Just Another Way To Show My Love For Rod Stewart

Sometimes the wrong turns out just right.

I walked into the yoga studio, and after saying hello, the instructor informs me that class might be cancelled today.  Instantly, I felt a little down.  I had picked out a new place, woke up early, and drove 30 minutes to do a hot power class, and now I was being told it probably wasn’t going to happen.  I knew I should have picked a different studio!  Since I was early I decided to wait around a bit.  I searched Google to see if there were any other studios in the area.  Nothing close by.  The instructor then informed me that she was just a substitute and wasn’t even prepared to teach a hot vinyasa class.  I sunk a little bit lower, but I was still going to wait until 9 am to see if anyone else would arrive.  Just then, three more people showed up and class was back on!  I ended up practicing for free and got to take a mat home with me.  The studio was going to take a bunch of left-behind mats to Salvation Army, and the instructor offered one to me.  What a morning!  And, to top things off, an organic grocery store/deli/juice bar appeared on a map just minutes up the road!

With juice in hand and Rod Stewart’s new album, “Time”, on the stereo I was ready for the rest of my day.  With a little patience what could have been a disastrous morning took a turn for the best and put a smile on my face.

It’s only wrong when you decide it’s wrong, when you give up on making it right.

Rod

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Writing a Blog Post

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Since I have been working a lot lately, doing things that most of you don’t and shouldn’t care about, I have decided to share an artist that I am currently obsessed with. I haven’t checked to see if he is on Instagram yet, but it’s getting there.

This is Father John Misty and his song, “Writing a Novel”. He is singing in the woods. The only thing better than that is signing naked in the woods.  Damn hippies!  Who said that?

If you dig this like I do also check out:

Father John Misty – Tee Pees 1-12

and

Father John Misty – Well, You Can Do It Without Me

Hello My Old Heart

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Hello My Old Heart

By The Oh Hello’s

hello, my old heart
how have you been?
are you still there inside my chest?
I’ve been so worried
you’ve been so still
barely beating at all

oh, don’t leave me here alone
don’t tell me that we’ve grown for having loved a little while
oh, I don’t want to be alone
I want to find a home and I want to share it with you

hello, my old heart
it’s been so long
since I’ve given you away
and every day I add another stone
to the walls I built around you
to keep you safe

hello, my old heart
how have you been?
how is it, being locked away?
don’t you worry
in there, you’re safe
and it’s true you’ll never beat, but you’ll never break

because nothing lasts forever
some things aren’t meant to be
but you’ll never find the answers
until you set your old heart free

This is a beautiful song. Although, I don’t completely agree with some of the lyrics, I still find beauty in message, cords, and harmonies. The song sings, “Nothing lasts forever,” but my disagreement lies in that statement. Love has been around for quite some time. When a person dies his/her love is passed on to others. Who knows how old the love in my beating heart really is? My mother passed it on to me, my grandmother to her, my great grandmother to her, you get the picture. As long as we keep our hearts open to others that love will be around, shall we say, forever. Take down those stones my friends.

12.31.12 – Snow Globe Day 3

It’s the last day of 2012!  Snow Globe was a sold out festival on day 3.  I met even more cool people and got to spend NYE listening and dancing to live music!  Laidback Luke was by far my favorite act of the weekend.  He killed it.  Every single person in the crowd was dancing.  The clock struck midnight and sounds of happiness exploded – fireworks, yelling, hugging, Chromeo, jumping up and down, noise makers, happy people.  Here is a video recap of Day 3 at Snow Globe 2012!

South Lake Tahoe is only a couple miles away from the California/Nevada boarder.  When the bars and clubs close in Tahoe people crawl to the state line and cross into Nevada where I’m convinced the party never stops.  I went to three different clubs, a couple underground basement types (which are my favorite) and danced until I couldn’t dance anymore.  Tired and sweaty, I started my walk back to California at 7 AM as the sun was starting to change the color of the sky.  I left a party that was still going strong.  The room was packed, the music was flowing, and people were dancing.

Happy New Year to everyone out there!  I hope your celebration was as fulfilling as mine :-)

12.30.12 – Day 2 Snow Globe Festival

Here are today’s Snow Globe photos :-)

Robert DeLong started things out.  I quite like him.  Check out “Global Concepts” at this LINK!

Robert DeLongLazers (err lights) during MiMOSA.

LaZersA friend dropped off glowing things.

GlowThis is what happens to your water when it is 8 degrees F outside!

Frozen

 

12.29.12 – Snow Globe

What a magical place.  I was sent to the Snow Globe Music Festival, a festival that I have never heard of before a month ago.  It is full of beautiful people, awesome music, pretty lights, good vibes, and of course, snow.  It is easy to make friends in this place.  Smooth Productionz lent us some headphones so we could enjoy the silent disco from anywhere in the festival.  Thank you guys!  The girls we have working with us this weekend are awesome, the coordinators of the festival are really nice, the people working in VIP are really nice, local business owners are great, everyone is awesome, even the furry party goers.  Everyone wants to have a good time and that’s what they are doing :-)

Teepee!Snow GlobeLights

Silent Disco

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12.26.12 – Que Sera Sera

Today I was reminded of a song that my mom used to sing to me when I was little.  This is a memory I remember on my own, no photographs, videos, nor stories told by other family members.  This memory is just me and my mom.  The song is called “Que Sera Sera” by Doris Day.  Click on the song title to hear the song.

Que sera sera, whatever will be will be, the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera

To this day, my mom is the smartest woman I have ever known.  I just wish she was still here to give me words of advice and sing her sweet songs.

12.10.12 – Out Behind The Barn

I finally got to visit the Ryman Auditorium for the Grand Ole Opry.  I enjoyed a wonderful show from a church pew.  Although this was not a religious experience for me I still had a smile on my face the entire time.  I didn’t know what to expect, but I had a great seat where I could see everything.  People were encouraged to sing along and run up to the stage to take photos of their favorite performers.  I went to see Randy Houser, but I was treated to a bunch of other acts.  Little Jimmy Dickens, who will be turning 92-years old on the 19th of this month, performed and made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt.  The man is under 5 feet tall and walked out on stage in a rhinestone studded suit!  He was cracking jokes in between songs that even had his band members laughing.  Did I mention that he is almost 92?!  He is still up on stage playing music.  What a grand ole guy!  If you are ever in Nashville spend a night at the Opry.  It’s worth it :-)

SAMSUNG Jimmy Dickens

12.8.12 – You Look So Much Better When You Smile

You look so much better when you oh oh oh

You look so much better when you smile, so smile.

It doesn’t matter if you believe in the holy ghost or not or if you don’t like gospel music, this song still applies to you.  Try listening to it without smiling.  It simply cannot be done.  You will most likely find yourself singing along.  Listen to the lyrics.  Everyone has been down, maybe about to give up, but instead, you look up.  You smile :-)

12.5.12 – Trouble on the 50 Yard Line

It was around 10 pm.  Mike was hopping in a taxi.  Jon and I looked at each other and decided to give the night and downtown one last chance.  We walked into a corner bar where a was band playing all my favorite old and new country hits.  This singer also happened to be adorable.  The whiskey oranges appeared and disappeared as the night wore on in loud singing, twirling, and air rock band shenanigans.  Jon left me with my new friends, Chad and Stephen Bartholomew Westington the 3rd.  Before we knew it, the clock struck 2 am and the bar was pushing us out of it’s doors.  In fact all the other bars seemed to be doing the same thing.  Not wanting the night to end we decided to pick up some beer and make use of the heated pool at my hotel.  As it turns out this heated pool was not heated so we focused our efforts to the next best thing: the stadium behind us.

Ever drink a beer on the 50 yard line at 4 am?  This was our new goal, but first we had to find a way in.  This task was easier than expected.  Every fence has a crack.  You just need to squeeze to fit and make sure the beers will reach the other side safely.  We were in.  The 50 yard line was in site.  RUN!  There are times in life where you have to run.  The urge takes over and puts your legs in motion.  You have no choice but to give in to this brief instance of pure freedom.  You mind is free from thought.  You don’t think about security men, where cameras are placed in the building, badly needing a haircut, if you will see these new friends after tonight.  You just run.  And it’s beautiful.  After a drink on the middle of the football field the explorer urge kicked in and dragged us up the stairs.  We needed to get to the top.  There we would find a ledge to sit and let our feet fly over the entire stadium.

Sitting up there, drink in my hand, looking over a field I would probably never see in the daylight, I fell in love.  I was in love with the moment, with the night, with my new friends, with my life.  I still feel it right now as I sit here smiling at the thought of it.  The sun was rising and it was time to go.  I said goodbye to Chad and Stephen Bartholomew Westington the 3rd and fell into bed at 8 am with the sweet melody of Ray LaMontange swimming in my head.

And to think, I almost got in a cab ten hours ago…