One of the things I DO like about Portland is the trendy neighborhood along NW 23rd Avenue, and my favorite part of that neighborhood is a shop called Moonstruck Chocolate and Cafe. Three chocolate truffle things and a cup of coffee can fend off even the dreariest of Portland days…
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So, I spent a few days up in Portland, Oregon over this past weekend. It was a bit of a “guerrilla strike” – one day of travel, three days there, another day of travel back to Nashville.
The weather was mostly… like this. Which, according to rumor and/or legend, is fairly typical of Portland (and the Pacific Northwest in general) for most of the fall, winter, and spring.
Those of you familiar with my… ummm… unique domestic situation will know why the visit – which is about as much as I’ll say about it here.
She was 17 years old and was fading fast… last time I took her to the vet they told me there was a 70% likelihood she was suffering from liver cancer. It was pretty much downhill from there, and I finally put her down about two weeks ago.
And no, I did not put it all over Facebook etc., but this is my personal space on the web so I’m mentioning it here.
Ann found her at the gas station down the street not long after we moved into our house in 1999. Seems oddly apropos that she’d leave us about the same time as my wife (who moved to Portland, Oregon back in July).
I’m a ‘cat person,’ and Rags was ‘my’ cat. I named her for ‘Rags The Tiger,’ a character in the first animated cartoon series on television, “Crusader Rabbit” – which was created by Jay Ward and was something of a prototype for “Rocky and Bullwinkle.” You have to be old (i.e. my age, 65) to remember “Crusader Rabbit.”
Rags was a cranky, whiny cat. She’d cry for some attention, but when I picked her up to pet her, she’d lie in my arms for about 30 seconds and then start whining again. Hissing was a pretty regular part of her repertoire, too.
I took some photos of her about a year ago… I guess I knew then that she wasn’t going to be with us much longer. It wasn’t until I looked at these photos, just before I took her to the vet, that I realized what a beautiful cat she was.
Just more evidence that everything is permanent only so long as it lasts.
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
… 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.