Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Day 126. The Street Lights Are On

Walking my dog Ebert is beginning to become an exercise in meditative, lost thought.  We're shuffling along in the dark, and I can see the neighbor's yard from down the block.  The street light is illuminating one tree's young leaves with green and the other with shimmery white.  I stare at the street light, hypnotized, and I zoom back in time.

I hear the familiar call, an elongated, "Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllll, Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllll."  It's the dreaded call of my mom to come inside.

"Jill, the street lights are on," my friends tell me.  They have been trained as well, and I think that they don't want to hear that call either.  It might give their own parents an idea of lateness.  Truly, though, my fellow little 7- and 8-year-old friends are just trying to protect me, but even at this young age, I am indignant with this parental logic and try to push it as far as I can.

Can you imagine, you are out playing, having a great time, it's summer, you're deeply into a game of kickball, and suddenly the street lights come on at 7 p.m. and you're expected to stop your joyous play?  It's not even dark for another 2 hours!  Which is exactly the reasoning I give to my mom.  The absurdity of the situation is so obvious!  She isn't buying it.

However, over the course of traveling along in the car on some early evening excursion to the grocery store or trip to my grandparents who live a street over, I come to the realization that on surrounding streets, the lights come on at 8:00 or 8:30 p.m.  Only on our street do they appear at such a blatantly nonsensical time!  That's it!  I have cracked the case!  Was I to be punished just because my abode rested 20 feet north or 20 feet south of reason?  No, I say!  No one can refute my unfettered, clear-eyed logic.

Apparently, someone could--and did.  Cruel world, unjust fate!  I wipe a tear from my young cheek.

To this day, when I see a street light pop on while the sun still holds enough blaze to light up the sky for hours, I mourn those lost hours of kickball.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Day 124. Bettye LaVette at The Old Town School of Folk Music-Chicago

First of all, make sure you watch the clip at the very bottom of this post.  Alrighty, then.

Last night my friend Shelley and I went to see Bettye LaVette at The Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago.  It almost didn't happen, but it did, and I thank you, Shelley, for going with me.

Bettye feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeels every note she sings.  She is a soul singer, extraordinaire, who's about to break out big time after singing her heart out for over 50 years.  She is a testament to doing what you love without reward or acknowledgement from others. After performing, "Love Reign O'er Me" for a tribute to The Who at the Kennedy Center in 2008, people are FINALLY acknowledging her extraordinary talent.

From her website:
Dave Grohl, Foo Fighters/Nirvana, recently described his first encounter with Bettye's rendition of the song to Air America's Richard Greene: "We showed up for rehearsal, and one of the performers was rehearsing the song for the Who segment. It was a woman named Bettye LaVette… She is gonna steal the show. She was so phenomenal, this performance of The Who song that she did. It will bring you to tears. The room was pin-drop silent when she did this song, and it was just unbelievable."

And can you believe it?  She sang it last night, and it was phenomenal!  I can't even describe it, but I'm sure glad I was there to witness it.  She has an autobiography out, and she said there may even be a movie in the works.  I can't wait.  Thank you, Bettye, for slugging it out for all these years.  You deserve all the praise you're finally receiving.

Give yourself a HUGE present and WATCH:

Here's Bettye's website:  http://bettyelavette.com/index.html

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Day 123. Pleased to Magically Meet You

I looked down at my make-shift paint palette (a piece of thin cardboard) and saw quite a magical world floating around in it.  Add to that a piece of dried acrylic paint, and you can come up with six happy creatures. (-:  Can you find them all in the paint?  I'm a little in love with this one. (-;



Thursday, April 25, 2013

Day 121. Clive Loved His Tin Ceiling (No Longer Available)

As he reclined on his avocado-green bean bag chair, Clive looked admiringly around his room.  Although others had tried to dissuade him, his love for his tin ceiling had consumed him.  If one can have wall-to-wall carpeting, then why not, wall-to-floor-to-ceiling tin?  The soft yellow light from his vintage lamp gleamed invitingly all around him.  His pad was now quite the chick magnet; but more importantly, he was proud of his creation and felt comfortably at home.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Day 120. "Floyd Blew His Audition"

Floyd tried to tell us he blew his audition because he had a bad tooth.

We could tell by the size of his swollen cheek, though, that he had once again sucked too hard on a note and swallowed his blues harmonica.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Day 119. His Memory Was Sharp. (SOLD)

Reginald couldn't believe the perpetrator thought he couldn't see through his tactics.  But he knew. 

He had always eaten a lot of blueberries.  His memory was sharp.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Day 118. Oh, the Sights and Sounds of Spring!

Oh, the sights and sounds of spring!  Warm breezes blowing, random daffodils and tulips bursting, birds chirping and sh.....!  Wait!  Did I actually just see and hear what I think I did?

E-bow and I were walking along, enjoying the early evening, still warm at 65 degrees.  I'm looking at the sky, looking at the bird high up in the tree, hoping my pup doesn't see him and go beagle barking crazy.  Suddenly, I hear a squirt, squirt, and I find myself dodging the fastest rear release ever!

Um, there are no gastrointestinal problems there, peeps!  So forget prunes; worms, insects, and --what's out now? can't be berries--seem to be the way to go!  No pun intended. (-;


Sunday, April 21, 2013

Day 117. Beautiful Baseball, Boston, and a Big Papi

One of my greatest pleasures is Sunday Night baseball.  Well, it was indisputably better before the "powers that be" booted the knowledgeable and humorous announcers, Jon Miller and Joe Morgan, but still, I love it.  There is a beautiful elegance to baseball.  I know.  When I was in 6th grade and went to see the Cubs with my grade school band (I played the oboe, thank you very much), I thought, this is the most boring thing I've ever seen!

It took my husband to explain the intricacies and nuances that were occurring.  I had never realized the signals, the suspense, the strategy, or the stats before that.  Once you realize all the things going on, it's the best chess game on speed that you've ever seen!  The incredible plays, the wind up of the pitch, bases loaded, crowds screaming.  Wonderful!  Football held the earlier part of my life, but baseball has taken over.

And was any season greater than 2004, when the Boston Red Sox finally won the World Series?  I almost cry just typing those words!  Truly, it was the Red Sox victory over the Yankees in the 2004 ALCS that probably held more excitement than the World Series.  David Ortiz was the MVP of that Boston-Yankee game.  I remember an announcer recounting an interview he had had with the player, where Ortiz was walking around the city and saw the sadness of the Boston fans after they had lost game 3 of the series.  Boston was going to blow it again.  And Ortiz said, "We've got to turn those frowns upside down."  And he did! They did.  It was beyond magical, finally winning over the big bad Yankees.

David is a big hitter.  Sometimes he hits with his bat, and sometimes he hits with his words.  I don't think anyone can fault him for dropping the F-bomb yesterday (Sat., 4/20/13), when he said, "This is our f*&(ing city!" Big Papi, your fierce love for Boston is heartfelt!

The FCC forgave him, because they know he said what we all felt:


Day 116. I Spilled Margarita on My Leopard Slippers.

My friend, Carey Burns, fiction writer ("Haiku Horror Stories" on amazon.com) and jewelry-maker extraordinaire, posted the above comment on facebook today.  OMG--That phrase HAD to be painted!  Thank you, Miss Carey, for 100% inspiration!

I Spilled Margarita on My Leopard Slippers.

Here it is with some more color/paint added later.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Day 115. The Hottest Commodity Around"

What's the hottest commodity around in the Midwest these last 2 days?  A sump pump, baby!  What?  You don't think a sump pump is sexy, desireable?  Just try getting 5-7 inches of rain overnight, flooded roads, highways, ditches, soaked sandbags, closed schools, barges breaking loose and hitting locks causing homes and towns to be submerged (at least in the 30 miles around us), and you'll understand why these little metal beauties are more popular than Cabbage Patch dolls and Beanie Babies in their heyday. 

In all seriousness, I'm praying for all our fellow Midwesterners without heat, flooded basements and homes, and lost possessions.  I wish I could send everyone a beautiful sump pump.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Day 112. Busty Mermaid (SOLD)

I'm thinking if Rita Hayworth and Sophia Vergara merged into a mermaid, this might be the result.

Here's the wooden container I used when I was painted the first layers on this painting. I let ink roll down the canvas and held it upright in this empty wooden planter/container to dry as my husband and I headed off to Nashville for a few days.  P.S., I had extra green paint loaded on my brush from the canvas, so this little container got a brushing of green as well.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Day 111. Oh, Boston...

Oh, Boston,
My heart cries for you.

I think back;
and I think,
please, not again.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Day 110. Big Eyes, The Clash, and the History of Punk Music

Thirty thousand years ago when I was a freshman in college, I had a crush on a guy I nicknamed, "Big Eyes."  (I had a crush on another I dubbed "Fish Eyes").  Large blue eyes, jet black hair, pale skin from the South Side of Chicago, he had just the Irish/Italian bad boy look I loved.  He was a cross between Aidan Quinn and Ray Liotta.

Aidan Quinn in "Reckless"

Ray Liotta in "Something Wild"


Hmm.  Looking at these pics, now, he definitely was on the rougher, Ray Liotta side of things.

Anyway, second semester, the weather finally broke out like it is right now--SPRING--sunny, warm, breezy.  Our entire dorm was outside hanging, sitting in the grass--some people, like me, playing frisbee.  Suddenly, from a student's open window stuffed full with speakers from their stereo, came the first 4-second strain of the Clash's, "Should I Stay or Should I Go."  Well, if you're familiar with that song, it just takes that long to pull you in.  Not just pull, but GRAB mercilessly.

Now, here's when I jumped down the rabbit hole of love.  Big Eyes yelled out right after those crucial unforgettable chords, "Turn up the fucking music!"  Ohhhhh, that did it for me.  First, because I didn't use "cuss" words, and he did (bad); and second, because he loved the song and I did, too; and third, it was spring, it was a great song, he used the "f" word, he looked cool smoking, and he was a gorgeous bad boy--ooh, SUPER BAD!  FATE!  Oh, no wonder we make mistakes when we're young!

Here's a college-age me with a guy that looked like Big Eyes--geez, guess I always gravitated towards these dudes.  (And why do we look like we're wearing super big shirts?!)

Last night, "Saturday Night Live" had this hilarious segment from "A History of Punk Music."  It was a punk music salute to Margaret Thatcher with the ever fabulous Fred Armisen ("Portlandia") as the lead singer of "Ian Rubbish and the Bizarros."  Well, this clip (combined with thewarm, breezy spring day) is what prompted this whole journey down punk/Clash memory lane with Big Eyes!

And here's the original Clash dirty diamond!  Turn it up first people!

Watch out also for the middle of song, from 1:28 to 1:31 where they are speeding and building it up, and then they stop with that solo drum hit.  Love it!  Geez, am I the only one that gets off on music like this?  I know there's more like me out there!

Friday, April 12, 2013

Day 108. Dinner with The Cat in the Hat (SOLD)

Even though Dr. Seuss' birthday was last month, a restaurant called the Chestnut Street Inn in Sheffield (http://www.chestnut-inn.com/), served a dinner on April Fool's Day, celebrating the belated big day.  My friend Cindy and I went to a fabulously delicious, delightfully devilish, feast that was served backwards, of course!  Dessert first and appetizers last, we laughing lasses had a boisterous blast!