Here' s my Mom with her lifelong idol, Elvis. I'm going to miss her. The last two years of her life were not what you want for your mother, or anyone for that matter. I will try to remember something about her every day. Yesterday I taught Katie how to make noodles like her Grandma did. They turned out great and we had a classic meal.2009 was the year of grief, wine & books for me. I set out this year to read 36 books. How did i do you ask? I think I made it. I'll compile the list soon. I am also working on the year in music which I'll post soon as well.
Have been listening to Vic Chesnutt all weekend. If you are familiar with his music, you already know he was a tortured soul. He wrote simple, lovely songs about the human condition in all of its strength and frailty. He was a bold personality that I was lucky enough to witness on 3 occasions. The first time I met him was in Champaign at Mabel's. I was there to see Bob Mould on his first post - Husker tour. The opening act was some guy named Vic Chesnutt. When my friend LaReau and I arrived at Mabels there was this guy at the bottom of the stairs in a wheel chair berating people who were not willing to carry him up the stairs. It was a fairly uncomfortable scene. So LaReau and I carried him up and he thanked us for not being dicks. Little did we know he was the opening act. I was blown away by his performance and bought West of Rome. I counted this weekend that I have 13 of his records. he was a genius.
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