rest of the boys who would be my neighbors and truly good friends during my sophomore year of college, an event. We had just moved in and walked next door, where John was sitting in a lawn chair in his back yard, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer like all good college boys do. And we bonded that day. I remember him telling me about his sisters and how he was constantly surrounded by women, that he knew all about makeup and fashion. And this song was playing, and I was a bit of a prude at the time, and hadn't quite grasped my love of a good cuss word like all good college boys and girls do, and I remember how he blatantly sung the "Did you hear... he f***ed her" part louder... and I laughed and thought he was just so cool. Not necessarily because of the cussing, but just because he kinda was.

And that began what would be my favorite year of college. The year I did the most cliche college things. Drank the most beer, stayed up the latest, participated in things like homemade backyard slip-n-slides, last-minute lake trips, water park outings, had rave parties in our living rooms, downhill office chair races... Or at least the year I did these things for the first time. I could write books about that year and about all the boys and girls of Northpointe.

(These were our neighbors... Daniel, John, and Jason... in all their glory.
In their defense, the popped collars were a joke. I think.)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

[30-Day Song Challenge] Day 6 - Half Awake

Day 6 - A song that reminds you of Somewhere

The National - "Fake Empire"

I heard The National (Boxer) for the first time in my friend Ryan's car, as we were driving around Blue Ridge, Ga., after spending the day tubing down the Toccoa River. Ryan is a horrific driver, and I was scared for my life, but I also remember taking in the scenery and as cheesy as it sounds, feeling like we were on an adventure. It was one of those perfect summer days in North Georgia. Blue skies, green mountains, a bit of a breeze. We were sunburned and exhausted and water-logged... but happy. You know that feeling? Anyway, Boxer was playing in the background, and I remember "Fake Empire" coming on. The slow-build drums just got me. The whole album is great, and I'm looking forward to their new album coming out in a few weeks. Anyway, whenever I listen to any of their songs, I think of Blue Ridge and the cabins my friends and I have rented for white water rafting trips. Good times.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

If I get murdered in the city

I just love this.And I love his blue eyes. (Lord knows a man with a beard will get me anytime.)

Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.

Is that beautiful, or what?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

My Newest Purchase

Sorry for the lacking in updates this week... we're gearing up for a big event here at work, so I'm a busy little bee these days. Song Challenge entries are  on their way, among many other things, but for now... a preview of my latest purchase:

Yep - that's the Reebok Simply Tone, which through the use of foam pods on the bottom, uses "micro-instability" to tone your legs and butt more when you walk. You all have probably seen ads like below for the Reebok Easy Tone, and these are essentially a second generation model with foam pads instead of plastic balls (which apparently were apt to perforate easily), and at a bit lower cost ($80 vs. $100). I'm considering a second pair in black strictly for my waitressing gig, but I'm going to give these a whirl for my walks first. So we'll see... maybe my boobs will be jealous soon. (Yeah right.) See below.

Friday, April 2, 2010

[30-Day Song Challenge] Day 5 - Can you dig it?

Day 5 - A Song That Reminds You of Someone

I have such a significant relationship with music, and I share this relationship with so many of my friends and family. Which makes this one difficult for me. I could more easily name you a song to go along with every person significant in my life than to actually just think of one song to remind me of just one of them.

But I think I know just the song. Gonna mix it up a little with...

"Whoomp There It Is" by Tag Team

(Don't you love that this is a video taped from MTVJams?) Oh I went there. 1993, baby. And though I'll admit I don't exactly hear Tag Team on the radio often, whenever the iPod is on shuffle and I hear the glorious words of intro (PARTY PEEEEPULLLLLLL) to this 90s masterpiece...  I can't help but think of Laura (with me in the very fitting of us picture below), who I'd known a good six or seven years before the song was released. (Well, as much as a 5-year-old can truly "know" someone.) Regardless, it was not until 1998, when we had just turned 16 and gotten our own cars and the freedom to dance within them... while driving around "The Circle" in our hometown... that we discovered "The Hairdryer." And "The Lipstick." And a very literally translated dance move to the "Can you dig it? We can dig it!" part of the song. Again, while 16-year-old-driving. And yes, 11 years later, we still rock the same moves. To even worse songs. Nothing epitomizes our relationship better than some whoomp shacka lacka. (Oh yeah, we can dig it.)