Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Kids These Days...

Head on over to The Uncontainable Truth today and read my latest post, in which I ramble on about my confusions pertaining to good parenting versus good music listening. I have never been quite so aware of my selfishness and just how far away I am from parenthood than when I wrote this. Not that I'm surprised, but still. Hope you enjoy and weigh in, whether you're a parent or not!


Friday, August 26, 2011

I like beards. And pinning.

I have found a new obsession in Pinterest. Basically, it's an online platform in which you can "pin" things that interest you (see what they did there?) onto "boards" of your choosing. You see something you like while cruising the blogs? Pin it from your toolbar. Browsing Pinterest and find someone who loves the same silly quote posters as you? Follow them and repin everything from them on to yours. We're talking home design, recipes, fashion... you name it. I can't stop. The organizational freak and daydreamer in me is in hog heaven. 

You can check out my pins here!

Where else would I have found a gem like this? 


Yes, Please. 

In Spite of Ourselves


Dear boyfriend fairy... I would like to meet a wacked out weirdo and lovebug junkie. Please.

In all seriousness, I love this song. It makes me giggle as much as it makes my heart happy. "Won't be nothin' but big ole hearts dancin' in our eyes..." It's a sweet sentiment, no? What more can you ask for, really?

{Lyrics below:}

She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.

He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.

I can't hear the song without thinking about my friends Lindsay and Taylor. Wanna hear a funny story that would only happen somewhere like Nashville? Good. I'll probably muck this up or exaggerate, since it's a psuedo-secondhand story, but here it goes:

So the first time I met Lindsay and Taylor was at a crawfish boil in my friend Laurel's backyard (I think it was actually the first time I met Laurel, too). And they were singing this song as I walked up. Jump forward a year or so, and Taylor decides he wants to try his hand at the open mic night down at Puckett's Grocery in Franklin. And he and Lindsay had big plans to sing a duet. Taylor got all excited, and then Lindsay lost her nerves and backed out at the last minute. Broke his poor little heart. Killed his hopes and dreams. He may have forgiven her by now.

A few months later, he surprised her with this one night... a song he wrote just for her: "Puckett's Song for Lindsay" (aka "The Flake"). You can hear him explain the story. Accompanied by our buddy Drake White on backup vocals and bongo drums. Please excuse any nausea caused by my front porch swingin' while taping:

And Lindsay's "Redemption":


GTs, yall.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

He's back, people.

Ryan Adams is releasing a new album in October. It's like he KNEW that I needed him. And that I needed something to tell my sister to buy me for my birthday.

You can pre-order Ashes and Fire here. You know this gal has requested the LP Deluxe bundle. Do I need Ryan Adams 3D posters and glasses? Why yes, yes I do. 

ashes and fire Pictures, Images and Photos

I think the artwork is just lovely.

And the first single, "Lucky Now," is just as lovely... very Heartbreaker-esque, which makes this heart happy. Listen below. 

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Story of How My Mom Got Banned from Graceland

Thirty-four years ago today, Elvis Presley died at the age of 42 in Memphis. And on that day, my mother's and my grandmother's hearts shattered. Completely. They've never gotten over it. So let me give you a little background...

My Grandma had my mom at 16. (She and Grandaddy were actually married at 15 and 19, per the normal pre-leaving-for-the-Air Force trend of days past... no shotgun wedding for the Pitts family.) So as you can imagine, she and my mom were pretty tight, being just one generation apart. But they shared more than clothes and hairstyles... they had that quintessential icon with baby blue eyes and shaking hips: Elvis Presley. The King was only a few years older than Gma. They collected his records (most of which I have lovingly "borrowed" throughout the years and added to my collection). They saw his movies. They had dolls, tshirts, posters. They were weak in the knees. All that.

Mom and Grandma, sometime in the 70s.
And Mom and Grandma this past December.

In fact, in 1974, during Mom's senior year at Auburn, Grandma and Grandaddy ventured up to meet Mom and see Elvis perform live at the Coliseum. He was on the verge of "Fat Elvis"... and their lives were forever changed.

So here's the good part. Many of you reading this may know my mother. She may be a lot of things, and I imagine there are a lot of things I don't know about her as a college student, teenager, and young adult, but the Donna Sue I know is pretty straight-laced. Plays it safe. Seems always to have been this way. Never partied. Never did much experimenting. Classic good girl child of the 50s who had a strict father that wouldn't let her date boys with long hair. Right? You can imagine my surprise (and delight) when I was told this story several years ago:

Sometime after the show, Mom got the chance to go to Graceland with a fancy friend from Auburn who lived in Memphis. I think there was a private jet involved, but I get the story confused. Lo and behold, they make it to the Motherland. They were yards away from where Elvis slept, ate, and enjoyed whatever it was he was doing that eventually led to his demise. But get this: the Presleys, including King Elvis, are at home. No tours today. Sorry, ladies, go back to the drawing board.

But ohhhh no, Donna Sue Pitts would not have that. She had not made it to Memphis, thisclose to the love of her 22-year-old life, just to be told to move along. No way. So what did she do? She jumped the fence. Made a run for it. Ran as fast as she could with only one goal in sight: Reach That Front Door. This was her moment. And then she gets tackled by a security guard. Asked to leave. Do Not Return. I imagine there was kicking and screaming involved. Epic FAIL.

So if you ever wonder where I come from, there you have it. My mom was a crazy fan who got banned from Graceland. I've asked her a million times, "What exactly were you going to do when you reached the front door?" She just says, "I don't know... I guess I would have just said hey." Yeah right. Mom was going to take out Priscilla. I know it. (Because that's exactly what I would have done.)

Elvis playing Auburn University, March 5, 1974.

RIP, Elvis. I assure you that you are missed.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Happy Anniversary, Nashville!


This week marks two years since my move from Birmingham to Nashville. Those were bittersweet days, when I left my comfortable home where I was surrounded by all of my best friends to embark on a new and exciting adventure to a city I'd fallen in love with. And I can't pretend like life has been perfect since making the move... it's been hard. Making and keeping new friends at my age is a whole different ballgame from the other times, in college and right after, when I was younger and more spritely. The job market, frankly, sucks. And I've met people who don't get me, don't appreciate me, and who have hurt me. I've experienced loneliness and disappointment.

But - I've also been inspired, excited, and plain out blissful. I've worked harder, juggled two jobs, and realized the true satisfaction that comes from doing what it takes to finance the lifestyle you want. I've met some truly wonderful people and have strengthened relationships with friends in town I already knew, but also the friends I left behind. I finally found a church that not only works for me, but that has changed my relationship (in a positive way) with God. I've fallen even more deeply in love with music. How could I not? This is the kind of city music lovers flock to for good reason. And most importantly, I've learned to be thankful. Thankful for good and bad experiences, thankful for family and true friends. And thankful for the ability to know the difference.

Cheers, Nashvegas! It sure has been interesting.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

The Blue Like Jazz Trailer

The first Blue Like Jazz Trailer is here! You can read my previous posts about this book-to-movie and my involvement with it here and here.

Looks like at least one of the scenes I was a part of wasn't cut (1:22, when she raises her arms up). Keeping my fingers crossed!