I'm cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, in prep for Phil's mom's visit, which starts tonight. She's flying in from San Diego. She's an original hot ticket. 83, living single, retired psychologist, mother of 5 boys. Lived in Africa (with her husband and 5 boys!), and all over the U.S. She's super smart, a straight-shooter, and absolutely beautiful inside and out. The least I can do for her is remove the 5 pounds of dust and spider webs from the room she'll sleep in for the next 2 weeks.
While I'm doing it, I'm listening to Yaz, Upstairs at Eric's. This was the first CD I ever bought, back in, what? 1988? 87? I was living in an apartment in Reading, PA, a big flat with tall ceilings, hardwood floors, views of the city... $275 a month, a little less than what I made per week as a waitress. Times have changed, eh? But hey, I had a CD player that I probably paid way too much money for, but it was so frikkin' cool. I remember having co-workers over for some classic late 1980's late evening refreshments... and putting on this CD, telling everyone to shut the hell up, and sitting there with them just blown away by the sound. I haven't listened to this since the CD was stolen from my George St. apartment here in Burlington back in '92, so it's fun to do a little time-travel, especially today with all of the unsettledness that's going on around me.
I have a few upcoming shows:
November 24 - December 8th: Starbucks in Williston
December 1 - January 1: Daily Planet (main dining room)
Opening: Sunday, December 7th, 3:30-4:30pm
Starbucks will be a few pieces that were in the Art Hop, and the Planet show will feature new works.
In the meantime.... sing along....
Dragons, the policman knew,
were supposed to breathe, to breath fire, fire, to breathe fire
and occasionally get themseleves, get themseleves
slaughtered, slaughtered, slaughtered