Posts from the ‘Nashville’ Category

A Reminder

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Note to Self:  Go to Centennial Park more often.

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It’s even funner when you go to Centennial Park and meet new babies.

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Foster’s first night was pretty good.  He wanted to play about 1:30 a.m, which he did.   He is doing SO good on the potty training thing.  I can tell when he has to go poopie because he starts running sideways.  Heh.  He cracks me up when he barks at his little hamburger chew toy thingie. 

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You Oughta Been There

Dig if you will….Does it get much better than the Nashville Bluegrass Band with the Fairfield Four?  Let me think…..NO!

And that, Boys and Girls, is your Feel Good Friday.

Before His Time

Butch Baldassari’s long, valiant fight with cancer ended today.  This is a huge loss for the entire music community in Nashville.  (Go to the link and read Butch’s bio.  Incredible career)

As horrible as it’s been watching Butch’s struggle with brain cancer this last couple years, it has been really wonderful to see his peers rally around him with benefits and other fundraisers

God bless Butch and his family.

Jud Collins

Nashville’s first anchorman,who was known in town as “Mister Television” for many years,  Jud Collins has passed away.

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Christmas Time’s A’Comin’…

It’s that time of the week, y’all….time to letchya hair down and feel good cause it’s Friday.  Even better, because it is the Christmas season, I can put Chrithmuth songs up and it’s all ok.

Now,what I WANT to have as my entry, the fine folks at You Tube won’t allow me to embed it, thus you HAVE to go here and look at it.  You have to.  Just go.  You will be thanking me in a few minutes (and needing new, clean drahs)

Ok…now that I’ve put that there for your viewing pleasure, I’ll embed something else…a little Big Mon for your Feel Good Friday.

Misty Watercolored Memories…Or Something Like That

Call me a whiny baby all you want, but, stories like this make me want to cuss.  Why couldn’t Michael McDonald have done a benefit for the Franklin High School Band back when I were one of them? That’s cause Franklin wasn’t swanky back in the days when Yo Sista cruised the square in the ’79 Grand Am.  (Do the rednecks still sit on the Square on weekend nights and holler at  people as they pass?  Doubt it. Shame)

 The new FHS looks like a stinkin’ country club now.  Please take notice of FHS then…the front of the building.

If I remembered those kids’ names, I’d tell you who they are.  (Oh Chez Bez?  Do you know?) I remember the girls’ faces (and hair) but not their names.
And the front of FHS now…

I bet instead of Lunch Ladies, they’ve got May-truh-dees.  I bet instead of Mr. Hankins and his “coffee” cup, they have a Starbucks.  Betchya they have concierges, too. Gah.
Ironically, this last coupla weeks has seen a frenzy of reunions on Facebook with kids I went to school with, all the way up from elementary school to the FHS days.  We’ve been reminiscing like crazy and trying to put together some meet ups.  Good times indeed.  People like Bailey Leopard (isn’t that a great name?) Tricia Baker, Marni Gruel, Denise Williamson, Yvette Minton, David Rice (who was one of my goodest buddies)…good folks all of them.

I was at my kids’ high school last night and had to stop for a minute and watch the band practice.  They may not have P. Wayne Simpson and his cigarrettes and megaphone hollering “You’re on your own time, People” and making CERTAIN people pick up trash cause they had had enough of that little dweeb, who shall remain nameless, and opened up a Can of Whoop Ass on him.  (I don’t know who that was, but, it weren’t me. HAR)  but high school band practice still sounds the same with the tom-toms and bass drum in the background, flags a’twirling….ah…

Just for grins…

According to Web, this was a 1984 configuration of the award-winning (are they still award winning?) Franklin High School Marching Band.  I was not in it til the next year.  Web is more of a Rainman than I am.

Big Doin’s For The Smiffs

This past Thursday night, I had the wonderful opportunity attend the Source Foundation Awards at the Musicians Hall of Fame. This year was the 6th annual presentation to women who have been a vital source in the success of Music Row and the Nashville Entertainment Industry. 

This year, Source honored Rose Drake,( who I used to wait on years ago at Huff’s Foodtown in Brentwood,) who is the widow of steel guitar god Pete Drake and an amazing businesswoman, who was the brains behind Pete’s record label, publishing, and continues to this day, 20 years after his death doing what she does so well.  I think they said Rose’s first music biz job was taking requests on the Ernest Tubb Record Shop Midnite Jamboree and her compensation was one album a month. 

Helen Farmer was the Director of Special Projects at the CMA for many years.  I hadn’t seen Helen since Fan Fair of 1991, when I was pregnant with the first kid.  Helen and my Dad were close friends and I was pretty tickled to see her and to see her recognized for her contribution.

Reba Hancock was honored posthumously for being the rock behind her brother, Johnny Cash’s business.  Her daughter Kelly was there to accept her Mom’s award.

Another honoree that was quite interesting was Lucy Coldsnow Smith.  Lucy spent 10 years as Marty Robbins’ assistant before moving to Hollywood, becoming a very succesful dialogue editor.  I couldn’t believe I was sitting across from an Academy Award winner.  We are talking BIG TIME. Go look at that link to see the movies she’s worked on. 

Virginia Team was honored for her trailblazing art direction.  Gosh, I’ve seen her name on so many albums.  I used to just study liner notes like crazy, so much so, I recognized the names of the people who have worked for her for many years. 

Oh yeah…there was another distinguished honoree…a certain Mutha In Law of mine
The whole evening was so fun (even Marshall Chapman leaned over to me during the thing and said “I had no idea this would be THIS fun!” heh) and the vibe in the room (although it was hotter than hades) was just sparkly. 

It got even MORE interesting when Jeannie Seeley began to tell about Hazel’s early days in Caswell County, NC and how she moved to Nashville in 1970 (with a 10 year old Mr. Smiff in tow),her days at Hillbilly Central, the days when she worked for Dr. Hook, Ricky Skaggs, the years she wrote for Country Music Magazine and the zillions of other things she’s done…it’s really quite impressive, all the things Hazel has done.   Not bad for a Tobacco Farmer’s daughter.

We were all proud and happy for Hazel through the whole shindig, and we all almost wet our britches when Jeannie announced there was somebody special there to present her her award. Surprised sho nuff we were when His Garthness strolled into the room.   He had some wonderful things to say about Hazel and how much she means to him.  Pretty dang sweet.

After the program was over, there was the obligatory photo ops.

You can see more pichurs over there > at the Flickr.

As we were taking this photo here of my older children (#2 was really unimpressed with the whole thing cause he had his Gameboy with him. Someday, he’s gonna kick himself for that) I told Garth that I had a picture of him holding Baby Tyler at the Opry. He looked at Tyler, who is as tall as he is and probably weighs the same and said “I don’t think we’ll try to duplicate that pose.”

Really…a wonderful night.

Good In ‘Da ‘Hood

I love old church buildings.  I love this one on Gallatin Rd.

I haven’t seen one of these little fellers close up in years.

Nightlife Ain’t No Good Life…

Because we love the nightlife…and love to boogie…on the Disco Rooooooooooo-und…..this is the plan for the evening….

The place…Greenhouse in Green Hills
Time-5:00 (Woulda been later but some people are heavily into Lost)
The Occasion? Just cause.

Be there or be obtuse.

Your Sista will not be partaking in any alcoholic consumption, as entertaining as it usually is when I do, however, I will try to be entertaining stone cold sobah.  I’ve already partook in my allotted two Coronas a year this year.  Now, if there is a Mudslide in the house…..I’m forbidden by law to partake in any Long Island Teas ever again, much to the chagrin of my Shishter.  Hey…I think my Shishter is joining us.  She’s not a blogger (she should be) but we just like hanging out when we can.   

 I’ve even got some of my Baptist friends intrigued as to what it is like when I partake.  Can you believe that?  What kinda Babatists are they anyway???  I didn’t think Baptist bretheren and sisteren partook.  Har.

I didn’t even know this place existed but I appointed Mista Wage in charge of a destination for this little outing cause he is the Man About Town.  (He really is.) And just for fun and nostalgia’s sake….

 

Smug Alert

Always fun and educational when one hangs with his Dryness. I dig his Hah-brid. Dig some heavy conversation betwixt your Sista and McCeemy. **** Disclaimer….the line about wishing I didn’t have kids was totally in jest, homefries.****

Watch for something really amazing in this video.

And just for fun….here’s the real Smug Alert.  I’ve only seen something like two episodes of South Park and this is one of them.  Heh.

 

Shindig At The Hall

 I had my picture made with Emmy once many years ago, but, it didn’t come out.  Finally got one. Wow.

I also snug me a new feller while at the Hall last night…all these years and he’s one I never had my picture made with. 

Dickens and Collie’s go back quite the long way.

  This nice lady came up to me and said “I know who you are”….I got to meet NM!  That was fun.

Patty Griffin and Buddy Miller did “Love Hurts” and just about kilt me.  That’s one of my top ten favorite songs ever and they brung it, as did Guy Clark. 

Oh, and I can’t let it slide that Petah Cooper, in all his glorious, eye-candy-ness…was also there. (He’s chatting here with his Cowboy-ness, Jack Clement. 

The absolute classiest move of the evening occurred when somebody knocked their drink over.  I’m not naming names, but, it was not me.

More pictures on the Flickr….>>

We Have RFD

Sarcastro said we now had RFD in Nashburg.  Woo hoo!  I’ve done recorded me some Porter Wagoner, Pop! Goes the Country (Ralph Emery had him a fuzzy beard back in the old days.  I forgot how he used to look) and the Wilburn Brothers.  The Wilburn Show I saw today was done during the era when I was around Teddy and Doyle a LOT.  It was eery.  Just as I remember those two.  Except in real life, they didn’t wear bright, satin shirts with puffy sleeves.  They didn’t dress like this either when I was around them. But I do remember this album cover, and every other one they had, hanging on Teddy’s den wall. 

It occurs to me now that at the time, I thought everybody’s parents had friends like this.  I’ve said that before, but, it blows my mind now how many legendary, wonderful, eccentric, interesting, creative people I’ve been around.  Doyle was a hoot.  I still can’t believe as sheltered as my parents tried to make things for us, they allowed us to be “babysat” by Doyle, along with his ex-wife, Margie Bowes.  Not so much her babysitting us, cause that happened often, but, there we were, riding in the car with a more-than-slightly-inebriated Opry member.  It makes me giggle to remember now. 

I’m not so much into all the farm stuff they have on RFD but then again, RFD does stand for “Rural Free Delivery” so it has to do with thangs of a rural natchuh. 

Randomness

So, I’m treadmilling it tonight and on the tevee (how cool is it treadmills have their own, individual teeeevees?  God is good)  and I swear, I was so happy to see The Office, I the_office_cage_match_inner.jpgcould’ve just cried right there.  Nevermind they were episodes I had already seen, but, dadgum, I’ve missed them. 

What does it say about me that I can’t wait for next Thursday and a new episode?  What has become of me?

I saw somebody today wearing a blue sock and a black sock.  Nope.  It was not me. 

I’m ashamed to say it, but, I have arrived a little late to the Gillian Welch/David Rawlings party and alls I have to say is…I am in love.  Why didn’t any of you direct me to this sooner?  I mean, yeah…I was aware and had a bit of a ‘tude about them California people trying to do that stuff.  (Never mind California is the state of my birth)  I’m such a snob about Hillbilly Music.  But, here, in front of God and everybody…I repent.  I am so sorry. 

Who is a happy girl since finding out that The Philadelphia Story is going to be playing at the Belcourt April 19-20?  Can you guess?  That would be me. 

Something else I’m looking forward to and excited about is the 1st Annual 5k Run/Walk Beyond The Limits For Autism, which is also April 19 in Hendersonville.   I am there.

And who told me I needed a hobby?

Holy Bubo Virginianus, Batman!

Remember the saga a few weeks back of the baby owl that got kicked out of the nest over there where I work?  Then the Waldens Puddle People came and put the little feller back and everybody was one, big, happy family?

A few of us at work have watched that tree every single day for sightings of Mama and babies.  Here lately, we’ve noticed that Mama hadn’t been around much.  I imagine she’s off hunting for food and stuff for her younguns and such.  Either that or the kids are driving her nuts and she just has to get out oncet in awhile to keep her sanity.   No wait. That’s me.

This is one of those things that makes me realize that I am becoming an older person because I like to watch birds.  I even talk to the things when they come to my birdfeeders.  Just call me “Barbara” why don’tcha? 

Now my Shishter’s mama, Pat, P-A-T Pat….she sings to the little birdies when they come up to her house.  I haven’t done that yet.  I just like birds.  Sue me.

Just about everyday, me, Co-workers Chris and Donna have updated the other on whether or not we’ve seen any action at the Fanciest Owl’s Nest in Tennessee.  We’ve been able to see little heads bobbing around some (they’re in a big ol’ tree). 

I don’t know how many times me and Chris have walked out there looking.  Just yesterday, Chris and I made our trek down the hill and he even had his binoculars. 

chris-birdwatching.jpg  He made the comment that our babies would soon be leaving and I said something brilliant like “Yeah…maybe they’ll write to us…visit” and Chris said “Send us Mother’s Day cards!”  Hee.  It has been fun.

Today, I think the Owl Babies decided they would be cooperative and pose for me.  Wanna see?  Twist my arm….ok. 
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Aren’t they adorable????

Ok…I have to go catch up on my Matlock and Murder She Wrote episodes I’ve got on the dvr.  I keep waiting for a “Jessica and Ben Hook Up And Do The Wild Thang” before they both die.  You know…like the Scooby Doo Movies where they met up with Laurel and Hardy, Sonny & Cher, etc? 

 I keep waiting for them to air the Cass Elliott one.  The one in the “Haunted Candy scooby.jpgFactory.”  How mean that everything about Cass was associated with food??? 

Owls….Birdwatching…Cass Elliott….I think it’s safe to say my pill has done wo’ off today.  Whee. 

Here’s ya some info on owls

Viva Viagra

A couple months back, Mr. S. got called in, with his bandmates, to audition for a Viagra commercial.  Yep…Viva Viagra.  From what I understand, every Bluegrass picker in town was there to audition.  I don’t know how many in all came to audition, but, out of all those that showed up, only one real Bluegrass Dude was chosen. (It was not the Mister…dammit.)

Please go here to see the new Viagra commercial and see if you recognize anybody.

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I think it’s pretty dang swell that Uncle Bobo will make him some nice change on this commercial.  What I DON’T get is why on earth they had to bring in actors to be Bluegrass people.  I’m sorry, but, Bluegrass music’s got some charming dudes who probably would be able to sell some blue pills.   I’d have loved to see any of the Bluegrass guys on that commercial.  Lord knows Bluegrass pickers enjoy the benefits of the stuff…I could name several who could be poster boys for Viagra, but, I won’t cause this is a Christian blog and we don’t gossip here.  Bwahahahahahahahahaha!

**Update-I lied…there are a couple real musicians on there I just didn’t know them.  Kenny Kosek on fiddle and Eric Weissberg, (he was part of that famous “Dueling Banjos” from Deliverance, ya know…I know of Weissberg, but, obviously wouldn’t know him if I ran into him down at the Kmarts.

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