"she needs lots of love"

Happier Things

I have yet to create a Pandora station that plays French pop music the way I want. No matter how much Serge I put in there, it keeps giving me back lots of '50s American tunes. AccuRadio, however, has a few stations devoted to various subgenres within French Pop: femmes, monsieurs, pre-1960s, and sixties and beyond. So far, the pre-1960s category is perfect for my weird ears.

I don't know how to blog anymore. We link, right? Well, here's the funniest thing I read all night: Makes The Dog Mad. Thanks to the always wonderful Newscoma for that little ditty. She was at this year's Artrageous and I wish I was, too. My only time attending was either in 2000 or 2001. A hotel guest gave me a couple of tickets and my girlfriend and I had a fantastic time supporting the cause and dancing (badly, in my case) to the music.

Thanks again (and again and again) to my mom for generously buying me a car so that I don't have to walk everywhere anymore. Now it's up to me to use this new "mobile device," as Nissan likes to call it, to acquire a second job and bring in a bit more bank for the family. I'm also looking at the Hands On Nashville site a lot more and thinking of ways that I might be able to be better involved in things that help the community. I'm no longer limited to what's in walking distance and that's a very good thing.

I just hope that I can figure out how to make a bit (read: a lot) more money in this world so that I can better provide for those so close to me. Speaking of close to me, here's a pic I like of a kid named Sam.

Shaniya

Forgive the melancholy. Forgive me coupling simple songs to sickening news stories. Usually I don't pay much mind to reports of missing children, but I clicked and read this story and, well, you know. The world can be beautiful and it can be ugly as hell.

Goofing with Picasa

Sibling Dynamic

Duck at Percy Priest

Holley Maher and Pol Buckingham at French Quarter Cafe

I took my hermit self to French Quarter Cafe on Wednesday night to hear the lovely Holley Maher and her band. Man, I miss doing stuff like that on a regular basis. I know her songs from her myspace page and think she's a terrific songwriter. Live, however, there is that magic of watching it all come out for just that one special room of music lovers that cannot be equaled by clicking play at home.

Playing the whole "sounds like" game, I was reminded of a sound somewhere between Aimee Mann and Lily Allen, but heavier on the Aimee Mann.(I just searched for Holley Maher on YouTube and the top clip is her own arrangement of Lily Allen's "Smile.") Give Holley Maher a listen and better yet, support her live shows when you can. Her songs are wonderful.

One delightful surprise from my night out was hearing earlier act Pol Buckingham. This is what I love about Nashville. On a night where the CMAs are being held just across the river with their big ticket artists and high production performances, it's a guy on stage with one guitar and no band around him playing for a $2 cover who absolutely knocks you out and makes it obvious that you're at the best gig in town if you're hearing him sing.

I found myself thinking of John Gorka while hearing his rich and warm voice. I also found myself asking someone for his name. Talent this good you want to learn more about. So I wrote "Pol Buckingham" on a bar napkin and ensured that I'd hear his "2000 Square Feet" and "Afraid" again as soon as I got home. It's great stuff.

My thanks to Holley and Pol for sharing their talent and to French Quarter Cafe for booking them for their awesome, weekly PB&JAM (every Wednesday). Listen to good music for only a $2 cover with two-for-one PBRs, and peanut butter sandwiches for cheap.

On Dirt

Chelsea Hotel

Enjoy a  nice 15-minute video about the Chelsea Hotel. Embedding disabled, but click here to watch.

Natural Habitat

beautiful here

Costumes

I found a bunch of photos on a disc

615 Church Street

Her First Hockey Game

At home, she talks like she loves hockey but when it's on TV she loses interest quickly so we suspect that it's more that she wants to be the girl who likes hockey than she is the girl who likes hockey. The moment of truth came tonight when we were given a couple of free tickets to the Predators game. Um, that hockey talk? It seems that it might be the real deal.

Our first dad-daughter outing in a long time, she was positively giddy riding down the interstate in the back seat. I told her what I knew about the game. (Not much.) She asked me if I was sure I was going the right way because we were going to be late for the game if I wasn't.

Once there, we enjoyed a nice walk from the library parking garage to the Sommet Center. Walking among the many Predators jersey-outfitted fans, my girl remarked, "There sure are a lot of lucky people seeing hockey tonight." We entered the arena and it was like she had been there before. Instead of being a shy kid in a crowd in an unfamiliar place, she was focused and in charge. When I'd slow the pace to look around, she'd pull me forward. "It's already starting, dad."

Still, I wondered just how much of the game she'd enjoy. With it being a school night, we'd be exiting after the first period. Would she last even that long? We entered Section 306 for our seats but I decided to go out and around to the other entrance closer to our seats. Holding her up as I walked away, my back to the ice, my daughter kept her head directed to the action, hungry for any glimpse of the real thing. Finally in our seats, there was no question to her intention to take it all in.

She asked me that very basic question first: "When will they fight?" I quickly texted that to my wife, but was scolded by my little hockey fan. The crowd was clapping and I was not. She called me on it. We cheered together and we chanted "Let's go, Predators" along with the rest of the crowd. Imagine if we sat in Section 303. Some of those chants wouldn't play as well at school for her the next day.

We left at the end of the period and she was giddy the whole way home. I'm still not sure if she'll watch any games on TV, but I think it's my duty as her dad to secure tickets for some more Preds games for her. Thanks to my wife's friend who gave us the tickets tonight and thanks to our friend and blogger, Jane Q. Public, for giving her a really cool Predators t-shirt. We had a perfectly awesome time.