I want. Her. In my band.
Hey, a girl can dream for her dream band!
For now, I'm still working on getting a voice lesson with Brett Manning.
2.03.2009
2.01.2009
"I'M NOT BASHFULL, I'M FROM NASHVILLE"
Yes, that is the correct pronunciation if you're a local. Well, it's been a busy couple o' days since I got here. I found an apartment after a couple days, and get to move in next week...I'm glad to get that over with...now I'll have to *wince* get a job. Which means first completing the Professional Bartender's Training Manual...hopefully that will buy me a ticket into the Nashville scene of musicians, writers, and (dare I hope) producers, publishers, and entertainment lawyers and such? A girl's got to get in somehow, right?
Friday night, Uncle Jack and I went downtown to Tootsie's and Robert's Western Wear to take in some Country music. I have to admit, the band at Tootsie's really rocked - I never thought I'd have that much fun listening to country music - maybe it was because they did a few classic rock covers...yes...that was it.
Found a perfect little upstairs apartment today, watched Ladykillers - an excellent display of the genius film-making talents of the Cohen brothers Joel and Ethan, and later tonight went down to the Gold Rush Bar in Nashville's Rock Block District. Had a beer and some chicken noodle soup that was awesome. Jack got a Reuben that was delicious and some onion rings - yum yum! I want to go back and play pool there for sure.
WELL - tomorrow, is Super Bowl XLIII (which is 43 for those of you who may be numerically challenged with digits of the Roman kind) and I'm rooting for the Cardinals because they are my boyfriend's favorite team, and otherwise I have no preference. Also their color is red, which is my favorite color, and also Cardinals are badass - have you seen the birds? I used to sit and look at them out the window back in Clarksville when I was about 5 years old. They are rowdy and beautiful, so if the football team with their name upholds to the character of the bird, then they can't be less than fantastic. SO - GO CARDINALS! Let's eat, drink, and waste the day away screaming!
He's VISCIOUS!!!
Love me some Super Bowl...
Friday night, Uncle Jack and I went downtown to Tootsie's and Robert's Western Wear to take in some Country music. I have to admit, the band at Tootsie's really rocked - I never thought I'd have that much fun listening to country music - maybe it was because they did a few classic rock covers...yes...that was it.
Found a perfect little upstairs apartment today, watched Ladykillers - an excellent display of the genius film-making talents of the Cohen brothers Joel and Ethan, and later tonight went down to the Gold Rush Bar in Nashville's Rock Block District. Had a beer and some chicken noodle soup that was awesome. Jack got a Reuben that was delicious and some onion rings - yum yum! I want to go back and play pool there for sure.
WELL - tomorrow, is Super Bowl XLIII (which is 43 for those of you who may be numerically challenged with digits of the Roman kind) and I'm rooting for the Cardinals because they are my boyfriend's favorite team, and otherwise I have no preference. Also their color is red, which is my favorite color, and also Cardinals are badass - have you seen the birds? I used to sit and look at them out the window back in Clarksville when I was about 5 years old. They are rowdy and beautiful, so if the football team with their name upholds to the character of the bird, then they can't be less than fantastic. SO - GO CARDINALS! Let's eat, drink, and waste the day away screaming!
He's VISCIOUS!!!
Love me some Super Bowl...
1.27.2009
Vonnegut Says It Best
Congratulations to me! I have successfully farted away almost a month, and it feels great. It's the longest break I've had from school and work in five years. I can't even begin to explain how recharged and focused I feel after having this time off.
Can you imagine how productive we could be as a society if we just took a little more time to recharge the battery every once in a while? But NOOOOO, we've made it a point to fill every last minute of every last day to the brim - or at least I find myself falling into that trap. So my belated New Year's resolution (since I farted away the month of January, and am only now "starting" the year 2009)...is to spend more time on me so that I don't need a whole month at the end of the year to recover.
I left my guitars in Nashville with a friend, and I'm Jonesing to get busy on some frets. I've never gone this long without playing, but it'll be a good thing. I can't wait to set up shop in a new place and work on some new ideas that I have.
Alright, so I'll be hittin' the road back to Nashville tomorrow, and it's game on when I get there. Let's DO this!
1.05.2009
Whattup, Y'all?! ... I mean, Whattup, everybody?! North Carolina 12.5.08
Whazzup, y'all? I am determined not to adopt (or-readopt, i guess) a southern accent. NO. The Underground Montana Citizenship Code , section 2.7m does NOT allow it.
Well, I've had several people call me and ask if I'm still alive in the past couple days, so I figured I'd better post up and word up and all that so that you ALL know that I am, in fact, alive and intact.
I've just been hiding for a week is all...you see...I'm creepin' around again, staying on an Air Force Base...and I'm technically not allowed to stay here, so I have to keep a low profile, you know what I mean? Any who, I'm here, and alive, and lovin' it.
Oh, and my New Year's Resolution is to make some music that I'm proud of this year and perform it as best I can. Not that I wouldn't be going for that ANYWAY...
Ok, everybody, no more details for you, other than the fact that I've been looking for apartments, jobs, and a bass guitar for myself in Nashville over Craigslist. I'm sure the right things will come to me when the time is right.
Until next time, GO BIG OR GO HOME!!!!
12.31.2008
Wrong Turn.
Well, after 2,200 miles of smooth sailing, I missed my exit yesterday on the way to North Carolina, and wound up in Abingdon, Virginia. I'm so sick of driving, and even though I didn't get TOO far off track, I still added another 50 or so miles to my drive, at least. GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
It's ok though because I get to see my guy tonight for New Years Eve! And the rest of THAT story is for me to know and for you to not know. He he he...
2008's been quite a year! Had a great run with Anna McGary and the Thirsty Three and made it to Nashville - now I just have to see what kind of damage I can do to the establishment here in Music City! Haha - Stay tuned and have a happy New Year! What's YOUR resolution?
2008's been quite a year! Had a great run with Anna McGary and the Thirsty Three and made it to Nashville - now I just have to see what kind of damage I can do to the establishment here in Music City! Haha - Stay tuned and have a happy New Year! What's YOUR resolution?
Birthplaces and Off to the Races!
I left from Mt. Vernon, Illinois this morning to complete the last leg of my journey from Missoula, Montana to Nashville, Tennessee. As I crossed into Tennessee, I crossed the mighty Cumberland River, and drove into Montgomery County, where I was born. 
I didn't get a chance to stop in Clarksville, but I'll make sure to go back on a weekend when I have more time to poke around. A few years ago, Clarksville was hit by a pretty serious tornado, so some of the buildings I'd remember are gone: namely Collin's music store, where Jimi Hendrix bought some of his guitars. The owner had framed a reciept with Jimi's signature on it, but it was tragically lost in the storm. My Dad used to take me to Collin's when I was little, and it's one of my fondest early memories...I remember looking at the big shiny drum kits, and the newly finished guitars hanging up. Not to mention tuning heads, strings, and accessories that I didn't understand. 
I also passed the exit to Dunbar Cave State Park...I remember going there with the family and feeding ducks and whatnot.
Here's the Clarksville water tower:
And soon I was in Music City: 
I hooked up with a friend for a tour of the major areas: The rock block, with venues "The End" and "Exit/In". Broadway street downtown has more country venues, but hosts all kinds of artists. We stopped at Tootsie's for a beer - a Nashville landmark where many Country artists got their start. They have two stages in the bar. Seemed too country for me, but it was cool to go in and see all the autographed pictures on the walls. Then it was a short walk past the Ryman auditorium, and into Gruhn Guitars, which had a remarkable collection, and this was excluding the invitation-only room upstairs that holds unkown gems that produce not only pure tones but the drool of their proprietors. 
After another short drive, we stopped at Corner Music, which reminded me more of Music Villa back in Bozeman.
After seening some of the main points and Nashville, we returned to my host's home for a jam and some quality time with Borat.
Hahaha
I'm excited to explore Nashville further and see what little nooks and crannies I can burrow my way into...Game on, Nashville, game on.
I didn't get a chance to stop in Clarksville, but I'll make sure to go back on a weekend when I have more time to poke around. A few years ago, Clarksville was hit by a pretty serious tornado, so some of the buildings I'd remember are gone: namely Collin's music store, where Jimi Hendrix bought some of his guitars. The owner had framed a reciept with Jimi's signature on it, but it was tragically lost in the storm. My Dad used to take me to Collin's when I was little, and it's one of my fondest early memories...I remember looking at the big shiny drum kits, and the newly finished guitars hanging up. Not to mention tuning heads, strings, and accessories that I didn't understand. 
I also passed the exit to Dunbar Cave State Park...I remember going there with the family and feeding ducks and whatnot.Here's the Clarksville water tower:
And soon I was in Music City: I hooked up with a friend for a tour of the major areas: The rock block, with venues "The End" and "Exit/In". Broadway street downtown has more country venues, but hosts all kinds of artists. We stopped at Tootsie's for a beer - a Nashville landmark where many Country artists got their start. They have two stages in the bar. Seemed too country for me, but it was cool to go in and see all the autographed pictures on the walls. Then it was a short walk past the Ryman auditorium, and into Gruhn Guitars, which had a remarkable collection, and this was excluding the invitation-only room upstairs that holds unkown gems that produce not only pure tones but the drool of their proprietors. After another short drive, we stopped at Corner Music, which reminded me more of Music Villa back in Bozeman.After seening some of the main points and Nashville, we returned to my host's home for a jam and some quality time with Borat.
HahahaI'm excited to explore Nashville further and see what little nooks and crannies I can burrow my way into...Game on, Nashville, game on.
12.28.2008
Crazy Ice and Creeping Where I Should Not Creep.
Today started off monumentally, literally, when just after pulling onto the interstate, I drove under this monstrousity:
This is the Great Platte (pronounced Pla-as in apple, tay- as in tay-) River Road Archway. The arch is huge...note the tractor trailer passing underneath.
The drive continued on, and the second half of Nebraska looked just like the first, so I won't include any pictures.
I was getting bored on the drive, so when the first opportunity for adventure presented itself, naturally I jumped at it. I drove across the Missouri River, but didn't get a good picture at first...
So I was jacked when I saw what I though to be an access road to the river below. In Montana, there are plenty of access roads that lead right down to the river's edge, and they usually have tables or an outhouse or something similar. I assumed that the road I saw just after crossing the bridge would lead me to a similar situation.
I was SO wrong. Here is the road I soon found myself on:
Which turned into THIS:
The road wound around, and I found myself illegally trespassing, but determined to get to the river bank. The road turned to ice, and I hoped that the Subaru would be able to get going again if I parked it. I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to turn around, and would have to back out a 1/2 mile on ice. Finally I came to a turn around - well - it was more of a fire pit where several residents had obviously set up shop during the summer, then abandoned for some warmer part of the U.S. once the weather turned. I'm not gonna lie - the place was creepy. I made sure nobody was around before I got out of the car and squished through the muddy ground to get my picture.
There was ice on the river from the storm system that had just come over - likely the same one that landed me in Hardin just days before. Now the temperature was rising again and all of the ice was melting.
Definately worth it for the photo.
Next I crossed over into Missouri, where EVERYTHING was encased in ice. I don't know HOW this happened, but it was so awesome I had to pull over and get a couple of pictures. It was a breathtaking experience - I felt like I was in some bizzare ice world. This was the first glimpse from afar:
When I got out of the vehicle I was surrounded by the crackling and popping of the melting ice. Some of it fell onto the road nearby and shattered loudly. 
Not only were trees, telephone poles, and things ABOVE ground encapsulated, but everything at ground level as well, so it looked like the ice was growing out of the ground.
Kansas City was easily navigated, and I was lucky enough to catch a shot of these signs as I flew past. I was instantly homesick for Missoula, even though the last sign said "Go Tigers!" instead of "Go Griz!"
St. Louis was a mess and a half to get through, especially since it was after dark, but I made it and stopped for the night over the state line in Mt. Vernon Illinois. Nashville, tomorrow, baby! YEAH! I'm so sick of driving! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa can you say CABIN FEVERRRRRRRRRR???????????????????????
This is the Great Platte (pronounced Pla-as in apple, tay- as in tay-) River Road Archway. The arch is huge...note the tractor trailer passing underneath. The drive continued on, and the second half of Nebraska looked just like the first, so I won't include any pictures.
I was getting bored on the drive, so when the first opportunity for adventure presented itself, naturally I jumped at it. I drove across the Missouri River, but didn't get a good picture at first...
So I was jacked when I saw what I though to be an access road to the river below. In Montana, there are plenty of access roads that lead right down to the river's edge, and they usually have tables or an outhouse or something similar. I assumed that the road I saw just after crossing the bridge would lead me to a similar situation.
I was SO wrong. Here is the road I soon found myself on:
Which turned into THIS:
The road wound around, and I found myself illegally trespassing, but determined to get to the river bank. The road turned to ice, and I hoped that the Subaru would be able to get going again if I parked it. I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to turn around, and would have to back out a 1/2 mile on ice. Finally I came to a turn around - well - it was more of a fire pit where several residents had obviously set up shop during the summer, then abandoned for some warmer part of the U.S. once the weather turned. I'm not gonna lie - the place was creepy. I made sure nobody was around before I got out of the car and squished through the muddy ground to get my picture.
There was ice on the river from the storm system that had just come over - likely the same one that landed me in Hardin just days before. Now the temperature was rising again and all of the ice was melting.Definately worth it for the photo.
Next I crossed over into Missouri, where EVERYTHING was encased in ice. I don't know HOW this happened, but it was so awesome I had to pull over and get a couple of pictures. It was a breathtaking experience - I felt like I was in some bizzare ice world. This was the first glimpse from afar:
When I got out of the vehicle I was surrounded by the crackling and popping of the melting ice. Some of it fell onto the road nearby and shattered loudly. 
Not only were trees, telephone poles, and things ABOVE ground encapsulated, but everything at ground level as well, so it looked like the ice was growing out of the ground.
Kansas City was easily navigated, and I was lucky enough to catch a shot of these signs as I flew past. I was instantly homesick for Missoula, even though the last sign said "Go Tigers!" instead of "Go Griz!"
St. Louis was a mess and a half to get through, especially since it was after dark, but I made it and stopped for the night over the state line in Mt. Vernon Illinois. Nashville, tomorrow, baby! YEAH! I'm so sick of driving! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa can you say CABIN FEVERRRRRRRRRR???????????????????????
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