date night
July 30, 2006

lance and i went to see "nobelity" tonight...the documentary by local legend turk pipkin.

he interviewed 10 nobel prize winners...economists, environmentalists, chemists, mathmaticians, etc....on their thoughts on what to do on how to save our world

check it out when you get a chance...

i applaud all the people on this planet speaking out and making change simply by voicing their thoughts, ideas, dreams and visions through film, music, dance, poetry and theatre. it takes courage and determination....and turk visualized a thought by putting it into a visual we can all glean from.

then we went to book people (to support a local vendor), where we sat on velvet sofa on the second floor and talked....

then to the green muse for a late night decaf au lait and iced decaf mocha...to read the paper and just chill...

and now we are home and, yes, i am tired.

thanks to all the friends who encouraged me during the blogathon!

xox
sara

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kristin brushes her teeth

and then i will brush my teeth
and you will brush your teeth...

and the diplomats around the world will brush their teeth
and, perhaps, today....today will be the day the politicians of the world will come clean
and brighten more than their smiles
they will wake up and say to themselves,
"hmm....today i will use my super powers only for JUSTICE, for the common GOOD,
for the betterment of all HUMAN KIND"

and they will not know why
but for the wish of one young woman in the western half of the sphere
brushing her teeth
and prayerfully believing
that hearts can understand
CHANGE CAN HAPPEN

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eddy knocks on the door

and grabs his gear from our room
the sunshine pours in like a convict
stealing the remaining hopes for sleep

i give him his pay
smile and say, "safe journey, amigo"
and he's on his way,
back towards Little A

now kristin is stirring and
my mind will not stop whirring
thoughts of my heart's gentle purring
that every thing is
waaaaaaaaaay
beyond
a
o
k

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there were no dreams, only freezing cold air

that has been the state of affairs in my hotel room
darkness sleek, a chilling reminder
sneaking in at my feet
the AC high, as the time speeds by
and here i am to say
hi
with frozen feet
hair unkempt
but spirit
never
bent

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sweetness

to dream
perhance
to live

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my children, my connection

my last thought is of my children

my lily, my io
my garden of giggles and quick responses and funny riddles
pancake griddles
waffles, too

art on the sidewalk, upside down, laughter all around
watering plants, feeding fish, homework and unicycles
unicorns and anime
never any time of day
i don't want to play
with them

i love you, girls...i love you, lance
time for sleep

good morning, full circle
god bless the children of uganda...

god bless the children all the world round.
watch over them all, god....i beg of you

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hot chocolate

sounds good right about now

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my husband

makes incredible homemade enchiladas...we call them "poppie's enchiladas"...

likes to take his time but can also be flexible and spontaneous

folds slacks/shirts better than neiman's

cleans up after himself

doesn't care about yard work or plants...

has a 16 year old cat

has beautiful curly hair

sometimes wears glasses

is very funny and makes me laugh so hard

once brought me brown colored flowers...they looked like chocolate petals

has three best friends named bill, todd and neil

likes things simple and elegant

doesn't wear jewelry except his wedding ring

is incredibly loyal

never has an unkind word about anyone

sleeps in

always makes the bed

drives a soccer mom car

likes aliens

enjoys "curb your enthusiasm," which is great because we both think it is hilarious

also enjoys "antique road show" which is super cool

is easy to travel with

is patient

is love



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bangladesh concert/tues upcoming

i'll be doing a duet with trish murphy for the re-staging of the complete bangladesh concert that george harrison gave in madison square garden.

i hope my blogginess will have disappated by then...

so....
sleeeeeeepy...
must...
blog...
for the children.....
blog....
on...
til
dawn....

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My Favorite Cake

Coconut

Although there is something to be said about making homemade fudge.

Or rice krispies treats.

I remember Kathy McCarthy's mom had me over for St. Patrick's day dinner one time, and she served green steak, green mashed potatoes, green beans and green milk. I remember thinking, "What a cool mom."

Funny how good mom memories stick with me and make me want to do the same thing for my kids.

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What My Birthday Adds Up To

4

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bleary

the state of my eyes at the moment

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Nanci Griffith

As I was heading out of the club tonight, I heard an old friend singing over my head on the club speakers, and I had to smile and sit down for a second and remember listening to her sing the songs live. "Flyer" and "Time of Inconvenience" and "Hard Life"....tumbling out of the speakers, all around me.

Beautiful.

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The Show, The Soggy Bottom Bloggin’ Boys, My Feet
July 29, 2006

Ok I wore heels all night and my feet are killing me but you know what? Fashion hurts, my friends.

And I wore gray slacks...or "trousers", as Kristin called them...we decided "slacks" and "trousers" need to be words that come back in style....

So, the Soggy Bottom Bloggin' Boys...wow. What can I say except that Marty, Thomas and Devin are troopers to the extreme. They took 8943 pictures and I don't recall having a cd release party documented so fully in such a long time!
They were sneaking up, taking a shot, running back to the laptop (which I STILL don't know how they got downloads to work when there was no wi-fi...man, they are smart guys!) and they helped me out by posting pix here for you to keep my blogathon going.

And...Devin got up and sang....and blew everyone away...I had no idea! He was charming and kind and his voice was so soulful...What a blessing that was...I kept forgetting the opening chords to "The Best of Times" because...well, I have to tell you...I had some vanilla/cherry schnapps....and I was a little loopy! But, finally I got it together and we sang the song and thank you, Devin...For everything.

I wish you could have been at the show. Eddy, Kristin and I rocked and rolled and laughed and the audience was attentive and we just sang and sang and sang...Whoo.

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John Colson

There was a man in college with liquid eyes and a sculptor's heart. He had flopsy blonde hair, sweet lips.

I wonder where he is tonight; his name just popped into my brain for no apparent reason. Wouldn't that be odd if he was one of the other 314 bloggers, and suddenly, without warning, my name simultaneously just popped into his brain, too...?
and he was blogging about me right this very instant, somewhere out there in the world?

Do old lovers ever think about the other? I know I miss my old boyfriends, and I'm glad I still have contact, and friendships, with several of them.

I don't think the love I felt for them ever went away, it just shifted into something unique that is tucked away in my heart.
If I chance upon them, this warm feeling spreads across me inside, and for an instant, a sigh might escape my lips.
They never grow old in my eyes.

They brought me to who I am today. They gave me reasons to write songs, and letters, and kept me up late talking on the phone, sometimes falling asleep together on the phone.

Like my first boyfriend, Greg Warren. I'll never forget being 12 and whispering into the receiver with him, my head nuzzling my pillow, the room dark, and hearing him whisper (from 12 blocks away, across Sharpstown). His voice back to me was exquisite.

Last I knew, he was here in Fort Worth. Why don't I ever see him? What fun it would be to meet in a coffee shop and hear about his life, now.

Not lovers, but friends....curious...your names are flooding my brain now:

Dennis Bubert...you out there? How the heck are you? Do you still have that painting I gave you for safekeeping? Do you still play the trombone and shave your legs to ride your bike? How is your wife? Thank you for inviting me to your wedding....You were a good friend in Denton. And you gave me that awesome silver bracelet, made from the tail pipe of a motorcycle...remember?

And...Tim Foxx...last I know, you were in Chicago, I think. Do you still make those houses on stilts out of clay?

Tim Guinee....actor...didn't you become roommates with Tom Hulce?

Peter Doodeheifer....remember the time I was at your house and you handed me the frozen egg (your mom kept the eggs in the freezer, and I didn't believe you) and when you handed it to me I started laughing so hard, I sat down in the floor and couldn't stop...and you drove a scooter...and you were in the dance department, after transferring out of art....

Julie Parsons...I see your groovy sister all the time at my shows in Austin...she has such beautiful children!

And Juliet Lee...where are you? Still in New Mexico?

And lovers....

I know where Eric is...and Eric..you know who I am talking about...I kept all the handmade books you made me.
I'm sorry if I hurt you back then. Please know my intent was not to hurt you...maybe that is what young love is all about...figuring out who you are and ending up here so we can look back and be grateful for the journey we've had.
And apologize for the mistakes along the way...I should also tell Brian I'm sorry, too, because we tried on two seperate occassions and I could never get it quite right...

And Brad...thank you, and your wife, Amanda, for including me in your circle of joy...I am beyond happy you found each other and have brought beautiful children into this world...I know what a great parent you have to be...! You were always patient, and funny...and so so so generous!

I'd really love to catch up with Aaron...I think you were in Texas City, but that was years and years ago....Gosh.
You taught me about Monty Python and Pink Floyd and Little Feat. We saw "Dawn of the Dead" and I pretended to bite your shoulder when the zombie came to the door and you jumped. And you and I went to a chinese restaurant for our first date...is that right? What are you doing and how has your life turned out? Do you still make beautiful art...
If you contact me, I will take you out for Chinese and we can catch up....

Is this what happens at 2:30 in the morning when people blog? Golly!

To all the good men in my life: Thank you.
To all the good friends in my life: Thank you.
To all the sisters in my life: Thank you.
To soggy bottom bloggers, around the world: thank you, too.

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Meanwhile, Back at the Hotel….

...Kristin, Sara and Eddy finally make it back to the Super 8, unpack their gear, deal with sweat and fatigue and we gave a two hour, fifteen minute show and it was beyond SUPER 8 GREAT!!!!!

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The First Time I Heard One of My Songs On The Radio

my little blue car was physically hanging in there. i'd had a wreck at some point. i don't remember when, but i'd left my car in neutral, and it had rolled down my driveway, across the street, with me running hysterically beside it, actually yelling "nooooooooooooo! stop!" as it smashed, albeit rather lazily, into a fire hydrant. the dent in the rear had me a bit down.

so, here i was, driving home, from someplace. i don't remember where i was coming from. but i remember i was alone. and i remember...

...the sky was crystal clear blue, not a cloud in sight. the trees were beyond spring green, they were luminous. the street was summertime quiet, only the sound of my car's engine putt-putting down the hard, and smoking hot, flat gray Dallas street. even the buzzing insects were napping, wings tucked in from the warm air...

i was two blocks from home. i could see my house. there it was. on the corner. i was thinking about how the place looked like an overgrown Grimm's faerie tale, with weeds and tall grasses and vines taking over the front windows and brick. there was one peach tree. i was thinking about when the peaches would come, too.

and, then, right there, behind the wheel, on a day like no other, sitting in my blue car, driving down an ordinary street on an ordinary day, i heard it. for the first time. ever.

the sound of a simple acoustic guitar, the chords, clear and striking, ringing out from my radio. i turned the knob. in disbelief, i pulled my car over to the curb, idling under the shade of an oak.

"if we got stuck ... in the middle of the sea...."

it was my guitar. it was my voice! it was my song.

"...could you think of things...to say to me...?"

and it was the song i had written for my father, about being a-drift at sea, just me and my dad, in a tiny fishing boat, lost...the searing, yellow sun bigger than life, beating us down...the two of us...alone..with nothing to say...the water lapping the wooden sides, our backs sunburned, our lips parched, our eyes...broken...questioning...

...and, now...the entire city of dallas could hear my heartache...yet, my voice seemed so...well, so OLD! so MATURE! and so smooth and delicate and confident...all at the same time...as if i was listening to someone else sing a beautiful song...as if someone else had created these chords and knew how to play the six strings so well...

"...and if there was only one drop of water on this tiny boat..."

i burst into tears... i couldn't believe it... I WAS ON THE RADIO!

and then..the questions started to come: was anyone listening? i looked up, out of my happy sobbing, and looked up and down the street. there wasn't a soul in sight! all the houses looked so empty, too. and it was a work hour! who in their right mind gets to listen to music at WORK!? these were the thoughts that temporarily swirled through my mind, and then i sent them away, far away.

"...would you gladly give it to me...?"

i was listening. and i was hearing the end result of a dream. and this was a dream of fruition...by taking myself to a studio, laying down the song, and walking the finished vinyl into KERA radio, hand delivering a copy, where chris douridas had decided to give it a spin.

that was in 1988 or 1989. i'm not sure what year, but the vision of the day is undeniable. a tangible audio-visual tattoo on my brain. my forever moment.

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‘My Name is Chaka Khan!’

I'll post the set list, once I get it off the stage. It covered a lot of ground, from "Shortstop" to "Are We Ever Going To Ever Have Sex Again?"

Great crowd at MacHenry's. A lot of them are here for the first time, and they're digging the small, intimate venue.

Photos, of The Soggy Bottom Bloggin' Boys and our Pumpkin:



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Two More Pics

When she gets off stage, I'll have to have Sara tell you about "the way she cured her ADD." I couldn't do it justice.

In the meanwhile...



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A Pumpkin On Stage

A couple of shots, courtesy of Thomas Moore:





Sara just named our merry little band of technology dweebs -- The Soggy Bottom Bloggin' Boys. Has a ring to it, it does.

More later -- just fighting technology, doncha know?

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Guest Post-O-Rama!

Hey, gang... Devin Pike here, from El Blog de Los Amigos. Sara's on stage right now, singing "Two Days Today" and sounding amazing. (I know, big surprise.) While she's doing the "record release party" thang, I'll be posting photos and whatnot from the show at MacHenry's.

On with the show!

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The First Song for Tonight

About to walk on stage, here at MacHenry's, and I think our first song will be ... oh, heck. I don't know.

IT WILL BE A SURPRISE!!

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Time to Brush my Teeth

Ah...nothing like fresh breath!

You know how some basketball players can only play in their lucky shoes? Well, I like to brush my teeth before a show. Vocally, it just makes me feel on top of my game!

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BIG PROBLEM with finding wifi!!!

Ok, I thought I'd get to the hotel and write to you from my room because this room is, indeed, wireless...however, I COULD NOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK on my computer...

That is...until now...because the fabulous Eddy Hobizal, Esquire, came to my room , as we are devouring our dinner (finally) and he set me up so sweet! Now I can blog for you again.

However, the other bad news is that MacHenry's, where I will be playing tonight...does not have wi-fi...so there may be another few hours where, sadly, I can not connect with you. BUT! I will do my DARNDEST to run back to the main office and see if we can get online that way, although they do not have DSL and so their credit card machine is on their only phone line...you see the dilemna I am having.

Our show at Central Market was fantastic...Kristin and I sang five songs, and people danced, and I sold 23 cds!

Then, we ran over to MacHenry's and did a soundcheck with Eddy and told some jokes, popped in the car...and here I am.

I hope I will not be kicked out of the blogathon because believe you me.....I am doing my darndest to make this happen.

After the show tonight, I will be on line ALL NIGHT, every half hour...you wait and see....

Love,
Sara

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