Category - Digest
Seems like as good a day as any to start a new job.
Yes, I have a day job now.
I was hired by Apple to work in their Green Hills… well, they don’t want to call it a “store” any more. So I just work at “Apple Green Hills.
Please come by and say hello. I will be happy to direct you to the people who can resolve your issue (it ain’t me, babe…)
I went to one of the last regular-season games at the Nashville Sounds new ballpark last week.
I always park well outside the periphery of the park grounds, in a lot at the corner of Charlotte and 10th. From there it’s a 10-minute walk to the entrance to the ball park.
That gives me a chance to wander through the Bicentennial Park. The setting sun was shining on the Carillon…
FYI, I spent the last week of September up in Portland, Oregon.
My wife lives there now.
Read into that whatever you will.
Then explain it to me.
If you have to live in Portland, I suppose having an establishment that calls itself a “chocolate cafe” could be worthwhile fringe benefit…
#portland #pdx #oregon #coffee #chocolate #blog
I’ve always been reluctant to fly Southwest, because I don’t like to go near an airplane unless I can get an aisle seat and Southwest doesn’t allow seat selection.
But now that I may be flying back and forth to Portland OR a lot, I’m starting to work their system. I’ve got the “Rapid Rewards” credit card, and with their “Early Bird” boarding pass feature – which only adds $15 to each route – I’m pretty well guaranteed that aisle seat.
So: @SouthwestAir. The fares are lower, the frequent flyer program more generous and reasonable, and they don’t charge extra for checked luggage – so there is no scrum for overhead space. This one was nearly empty.
… but when has that ever stopped me?
File this one under the hashtag: #OnlyInNashville:
I went to the Ryman Auditorium last night for the “Guy Clark Celebration” – a tribute concert for one of Nashville’s most revered songwriters, who went on to the great writing room in the sky back in May.
The tone for the evening was set early on by host Vince Gill, who promised “three hours of music an no shitty songs.”
And no shitty singers, either. I’ve been going to stellar shows in Nashville for more than 20 years now, but this was a lineup like you’ll never see again.
How’s this for name dropping: Jerry Jeff Walker, Vince Gill, Terry Allen, Shawn Camp, Verlon Thompson, Sam Bush, Bobby Bare, Emmylou Harris, Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings, Joe Ely, Steve Earle, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Robert Earl Keen, Ricky Skaggs and Sharon White, Chris and Morgane Stapleton, Rodney Crowell, Lyle Lovett, Gary Nicholson, Delbert McClinton, Radney Foster and Bill Lloyd.. (thanks to Jim Moran for posting the cast of characters on Facebook).
You really can’t see ’em, but that’s who all is in the photo at the top of the post.
As I posted myself last night “I don’t need to go to any more concerts this year, I’ve already seen everybody…”
The Ryman was insistent throughout the evening that there were to be absolutely no photos of the show. Every time somebody in the audience pulled out a cell phone, an usher showed up to point an admonishing finger at them.
But when that stellar ensemble gathered on the stage for the last two songs, there was no way I was not gonna record that moment.
I got out of my seat (near the back of the upper deck, aka “The Confederate Gallery”) and went to the very back of the venue, got my iPhone out, discretely got it ready, and then brought it up to eye level and grabbed the ONE shot above.
Then the photo-Nazi usher ran up to me and said “No photos!”
And I said, “OK…” and went back to my seat.
If you were not fortunate enough to be present for last night’s tribute concert, consider going over to iTunes and investing in the tribute album that Tamara Saviano put together back in 2011, “This One’s For Him: A Tribute to Guy Clark” – which includes performances by a lot of the artists who appeared last night. Or if you still believe in plastic delivery, you can get the CD at Amazon (it does not appear that the collection is available thru Spotify).
Then listen to it and give yourself a master class in songwriting.
The Oracle of Facebookistan has reminded me that this week is Woodstock Anniversary Week. It’s some odd anniversary, like 47.
I have already composed and posted my recollections and reflections on the subject.
This is an excerpt from a book (or maybe it’s a one-man show?) that I was working on earlier this year. I kinda hit a wall with it, and then life happened. I’ll get back to it one of these days…
That’s the first of three installments, just follow the links at the bottom of each to get to the next.