Archive | August 2013

Grease – without John Travolta and Olivia Newton John

I’ve been playing with a community orchestra for the summer, and this is the final week of practice. Today was also the first time the orchestra met with the performers, so it was an important practice. I’m playing my 5-string electric bass with this group, and I have to say I’m having a great time. I’ve got the amp turned up loud, and groovin’ along with a lot of 50’s style music.

While we were practicing I was amused, and maybe feeling a bit smug, when the cast, all of whom are young adults, checked out the orchestra. Usually there are few surprises, we’re all a bunch of musicians of varying ages, but it still raises a few eyebrows first, when the bass player is a woman, and second, and most amusing, when the rockin’ bassist is the same age as most of their mothers.

When I was that age, I would never in a million years have imagined my mother playing in a quasi-rock band. Sometimes I wonder what my own children think of me, with all the things I do. Most of the time they just shake their heads, but when they were little, they didn’t really realize that none of their friends’ mothers did any of this stuff.

Next weekend, dress rehearsal on stage Friday, then Saturday, 2 performances. If you live in my area, I invite you to come to The Act Theatre and have some fun.

 

Honey I’m home!

After nearly a week, I’m back home safe and sound after a long journey. Maybe not long for some, but since I drove, it was long for me. Last week a friend and I drove to the OCW writer’s conference in Portland, OR.

Since we all know each other online, but most have never met each other face to face, we all wear name tags. Some tags had identifiers, for example mine said “Faculty” then under that, what I was doing on an official basis for the conference – Author, Mentor, Worship Team. For others, it simply had the city that person was from. I guess the tags only had one line for a description, so that’s what mine said.

Many people asked where I was from, so I said “Vancouver.” Keeping in mind that we were in Portland, OR, most people nodded and said “Oh” while mentally placing on the map how far everyone came from. Looking on the map, Vancouver, WA is next door to Portland OR. Therefore, I let the pause hang after the “Oh” then qualified it after about 5-10 seconds, adding “Canada”. Eyes widened, everyone then said an additional “Oooooohhhhhh……”  Only needing to be asked a dozen or so times, I knew the question about to be asked. My reply. “Yes, it was a long drive. Eh.”

But the drive was great. Long, but I don’t think there was more than a minute of dead air space between myself any my friend Tina as the tires ate up the miles. Once we arrived at the conference I had a good time with old friends and made a lot of new ones. Since I was taking appointments to coach beginning authors I couldn’t attend all the classes, but I went to some, and they were good. I talked to a few editors, some professionally and some socially, plus I played bass guitar for the worship band. Overall it was a great conference, even though I never made it to the pool.

Maybe next year.