50,000 words in a month? I must be nuts.

I so envy my friend Shelia.

I say I’m a writer, but Shelia…Shelia is a WRITER. All caps. The girl has like four different books she’s working on at any given time and while she’ll tell you that she hasn’t written anything in nine months, nine months ago I read a completed novel that she wrote – and it is fabulous. Plus, she blogs like crazy (she keeps up at least two blogs of her own). I have no idea where she gets the inspiration, but I wish I could be more like her.

Me, I haven’t written anything for me in about five years. No stories. No poems. And you really can’t count this blog, because I hardly ever update it. I think about writing every day. I have scenes that happen in my head every day. Sometimes, I sit down to try to start, but it’s like that damn blinking cursor is taunting me. So I close up the computer and go play Angry Birds (or something equally as useless). Frankly, I’m ashamed of myself.

So, when Shelia mentioned that she’d signed up for National Novel Writing Month, an initiative that encourages all writers – even slackers like me – to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November, I thought, “Hm. Maybe I should do that.” The way I see it, it’s sorta like training for a half-marathon. If I know I’ve got a goal to complete, I bust my tush to get it done. Without a goal, I’ll just sit around playing Halloween Angry Birds until my thumbs fall off.

I figure writing a book might be more satisfying than exploding green pigs disguised as pumpkins.

Of course, now I’m freaking out that I’ve gone and signed up and wondering what in the hell I’m going to write 50,000 words about, but I’m praying that my creativity will get jumpstarted and I’ll have some semi-brilliant ideas to put down on paper.

If not, I can always go back to Angry Birds.

Wish me luck.

Concert Etiquette with a Diehard Fan

May I gripe for a moment?

Well, you actually don’t have a choice in the matter…I’m going to whine.

I go to a lot of concerts. It’s my thing. Some people golf. Some people get manicures and pedicures. Live music…that’s my love. A lot of times, I hit shows solo. But sometimes I have friends that go along. And there’s the rub.

I love meeting up with my buddies at shows or taking them to shows. I love watching a friend who has never seen an artist before fall in love with the music. I love singing along with my friends and sharing that smile during a show like, ‘Heck yeah, this is the greatest concert ever…” However, there are RULES to going to a concert with me. When the rules are violated, I get irritated. And it makes me not too much fun to be around. So, just to set the record straight, let’s set them out in print, shall we?

1) I get to the show for door time, unless otherwise stated. Why, you ask, when there’s always downtime prior to the show actually starting? Well, quite frankly – you can’t trust venues and artists. Arrival at door time means that I guarantee I can see the act I came to see. You never know, especially on co-bills, when the venue is going to switch around who is playing first. Or, the artist could start before the venues “suggested” start time. If I show up late, I could MISS something. And who knows, I just might like the opener. Or if you get there early, you might catch the tail end of sound check, or hear an artist jump in with the opener on a song, or get to chat with the artist at the bar before the show. YOU JUST NEVER KNOW. This means a couple of things: If I’m picking you up, I am picking you up at the stated time and expect to leave within five minutes. If we’re meeting for drinks or dinner before hand, I will leave our little party in order to make it there for doors. You get the idea.

2) Don’t ask me what time the show will start. See #1. Venues and artists are unreliable. They start when they feel like it. I can make an educated guess, but frankly, if you’ve been to a concert before, so can you. Don’t expect me to do the work for you. Look up the start time on the website and do the math. Opener starts 30 minutes after doors open. Plays 45 minutes. 15 – 30 minute downtime between sets. BUT THERE ARE NEVER ANY GUARANTEES.

3) Holding seats/spots is a right limited to quick runs to the bar or bathroom. I loathe this almost more than anything, but especially when shows are crowded. Don’t ask me to hold your seat or spot because you want to go outside and smoke a cigarette or go chat with your other friends. Between set times is okay, but make sure you do it with plenty of time before the band or act starts. I came to watch the show, NOT to worry about whether or not drunk girl and her frat boy boyfriend behind me are going to push into the 5 x 2 piece of cement that I’ve contorted my body to stretch over. You can only hold off the vultures for so long. I can tell someone once that my friend went to the bathroom, but if you’re not back 30 minutes later, they are likely to push into the spot/seat – and I’m likely to let them. Plus, if you’re leaving in the middle of the set, that’s just rude to the artist.

4) For the love of God, don’t talk to me (or others around me) during the show! This should really go without saying, but let me clarify: Quick observations about the artist, the song being played, etc., are acceptable. Trying to talk to me about what’s happening between a mutual friend and her boyfriend while the artist is performing is not. Talking loudly to someone else while I’m trying to watch the show is also sure to irritate the living piss out of me.

5) Excessive woo hoos/requests/singing along/over zealousness. So you’re a fan too? That is awesome. Applause – good! A “Hell yeah” when the artist plays your favorite song – completely respectable. Singing along so loudly that I can’t hear the performer? UNACCEPTABLE. A shrill “WOOOO HOOOOOOOO” after every song? UNACCEPTABLE. Continuing to yell “Play [INSERT SONG NAME HERE]!” over and over again? UNACCEPTABLE. Keep it cool, kids. No amount of alcohol null and voids this rule.

6) Leaving before the show is over. I’m a diehard fan. I want to stay until the very last note is sung. That means when the music stops, I’m going to wait to see if there’s an encore. Or a double encore. And then, I’m most likely going to try to go look at merch or get something signed, so (especially if you’ve driven with me) don’t expect to leave before the last song is over to beat traffic. Not going to happen.

That’s it, really. I realize, after reading this, that I sound like a total bitch, but really, I’m putting these out there for your benefit as well as mine. I don’t want to be grumpy at a show. I want to have fun with you, my friends, and leave saying, “Best.time.ever.” The rules are fairly simple…let’s all play along.

Acoustic Gareth Goodness

We all know I adore him, so no need to torture you with a long post.

My good friend and fantabulous musician Gareth Asher made a stop by 106.5 The End when he was here in September. He and another favorite, Michael Tolcher, performed a bunch of acoustic songs. The good folks at 106.5 decided to record and share them. Since I left town that morning to go home because my Mom was very ill, seeing these videos makes me way happy. You can check out the whole series of five songs, but I thought I’d post my favorite of them here – a new song called “Holy Train.”

All I have to say is, “Wow.”

Thanks 106.5!

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Be A Whistleblower for Peace

A couple of years ago when I first met the guys from one of my favorite bands, Green River Ordinance, Jamey was wearing a whistle on a chain around his neck. Since we were getting ready to embark on a cruise, I teased him about being afraid of falling overboard. We all shared a laugh, but then he told me the story behind the whistle.

The amazing organization that created the whistle, Falling Whistles, is dedicated to spreading the word about the civil war in the Congo, the pilfering of mineral riches that continues to fuel the war, and the war’s youngest victims – children as young as 4 and 5 who are kidnapped, turned into child soldiers, and armed only with one thing: a whistle.

When a friend returned from the Congo with the story of the whistle and the children who wear it, a group of young adults got together and decided to turn the whistle into a weapon against the war and its causes. For less than the cost of a pair of jeans, you can buy a whistle to wear and the funds go to schools in the Congo that help rehabilitate these children who have seen more horror by the time they are eight than most of us can imagine.

The sad part of this is that most of us here in the U.S. don’t know about or understand the war in the Congo. What’s more is that we don’t understand that our hunger for cool electronic gadgets is part of what is driving the war. I love my iPod just as much as the next person, but I have to admit – when I think about the fact that children are being turned into vicious killers, and worse, dying because I want to have my music with my 24/7, it makes me kind of sick to my stomach.

So what can I do? I can wear a whistle. I can talk about it. Tell my friends. And I can encourage the companies I buy products from to use conflict-free sourcing to get their supplies. This is not the Congo’s problem. This is the world’s problem. And we should be ashamed that we’re allowing it to happen on our watch.

Watch this awesome video that Falling Whistles has put together. Then tell me that you don’t want to do something, too.

American Songwriter Goes Behind the Scenes with Will Hoge

Check it out.  American Songwriter Magazine did an exclusive with my favorite, Will Hoge, on the set of his new video for “Favorite Waste of Time.”  Really kind of captures Will’s spirit…

This soulful, core-shaking rock star will be in Charlotte on October 25 at The Visulite.  Don’t miss it

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