“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.” ~ Dalai Lama
Our Shero took a tumble today. After many hours, many many X-rays, and two ambulance rides, she arrived at UK ER with a broken femur and significant pain. Since cloning isn’t good for humans, meaning I really needed to be in two places at once, my Aunt Lois was able to help me manage mom at the hospital and dad at home with the dogs. Lois has always helped the family whenever she could and I thank God she is able to help me now. She’s a calming voice for mom, and a steady heart for me. Whew, what a ride.
“Surround yourself with people who talk about visions and ideas, not other people.” ~ Unknown
Here are a few friends that talk visions and ideas all the time; Catherine Brereton, Susan Stewart, Annie Bassoni, and Stacy Yelton. This morning we converged for brunch (deliciously prepared by the Brereton/Stewart family), a couple hands of Cards Against Humanity, and a wonderful visit on the porch. These women inspire me every day in a variety of ways, and we never fail to laugh when we’re together. We also never fail to eat well, and bread and/bread-like foods are usually involved. What amazing minds I’ve been fortunate to call friends.
“Worrying won’t stop the bad stuff from happening it just stops you from enjoying the good.”
~ Danny Penman
I’m still on cloud nine about seeing Sir Paul. I was trolling about on the interwebs today and came across his setlist from Tuesday’s show. It confirmed the plethora of Beatles tunes as well as that unknown song being his cut with Kanya and Rihanna.
Remember I said I’d go see Sir Paul again just for Live and Let Die? I found a video of his performance posted by someone sitting very near us. In fact, I found the entire show on YouTube, but that’s a bit much. I’ll just leave you with Live and Let Die. Happy Saturday!
“If I’m being rejected from one thing,
it’s really just the path redirecting me elsewhere to where I’m supposed to be.”
~ Amani Al-Khatahtbeh
You’ve heard me say “we” in my Sir Paul posts. Pam Thurman and Barb Plested are the “we.” Like me, they had not seen Sir Paul perform, so they did not hesitate to meet me in Chicago for the show (Pam’s husband, Gary, believes Paul’s dead, so he stayed home). I’d been contemplating the concert for a few weeks when I ran into Tony Adams who encouraged me to go despite all the reasons not to. Marie Dale and Crystal Heis had been telling me the same thing. Two days after seeing Tony, Pam posted a photo of Paul McCartney on facebook. I said I was thinking about going to Chicago to see him. One thing led to another, and et voila! plans were made. Our entire trip was a similar series of perfect events. This was the only picture I snapped of us, taken just after we’d bought t-shirts, something none of us had done at a concert for decades. We were in the car waiting to enter the parking lot and talking about Sir Paul when he flew overhead in a chopper, landing not far from us. Pam and Barb also noticed Sir Paul’s hands looking like a 30-year old. I could go on and on with endless details like this; the kind of memories you make with friends that last a lifetime. I was so honored that they’d want to go with me. My Carpe Diem sisters; I love them from the bottom of my heart.
“Almost everything will work again if you just unplug it for a few minutes… including you.”
~ Anne Lamott
Like I said, Sir Paul played for three hours last night. By the time I got back to the hotel and looked through the pictures, I was exhausted; too exhausted to say much more than I did. Today, I had a six hour drive to reflect on last night’s performance. It was great while it was happening, and it’s even better the next day.
When Paul McCartney walked onto that stage it was/is hard to believe he’s 75 years old. The monitor would sometimes zero in on his hands, particularly as he played his acoustic, and there was something striking about them. He has the hands of a 30 year old. I’m not exaggerating. In fact, everything about him is as brilliant as if he was still that young man in the Beatles. His voice and droop of the jowls are the only evidence that he has aged at all. That he can sing at all at 75 is pretty remarkable, but he sang really well. The missed high notes here and there (what do you expect at 75?) were greatly overshadowed by the incredible dexterity, range, and command that remains. Between his flawless band, and an audience that knew all the words, those little misfires were hardly noticeable. His musicianship is nothing short of astonishing, and unless he has a stroke or something horrible like that, I guarantee he’ll still play as good as he did last night for another 20 years. Again, I’m not exaggerating. It’s going to be hard for him to sing, but his playing won’t be stopped. He’s that good.
He played many more Beatles tunes than I expected; a brilliant surprise. Each song a stellar performance, from solid rockers Back in the USSR and Hard Day’s Night to the stirring Hey Jude and Blackbird, there was something for everyone. He played plenty of Wings tunes, and of course his solo material. He paid tribute to both John and George in song. He played the first recording by The Quarrymen (In Spite of All the Danger) then skipped to his most recent song, which based on the images projected I can only assume was the song he cut with Kanye West and Rhihanna. It was the only song he played that I didn’t recognize.
Sir Paul missed the intro to Hard Day’s Night, the opener, because, after he counted it off, he turned to the mic to sing, but found himself 3-5 feet away from it. If you know the song at all, then you know immediately after the booming strong opening chord you have to hit the vocals or it won’t work. So he stopped the song, had a laugh, and they started again. At that moment I knew it was going to be an extraordinary night, but it exceeded my expectations even still. Three or four songs later, as the drummer and keyboardist were out of sync starting Temporary Secretary, Paul stopped them again. He said,”At least you know we’re really live. No tapes here!” He is a brilliant showman in addition to everything else.
Sir Paul’s band loves him. You can see it on their faces from the second they step onto the stage until the last bow. They’re all gifted players with a wide range of talents. He moved them closer to the stage’s edge during the middle of the show for a more intimate feel, and it did feel more intimate because we weren’t in a stadium, but in a nice outdoor amphitheater with the most incredible sound I have ever heard at a live show. EVER! There wasn’t any instrument you couldn’t distinguish from the others. We were close enough to feel the kick drum in our bellys, but it didn’t thump our ears. The screaming guitars didn’t hurt. And the pyrotechnics during Live and Let Die? It was one of the most righteous things I’ve ever seen, and rather than photograph it, I just stood in awe and screamed my head off (yes, I’m hoarse today). It was already a favorite, but this spectacle put it over the top. I’ll just say that we were close enough to feel the intense heat from the blasts, and it was one of the coolest things I’ve ever experienced. I would go see Sir Paul again for that song alone.
You can tell Sir Paul is a gentleman. He introduced the song Valentine that he wrote for his current wife Nancy, who was in the audience, then he introduced Maybe I’m Amazed that he wrote for Linda. Between those cuts, Yesterday, and Let it Be, I’m pretty sure everybody had a good cry, even the men (maybe especially the men). He picked out a few people from the audience who had been holding up signs and brought them onstage. They included two young boys that wanted to play with him. He didn’t let them play instruments, but he did have them (and their parents) help sing Get Back. Their mom stole the show, so I’m thinking the boys are headed back to the woodshed for a few more hours of practice. But here’s this legend giving these boys a chance of a lifetime that ended with, “wait, let’s have a group hug,” before they left the stage. He’s a stand-up guy just as I expected.
Thank you, Sir Paul. Thank you for being my first musical inspiration. Thank you for playing your heart out. Thank you for being kind. Thank you for your brilliance.
Last night, our shero treated dad and I to a delicious steak dinner after a day of errands. We had the best time being together, and the food was fantastic. They’re looking after the homestead so I can have a little adventure (more on that tomorrow). I’m so lucky to have them.
“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” ~ Dolly Parton
More than a year ago Stacy said she wanted to have lunch at Dad’s Favorites; a small deli in an unassuming strip mall between Garden Springs and Southland. Folks in Central Kentucky might be most familiar with Dad’s Favorites from the grocery where Dad’s Favorites beer cheese (and other cheese spreads) are best sellers. Today, Stacy and I finally tried Dad’s for lunch. Not only did we get to meet Dad (James Caudill), but he showered us with samples, stories, and his jolly goodness. I loved all of his cheese spreads, and there’s a reason his beer cheese is an award winner. It’s brilliant. If I’m not mistaken, he uses a stout from local brewery Country Boy Brewing. It doesn’t get better than local using local, does it? Life really is better with cheese.
“When your spirits need a lift, think of the virtues and talents of those around you—one’s energy, another’s modesty, the generosity of a third, something else in a fourth. Nothing is so inspiring or uplifting as the sight of these splendid qualities in our friends. Keep them always in mind.” ~ Marcus Aurelius
Wally and I had a house guest yesterday. It was a special treat to entertain someone of the canine variety. Bianca AKA Binx AKA Little Dog AKA The Snake Slayer spent the afternoon with us while her mom, Crystal Heis, took Mr. Boyfriend out for his birthday. Friends of Crystal know Binx really well. She’s notorious for the number of snakes she kills. Some years back there was a healthy nest of garter snakes in Crystal’s garden. She kept a tally that year, and the next and the next, until word got around the snake world that Little Dog’s kingdom was not open to them. Binx’s fame grew; her hunting prowess became legendary. Chipmunks weren’t safe, and no cat with half a brain dare tread through her territory.
Binx hasn’t been well lately, but that didn’t keep her from being keenly interested in Leo and Lily after they made their way downstairs thinking the house was dog-free; lulled into a false sense of security when they heard Wally go out the back door. Binx wasn’t fast enough to give chase, but she was plenty energetic to keep them treed, as it were. There they remained until she finally needed a nap. When she wasn’t occupied with the cats, she was a great helper with the wedding photos. She’s extremely photogenic herself, and might be the world’s most photographed snake slayer. Naturally. Wally and I were honored to have a star in our midst.
“One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday.
So why the heck was I letting it touch me?” ~ Steve Maraboli
I mentioned earlier this week that being part of the wedding gave me a unique position for photographs. I used that advantage particularly at the end of the ceremony. The last folks to leave the hay field ceremony was Tony’s eldest daughter Jennifer – whom I absolutely adore, her husband Jon – a brilliant photographer, and their nephew, Tony’s eldest grandson and ring bearer, John Anthony. Tony has been an ardent DAV member for forever it seems, so it was touching that the Morgan County DAV Chapter lined the aisle, as it were, for the wedding party exit. Mom brought DAV uniform hats so she and dad could join in. It was a nice way to end a ceremony packed with symbolism. But what I really loved about it was the beauty of Jon and Jennifer walking John Anthony to the shade. Or maybe he was walking them. The unity of family is the most inestimable symbol of all.