Little White Deer
November 26, 2005
I have no recollection, now, of what all I did that Saturday, the day after my performance with Rain. But, that evening, Kong came to pick me up and we went to dinner at this funky all leather high backed chairs Mafia-oso type of restaurant (5 Nickels in a Pond? Five Quarters? I can’t remember the name)…whoo! The food was par excellance! I’m sure that’s spelled wrong, but you know what i’m trying to say. YUMOLA. And Kong was dressed all spiffy nice, and then it was time to get another taxi and head to the show….Bonnie Raitt and Mya Sharp.
A thrill to be back in the hall I had performed in with Nanci. There is such a zen thing that happens when you can be on both sides of a performance….this theatre is decorated in splendid gold and exquisite iron/plaster works, with gianormous chandeliers hanging from the decorated ceiling. Ah. Memories….
The show was perfect. Mya’s band was tight, she was having a super time; Bonnie came out, playing slide and singing on one of her songs, early on. Then, later, during Bonnie’s set, Mya came out playing her sax…her BARITONE sax, heavy and golden and it totally rocked…I didn’t see it as two women playing, I saw it as a stage full of talented folks doing their thing. It’s so ludicrous how folks are still carved up into “women” musicians….What’s with THAT?!
Afterwards, I saw Rosie Flores, and we chatted and all went backstage to hang out with the band and I had a SCOTCH…Ughhhhhhhhhhghghgh….I thought I was being handed a glass of wine and took a swig and FIRE! My throat was on FIRE! But, then, as I was having a lovely, amicable and quite hysterical time with George Marinelli and another funny dude, we ended up finishing the drink and it was smooth and mellow and we were all smiles…playing word games, laughing ourselves silly. Lydia Hutchinson (Performing Songwriter) was there, too….she has the best mystery about herself!
Back at the hotel, Kong, Lydia and I sat in the lobby and chatted with anyone who came over and sat beside us. Around 3 in the morning, there was a broo-ha-ha with one of the RockrGrl acts….an older woman who is married to one of the guys in Blue Oyster Cult…oh, yes, Debbie Frost, I think that’s her name…she came over and started berating our new dear friend, Cindy….and I mean, this woman was MEAN! She was pissed off and pointing fingers in faces and she and her black leather/silver chained crew with frazzled hair were rather ugly with their tone. I was itching to hop off the sofa and put my two cents in, but Lydia was wise and put her hand on my thigh and said, “Don’t do it.” Plus, who am I kidding? I was sitting there with Kong, who could have gingerly picked up Ms. Frost’s entire crew and deposited them on the street with just a twist of his little finger. Cindy was calm and didn’t give an inch….She stood between the band and a stage hand they were yelling at, and I was amazed out how she didn’t let it ruin her evening when all was said and done. I think it had to do with the fact that almost immediately after the confrontation, a woman from Africa glided by in gold brocade with a large turban a-top her head….she was a vision, a ghost, a reminder, a smile. We all said “Ooh…” when she appeared out of no where and then, just as quickly, disappeared without a trace. That’s rock-n-roll for you. No need for explanations!
Next morning, I was tired and emotional. I was feeling all this connectedness…downstairs, over breakfast, Rain’s cousin and I got into it over “Farenheit 9-1-1” and I decided to just ask her what it was about the movie that upset her because our dear waitress, Oil, just kept me smiling and I didn’t want to end the weekend in a spat over Michael Moore. I stopped to give Oil a parting hug, and her tiny body slipped right into mine, her hug so sincere, so strong for someone only 4’11”… and she kept saying, “I love you! I miss you! I miss you! I miss you now!” And I was telling her I’d miss her, too, and then I ran upstairs and brought her back my cd (and Rain’s) and as I handed them to her, her eyes flew up with disbelief: “These for me?” And I was nodding yes when she grabbed me and hugged me further and said,
“Oh, my God! My God! I love you! I miss you! I pray for you! I pray for you now! Thank you, thank you for these gifts! I love you!”
And I was getting all choked up with her sincerity…it was so refreshingly REAL and honest and I was telling her I loved her back and I gave her my address and told her she was always welcome in our home in Texas and she was so excited, holding my one hand as I wrote with the other. Wow. Love in abundance!
I cried on the shoulder of Rockrgrl’s founding publisher, I hugged Gilli Moon with big, wet tears; I felt such a connection with all these women, as if I was leaving the Red Tent and heading back into the desert. That sounds dramatic and I don’t care. The plane ride home, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t read. I just stared out the window, and when we had the layover in Las Vegas, I had to switch planes, and I thought, “There is so much noise in the world…and no one hears it.” After four days of hearing beauty, I was astounded by how much chaos an airport can contain….combined with the slot machines and food court, it was enough for me to pick up a paper and submerge myself in world travel, to leave the noise behind and find myself somewhere far, far away. Back on the wings of a dream….
My friend, Trulin, sent a photograph of an albino baby deer. A friend of hers had picked it up in their headlights at night and brought it home. Only 1 in 1 million of these creatures is allegedly ever born, and the chances of their making it in the wild are slim. This woman’s children had named the baby “Powder”. The pink of it’s eyes and nose was sugar-sweet, and the milky fur didn’t even look real, almost transparent. Where will it end up in this noisy world? Hopefully in a place of peace and refuge….Hopefully, recognized for it’s beauty, it’s sacredness….
Ah, I am so wiped from Thanksgiving and the chill of the Chuy’s parade this morning (my family and I rode on the KB Homes float!)….I’m not sure what I’m saying anymore so I should just stop.
Stopping now. Will send pictures soon.
PS… Hi, Kathy Carr and family! Great to see you on the street…you had excellent seats!
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At the Granada
November 22, 2005
this is jesse jackson. he is an honorable, loyal and honest human being. he has a very big heart and loves music.
i have known jesse since 1984, when i met him at my band esta chica’s show in dallas at TANGO. i made him dance with me. he later became president of my fan club! his wife, linda, and son, chris, are excellent people, too. they are the best sort of family you could hope to aspire to….
so, thank you, jackson family. i feel honored to have grown with you over the span of 22 years!!! whoo! i’ll have to share some sort of trophy with you at 25 years for walking through the music with me!!!
and here’s young chris to make the family complete!
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A Christmas Affair
November 21, 2005
she was a DOLL! her dad, robert, took the pic…
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How To Use A Laundrymat
November 19, 2005
I know this is an interruption to my Rockrgrl Conference. Please forgive me for interrupting myself mid-flow.
Me: Should we talk about WHY we are interrupting the Rockrgrl Conference stories?
Me, Again: Yes, I think others should understand what happened…
Me: There are so many people who think it means someone is dirty…
Me, Again: Well, that’s just foolishness. We have a very clean house…although, I must say, there are a lot of crayons and
drawings strewn everywhere. What’s with that?
Me: As if you don’t know! Stop being coy. Ok, then I’m going to talk about it…
Me, Again: (Big sucking in of air, hands up, spooky eyeballs wide and staring…)
Me: Cut that out!
Me, Again: Ok, ok.
Me: One of our children had lice yesterday.
Me, Again: Oh…..you’ve done it now….
Me: Hey! Whose side are you on?!
Me, Again: Kidding…chill out!
Me: Yes, we had a call from the school, and several kids in the class had lice, and….after all these years of making it lice free through pre-school and on, here we are….we finally got them….
Me, Again: So, that’s how you ended up at the laundrymat?
Me: Well, you were there! Would you give up the drama, already?
Me, Again: Well, it makes for good reading when you are talking to yourself….
Me: That’s true…Anyway…so, yes, I brought our baby home and, at first, I couldn’t see ANYTHING….so, I called the school to say, “Nope, she’s clear and free!” and then I gave her a nice bath and washed her hair (washing and washing….) and then, as I was blow-drying her soft hair, I saw one….ICK!!! I couldn’t believe how CRUEL they look….they have PINCERS!!!
Me, Again: Ooh…What?! Pincers? What are these creatures? How disgusting!
Me: You know it….I was very calm, but I was so mad inside that these little bugs were THERE. So, I’m cleaning hair and ask Teresa to stay with our loved one while I rush to the store to get the Lice Rid stuff and the metal comb and then back home and start laundry madness….And the teacher calls with the BEST advice (I told her she gave good lice advice…ha ha!) And there was my sweet pea, PRAYING for the lice that were dead, and I thought to myself….
Me, again: Yes?
Me: I thought, “Isn’t that beautiful….here are these yucky bugs….and my child isn’t freaking out or grossed out about it, she’s praying to God for the little dead bugs…!” It totally changed the way I saw these bugs. They weren’t bad. They were just doing their thing and it is a huge inconvenience, but there is beauty in everything. There is some purpose….even if it was just for me to be reminded that all life is sacred through my daughter’s wisdom.
Me, again: And they have Famous Amos cookies at the laundrymat.
Me: Yes, that was something else I learned while I was there.
Me, again: And what else…? Come on….
Me: And that my husband is fabulous because he got home from work and we did laundry on a night when we were supposed to have a hot date with friends and he NEVER once said anything about it….he just jumped right in and we cleaned the house
and loved our child and that is the best date of all…..simply being.
Me, again: Simply being in a clean house makes it EXTRA super, though, doesn’t it?
Me: You know, I think I like how you think.
Me, again: Ha ha. I knew you were going to say that!
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I Still Haven’t Introduced You to Oil, But She Will Arrive
November 15, 2005
So, Rain and I get dressed, grab a taxi, and head off to the Broadway Performance Hall. The air is cold and wet, and Rain pulls my suitcase full of cds as I carry the two Takemine guitars (have I mentioned how much I love Takemine lately? Well, I do.)
We enter this beautiful, old red brick building to be greeted by….no one…no one anywhere. Not at the box office, not down the halls, not in the locked office behind the box office. You can see where this is going…
“Helllooooooooooo! Where are you? We’re here!” I’m hollering out to white washed hallways and a metal gate that obstucts our entrance to the theatre. You know, it is so much fun to be LOUD in empty halls!
Finally, a woman named Natasha appears. She has Rockrgrl credentials. She takes us backstage. A wide, open, tall ceilinged room with sofas and too much bright light. The only thing to drink is some water at the bottom of an empty flower vase. No, I don’t drink it. But I was thirsty!
I’m not going to go on here about what happened at sound check. You know, sometimes things flow and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes people are considerate, and sometimes they are rude. ALWAYS, though, it is how you respond to what you PERCEIVE to be happening. So, was I a diva, you ask? No. Was I certain in my beliefs as I was seeing them? Yes. Did I respond appropriately and with conviction? Yes. Did we finally get the sound check an hour and a half after we were supposed to sound check? Yes. And here is where I would like to thank Susan and Natasha for being our comrades in arms. Thank you.
Downstairs, as we waited for the events to unfold, I met the Seattle Women’s Jazz Orchestra. I think they were a 20 piece ensemble….and they had on nice, sparkly black, although the sax player was sporting these cool pants with the sidestripes in velvet and she had a cleanly shaved head! Wow! Anyhoo, we struck up a conversation because Carolyn, the executive director, said some nice things about my music and I said what a shame I hadn’t sent charts up for us to work together…she sparkled and said, “Well, we’d love to have you sit in…do you know “Fly Me To the Moon” ?” What!? Was I jazzed ! (Yes, that was intended!)
What key, I asked. Just right, I said. Before you know it, I”m out on the stage for ANOTHER soundcheck (of which I will also not report upon) singing and wailing away to the big band swing of the SWJO!!! Yes, baby, I was Frankie all the way!!! Spitting and growling and crooning and throwing notes away like no body’s business. And now we are talking about making that dream of mine a reality: a Christmas big swing album with little ol’ you know who leading the vocal vibe!!! YESH!!!
On to dinner with Rain and her super-duper husband, Mr. Bill, and a quick chat on color blind mountain climbing and all the dangers associated with said climbing, we rushed back to the hall….
I jump out on the second to last song with the orchestra…After this delightful performance came to pass, out came Rain.
I must say, playing guitar for someone else is THE BEST!!! I loved it! I love reading charts! I love my guitar (which is a Takemine, did I mention that? Love my Takemine.) I loved playing slow, I loved feeling and delivering the dynamics to surround Rain’s beautiful voice with the orchestra of my six strings. I love Rain’s songs! What’s not to love? The sound was very nice (but let’s not mention soundcheck EVER AGAIN), and the audience ate her up! Super. A super time by all.
Next on the bill: moi! So, basically, I walked off stage, turned around and walked back out to jam by myself. Had a swell time. Kicked out my shredder technique; stunned myself with my right hand (I’ve had some carpal tunnel the last year, so I have had to take it easy on the guitar)…my hand would NOT STOP strumming, so I basically held on for the ride. I was moaning like Keith Jarrett or Tori Amos…and as the crowd exploded in their very kind way, I left the stage, body shaking from the energy. I literally was shaking in my friend Kong’s arms. Whoo! That was some energy, I tell you what.
Right now, I can’t remember what happened after that. Where did I go? What did we do? I will have to ask Rain…oh, wait! I remember now! Yes, yes! We went downstairs and Rain’s husband greeted us and he said beautiful things to his beautiful wife of her beautiful voice and then he turned to me and with mucho gusto delared, “That f***ing rocked!!!” A smile spread across my face and my shaking stopped. Ah.
Then we all went back to the hotel with Shawna and her son, Travis, her husband, Mike, and their friend, James (what a sparkle he has!) Travis insisted I sign my name on his belly with a sharpie. James told fun stories. Mike liked the song for my mother. He was very sweet in his comments. Thank you, Mike. Shawna took pictures of all of us. Kong looked quite stunning all dressed up. I had always seen him on tour, out with his bands, in comfy working clothes, and here he was: black slacks, shining shoes, dress socks (!!!), creased, sharp shirt. Looking good! I liked the gold earring, too. I like the pirate look on men when it is subtle. (Those glass tubes through the nose have got to go, people.)
Thank you, Kong! Thank you, Shawna! Thank you, audience! Thank you Seattle Women’s Jazz Orchestra! Thank you stage hands! Thank you, Rockrgrl! Thank you, Shawna’s family! Thank you, Bill, for dinner! Thank you, Rain, for allowing me to
play guitar with you! Thank you, taxi cab driver! Thank you, Seattle weather! Thank you thank you.
Next entry: Just what went on at the Bonnie Raitt show on Saturday? and dinner with Kong at the supper club!
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Meeting Oil, Hearing Rain
November 14, 2005
“The Impossible Will Take A Little While…a citizen’s guide to hope in a time of fear”, compiled by Paul Rogat Loeb. This is an incredible collection of writings including Desmond Tutu, Alice Walker, Howard Zinn, Jim Hightower, Pablo Neruda. I strongly encourage you to check it out. Read what other eloquent voices are saying around the world. Feel inspired.
I’m also reading:
“Count Your Blessings—-The Healing Power of Gratitude and Love” by Dr. John F. Demartini.
So, now, back to our regularly scheduled missive of keeping you, and myself, up to date.
THE ROCKRGRL CONVENTION
I got up at 5:00 last Thursday, dressed in the dark, and waited on the taxi (see last entry). Off to the airport and three long flights.
I reach Seattle and get down to the baggage claim; my flight is early, and my friend, Shawna, hasn’t arrived yet. The bags are taking awhile, and as I sit and scope out the surroundings, I hear a man across the way cheerily bombarding passerby with “Helloooooos!” and “God bless you!”
I walk around the empty baggage carousel to see who is making such a joyful noise, and it is a tall, good looking man of about 40ish years. He is standing behind a desk, obviously promoting something. I walk over and announce, “Well, you’re a friendly chap! Mind if I hang with you while I”m waiting on my bags?”
Oh, his smile expands! How he laughs! Yes, he is clapping with delight! He has been behind this desk, which is official (he points out proudly that the airport lets him collect dollars legally for this women and children’s shelter), and I smile and reassure him I had no doubt. I pop in my remaining ten dollars in the box and notice his name is Jeff.
“Chef Jeff!” he declares.
Then, he points to a framed pic of himself in a white chef’s hat, white chef’s jacket, his big teeth beaming from in front of a late 90’s Christmas tree. (I know you are wondering how I deciphered what year the tree is….my secret.) I hold the photograph
and ask him what his specialty is…and, so, our friendship blossoms over the course of the next twenty minutes. Before long, Chef Jeff and I are singing Motown songs at the top of our lungs, he is banging his hands on the desk, the trash can, while I keep a counter rhythm on the big, plastic cash box.
Finally, my guitars/bags arrive, I schlep them over, I hug Jeff goodbye. He asks for something to remember me by, so I give him one of those photographs with my website info and I sign something special, just for the chef. My friends have arrived, I leave with a step in my heart.
The next day, I see my friend, Lydia Hutchinson, the publisher of Performing Songwriter magazine, and she tells me,
“Well, I just left the airport where somebody named Chef Jeff was singing the praises of Sara Hickman!” I had to laugh.
Next panel I’m on, I’ll encourage all the newbies to hang with the friendliest guys at the airport, to sing along, and leave
a glossy…..you just never know! Who knew? Ah, life is sweet.
So, back to Thursday….a fantastic journey in the van with Shawna and her three amazing children. Travis, who is 15, wants to join the Marines and has a sweatshirt with the declaration MARINES boldly printed across the front. Austin is 17; he’s laying in back, and is playing a game on a Gameboy. (Austin is the boy who sang my theme song, the hidden track on “Two Kinds of Laughter” back before their family moved up here to Seattle.) And there is little Cheyenne, two or three years old, bright blue eyes like a baby owl, curious, sleepy, sucking on her pacifier, tucked safely in her car seat. Shawna looks beautiful, still youthful and blonde with a big grin and smooth skin. She stops at a coffee shop on the way to the hotel, and I have an iced coffee with caramel whip. Ooh, it was tasty! (A local vendor, not Starbucks, by the way…)
The conversation is vast…I remember we covered anime, how if you wear pink your friends ask if you are gay (Austin sports pink shoelaces and Travis has a chicken hat. I have no idea, but now you know about the chicken hat, too), about backflips (which Austin later demonstrates for me in the hotel lobby), about girls. It was a delightful ride. I love watching connected families in action. Watching disconnected families is painful; I have to care for my heart when I hear or see it. I have to say a silent prayer.
There was a girl on the plane…..
We get to the hotel…..My friends leave, I head upstairs. Rain arrives, and she looks fresh and clear. I feel my heart jump with happiness! Rain is one of those rare souls that you love the minute you set eyes on her! Just super. Soon, I meet Kari Estren (who will be rooming with me and Rain) and Julie Christenson (singer/songwriter/back up vocalist for Leonard Cohen) and Karen Hammack (the pianist).
Rain has graciously arranged for me to accompany her downstairs to the Patti Smith awards banquet. Oh, it is a blast! I see women I haven’t seen in years….some musicians, some in publicity or marketing…a few in radio and booking…The mingling is uplifting and remembering how and when we worked together, the telling of stories, the reliving of community….terrific! Dinner is served, and I am laughing with Cindy Payne, the promoter I had met years back when I played the Backstage, and now she is setting up all the backline for the conference (for two hundred acts!) and Gene Stout, a handsome, witty writer for the Seattle Post Intelligencer.
We have some wine with our meal; Rain has moved over to another table to be with Julie, who could not find an empty seat at ours. Gene, Cindy and I are on a tear. The food is good. The conversation is fluxuating between ridiculous and serious.
I love the banter!
Patti Smith is preceeded by Carla DeSantis, publisher of Rockrgrl Magazine and founder of the event, and Sandy (Patti’s lifelong long winded friend and producer) and Lenny Kaye. They all speak lovingly of this amazing woman, and finally, Johnette Napolitano (Concrete Blonde) ties it all up before handing the mic to Patti. There is not enough space here to describe how touching, self-deprecating, wise and wonderful Patti’s words to us all were, but I was feeling really lucky to be in the room. I had always thought of Patti through the memory of watching Gilda Radner’s imitation on Saturday NIght Live, so I expected lots of ranting, screaming and posing. That was not the case at all. Total opposite. Ms. Smith was poised and even enjoyed receiving her “little award”. As I type that, I can see how that looks as if she is demeaning what she received, but not in the least. She said it with sincere appreciation.
After she spoke, she and Lenny got out their acoustics and treated us all to three songs. I tell you what, it was a terrific opener to a four day work-n-holiday for me.
Afterwards, we piled up to the hotel room and finished the wine, laughing and joking and being content to have found other journeywomen. I think I went to bed around 2:30 (4:30 my time).
The next day: My heart is pounding, not because of the terrific huevos rancheros I downed at breakfast which are clogging my arteries, but because in just a few minutes the door will open and Ann Wilson and Bonnie Raitt will be walking in and sitting twenty feet next to me. I love Ann Wilson…she and Nancy are two of the reasons I started, and continue, to play guitar with such a longing. I’d seen both Bonnie and Ann live in performance, but never sat in a room to hear them chew the fat. And none of us in attendance were disappointed, although the list of questions contained some goofy material. Ann ribbed Bonnie that the one thing she hated female reporters to ask her was this,
“How long does it take you to get ready to perform?” The entire audience groaned in understanding.
Then, as Ann and Bonnie got to number 4 on the list of pre-printed questions, there it was. But, then, they actually gave hilarious responses, after we all settled down from laughing at the cosmic joke. (Ann said when she first started, it took her about
an hour to get ready, but in the 80’s, she and Nancy took about an hour and a half because of all the heavy make-up and strung up hair…Pause…as if she’s thinking…..Now, she states, it takes me about fifteen minutes cuz I don’t really care!)
Bonnie was frisky and started off the whole conversation with, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, do you?” to Ann, and then questioned why there was only one mic to share, but, I have to say, it worked out for the best, watching them share one mic, bouncing responses off of one another. Answering the audiences questions was great. Bonnie talked about her favorite artists (both she and Ann love Lucinda)…And, then, before you know it, they are gone, whisked out the back door they had been brought through. So different from the way Patti hung around, signing autographs, casually sitting and smiling and nodding her head. She wasn’t in any rush. Like a little guru, happy in the sunshine. I, personally, prefer the opportunity to be with another human….I understand that not everyone can do this due to the weight of expectations by fans, but maybe if fans could chill a little, the artists would hang around longer. There is nothing weirder than giving all you can on stage and then having that one fan who goes on and on and on when the performer is already pretty tired….And the fact that that fan dominates the time that could be shared with all the other folks waiting. So, I understand why most artists leave. I feel honored to be able to “feel” both sides of the gate: on and off the stage.
The day was full of panels. I checked out each one, but I would get bored since I know what is being discussed, and finally went up to take a nap before my show. I dreamed of white light surrounding me, and the red of maple leaves, and I could hear a voice, a soothing voice, caressing my heart. I was sleepy-eyed when I awoke, and forced myself to change clothes and get ready for the leaving, out into the cold air, off to a sound check with Rain.
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Rockrgirls Rock the Rock!!!
November 10, 2005
I found out I am going to get back stage to meet Bonnie Raitt and I am beside myself with glee. I get to play guitar for Rain Perry’s set (right before mine at 9 pm at the Broadway Performance Hall)…I love that I was asked to play an entire set of JUST GUITAR for someone else!!! It was fun learning all of someone else’s material, and Rain is a brilliant lyricist/songsmith….I’m tickled the same color as my boa down the hall….(that is almost a double entendre if you think about my last entry…except he’s green and my real boa is not green)
And I get to play with my friend, Kong, the dearest friend a guitar totin’ girl could ever wish to have. He’s smart, he’s kind, he can sail you across treetops in an air balloon, which he did years ago on my journey to Portland…Come to think of it, I was about around 5:00 am for that event, too…
I hope to see some of you there. I hope to dole out BIG HUGS (just like a Teletubby but I don’t speak gibberish…ok, some of you are questioning that…hey!) and HAPPY KISSES and may my voice be in top form and most of all, as my dear grandmother , Martha, used to tell me, “No matter what anyone says, always sing so people can understand the words. They want to understand…”
HERE IS MY LOVE LIST FOR TODAY (this is a new thing I am just making up because LOVE IS GOOD!!!)
1) PBS…does anything compare to the genius and in-depthness of PBSness? No, it does not…
2) oops, gotta go…Taxi just pulled up. TAXI’S ROCK!!!
More love later….Sending eternal joy
Sara
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Jeff Goldblum Lives Here, But the Care Bears Do Not
November 09, 2005
He crawls around my neck, tucking the tip of his tail into my shirt, and glides up into my hair and just nestles there. Sometimes part of him curls around my ear. He is strong, and does not like sudden movements or loud noises (also known as children.) So, I’ve been training everyone not to freak the snake. The girls both enjoy holding him as much as me. The other day on the sofa, Lance was letting him crawl across his chest. Gosh! We are happy he has found a home with us. I’d like to thank Emmaline’s dad for such a thoughtful gift!
You may wonder why I named the snake “Jeff Goldblum”. Isn’t it obvious? I love him, too! I have purposefully NEVER seen “Mr. Frost” because I don’t want to see Jeff as the devil. I like him as the smarty-pants sexy smart oddball that he is. I realize my snake looks, nor acts, nothing like Mr. Jeff. I don’t care! The name popped into my head and I’m not messing with it.
I have to say, we were looking for a snake that did not eat mice. Our two mice, Dot and Yo-Yo, are quite relieved our quest panned out.
I did a Care Bears event at the mall on Saturday. But where were the bears? I read and read Care Bear books (the word “books” is questionable) and ad libbed my way to laughter and interaction with the kids. That part was fun! Not having anything to drink, having a giant Care Bear poster continually falling down behind me and having no PA was interesting, but you know, ya wing it.
The one bear who took the time to show up from the clouds was Funshine Bear. That makes sense! He didn’t want to miss out on the fun. I never knew so much about the care bears until I read these books and wore the tee-shirt I was politely asked to wear…which didn’t go at all with what I was wearing, but you know, a new nightshirt for me with pictures of cute bears! I am a happy woman!….There is Bedtime Bear, and Lucky Bear, and Sushi Bear and Teacup Bear and Booze Bear and Pookie Bear
and Say No to Proposition 2 Bear and Bushie Bear and Barbara Bear and Corporate Bear and Fuzzy Wuzzy Bear and
Radioactive Green Bear…why, the list is so long! They have a bear for everything! Oh, and I forgot Money Bear.
I had my picture taken sitting on Funshine Bear’s lap, but I don’t know that the corporate office will be sending that picture, should they happen to read this blog now.
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Guitar Auction to benefit Komen Foundation
November 08, 2005
Recently, I helped paint a guitar, which will be auctioned to raise money for the Komen Foundation (breast cancer research.) They are set to go up on an online auction and will be promoted on Clear Channel Radio stations, KVET and Channel 102.3 ending in conjunction with Austin’s Race for the Cure on November 6th. Bid high, bid often! Let’s hope the guitars raise some money and awareness! Click here to join in the auction.
Once again, thank you for all your support.
Rock on,
Sara
UPDATE! The auction has been extended to November 20! Bid today!
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Whether you've learned about Sara Hickman through her music, her family, her causes, or her films, you know that her originality, creativity, and enthusiasm bring a fresh meaning to the well-worn phrase "living life to the fullest."
What makes Sara tick? What has she been up to since she first hit the ground running (well, at least crawling in the early years)?
Read a complete bio at sarahickman.com.
Visit Start the Dialogue
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Press Coverage
KUT's Austin Music Minute
Jupiter Index interview
Motherlode Reviews
Sara heads the Austin Chronicle Fortunate 500 Music List once again!
Here's the 2006 list.
Listen and vote for Sara on the American Idol Underground, featuring on-demand streams of popular artists like Sara!
Check out this cool map showing where Sara fans are across the nation -- and add yourself to the map!
Motherlode
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Faithful Heart
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Big Kid
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Featuring "Look At Me" as heard on American Idol!
I Am Going On A Journey: the DVD
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