tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69028087591233027792024-03-05T02:52:47.338-05:00ON AND OFF OF MASS AVENicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-49328824029712025212011-03-01T11:03:00.000-05:002011-03-01T11:04:41.487-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomtmMNvVTux293Xh3fVHEyod8w0AgSPdjK3j0n66ihpHCjcB3e3cIOJ2xFPF98uWASySlo7OXd5AEgQuVkuQezGhQ_P4gaaunVrC86elvb4yKVMnuxKYzUwRzCYUGQBssdsyXdpoqmeg9/s1600/oaooma_AllNames_web_400x608.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomtmMNvVTux293Xh3fVHEyod8w0AgSPdjK3j0n66ihpHCjcB3e3cIOJ2xFPF98uWASySlo7OXd5AEgQuVkuQezGhQ_P4gaaunVrC86elvb4yKVMnuxKYzUwRzCYUGQBssdsyXdpoqmeg9/s320/oaooma_AllNames_web_400x608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579143082066791026" border="0" /></a>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-57500776750751560962010-10-21T18:06:00.007-04:002010-10-22T13:11:44.493-04:00'On and Off' Showcase 03/08/11!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7eOaBArkhgG4TiAcYeluAq6yiFgKZoerzxENIGk8z79Flc2M96r5NBVRVaLJQckPdgFygN0Bp0SZgE82tqBHnwq7uFN6GzgMs_NDwDypvXtegSTpRocvk2gi1MCeaFB1mHOooYJOMjjG/s1600/41333_418363001187_614526187_4982020_169006_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7eOaBArkhgG4TiAcYeluAq6yiFgKZoerzxENIGk8z79Flc2M96r5NBVRVaLJQckPdgFygN0Bp0SZgE82tqBHnwq7uFN6GzgMs_NDwDypvXtegSTpRocvk2gi1MCeaFB1mHOooYJOMjjG/s320/41333_418363001187_614526187_4982020_169006_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530919250618718866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />SAVE THE DATE for the next </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >On and Off </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">event at <a href="http://www.clubpassim.org/">Club Passim</a>! It will be on March 8, 2011 and will include another batch of incredible local musicians. So far... <a href="http://www.dennisbrennan.com/">Dennis Brennan</a>! Honorary local, <a href="http://www.margaretglaspy.com/">Margaret Glaspy</a>! <a href="http://markerelli.com/">Mark Erelli</a>! and <a href="http://jesstardy.com/">Jess Tardy</a>! Backed by Billy Beard on drums! Zachariah Hickman on bass! and Mark Erelli in guitar! Guests are inevitable and surprises in store.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We can't wait!</span></span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-51816561817618029882010-05-27T18:33:00.015-04:002010-06-05T13:33:02.651-04:00Farewell, Austin!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9j2g-fZiPerL96n45k-j9atRsyjSSFYBYxPO1uAEOpvfnjef_1qR97SRksbhyphenhyphenmu22mxBLNPFz1Ufmi0kATWQ46YMo70lWKWUnnYA8sBlFuLJs6LKiWitgjRtOKVQDxt6aEzaTcFQiEQwQ/s1600/30274_392769156187_614526187_4319183_6231400_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9j2g-fZiPerL96n45k-j9atRsyjSSFYBYxPO1uAEOpvfnjef_1qR97SRksbhyphenhyphenmu22mxBLNPFz1Ufmi0kATWQ46YMo70lWKWUnnYA8sBlFuLJs6LKiWitgjRtOKVQDxt6aEzaTcFQiEQwQ/s320/30274_392769156187_614526187_4319183_6231400_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476103936519878194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs513.ash1/30274_392769156187_614526187_4319183_6231400_n.jpg"><br /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am leaving Austin a few days from today. I wish I were the 13 year-old girl who once wrote endlessly about her experiences and the meanings she found in them. I am not, but I miss that freedom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">While I am certain that Austin is not the city for me, I do not regret the move in the least. I had no hesitation when I arrived to town. I had already gone through and subscribed to all the local club listings. I had my favorite spots scoped out from visits to town in the past years, and I was quick to take recommendations from friends. I completely understand why people in Austin are SO proud to live here. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My favorite place to see music in Austin is undoubtedly the </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.continentalclub.com/">Continental Club</a><span style="font-family:arial;">. Everything is red inside. I love the chic but dive-y. I love Sarah, the hot, tattooed waitress that rolls her eyes at customers when they block the service station.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The first night I was officially out to take in some Austin music, was on a Sunday. I went to </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.momosclub.com/">Momo's</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> to see <a href="http://www.warrenhood.com/">Warren Hood</a>. He is quite the talent. Momo's has a sweet patio where you can see and hear the music pretty well, too. A friend said that the Sunday night thing to do was to head over to the Continental afterward for </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.heybale.com/">Heybale!</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> (the exclamation is part of the name.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was already after 11, but I am so glad that I went. I can sum up </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >the why</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> with these two words: </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.reddvolkaert.net/">Redd Volkaert</a><span style="font-family:arial;">. He, along with all the band members in Heybale! are incredible. I have gone out to see Redd play several times since coming to town. I will let the links provide more related info.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Another spot for great Austin music is </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.thesaxonpub.com/">the Saxon</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Pub. The first thing I noticed was how nice the room sounds. I went on a Monday night to hear </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.matttheelectrician.com/">Matt the Electrician</a><span style="font-family:arial;">. Matt and his band put on a great show. It is a weekly residency that I wish I would have gone out for a few more times before leaving town. I tried again but I did not know he was out on a tour. I ended up staying to hear </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.bobschneidermusic.com/">Bob Schneider</a><span style="font-family:arial;">. What a scene! The chicks dig Bob. He is a good songwriter. perhaps a little too pop to move me, but solidly good.<br /><br />I went to see <a href="http://www.randyweeks.com/">Randy Weeks</a> on a few occasions. My new pal, <a href="http://www.killerartistsagency.com/">Killer</a>, told me to check him out. I like him a lot. He has great songs, a cool voice and he is fun to see play live. In certain songs he reminded me of Jimmy Ryan. I think it was his vocal style in some of his songs. You will probably appreciate Weeks at least as much as I do. Lucinda Williams covered his song, "Can't Let Go," on <span style="font-style: italic;">Car Wheels on a Gravel Road</span>.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tonight I went out to the Continental for the last time (while living in TX) to see <a href="http://www.planetcasper.com/">Planet Casper</a>, then to Stubb's for the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/coveters">Coveters</a>.<br /><br />I had never heard of <a href="http://www.robynludwick.com/">Robyn Ludwick</a> until I saw her perform with Casper. I reminded myself of her name again and again so that I could come home and find out more about her music. This discovery was the highlight, since I was not feeling much connective energy from the Coveters. Maybe I needed to give them more than three songs... or maybe it just isn't my thing.<br /><br />Goodnight, Austin.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">xo</span></span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-9177054488342997322010-05-17T13:32:00.009-04:002010-05-20T14:13:55.601-04:00Critical Music<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8aqegBpRmCRTzIN1QJmCurVRFcDYhFKRZd4_phqgQ06H5TmwzIbVr61L4F9qu660m3ZfzL7gOk7aATNk7V5hCKkVvsF_Io5zrUvC4uxxK75zaROz3LG3pLomx5onYPyxmTwxj6bz_syV/s1600/n701044611_2015441_9142.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8aqegBpRmCRTzIN1QJmCurVRFcDYhFKRZd4_phqgQ06H5TmwzIbVr61L4F9qu660m3ZfzL7gOk7aATNk7V5hCKkVvsF_Io5zrUvC4uxxK75zaROz3LG3pLomx5onYPyxmTwxj6bz_syV/s320/n701044611_2015441_9142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472296829814502354" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >*Critical Hang 2009</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I have a new blog. </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://criticalmusic.tumblr.com/">Critical Music </a><span style="font-family:arial;">is the place to find out what music happenings are top notch (according to me.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There is a </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.google.com/calendar/embed?src=fhbv1insraehpg2vegb3olmd0c%40group.calendar.google.com&ctz=America%2FNew_York&gsessionid=U2Jr4FnunHGNB42rm54Cag">calendar</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> associated with the blog that will help keep track of it all. Everyone always says they want me to do this... but now that I am, make use, people! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Much love from Austin... then Arizona... then home to Somerville in July.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">xo</span></span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-27247281805299825262010-04-18T22:32:00.020-04:002010-05-17T13:53:07.577-04:001800 Mass Ave<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm12hubFQKa-bCSIHhRShiKYu03-5Ek_VKS2PQqJPkUJ2A4kD8adr8NFjk1-0JTphg2j9DOk791iSx_vrV_wBd91Pp_m6_77mJvcxhT0EZstFiqeaJIssGOp_Qau6ZUh2p34Bx7Bao4Oiw/s1600/060915e+SF+GGP+deYoung+w+Troy+0083-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm12hubFQKa-bCSIHhRShiKYu03-5Ek_VKS2PQqJPkUJ2A4kD8adr8NFjk1-0JTphg2j9DOk791iSx_vrV_wBd91Pp_m6_77mJvcxhT0EZstFiqeaJIssGOp_Qau6ZUh2p34Bx7Bao4Oiw/s320/060915e+SF+GGP+deYoung+w+Troy+0083-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462005380472364450" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Friends know that I ended up in Cambridge because my beloved brother moved there from where we grew up; in the land of the saguaro. I was nineteen, and I have called the Boston area <span style="font-style: italic;">home</span> until recently, at 32. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >You also know that I am a lover/writer of poems. The one I am adding to this entry is appropriate to this blog since it is in praise of Mass Ave, though the sentiment predates a time where my passion was for the music you will find there. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >This poem was written only a couple of months before I moved to Austin. Maybe it can be a little view into my head before I made the leap. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>~<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >1800 Massachusetts Avenue (#23)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Mister Van Growling was a small bear of a man.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Who wore his steps on the sidewalks smooth</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >From the Starbucks store at Packard’s Corner</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >To his room overlooking Massachusetts Avenue</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >In Porter Square- where he read his poems aloud</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >While standing on a milk crate below ground in the Subway.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Van Growling did not hesitate departing our desert city home.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >He would see me disappear from the car’s rear window-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >As he escaped my body sank to the ground and wept him farewell.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >I followed Growling to Cambridge where he would push me in to snow piles</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >All along the Avenue, with a sinister howl that was all too familiar.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >I visited Van Growling at the building at 1800 Massachusetts Avenue,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Time and time again he would come down the steps</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Wearing his brown Carhartt jacket and a smile for his sister.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Do not send mail, my brother, the elusive Van Growling no longer resides here.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >I am standing across the way, raising my gaze to his window-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Struggling to keep my body from sinking to the ground, wishing he did still.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >He sits atop a hill in Dolores Park; his smile is for San Francisco.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >His sister is a New Englander, at least for now-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Tomorrow Massachusetts Avenue waits for us with just fallen snow.</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-51329092072590471642010-04-09T11:16:00.013-04:002010-04-19T21:10:32.322-04:00Raise Your Voices<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqavrdtIQejoFrT754xuitr-gJUKgAVY29VfIUm2oe4oLhicYqCiFU1qcNmj1m0GsJoqN6HwS1bzAdLETR5CF_y6vOnSZgCF2smNh8qEaEnAauCfAYw6C32qycxr0eXGZ5uFI82TeYwef/s1600/mitchell-passim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqavrdtIQejoFrT754xuitr-gJUKgAVY29VfIUm2oe4oLhicYqCiFU1qcNmj1m0GsJoqN6HwS1bzAdLETR5CF_y6vOnSZgCF2smNh8qEaEnAauCfAYw6C32qycxr0eXGZ5uFI82TeYwef/s400/mitchell-passim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458189878959930626" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hadestown</span>: make plans to go</span></span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHALA7IhRW6Q5CLw1T021rBAQHETDj9Y_hXJXoudLGdMTqrqVtq_aQsXW7ycLbWLyiIi_BYUqTV4WiBDq02MBpg_EKRyDrivIZBVV-4GYRfKIq1a7kDO-t1uIG8hy2L0hstJ4saS9hL_K/s1600/musi22.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHALA7IhRW6Q5CLw1T021rBAQHETDj9Y_hXJXoudLGdMTqrqVtq_aQsXW7ycLbWLyiIi_BYUqTV4WiBDq02MBpg_EKRyDrivIZBVV-4GYRfKIq1a7kDO-t1uIG8hy2L0hstJ4saS9hL_K/s320/musi22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458159955147988594" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pauljanovitz.com/">*photo by Paul <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Janovitz</span></a><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />I had his profile tattooed on the back of my right shoulder before leaving Boston for Austin... the least you can do is vote for the <a href="http://www.myspace.com/timgearan">TIM <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">GEARAN</span></a> band in this poll:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://thephoenix.com/BMP/Boston/vote/widget/?v=Roots" frameborder="0" height="445" width="300"></iframe><br /></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-18471469855660918902010-04-06T12:03:00.017-04:002010-04-20T22:54:23.942-04:00Off the Avenue<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvI8DPUt-H2noe1TsMdWIyAGWkIuGrhtC-DbpYneVZgN7uYFt0o905b4ZMY6H2640AtkQI5D-FBfNoKIZ5k-qX2IT3Ekntm4dZlChxJBwft6esP5Jn-whlVjJmb2qxIfbyt8w7UjKLtsjB/s1600/267743511_S2AkG-M.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 391px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvI8DPUt-H2noe1TsMdWIyAGWkIuGrhtC-DbpYneVZgN7uYFt0o905b4ZMY6H2640AtkQI5D-FBfNoKIZ5k-qX2IT3Ekntm4dZlChxJBwft6esP5Jn-whlVjJmb2qxIfbyt8w7UjKLtsjB/s400/267743511_S2AkG-M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457080305110670402" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">*photo by Jon Strymish</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >This one is coming to you from my new home in (south) Austin, Texas.<br /><br />I sit here with a cup of some of the <a href="http://www.currasgrill.com/">best coffee</a> I have ever tasted and I am still surprised to be here and not in Camberville/Sombridge making plans to have margaritas with <a href="http://www.clubpassim.org/">you</a> tonight.<br /><br />I have been out a few times in Austin, and so far I have found that the food and cocktails alone have justified the move. (!)<br /><br />Now because you are dying to know... the live music here is fine. There are a lot of places to find it, and in just a tiny fraction of time, I have seen a handful of genius players at work.<br /><br />I think anyone who treasures the musicians along Mass Ave like I do will agree that it is not </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >just </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >that it is a talented songwriter/player community. It is this along with who they are; people that if I were the weight of a sack of (red bliss) potatoes, I would run and jump into their arms when I see them. I would climb them like the oak trees that they are. (inspired by the famous words of Jess Tardy</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >, "I'd like to climb him like a tree.") They are friends to love.<br /><br />You never move to a new city and expect that you will find a replacement for everything you left behind. My psychotic loyalty is your assurance. I cannot imagine sinking down into the refuge of a place so beloved to me as the <a href="http://www.lizardloungeclub.com/">Lizard Lounge</a> is, and seeing anything like a <a href="http://sessionamericana.com/">Dinty Child</a> sitting among the SA setup, tuning up one of the dozen instruments they use up there.<br /><br />In case I am unclear, I am happy and loving my new city. I am satisfied with having found a true love in the Cambridge music scene. There is not an equivalent to be discovered Anywhere on the planet, at least not for me. I did not move to Austin specifically to hear more/better/different music, I came here to discover more of me.<br /><br />You who know me know this: my passion for what I love does not run out or stop functioning. I am in it. I will admit, and appear silly (because I am) and tell you that when I think about having cutoff my musical access to Tim Gearan and Duke Levine, I instantly plummet into stubborn, silent weeping. Rose P is not going to sit here and play her new song for me either, is she. So in the meantime, I just text Sean Staples. Because he oversees it all for me, and will undoubtedly text me back.<br /><br />I need a warm-up for this Oaxaca blend coffee, and to get back to living in this fabulous new town I am in.<br /><br />::n.a.s::<br /><br />p.s.<br />Advice on making this happen is welcome:<br /><br />"I was just thinking that you need live feed cameras at all the rooms in Sombridge so you can monitor all the musical happenings from your command central position. I picture a bank of monitors and speakers, with a continuous supply of margaritas. Of course you would want to pay the cover to these needy musicians, so you would have direct deposit to their accounts. We at least HAVE to get you a live feed of the Anais show next week (and Sub Rosa, and Kev, and Hayride, and, and, and.)" ~Dinty Child, Facebook</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-82547582778341628232010-02-18T09:54:00.016-05:002010-04-19T20:49:57.984-04:00Oh Hear Us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHORuX_oifYBUs8ZivYiPD4lQ5TOyyrenqiWy_UZARFqD-8s46WZZ3pQBOc9zPXJbNI-gdacBltBa8gaDDknHLXpBPYrajgMjOB6VnTRJGp7KlUdyJZORNxwyLeoXjrjQxY-x53f5ve3P/s1600-h/jkimball6354060637-O.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQHORuX_oifYBUs8ZivYiPD4lQ5TOyyrenqiWy_UZARFqD-8s46WZZ3pQBOc9zPXJbNI-gdacBltBa8gaDDknHLXpBPYrajgMjOB6VnTRJGp7KlUdyJZORNxwyLeoXjrjQxY-x53f5ve3P/s400/jkimball6354060637-O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439645649017785026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />I have posted yet another video from the 2007 film project benefit at Club Passim.<br /><br />This video is an incredibly gorgeous version of <a href="http://www.jenniferkimball.com/index.php?page=home">Jennifer Kimball</a><a href="http://www.jenniferkimball.com/index.php?page=home">'s</a>, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Eternal Father</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >. Rose Polenzani lends her sweet voice to the mix, while Duke Levine stands heroically by, on electric.<br /><br />The song is from Jennifer's last record,<a href="http://www.jenniferkimball.com/index.php?page=cds&category=01--Jennifer%7Cs_music"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh Hear Us</span></a>, released in 2006. The first verse comes from the hymn </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Eternal Father</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > and the second from </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Our God Our Help in Ages Past</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >.<br /><br />I can't say how much I miss Jennifer and her music here around the Avenue. She and the family are due to return from Ireland in June. Until then we have a few <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/onandoffofmassave">YouTube</a> videos to tide us over.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Eternal father strong to save<br />Whose arm does bind the restless wave<br />Who biddst the mighty ocean deep<br />Its own apointed limits keep<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" class="tab" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Oh hear us when we cry to thee<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" class="tab" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >For those in peril on the sea<br /><br />Time, like an ever-rolling stream<br />Bears all its children soon away<br />To fly forgotten as a dream<br />Dies at the opening of the day<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" class="tab" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Oh, hear us when we cry to thee<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" class="tab" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >For those in peril here with me<br /><br />Oh let the darkness shine as light<br />Make endless nightime to be bright<br />When fear and sorrows all have passed<br />Then face to face well meet at last<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" class="tab" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Be still when tears are wiped from men<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" class="tab" > </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Whose eyes shall never weep again,<br />weep again, weep again.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_OE8gEQ0u4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_OE8gEQ0u4&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-13382047672924903242010-01-21T12:41:00.011-05:002010-04-19T20:50:38.008-04:00Dark Eyes Shining Darkly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVuJz6cqLSrc4q9tOxwYZK9WEuBVjCNQcC_2-tlB3_sQuIDvEtpyEyM5RR0OzjokbCeDnPx6s_uH791BO13Y4mrj6nEootbZB6OOCJLJwa7JZ3Nc09UyIt1HNaoklMA0JrCgNcJQEZ_Ui/s1600-h/4281_105767251360_67810931360_2393848_4979835_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVuJz6cqLSrc4q9tOxwYZK9WEuBVjCNQcC_2-tlB3_sQuIDvEtpyEyM5RR0OzjokbCeDnPx6s_uH791BO13Y4mrj6nEootbZB6OOCJLJwa7JZ3Nc09UyIt1HNaoklMA0JrCgNcJQEZ_Ui/s400/4281_105767251360_67810931360_2393848_4979835_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429255505606762274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Only a handful of songs have ever effected me like </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >"</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Your Fonder Heart." When I first heard the song, my eyes welled, heart swelled, my head whirled and I lifted off the ground... like how a great song can make you soar.<br /><br />Why? Though I never know the exact thing about art that shifts my being, I imagine that with this song it has a lot to do with glowing energy that enters the room when Anaïs plays it, the visually striking language she uses along with its moving sentiment, and her disarming delivery. I was captured by that rawness in her style of singing and playing from the second I saw her take the stage at a Club Passim </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Campfire</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > festival.<br /><br />When I first began taking the camera out to shows, I shot a lot of my favorite artists around town with no specific focus regarding the </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >On and Off Mass Ave </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >project. I have been having a ball uploading some of that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/onandoffofmassave">footage</a> and sharing with the people. Here are the lyrics to the song along with the video I shot at Club Passim at the CD release for </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >The Brightness</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > in 2007.<br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" class="bold bigger2"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://anaismitchell.com/">Your Fonder Heart</a></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> come out, come on, come outside<br />don’t you hide your handsome face from me<br />I want to see you half-lit in the half-light<br />laughing with the whites of your dark eyes<br />shining<br />darkly </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> way over yonder I’m waiting and wondering<br />wither your fonder heart lies </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> come out, the streets are breathing<br />heaving green to red to green<br />come with your nicotine and wine<br />tambourine keeping time<br />come and find me in the evening </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> way over yonder I’m waiting and wondering<br />wither your fonder heart lies<br />way over yonder I’m waiting and wondering<br />whether your fonder heart lies </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> come out, come inspired<br />you will not come to harm<br />if I cannot take you for a liar or a lover<br />I’ll take you for my brother in arms </span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> way over yonder I’m waiting and wondering<br />wither you fonder heart lies<br />way over yonder I’m waiting and wondering<br />whether your fonder heart lies </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jcGdMbq3Bik&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jcGdMbq3Bik&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-21973256579644147952009-12-21T14:33:00.010-05:002010-04-19T20:51:21.758-04:00Christmastime All Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-LcxoIE_neqBXWERvB-x1IE5hKsQeMnol3mbT9bsruOFepQX_1SQPP54vwpCjRetz6ZQUt5FQx8WKUMsd9C6rcSsMv0iDysh8-RZgZnyQnn4vIUeY24WfWioC_wIQJPT1N60SCOgn-pa/s1600-h/CharlieBrown_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-LcxoIE_neqBXWERvB-x1IE5hKsQeMnol3mbT9bsruOFepQX_1SQPP54vwpCjRetz6ZQUt5FQx8WKUMsd9C6rcSsMv0iDysh8-RZgZnyQnn4vIUeY24WfWioC_wIQJPT1N60SCOgn-pa/s320/CharlieBrown_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417780990162461650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />My housemates really wanted a Christmas tree- but I repeatedly complained that I didn't, and added that I would be the only one at home for the Holidays this year.<br /><br />My Christmas spirit has been snuffed, I am not going to lie. It seems we wait to experience magic on one day, to give to those we cherish, to sing of joy and thanks, then to overshadow religion with commercialism. I know, it can be a fun tradition.<br /><br />I celebrate everyday- everything that I love is loved and enjoyed with all of my soul. I raise my glass, my spirits soar and it is the </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >most wonderful time of the year</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > every time.<br /><br />The video below made me a little swoon-y, admittedly. So fine, Mary Flo, you can move your lovely little Christmas tree to the living room when you go home for Christmas.<br /><br />Thanks to Rose, Rose, Laura, Matt and Jen<br />for making another thing for me to love.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqBVW1Pwknk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqBVW1Pwknk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-65386633237869842342009-12-08T09:48:00.013-05:002010-04-19T20:49:09.552-04:00Sean Staples: Joy Comes Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCB73PBy9Iah1i_8p9MqA0wFnuWFtq6fMKl7Jz-Wdx92UrFxLK90T64nWANgIHeDASOlhO3xnMYaHbUqgWEiJ3SvEAqqFsn5cAg_44XK691ZtDy3DVgZqt-Tys0pvz_5gv0FNcHm6Gc9y/s1600-h/3199_65281241187_614526187_1741829_2655610_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCB73PBy9Iah1i_8p9MqA0wFnuWFtq6fMKl7Jz-Wdx92UrFxLK90T64nWANgIHeDASOlhO3xnMYaHbUqgWEiJ3SvEAqqFsn5cAg_44XK691ZtDy3DVgZqt-Tys0pvz_5gv0FNcHm6Gc9y/s320/3199_65281241187_614526187_1741829_2655610_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412880572049703618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Friends of <a href="http://sessionamericana.com/index.php?page=bio&category=06--Individual_Photo-slash-Bios&display=24">Sean Staples</a> gathered to celebrate his 40th Birthday last night in Cambridge.<br /><br />As we waited to surprise Sean at <a href="http://www.atwoodstavern.com/music.php">Atwood's</a>, Matt Smith told me of a time where Sean played solo gigs in town, long before I would become so endeared to him, his voice and songs.<br /><br />Dwelling on the opposite side of the Charles, I missed seeing Sean with the <a href="http://www.krisdelmhorst.com/albums/vinal.html">Vinal Avenue String Band</a>, and when he played Jesus in <a href="http://www.btifilms.com/jh2m/index.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Jesus Has Two Mommies</span></a>. But it was not long after that I found one of my favorite local musicians in him.<br /><br />It was among the chaos and delight that is Session Americana when I first noticed the glittery brilliance (that's right) that Sean exudes when he plays songs. He sings so quietly about love lost, as abruptly about cocaine- ridiculously in his element in a group of natural artists like Session.<br /><br />I always hope that he knows the value of his existence in the community. All the stages I watch him perform on with his bands or while accompanying other songwriters, it would not be as great- we would not love it as hard without Sean.<br /><br />Sean was one of the first people we interviewed for the OAOMA film project. He spent hours telling us about his history in the scene, and through him I have gained a wealth of knowledge about the people and places that make up my prized association- living among their songs and sounds. Invigorating and restful, live music is home... Sean Staples is a major piece of the puzzle.<br /><br />As I looked around the bar at the Birthday celebration, I felt so grateful to be among Sean's family, band-mates and friends alike. With the help of Atwood's staff, the crowd rallied together for a reunion-style group photo. I watched everyone gathering around Sean and the world looked so beautiful right then.<br /><br />A hard day, a hard month- but I am reminded how JOY COMES BACK.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efGXph2s5Lw&feature=player_embedded">Here</a> is Paula Gearan's fuzzy iPhone video of Tim, Lou Ulrich, and Sean performing Sean's song, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Joy Comes Back</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, Sean!!!! (dec 5)</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-65314388343312845152009-11-01T10:13:00.013-05:002010-04-19T20:53:06.935-04:00"If I Could Hit You"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CGqBbm7oUPc_R2IlHB99U7PLQE3Fy8EG-N6JFRBPecjimMOH8CcIhoTWeRUXyIuUYIVMXpGMh8NVNiOsFOhppB1Dqu7BynLauDY-Hk8H2c5KCgGhCixRgtRoGvVlQcHLLsa3x1nCBGxc/s1600-h/8926_176151189624_176135529624_2574429_1456481_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CGqBbm7oUPc_R2IlHB99U7PLQE3Fy8EG-N6JFRBPecjimMOH8CcIhoTWeRUXyIuUYIVMXpGMh8NVNiOsFOhppB1Dqu7BynLauDY-Hk8H2c5KCgGhCixRgtRoGvVlQcHLLsa3x1nCBGxc/s320/8926_176151189624_176135529624_2574429_1456481_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399917968412989506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Hello, November.<br /><br />I am sitting at the kitchen table at our house in Somerville... black coffee beside me, on the stereo Peter Mulvey is singing "Dynamite Bill." What a likable day.<br /><br />Last night I uploaded two more videos to the film project YouTube channel. This one is Rose Polenzani singing her song, "If I Could Hit You," with Session Americana. The song is on the record she made with Session, <a href="http://www.rosepolenzani.com/when-the-river-meets-the-sea/">WHEN THE RIVER MEETS THE SEA</a>.<br /><br />Also! Announcing <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/pages/CRITICAL-HANG/176135529624?ref=ts">Critical Hang</a> 2010. Together with my friends Yukon and Colleen, I am planning the next big party. Brian Schwartz calls me a "community organizer," I like that.<br /><br />And I love this:</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LON37TQgAAM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LON37TQgAAM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-7056236509094843602009-10-24T12:04:00.009-04:002010-04-19T20:54:27.069-04:00"You Awaken My Highest Hopes"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcPDCGOzJZC1vDDO5iDS2Oddw21_DJJKeklA6_LWIFvC9N1xdCVWhf8GYCOR_0ncdcXV13OFedWG8B79u_La4KpdhcgvhcH7JRdXHVgH3UVhyphenhyphenTuk1pvnP5QXNEJ4jNeBf57rP8lpKdrv0/s1600-h/n614526187_1300241_1996.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcPDCGOzJZC1vDDO5iDS2Oddw21_DJJKeklA6_LWIFvC9N1xdCVWhf8GYCOR_0ncdcXV13OFedWG8B79u_La4KpdhcgvhcH7JRdXHVgH3UVhyphenhyphenTuk1pvnP5QXNEJ4jNeBf57rP8lpKdrv0/s320/n614526187_1300241_1996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399923075695310098" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />It is a rainy day in Boston, what better thing to do than watch these mesmerizing artists sing their sweet songs? This one is Rose Polenzani's "Highest Hopes."<br /><br />The song was inspired by a trip Rose took to NYC with our fabulous friend <a href="http://www.wyep.org/music/hosts/hosts.php?id=90">Cindy Howes</a>. Above is a photo of Cindy awakening our </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Highest Hopes</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > at one of our famous family dinners last year.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwsvjqY84kY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zwsvjqY84kY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Next is Meg Hutchinson performing her song "I'd Like To Know." I think this is going to tear you up, but in a good way... one of Meg's many talents.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qmliTb7yhk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qmliTb7yhk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Enjoy!</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-5712527413301866892009-10-23T08:58:00.007-04:002010-02-19T12:46:24.518-05:00Ladies and Gentlemen...The MAGNIFICENT tellers of my soul, Tim Gearan and Duke Levine.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDK7xU9s7lM&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDK7xU9s7lM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-32593768508826270172009-10-22T16:47:00.008-04:002010-04-19T20:55:13.224-04:00"In Between the River and the Sea"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuftnHsd31mAK1s7zK0s5gwoGrhDCC3Xrzten1Abp2DWEEztip7KZn74rIMANrymRnuojFPKvKpwQMfsg3-zVv5NaqMNfkJ9RQsc3I_QEc3ybQjljzqiEZ6kS2F81j9ajsp8fTZLGCXbAx/s1600-h/BenefitPromo-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuftnHsd31mAK1s7zK0s5gwoGrhDCC3Xrzten1Abp2DWEEztip7KZn74rIMANrymRnuojFPKvKpwQMfsg3-zVv5NaqMNfkJ9RQsc3I_QEc3ybQjljzqiEZ6kS2F81j9ajsp8fTZLGCXbAx/s320/BenefitPromo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395537419751357330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJAmHPR8vJI&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJAmHPR8vJI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Continuing my sincere celebration of the performers who took part in the film benefit we held at Club Passim just about two years, I give you this new video from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/onandoffofmassave">our YouTube channel</a>.<br /><br />The evening of October 25th, 2007, was a spectacular concert of the stars of my live-music-loving eyes/ears. They just so happen to be incredibly generous as well, they all agreed to play this event without hesitation or compensation.<br /><br />I have love letters and songs to sing for you all. (though the eventual completion of the project will have to be the only forthcoming evidence.)<br /><br />In praise of you, my friends.</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-82018603506370773842009-10-21T12:11:00.012-04:002010-04-19T20:56:40.248-04:00"You Could Do Alright For a Song"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj580AeSr_zNsKIJ5VkA-b1G5_zeruQuS4B6GTLmoQW-T4DpRBp3krbLZJtsi6FQYHvv02m_rLTwuBQL5OpE6labsJA2jtFirlsX_gyIKjhb1-qSt2TK_2gxpb05a8_QNcu9yAtmbKsATUE/s1600-h/OAOOMA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj580AeSr_zNsKIJ5VkA-b1G5_zeruQuS4B6GTLmoQW-T4DpRBp3krbLZJtsi6FQYHvv02m_rLTwuBQL5OpE6labsJA2jtFirlsX_gyIKjhb1-qSt2TK_2gxpb05a8_QNcu9yAtmbKsATUE/s320/OAOOMA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395209406340158594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><object height="344" width="425">It is coming up on the anniversary of the benefit that <a href="http://www.clubpassim.org/Default.asp?snid=239588931&org=clubpassim.org">Club Passim</a> generously hosted for our<a href="http://www.myspace.com/project952"> film project</a>. It will be two years on October 25! It is hard for me to believe that so much time has passed, yet I am grateful for all of the learning and experiences that I have gained in <span style="font-style: italic;">just</span> that time.<br /><br />Along with my friend Brian Schwartz, I filmed interviews with our friend Matt Smith, Manager of Club Passim, and beloved singer-songwriters, <a href="http://jenniferkimball.com/">Jennifer Kimball</a> and <a href="http://sessionamericana.com/index.php?page=bio&category=06--Individual_Photo-slash-Bios&display=24">Sean Staples</a>.<br /><br />Lacking financial resources and free time, the project has been on the dreaded back burner for too long.<br /><br />The good news is that during these past years, my LOVE of LOCAL, INDEPENDENT artists has only been nurtured a zillion times over by witnessing hundreds of live shows in our adored, musical neighborhood. A (very long) film exists in complete form in this head of mine. And if you are thinking that might not be sufficient, I agree.<br /><br />My experiences have shaped my ideas a lot since we began filming, and so that means that there is still A LOT OF WORK to be done. More interviewing of course, but most importantly, I am dreaming of a session where I gather a few up-and-coming artists with some serious live music fans, to talk about this extraordinary community we are living in, ON FILM. A long table, a big circle, whatever. A few cameras, and a lot of admiration for all the guts that were spilled at places like Toad, the Burren, the Lizard Lounge, Atwood's, Club Passim... and so many other bars and listening rooms we have witnessed over the years.<br /><br />Let's face it, some of our favorite musicians end up going out-of-pocket on gigs, or not getting paid, of getting paid $15 bucks for playing 4 hours of music. Some people earn a living at it, and some laugh at the idea of that ever happening- but most everyone is playing because of what they get out of playing music with their friends, their community. For fun.<br /><br />The next videos I am posting to my channel are of two of my favorite musicians and people on the planet. Jennifer Kimball's work has been wowing the masses for a good long time. I will go and watch her perform any chance I get. I have said to many friends, no matter how sad a song it is, Jennifer Kimball cheers me up.<br /><br /></object></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WkO41N16vs&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WkO41N16vs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><object height="344" width="425"></object></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><object height="344" width="425"><br />And if you know me, or read any previous posts on this blog, you will know how I feel about Tim Gearan. This video is Tim and Duke Levine performing one of my favorite of Tim's songs, "Little Hollywood." Enjoy!<br /><br /></object></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><object height="344" width="425"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijfXn7Hj7MA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijfXn7Hj7MA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></object><br /><object height="344" width="425"></object></span></div><object height="344" width="425"><br /></object>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-71476527296156566452009-10-19T17:25:00.011-04:002010-04-19T21:11:41.318-04:00Like a Miracle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihl7Sb-_iZrt8CfFM9B9Iqp2Goqt7XbvmJCfkiri8HeLeMwdbgWRynKs_bOkspzEhDv3t7MMDYkyo5Mu42Uisamxl4ecnCalF8r9vW0zThUvH19Ri9c14uE4gPYEnIk_XdQEKal4zA6Yov/s1600-h/l_c41938be3e6b0f41b4c2349008cc084d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihl7Sb-_iZrt8CfFM9B9Iqp2Goqt7XbvmJCfkiri8HeLeMwdbgWRynKs_bOkspzEhDv3t7MMDYkyo5Mu42Uisamxl4ecnCalF8r9vW0zThUvH19Ri9c14uE4gPYEnIk_XdQEKal4zA6Yov/s320/l_c41938be3e6b0f41b4c2349008cc084d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394438901377493954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >My incredibly gifted friend, <a href="http://www.rosepolenzani.com/">Rose Polenzani</a>, wrote a song in appreciation of her local music community. The song is "Like a Miracle," and the community she sings about is the very same one that you will see me praise everywhere this world will let me.<br /><br />Rose has a rare ability to lock-in continuous moments of stupendous vocal glory and then pair it with moving, unanticipated lyrics. As a songwriter, these things alone make her great. She has an emotional voice- I mean, every word she sings seems like she is experiencing it that second, living it, telling you fresh out of the pit of her stomach. When artists that I love are doing what they love, and simply for that reason, I think it is easy to hear, see and feel that.<br /><br />When I first had the idea to begin making a film that would celebrate Cambridge/Somerville musicians, it was watching Rose's performances that sealed the deal for me. I knew I wanted to document the pure joy and gratitude that I felt at being a witness to such an extraordinary group of artists. Rose is most often a common link among the musicians who make this area as notably brilliant as any other in the country to see live music.<br /><br />The video I am putting up today is another from the benefit we had for our project. It is Rose performing </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Like a Miracle</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > with several other local songwriters who are celebrated everywhere. Featuring Duke Levine, Dinty Child, Tim Gearan, Jennifer Kimball, Anne Heaton and Brian Webb.<br /><br />If you are interested in the project I hope you will visit www.myspace.com/project952<br />or email me at folkfilmproject at gmail.com.<br /><br />"Someone sings a song, it's a miracle."</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xza4bpfZtZ0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xza4bpfZtZ0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-44724352151667403562009-10-05T12:43:00.014-04:002010-04-19T20:58:01.285-04:00A Little Tenderness<div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dael4sb42nI&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dael4sb42nI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Last night my little gang of usual conspirators were off somewhere else and I had no thoughts about who to rally for usual Sunday shenanigans. Our tradition is to meet at the <a href="http://www.burren.com/">Burren</a> in Davis Square for the front room Americana session and a few pints of Guinness.<br /><br />From the Burren I sometimes head over to <a href="http://www.precinctbar.com/">Precinct</a> for the Sea Monsters, but last night I wanted to see another band at the <a href="http://www.highlandkitchen.com/">Highland Kitchen</a>. So I found myself a free agent and absolutely confused about what directions my legs should go. There was a brilliant moon, and it said that I could not be at home. I am a great listener when I want to be.<br /><br />I walked out of the house at quarter of eight to head down to the square. I passed a music store, where lingerers peered wantonly through the glass, then Johnny D's, where the sound of the blues jam made Holland Street a lively, lovely scene. Next up was a street musician pouring out his soul for people frolicking outside the ice cream store or sitting around in the square with friends.<br /><br />I was kicking down the street joyfully, smiling. I love <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somerville,_Massachusetts">this town</a>, and the songs I heard and the ones in my head... like "all I need is lovin' you and music, music, music..." and "we've come to the place where everything is music, everything is music, let it play."<br /><br />I stepped into the Burren and heard the sound of my Sunday around me- the boys playing songs that I never tire of hearing, and seeing the faces that I expect to see surrounding them.<br /><br />When it was over I knew these neighborhood friends would be heading to the Precinct, but I walked out unsure and solemnly aware that the night's events were more unclear than they'd ever been. So I started down Highland Avenue toward the Highland Kitchen, not so sure I would actually walk through the doors once I got there after twenty minutes of walking.<br /><br />Every other moment I considered turning back and landing home. I stopped in front of the armory and thought how pretty it looked at night... lingered by the gates of the "Little Sisters of the Poor," a home for needy elderly... but I eventually continued on.<br /><br />I did it, I walked in- and then my heart leapt at the sight of my friends Chris and Jenny. Chris has been away on tour for a long time, and having friends in the room after a weary walk was a godsend. Chris had been in a session with Laura Cortese at <a href="http://www.hindry.com/home/index.php">Hi-N-Dry</a> earlier, so they all mosied to the HK afterward. Pure delight for me to see everybody there.<br /><br />They went home after a drink, and I stayed it out. I'll wall-lean until the bitter end as my ears grab eagerly for the sound of <a href="http://www.dukelevine.com/">Duke Levine</a> on electric guitar. I am everyday more impressed at my own swooning abilities- nobody does it better.<br /><br />I left. I walked a block or so in the direction of the square, then yes, I went back again. (it may have been the moon edging me on, the way it knew to do.) I stepped into the crowded side of the bar and asked for a glass of water, then I took up a conversation with a friendly writer sitting nearby... then after telling him that I could not decide whether or not go to the Precinct for the end of the Sea Monsters show... we were in his car, on our way there. He came in with me, then I lost him.<br /><br />But I found everyone else that I had left back at the Burren, I heard some sweet music, and after another offer of a ride- I wound up with Ruth at the Tavern At the End of the World.<br /><br />I am making my way foggily through this day, listening to Otis Redding. I am thinking that last night when I was weary, the universe showed me a little tenderness.<br /><br />Thanks to all of you who are inside of the places that I will always want to go to. You are sure a tender bunch.</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-89944151214899501572009-09-29T17:08:00.008-04:002010-04-19T21:24:14.939-04:00Walking Me Home<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuupojCzTHONsWR7kCfTz7VgPu1s8UushHAbp_mggDoU59Yp0cuHULbDavjJp0rSBonDx2SMCZaAk6bStb39U9N82xvx9_QnU7QBK216oqzm534QfXwf_FzH_AbU_IWKxHgL8uJ7RFxz5/s1600-h/7030_147613826964_720301964_3195120_4925951_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicuupojCzTHONsWR7kCfTz7VgPu1s8UushHAbp_mggDoU59Yp0cuHULbDavjJp0rSBonDx2SMCZaAk6bStb39U9N82xvx9_QnU7QBK216oqzm534QfXwf_FzH_AbU_IWKxHgL8uJ7RFxz5/s320/7030_147613826964_720301964_3195120_4925951_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387010223918405762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*photo by <a href="http://janopics.blogspot.com/">Paul Janovitz</a></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Friends are always asking me how I can stay out so late every night, because I have not asked myself, I always say something to the effect of, "I don't know."<br /><br />Maybe part of it is that I believe that the second set is always better... and because the last song will be the part that comes to me in my dreams at night, and the moment of a night that lives among my nostalgic sentiments.<br /><br />A few weeks ago I went to <a href="http://www.teapartyboston.com/2009/09/tim-gearan/">Toad on a Monday night</a>. This has been part of my life for only a few years, where some people started the tradition fifteen years ago. But on this night, I had been there for many hours and was just exhausted- tearfully so. I walked out at the set break around midnight, and began my usual walk from Porter Square to Davis. I got halfway up Orchard Street, and without hesitation, I turned around and quickly walked back to Toad. The band was just finding their way back to the tiny stage, and I settled in again as if I had never left.<br /><br />This is just one example of a time where I have started home and then returned to the music.<br /><br />Last night I walked home from Toad around 2am with a couple of friends who lived near me. I felt calm and aware that I would be doing this particular walk from a Monday night Tim Gearan show, for the last time. As I walked the last stretch alone, all the memories flooded back to me. Snow storm nights, and rainy nights like last night- A heart full of love for Tim's songs, and a pure adrenaline rush from experiencing his band.<br /><br />There is something invigorating about that walk. I am not a lonely woman walking home from a bar in the middle of the night on a Monday. I am someone who LIVES. I take it all in- the feeling is unmatchable, and irreplaceable. Along the way home at night, the streets are pretty quiet, and all the places where I watch people scramble from in the daylight are left unmoving and in waiting. In that quiet the horns from the Tim Gearan Band stretch out of the dark, the rain beats in time, in the distance the car wheels pass over rough terain, and that is Timmy's voice. The music is always playing, it is always mine.<br /><br />So it really isn't gone is it... so why are my eyes full of tears?<br /><br />Monday night, I could never forget you.</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-50096194256034749982009-09-09T13:12:00.008-04:002010-04-19T21:25:05.997-04:00You Can Help<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2QRz-D0fxbmzFeNynWpmzMHgaviWkKin4n36HXNK3WRYzw8J_Epe4mYpESc8HLBxSDHxWnkD69yutCbgQIp950Gmgss8ay0mRTTDPS5lPkWpYnz1T15x-i2lnCqvc_4VRmMnc4KtAXUY/s1600-h/5453_113416696187_614526187_2461048_7899091_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2QRz-D0fxbmzFeNynWpmzMHgaviWkKin4n36HXNK3WRYzw8J_Epe4mYpESc8HLBxSDHxWnkD69yutCbgQIp950Gmgss8ay0mRTTDPS5lPkWpYnz1T15x-i2lnCqvc_4VRmMnc4KtAXUY/s320/5453_113416696187_614526187_2461048_7899091_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379523902051961122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">If you are a part of the Cambridge or Somerville music/film community or if you just love it, YOU CAN HELP US BRING </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://myspace.com/project952">THIS</a><span style="font-family: arial;"> DOCUMENTARY TO THE PUBLIC.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">In the next weeks I will be putting up footage of the Incredible artists who generously donated their talent to our benefit at Club Passim nearly 2 years ago. If you enjoy these awesome artists and their songs, consider giving to the cause!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">You can either make a donation, or give your time and energy. We need talented film editors and much more. Email me at folkfilmproject@gmail.com to find out what you might do.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Donors write and send checks to DER, with our names or the project name in the memo line. (On And Off Of Mass Ave) Make sure you include your address so they can send an acknowledgment letter.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Cynthia Close</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Executive Director</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Documentary Educational Resources</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">101 Morse Street</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Watertown MA 02472</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">www.der.org</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thanks again to everyone who attended our event, or who participated as an artist. We love you all and that is why this film should see the light of day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The first video is of our friend Chris O'brien. Antje Duvekot sings, and Lyle Brewer plays electric guitar.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"></div><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOSbYg79pRY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOSbYg79pRY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-82483766714721790112009-09-04T14:49:00.012-04:002010-04-19T21:25:43.708-04:00Meghan Says...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLCdXgzKjUPpbKLALDOcmcwNYjVVhFvDuXuUXyqbwAi1JJjV3F-Bk9Njmwkif5obAuKyP_I39LxbcFY498v8A8qdzHpWDJfQFwmdTl8aePN3_SYiWAlel2x7Ucuar2T2c5rq5zqvrP4RY/s1600-h/wpid721-20095-385-3223.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLCdXgzKjUPpbKLALDOcmcwNYjVVhFvDuXuUXyqbwAi1JJjV3F-Bk9Njmwkif5obAuKyP_I39LxbcFY498v8A8qdzHpWDJfQFwmdTl8aePN3_SYiWAlel2x7Ucuar2T2c5rq5zqvrP4RY/s320/wpid721-20095-385-3223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377697443710571794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><a href="http://www.meghanchiampa.com/">Meghan</a> says that "it is the end of an era around here."<br /><br />It was a just a few months ago that <a href="http://www.notyouraveragefolk.com/index.php/Artist-Profiles/one-for-the-ages.html">I wrote</a> how beloved the <a href="http://timgearan.com/">Tim Gearan Band</a> is to the local fan community, and how there is no place like Monday night at <a href="http://www.toadcambridge.com/calendar.asp?month=9&year=2009">Toad</a>. Will we ever know such an epic residency like this again? (The band will be playing at <a href="http://www.atwoodstavern.com/music.php">Atwood's</a> going forward... good news if you were not attached to the Friday night version of Tim's band.)<br /><br />In the remaining weeks look for me at Toad as I record memories from the regulars that helped to create the energy and magic over the years. This piece will be available to view at the <a href="http://thedelimagazine.com/boston/">Deli Magazine</a> website, probably at the end of September.<br /><br />In other News...<br /><br />This weekend is the incredible <a href="http://www.clubpassim.org/Page.asp?n=20289&snid=211986542&org=clubpassim.org">Club Passim Campfire Festival</a> in Harvard Square. Tickets are offered at a lower price this year, so if you're around, it's well worth the $10. I will be there all weekend, either at the merch table or enjoying the music.<br /><br />AND<br /><br />I have made a little fan page for <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/group.php?gid=157706220873&ref=nf">The Giant Kings on Facebook</a>, please join. Check out this fabulously fun band twice this month at the <a href="http://www.lizardloungeclub.com/main.html">Lizard Lounge</a>! I have started a poem about them- that's how cool I think they are. (Duke Levine, Kevin Barry, Chris Cote... COME ON) Maybe I will post it here when I am done.<br /><br />:kiss kiss:<br />*Check out <a href="http://dmg-photography.com/blog/tag/chris-cote">this</a> blog for more photos by David Griffin.</span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-91140911996507962822009-07-23T11:51:00.007-04:002010-01-21T13:50:08.685-05:00Mia Dyson: Through This TownCheck out my little article about fab Australian songstress, Mia Dyson over at <a href="http://www.notyouraveragefolk.com/">Not Your Average Folk</a>.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDb8jAGgD2M&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDb8jAGgD2M&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-46740641999894600922009-07-17T13:15:00.006-04:002009-12-11T17:15:42.258-05:00Best Birthday Ever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcW08ZUO0yjOgIdZTDU7gxBv22776DypEqud4WV79fI821Fzkt0YoqCdhHpQTm9TVMVC7ek3-KGCsJwebihOfVcaoWTYC4H2_sWeOMVlsXTpLqh4yIxdIIuil7rJIaFOzLBo8Jadv1Vjf9/s1600-h/lillianwells.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcW08ZUO0yjOgIdZTDU7gxBv22776DypEqud4WV79fI821Fzkt0YoqCdhHpQTm9TVMVC7ek3-KGCsJwebihOfVcaoWTYC4H2_sWeOMVlsXTpLqh4yIxdIIuil7rJIaFOzLBo8Jadv1Vjf9/s320/lillianwells.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363203032155885826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHCqdpXQAl0cPHr9smx7XWvXL3JMWEGpMkCwDq0Fpg-S556eq82n0JnuQ5m63Scvqu-4rDbJk8hPS9hppwxHcFElpYuIC0Vm2lCRz1gUKJx6zHf9CC5mUFoGuUhx3GRapKDvQ6ytzpjQ8/s1600-h/n614526187_1556730_7728.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoHCqdpXQAl0cPHr9smx7XWvXL3JMWEGpMkCwDq0Fpg-S556eq82n0JnuQ5m63Scvqu-4rDbJk8hPS9hppwxHcFElpYuIC0Vm2lCRz1gUKJx6zHf9CC5mUFoGuUhx3GRapKDvQ6ytzpjQ8/s320/n614526187_1556730_7728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359485782682552050" border="0" /></a>Nobody could have ever made me believe that I would grow to be this lucky, <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span>... loved. I am certain that I have the greatest family of friends imaginable.<br /><br />A month ago I envisioned myself going to hear live music on my birthday, not too long after that there was an entire show of my favorite local musicians playing a show at a truly <a href="http://www.atwoodstavern.com/music.php">great bar</a> in honor of it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.lastcallagency.com/">Susan Scotti</a> is the force behind this highly anticipated (at least by me) event happening on July 28th at Atwood's Tavern in Cambridge. Susan is a diamond.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=98023270771#/event.php?eid=98023270771&ref=mf">Here is the place</a> to RSVP and get more info. The music is for everyone, so I hope that you will come.Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-7481401655132815312009-05-22T15:45:00.020-04:002010-01-21T13:47:05.646-05:00Peter.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrk7AVo4O0J3NAAa5AfqFhwDQ0C76oViySJXSFNcoB-RfT_YMYrU-70rx5A6tmYU10XprJM5FzAvd1tRPxzSmWhHi3S6Ngcexyvnqr9r84wGh_gqOvy_XBHo0GvVQ5sZtY-3jy10ffK-l/s1600-h/PeterMulvey-bw1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrk7AVo4O0J3NAAa5AfqFhwDQ0C76oViySJXSFNcoB-RfT_YMYrU-70rx5A6tmYU10XprJM5FzAvd1tRPxzSmWhHi3S6Ngcexyvnqr9r84wGh_gqOvy_XBHo0GvVQ5sZtY-3jy10ffK-l/s320/PeterMulvey-bw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340618600137629922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.petermulvey.com/">Peter Mulvey</a> tells some of my favorite stories. Many he will sing, and others he will simply state- whatever way he chooses, you will surely laugh, and you will go away with something greatly bizarre or hysterical to tell your friends.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >This is my blog, so I am allowed to gush. I LOVE PETER, Peter's songs, deep voice, and way of being. If you see a live Peter Mulvey show, and you have even a little bit of passion in you, he will take your world and turn it upside down. One Mulvey-loving friend has fantasized about him reading the Yellow Pages aloud to her, and another has a tattoo of his likeness on her arm.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Here is a man who impresses to astonishment, yet can't help but promote his artist friends more than he has ever promoted himself. He doesn't stop at that, he will endear you to places you have never seen, and perhaps never will. Peter reveals it all through his own experience, and that experience always seems touched with the magical.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >He is no secret in this life, and I have no special news to share.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >It is</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > just</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > Peter.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /></span>Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6902808759123302779.post-8386035735612648982009-05-04T17:27:00.012-04:002010-01-21T13:42:43.588-05:00Border Nights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTPXAnkyw17_VJue8jbUDAZNnUUssccsFpta-LnbX1mv_NJfrdeDgX89Zn7T9QzBzdYCb742OKPEJvBbjSsWJFpGEhzb9FZ1aUPrrwrfFN5z8eWnoFEJdEZl2KSeEy9DorIpqPc_yOR3D/s1600-h/IMG_1258-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTPXAnkyw17_VJue8jbUDAZNnUUssccsFpta-LnbX1mv_NJfrdeDgX89Zn7T9QzBzdYCb742OKPEJvBbjSsWJFpGEhzb9FZ1aUPrrwrfFN5z8eWnoFEJdEZl2KSeEy9DorIpqPc_yOR3D/s320/IMG_1258-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332098489257159586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ707xvfSs0HCdHbrdjDDTHRYTLzT2P8KFEyM4vPU9E8-XFAL-K-YUzHuuYlxPRyH81h4nYUK9sDkJdD8tJOjNVWvYrWhb3qRHhDzYkvk14w7Qn8FK2VzHxElE79S9eCcGK5hRuKHXMpFh/s1600-h/3199_68541816187_614526187_1790942_4727295_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ707xvfSs0HCdHbrdjDDTHRYTLzT2P8KFEyM4vPU9E8-XFAL-K-YUzHuuYlxPRyH81h4nYUK9sDkJdD8tJOjNVWvYrWhb3qRHhDzYkvk14w7Qn8FK2VzHxElE79S9eCcGK5hRuKHXMpFh/s320/3199_68541816187_614526187_1790942_4727295_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332096958790070066" border="0" /></a>Going to see favorite musicians at <a href="http://clubpassim.org/Page.asp?n=19680&snid=154633114&org=clubpassim.org">Club Passim</a> is one of the best things about living in the Boston area.<br /><br />Ten years ago, after dinner at the <a href="http://www.bordercafe.com/locations.html">Border Cafe</a>, I walked past the window of the club and saw a stage and a roomful of audience. The restaurant is across the alley from Passim. It did not take me long to find my way through the doors and into the world of live acoustic music. Now I am at the Border a few nights a week after shows (and usually after helping stack chairs). The Border is among my <span style="font-style: italic;">home sweet homes</span>.<br /><br />I could not begin the count the times where I have taken refuge here on long <a href="http://clubpassim.org/Page.asp?n=20289&snid=166923324&org=clubpassim.org">Campfire festival</a> days... the people I have met, the stories, the insane laughter, and OH, that glorious country music that always reminds me of my childhood home of Tucson, Arizona. <span style="font-style: italic;">If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band</span>... or any number of Dixie Chicks songs.<br /><br />This post is a note of affection for my favorite local margarita haven. When I am there, I am with my beloved pals from the world of Passim... I currently recommend the <a href="http://www.patronspirits.com/">Patron</a> margarita.Nicoleeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13614147773798930513noreply@blogger.com2