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Grabbed the bull by the horns and took a wild ride. Needless to say, my back hurts a little.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Is she really back?


So today i was looking at some friend's blogs and I thought, "geez, they are so good, writing everyday". I have these bursts of blogging and then long, creaky silences, then burst again.  the last time I thought about blogging, I got overwhelmed by all the shit I could write about. I'd just gotten back from Australia,had been on tour quite a bit in the beginning of the year. (So much to have blogged about Texas, holy crap).
I got to watch the Beastie Boys from backstage at the Langerado Festival in Florida. Damn, that was AWESOME! 
got the FRESHEST Hello Kitty purse in Athens GA. 



Tons of stuff to blog about, but then I just didn't. So today I thought, well, I'll just write whatever. so here it is.

whatever

Last friday i had the day off (sort of....i'm always trying to network and connect with folks and build my client base) but anyway, I'd gone and looked at a few places, as I thought it might be time to spread out the old wings and move my business out of the house and into a "place". Which is kind of funny, when I mention to my clients that I may move the business they get all bummed out. They like the house vibe and they like my space in it. Anyways, I was out friday and I went to some spots that I've driven by but hadn't been into. It was kind of fun to have the time to explore. I went to a bookstore called In Other Words. It's a women's book store. Which i think is weird to call it that. Most of the books were for or about women and women's issues, but I always feel like that narrows your market. The space was really cool. They had couches that you could hang out on. And a kind of open space in the back for classes and whatnot. They had a bunch of activities and events that were posted up on the wall behind the woman who was checking me out. (my books and cards, not me...geez, dirty mind much) so I'm looking up there and they have Homorobics which is an exercise class they hold on Sunday. I asked the gal, do I have to be a homo to come to class. She said no. But still, very limiting and narrowing. I'm gonna take the class at some point. They also have a free writing workshop on the 3rd wednesday of the month. So I'm going to check that out too. It's in the neighborhood, I can ride my bike and I could start writing again. 

I also went to a great coffee shop called Javarama. It seemed like the coffeehouse for the Jetsons. It was next door to a place i was checking out. Good mocha's and attached to a fun looking hair salon. 

After the Java place, I bought a 3 dollar ironing board. (Score of the day!) and treated myself to Russel Street BBQ. After a couple of beers and meat, I headed home and watched a couple of episodes of Weeds in my backyard. I sat in an Adirondack chair in the middle of the grass, gazing at my flowers in the yard. 
My  backyard is fucking awesome. Totally private. Tons of flowers and established trees and plants. Lots of color. Thick green lawn. Very nice. I just need some lights out there so we can hangout back there at night. Sitting in the yard, at one point i wished my old man was home so he could be enjoying the sun we finally got and the yard and 
our house. But alas, he's gotta make the donuts. With the new record out, they are going to be touring hard for awhile.
(oh yeah, shameless plug for my husband and the band. after you've finished reading my blog, go buy the new G. Love and Special Sauce record "Superhero Brother" it's a really fun summer soundtrack.....with some pretty sweet bass licks from my old man) You can pick it up on Itunes or at Amazon.com or your local record store while there are still record stores to shop in.

Today is the second day of my birthday month and I gotta tell you I'm fucking jazzed this time. Last month I could feel it bubbling up, the birthday month excitement and I was glad to feel it again. Last year we bought a house a month before my birthday and then I was out of town on the east coast preparing for my mom's 70th birthday. so for me, it was a little anti-climatic. but this year, I'm rocking out for real! I think I might throw a garden party and invite friends to enjoy the yard and me in it. WOO HOO JULY! 


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Thursday, February 28, 2008

There's not much bacon can't fix


When I got home from tour, I had a hankering for tomato basil soup. I had cup in the airport on the way to Houston and it was damn damn good. It's not often you find actual good food in an airport. I had only ordered a cup....and didn't have time to order another one. So the soup was on on my mind for most of time I was out on the road. Once I was back at home,I searched on line, found some Tomato Basil Soup recipes, mixed and matched a few and whipped up the soup. It's ok. not as good as ones I've made before, or the one I had in the airport. But good enough. Had a bowl. waited a day, thought it maybe needed to settle. I started to think, how could I fix it? Thicken it up a bit. Should I add spice? Just seemed kind of blando. When I put the soup in the fridge I noticed we had a little bacon. When I saw it I thought, what could I do with the bacon? BLT's? It was just a few slices. Hmmm. Then I started reading my husband's cook's illustrated magazine I saw a recipe for simple Italian-style meat sauce. For some reason I thought maybe the recipe included bacon.....it didn't. But the recipe looked really good so I ended up making that and it was damn awesome. I followed the directions exactly. I figured the test kitchen people worked hard to figure out the best way to make it so why don't I just trust the experts. Generally, as I mentioned with the soup, I research recipes and try to create one from all of them that tastes great. Lately, except for the soup, I've been pretty successful. Anyway, i scooped up a spoonful of sauce and tasted it and it was so delicious I was kind of startled. Not startled, but definitely surprised. The combination of flavors made it simply delicious. I tasted it and it reminded me of Anthony. My sister's old roommate. Anthony died of A.I.D.S. but before he did, he taught me how to make sauce and meatballs from his grandma's family recipe. the flavors in this sauce was exactly the same as his. I hadn't thought of Anthony in a long time As I sampled my sauce, i was flooded with memories of Antny. When he died I think I was a freshman in college. I'd known him probably 10 years. He'd been in a band with my sister and roommates with her as well. I used to go up to Boston and visit her in the summers. The first time I met Antny he was in his underwear (I think they were either red or blue and they were um...form fitting) painting the kitchen. I came out of my sister's room, she had gone to work I think and I was like Woah. and he was all, "Hi, you're Donyne's sister" or something. I went back in the room and called my sister at work.  She informed me of who he was and that he did live there. So I went back out into the kitchen.....and so my relationship with  this super fun gay man began. He was the coolest most interesting kind of guy I'd ever met at that time. He was a waiter at Friday's (When Friday's was new and cool) and he wanted to make a hat out a big tub of fluff he had on the top of his fridge. He asked if I liked fluff......Fuck Yes. So he proceeded to feed me fluff n nutters galore. I was in heaven, we NEVER had fluff at home. This guy was awesome. When I met him, I was too young to really get what gay was. I just thought he was fun. He had toys and he had fluff  and he was just damn fun. So as I kept tasting the sauce I kept thinking of making sauce with him in his kitchen. And him telling me how he used to make the gravy on Saturdays with his grandmother. It was an all day affair. but when we finally sat down and ate it, incredible, just like this sauce I made.  It was nice to think of Antny.......but what about the bacon?

So this morning I pull out the bacon, the soup a little cheese. I cooked the bacon, chopped it up and sprinkled it on top of the soup....with a little Italian cheese mixture on top. Soup fixed...thanks to bacon. 

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

It's good to have connections

So I was on tour this weekend down in LA. Had been looking forward to the trip for a while as it kicks off several trips away from the cold and rainy northwest.  Friday night, great fun. Good show, danced, partied with friends I hadn't seen in a while. Good times. Next day, woke up and reached for my vitamins, I was out. I knew my old man had some, but he was sleeping so I thought I'd ask him for them after he woke up. I never remembered to ask. That afternoon, we were invited out to a bbq. We went & ate like fools.  When you are on the road, the chances to eat a home cooked meal are few and far between so we grubbed it up. Some of the best food I'd had in a while...a real meat fest. got back to the slanty bus. ( we were parked on an angle next to the HOB, shit was sliding down toward the front of the bus....) had a puff and started to cough. Not totally unusual, but the cough continued into the night. Just a little cough. Didn't think much of it. met up with more good friends and had cocktails and dinner. Rocked out at the show, had more cocktails and generally more fun. That evening I was supposed to have the day room as I was leaving the tour to go back home the next day and the band was leaving that evening to go the next city but due to a room mix up & the singer getting sick, we ended up sleeping in the drivers room that night. I think that was the kicker.....he is a smoker and the room smelled worse than the bar. smokey and gross. I hardly slept due to the stink, the tiny bed, and my husband rolling over on me due to the tinyness of the bed. my head was pounding, I was nauseous and mud butt was in full effect. When we checked out, I had the chills, the sweats and a headache. My husband insisted I must have partied too much and I kept telling him, no, this really doesn't feel like a hangover dear, it feels like the flu. So we walked around and tried to find something to eat. We ended up going back to the hotel and me having a nap by the pool. Took some advil and the fever started to break. I felt a world better. (comparatively). that evening  I was home back in my own bed. I thought if I just get a good night of sleep, I'll probably be cool. Nope. I slept for a while and then woke up with the rigors. I was moaning and thrashing. My husband asked me at one point when should he take me to the emergency room. I told him never. I thrashed around for a while and finally he gave me something to sleep and I passed out. Woke up coughing a few hours later. the flu or whatever this is really had me in its grasp. Totally sucks. Luckily, I had a massage scheduled for that night. My wellness associate Dr. Amanda Anderson, gave me a hydro therapy treatment. and then I had the massage. not too deep. I came home and slept...and slept and slept.  I still am a little snotty this morning, but the fever is definitely gone and my body doesn't hurt to walk, move or blink. I am so thankful to have health connections. If you get a chance and need some wellness help, and you are in Portland Oregon, check out Emily Gilbert at Emilygilbertmassage.com and Dr. Amanda Anderson at FamilyTreeMedicine.com. They are wellness rock stars!

Saturday, February 02, 2008

I think I may have turned off the hurry

Time
I used to be very 
uptight
about being
on it. 
But I've grown
soft & soggy
in this Portland bubble~
3 years of 
rain
has softened my
soul
and I think I may have
turned off the 
hurry. Washed
clean of the 
need for
speed.


Shanta M. (2008)

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Friday, September 09, 2005

Thanks Jon

I just read this at About.com.

A transcript of Jon Stewart's remarks about Hurricane Katrina.


"There's a lot of confusion over blame and pointing fingers and the response to the obviously horrible tragedy of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, and whether or not the government did enough, whether or not there was miscommunication, some bureaucratic bungling. So let me just say this. The short answer is: Yes. The long answer, of course, is: YEEEEEESSSSSS!"

"The real question is in the four years since 9/11, you have to ask yourself, has the government’s advancements, procedures, etc. made us safer, given us more comfort that they will have an effective, or more effective response to catastrophic events? And I think it’s very clear the answer is: 'Oh shit, we're in trouble."

"Now for people who are saying, 'Well, let’s stop pointing fingers at the president, the left-wing media is being too hard on him' — no. Shut up. No. This is inarguably — inarguably — a failure of leadership from the top of the federal government. Remember when Bill Clinton went out with Monica Lewinsky. That was inarguably a failure of judgment at the top. Democrats had to come out and risk losing credibility if they did not condemn Bill Clinton for his behavior. I believe Republicans are in the same position right now, and I will say this: Hurricane Katrina is George Bush’s Monica Lewinsky. The only difference is that tens of thousands of people weren’t stranded in Monica Lewinsky’s vagina. Although, this is an interesting point, her vagina at the time was also known at the Superdome…Do you prefer the Big Easy?"

"But that is my point, so please, stop with the 'well, people are carping on the president.' He didn’t even stop his vacation for three days, I mean, please, just shut up."

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Thanks Jon for saying what I think out loud on TV.

Go check it out for your self at

http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/the_daily_show/index.jhtml

(you'll probably have to cut and paste that since I still haven't figured out the link thing on blogger.)

(((Peace)))

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Black Psychologists Respond to Hurricane Katrina- And I agree!!

I just read this on my friend Ruth King's website (see side bar for link- Healing Rage). It's a good and powerful read. Read the whole thing and try to take a minute to really digest it! Black Folks are Americans too!!! I'm pretty disgusted by the lack of response.(yeah, that's a little of the blame game and you know who I'm blamin') Help the folks (all the folks of all walks of life) who have been devastated by this tragedy if you can!

Black Psychologists Respond to Hurricane Katrina

National President's Statement on Hurricane Katrina.

Posted: September 6, 2005

Robert Atwell, Psy.D.ABPsi National President 2005/2007

Black psychologists respond to Hurricane Katrina

This message is a compilation of thoughts being shared between the members of the ABPsi. Almost immediately after Hurricane Katrina struck the Gulf coast, communication began to take place between our members regarding the experiences of grief and dismay being experienced in response to the losses and hardships being imposed by nature on the people of Alabama, Louisiana, and Mississippi. Their lives were being severely disrupted by this natural disaster. It was particularly disheartening to be confronted with the images on our television screens of the disproportionate number of African Americans who were unable to evacuate their communities. As the days wore on it became apparent that these African decent people in New Orleans and the Gulf area were essentially experiencing a modern day Maafa, an event of catastrophic death and destruction beyond human comprehension. The emotional agony expressed by the generally stoic news reporters was a testament to the magnitude of the trauma unfolding in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.

The disproportionate degree to which our people were having to bear the brunt of the suffering and loss is clearly attributable to the economic and social stratification that exists within this society at large. It was made undeniably evident in New Orleans. This disparity exists because of our people’s economic and social oppression under a system where both societal and governmental manifestations of white supremacy continue to play out. The insidious effects of such exclusion from access to society’s resources and ongoing stigmatization was evidenced by the rapid disintegration and loss of hope by these people after two days of inadequate response or at times no response from the government. Some of the press coverage was especially distasteful and shameful, even if not surprising.

What happens to a people who have been dispossessed, despised, and disinherited when tragedy occurs? The answer is that they are seen as dispensable and can thus be destroyed and disposed of. The destruction of a people is preceded by the defamation of one’s character. This is exactly what has happened to thousands of African Americans living or who lived in New Orleans, Louisiana from Monday, August 29, 2005 until the present. A city known for its revelry and festive atmosphere was devastated by Hurricane Katrina. The amazing aspect about this hurricane is that it started out in a manner that almost went unnoticed by meteorologists and other weather analysts. Although the devastation that it caused clearly has gained the attention of the world, like the beginnings of the storm the aid that has been rendered to the survivors has been relatively unnoticed by them. What the hurricane survivors have noticed is benign neglect. This happened in large part because the surviving Black population that had to remain in New Orleans has suffered from the defamation of character. While aid and rescue has been slow to fly towards the survivors, the pejorative euphemisms regarding the African American survivors of Hurricane Katrina have flown freely.

A young man was able to start a New Orleans Parish School Bus and safely drive people (40- 50) from New Orleans, Louisiana to the Astrodome in Houston, Texas was called a thief. The bus was called a “renegade bus” and the hurricane survivors on the bus were denied access to the Astrodome because they did not come directly from the New Orleans Superdome on a designated bus and they had arrived sooner than the designated chartered busses. The survivors were given water and later allowed to enter. Some report the seventeen-year-old bus driver was arrested when he was returning to go back the New Orleans to rescue others. If he had been White he would have been called a hero but he was not White, he was Black. Thus he was called a renegade. When the displaced residents of New Orleans finally arrived at the Houston Astrodome they were called refugees. A refugee is defined as a person who flees to a foreign country or power to escape danger or power. These people were simply evacuees from a flooded city and the bus driver was resourceful.

In a similar story of survival, people were securing survival items for themselves and their families. When the news reported that the people were White, the caption read “two residents wade through chest-deep water finding bread and soda from a local grocery store.” When a reporter for the Associated Press saw Blacks doing the same thing, the story read, “A young man walks through chest-deep water after looting a grocery store.” The difference in the perception of these two situations was in the perspective of the reporters. The perception is largely guided by the contemporary thought of society. Blacks are portrayed as negative within American society therefore their behaviors were judged accordingly.

The world saw thousands of African Americans sitting at the Superdome waiting for some assistance for more than three days. The scene was akin to events of Haiti or Kosovo or any war torn country. Desperation could be seen on the faces of so many people. This is a very shocking reality when Americans reported assisting Asian Tsunami victims within 48 hours. While time elapsed, the Katrina survivors were said to have resorted to total anarchy. They had reportedly begun to shoot at the “law” officials and other forms of rescue units. They had also been reported to have had engaged in raping and killing children. Thus they have been called rapists. There was more effort placed on restoring order via the military troops (Martial Law) than on getting supplies to people and rescuing stranded individuals. People with adequate resources are more likely to be cooperative than those suffering for the basic necessities of life. An eye-witness reporter suggested people shot guns at helicopters that were passing over them going to mostly White, Kenner and Metairie, LA (Metairie, LA is home to a nationally known Ku Klux Klan’s member David Duke) and rescuing people there rather than saving those in the severely flooded areas of New Orleans. They said the shots were fired because the Blacks were being unnoticed again and had become upset about this. It was also reported that all of the patients in the mostly White Tulane Hospital had been completely evacuated, while the mostly Black patients of Charity Hospital were being transported out slowly. Was this act of benign neglect? Many of the African American citizens of New Orleans saw this as such and became even more frustrated at the blatant racism.

The perpetrators of such “racist” acts do so out of their own spiritual bankruptcy and culturally hard wiring to be “anti other.” Their language consequently reflects their internal set. Looters? Renegades? Refugees? Rapists? All of these are terms that are designed to dehumanize a people and thus justify their ill treatment. On a psychological level we see where people who have been denied access to the goodness of life have been relegated to be the scum of the earth. Who were these people left behind in New Orleans? Why were they there following the call for a mandatory evacuation? These people were mostly working class Blacks who either could not afford to leave or did not have adequate transportation to leave. These were the people that made the city pop although they got very little recognition for their contributions. These people were the ones that had been passed over long before Hurricane Katrina relief helicopters passed them over. The distinction between the “haves” and the “have nots” was ever present to one who visited “The Big Easy.” Classism and racism is still the order of the day in New Orleans. The ones who we have seen on television are mostly the heartbeat of the city. Just as our heartbeat, which is vital to our existence, is often unnoticed to us in our daily actions, these people had gone unnoticed. We often notice our heartbeat during times of excitation or stress, just as we are noticing the dispossessed of the “Crescent City.” The media assault on these vital people has caused an angina pectoris (i.e. a chest pain, which occurs because the muscle tissue of the heart must continue its activity without a sufficient supply of oxygen) to America. The world has seen how America treats its despised citizens. In an effort to justify the ill treatment of African Americans in this situation defamation of character is being carried out. The psychological damage that results from the defamation of character is long lasting and is slow to be removed.

The Association of Black Psychologists denounces the utilization of the usage of the term refugees for domestic citizens who have been displaced from their homes due to an act of God.

We further denounce the utilization of the word looters, in a discriminatory manner, for those individual seeking the secure some of the necessities of life.

We further denounce the utilization of the term renegade for those who have applied their genius to engage in an act of heroism in time of need.

We further denounce the application of the term rapist to a large portion of African Americans who are honorable and respectful.

The utilization of such terms is psychologically damaging and also delays the hurricane survivors from receiving the assistance that they need because people are less likely to help people that hurting them.

We advance that more appropriate terminology (e.g. hurricane survivors, evacuees, displaced citizens) be used to ensure that the adequate assistance is rendered to displaced people of the Gulf coast.

We vow to render the culturally appropriate assistance to these evacuees wherever they may be found. This assistance will be in line with the essence of a people who have experienced years of benign neglect.

We further vow to assist the survivors of Hurricane Katrina with career counseling and job readiness training.

We seek to ensure that the children receive an appropriate education in an environment that is understanding of their unique situation of being displaced.

We seek to inspire the inherent value and worth of these estranged children by acknowledging their strengths of resilience and resourcefulness.

We seek to assist the families with securing adequate housing, healthy food and clean clothes, employment, and childcare and charge our membership to facilitate such acquisition by opening their homes to displaced evacuees in the spirit of African kinship.

We recognize that this effort to enhance the well being of our people is a long-term undertaking that involves working in conjunction with the existing crisis response teams that are already in operation to achieve immediate results. This work must be followed up with collaborative engagement with many existing agencies and service networks to address the long-term needs made so evident by this disaster. We are committed also to utilizing our expertise to create culturally congruent programs where it becomes apparent that none currently exist.

The Association of Black Psychologists is committed to functioning within the spirit of Afro-centric unity to accomplish these aims.

I AM BECAUSE WE ARE AND BECAUSE WE ARE THEREFORE I AM.

Dr. Robert Atwell is the National President of The Association of Black Psychologists. He may be reached in care of the National Office. (PO Box 55999, Washington, D. C. 20040-5999 - Phone: (202) 722-0808).

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Love thy neighbor?

''You know, I don't know about this doctrine of assassination, but if he thinks we're trying to assassinate him, I think that we really ought to go ahead and do it.'' ``We have the ability to take him out, and I think the time has come that we exercise that ability.'' Pat Robertson, 700 Club

So, what part of that isn’t a call for an assassination? I am watching the 700 Club right now as I wanted to check in with this fool and see what he’d say today after a day full of media talking about his words. Would there be back peddling? Would he say "yep, i said it, let's take this guy out!!! So I've tuned in. And there he is all big on my TV, and today he says that he was misquoted by the AP and he didn’t ask for an assassination. Which of course made me go back and research and see exactly what he said…..and guess what, doesn’t seem like a misquote to me? Read it for yourself. Make your own call.

So I continued to watch this 700 Club, which is weirdly set up like a morning news show, and am pretty disgusted by the rhetoric I’m hearing. Such a shame to see someone using god/the lord or whatever to perpetuate hate. It just doesn’t make sense to me in terms of how you are supposed to behave as a Christian. I’ve been away from it for a minute, I’ll admit, but from what I recall from my church days, love your neighbor as you would love yourself. I’m not getting that vibe as I sit here watching the 700 Club. Instead, I feel like I'm getting, Love your neighbor as long as he agrees with you. But like John Stewart said last night, when you have your own channel, you can say whatever the F@#k you want without being censored.

Now I’m not saying he’s on here gripping the bible with white knuckles and shouting out for death and whatnot, but his verbal tactics are quite manipulative and I think even more dangerous than him just coming out and saying “assassinate Chavez!”. But wait, read the quote above again.

Just seems kind of fucked up to me. But the really fucked up thing is, now that he’s on my tv, I can’t look away!!!

Wow, it’s really like a morning news show…but with prayer. He interviewed a guy from South America who I think he thought would also call for the assassination of Chavez, since some Chavez supporters last year shot into a cafe or something and his mother & grandparents were hit.(pardon me, I think the term Pat used was Gunned down by thugs supporting chavez) but instead the guest said he did not agree with Mr. Robertson in terms of the way to deal with Chavez was to call for an assassination.(That’s when Mr. Roberts said he was misquoted by the AP, which ultimately caused this posting)…..then we went to the other correspondent ( who reminded me of Condaleeza ) and talked a bit about the confirmation hearings and a book you could buy..oops...I mean, you could get for free with a donation....that would help you understand the supreme court. When you buy the book, I mean make your donation and receive the book as a gift, it comes with a little postcard for you to read over and sign and send back to the 700 Club so they can then send it on to the president, so he knows we are praying for him and that we support him in ALL of his decisions. Then we prayed that the lord, who is the ultimate judge of all the earth, would take control of the confirmation hearings and that we may see not one but several judges in succession so that there might be change for years to come and to give us his blessing in this way.

Now we’re in the kitchen making pancakes with Pat. These pancakes are some kind of Pat Robertson special. Pat’s protein pancake. You can eat them as long as you want to and never feel guilty according to Pat. He has this thing called Skinny Wednesday. Oh wait, now they are called Pat’s Age-defying Protein Pancakes, which you can find this recipe in his Robust Living news letter. And it’s free!(no, really, it's free, no donation or anything) Now Mr. Robertson is giving tips on health and diet to viewers who have written in with questions. Isn’t that nice? And he is also promoting natural medicines. Now he’s pitching his weight loss challenge. ( this is included in the Robust Living news letter with the pancake recipe). The commercial that follows this segment, Curves exercise studios and their 6 week solution to weight loss.

Ugh, I think it’s time to turn the channel, quick while a commercial is on.