Musician's Widow

This was the 10th New Year’s Eve I’ve spent with my husband.

We rang in…
2003: Billy Bob’s Texas, Ft. Worth, TX
2004: Cowboys Red River, Dallas, TX
2005: Sixth Street, Austin, TX
2006: Jubitz, Portland, OR
2007: Flag Hall, Cyclone, TX
2008: Lexington, KY
2009: Fiddle & Steel, Nashville, TN
2010: Flag Hall, Cyclone, TX
2011: Fiddle & Steel, Nashville, TN
2012: Fiddle & Steel, Nashville, TN

This was the first year that we BOTH worked the night, which meant we were together, but not. My husband taking the cover charge at the door; me, slinging drinks behind the bar.

It was a crazy  night, a bigger New Year’s Eve than I’d seen in… well… ever. SO many people downtown Nashville, and it got scary to look up at the bar patrons. Lined four deep, it got overwhelming at times, trying to keep up with the demand. We ran out of most of our beer, and we actually called it a night a little bit early.

Didn’t help much, as we still didn’t leave the bar until 5:30 am… but I have to say, I can’t think of a more satisfying way to open 2012. Working hard as the clock struck midnight. Lets hope this year is full of hard, satisfying work, where we end it looking back feeling like we’ve been successful in all our endeavors.

Happy New Year, everyone!

*Photo taken with my camera by Rose Jonas*

Most of my Nashville Family in one photo. Celebrating 15 years of our “home away from home.” A family that began in 1996 and has grown over time. SO thankful to call all of these people friends.

Until 3 pm. Yes, I slept until 3 pm yesterday. And I didn’t even get a full 8 hours of sleep in doing so. Why? Because I don’t live on any sort of “normal” schedule. I live on normal-to-me.

I’ve been a bit “off” for years now. I’d say since around the time I moved to Nashville, because I opted to be on my husband’s musician schedule. One that consisted of night shows on the road, or late night shifts downtown. We would joke that, “There’s another 10 o’clock?” Because 10 AM to us was like 4 AM to “day jobbers.”

Ever since I started bartending, its gotten wayyyy worse. Why? Because of that unseen-never-thought-about fact that people who work at the bar don’t go home as soon as the doors close. And depending on the night, I could be headed home as late as 5 AM. (In the summer, I’ve driven home watching the sun rise a time or two.) Keep in mind, 5 AM is like 5 PM to the rest of the world. I get home and sometimes I’m hungry. So I have something to eat. I ALWAYS take a shower before I go to bed after working. I have to get the cigarette smoke out of my hair, and the sticky drink mess off my arms. Then I usually want to decompress with a little news on the TV and a quick look at Facebook.

Once all this happens, I will be crawling into bed around 8 AM. And then, yes, I sleep until at least 3 PM. And, as I said, I don’t get a full 8 hours even in doing so… Really, when it comes right down to it, I’m keeping a schedule just like everyone else… only its tilted backwards by about 9 hours. Get up, go to work, put in 8 or 9 hours, come home, do the at-home thing, then sleep. Get up the next day and do it again.

Nights I don’t work, its possible that my husband plays somewhere. Generally you can knock that arrival-home time back by about an hour (maybe 30 minutes) on those nights. And, honestly, even on nights neither of us work, we end up staying on the same schedule as we would if we were working. Its not that easy to flip flop around. At least its not for me!

Anywhere else, this would be so extremely weird… but not here in Nashville. No, any given night of the week, I could call almost half my phonebook and find the person on the other end awake at 2 or 3 AM. It is almost its own little sub-culture to the city. The night owls. We’re the ones up, watching the neighborhood through the night. We’re the ones there if you just need to get out awhile. We’re the ones keeping the tourists entertained. We’re the ones doing it because we love it. Because it works for us.

We’re not weird. We’re not different. We’re just living our lives one night at a time.

Actually, don’t answer that question. I do have friends who hate chocolate. Yeah, I’ve told them they are weird. Multiple times. But doesn’t make me love ‘em any less. It just means more chocolate for me. Right?

This week, I received a Facebook message inviting me out to network and sample the new 3 Musketeers bar. Not only was I going, “Free chocolate? Uhm, YEAH!” but it happened to land on my birthday, a day I was lamenting I had no plans for at that time.  Double YEAH!

So yesterday, I got dressed up and headed down to the Loews Vanderbilt Hotel. You know, I’d driven by that hotel 489,567 times and never noticed it. Had no idea it was so fancy!! SUPER nice!

I pulled in and decided to just valet the truck. The price between self-park and valet was not enough to make me want to bother with trying to find a spot. I got my valet receipt, and I went inside. I had no idea where to go, so I just started to walk.

I noticed a woman and a teenager asking an employee something, and I squinted. Sure enough, it was a woman I’d followed on Twitter for about two years, and had friended on Facebook almost that long. I called her by name and I think I startled her. I’ve had it happen to me! People I know just from online approach me and there’s that brief moment of, “Who are you and how do you know me and why are you talking to me oh my word are you a stalker please don’t kill me.” I introduced myself and sure enough, they were heading to the meet-up as well. WHEW! Already a familiar face!

 She had asked where the meeting room was, so I walked with her and her daughter to the room. As we got name tags and checked our coats,  pulled out my camera and dug for my phone. And dug for my phone. And verbally went, to no one in particular, “Oh I did NOT just do that!”

I’d left my phone in the truck. The truck I’d just valeted. So with a sigh, I walked back to the valet booth. The man who had parked my truck was standing there and I explained what happened. He just grinned and went, “I’ll go get it for you.” I heard a laugh behind me, and a man went, “I did the same thing.”

So while we waited for the valet to come back, the man and I made small talk. He was from New Orleans, but come to find out he has family in Bryan, TX and Marlin, TX. I laughed and went, “I attended Texas A&M and my first job was the newspaper in Marlin.” He laughed and we both couldn’t believe the small world nature of our discussion.

The valet returned and handed me the phone, and I handed him a tip. I dashed back inside to the meet up.

 I snapped a few photos, and then hit the open bar. Yes, folks, an open bar. The night just got even better. Chocolate AND liquor… free… somebody hold me. I think I hear angels singing.

Most of the people were drinking wine, and while I love wine, it tends to make me super sleepy. So I decided I did NOT need wine. I noticed a bottle of Jack Daniels on the bar, so I requested a Jack and Coke. Its safe. The bartender asked if I had ever tried Jack and Ginger. I told him I hadn’t, but I knew a lot of people who liked it. I told him to go for it… lets try it. Glad I did! YUMMY! (Side note, I loved their bartender. He was SO nice and an absolute hoot to me! And he poured one heck of a drink!)

Finger food was circulating. Delicious little finger foods. My favorite was the pulled pork on a soft cracker, followed by the mushroom stuff on top of a little biscuit. Truth be told, had it not been rude, I might have chased the guy with those plates and tackled him. But, first impressions and all that. I will save it for the next meet up.

I mingled and got to meet several fabulous women! I finally met in person Malia, who I “met” through Lotus‘ Weekly Winners. I was able to talk in length with Liz of Red Hot and 40 Plus and Kasandria of Southern Bella’s Ways To Save. A moment I found particularly funny was when we all exchanged business cards, and I found myself mentally naming the fonts used on the cards instead of actually reading them.

Yes, folks, I am a nerd. What’s it to ya?

They had these rich, delicious chocolate desserts in shot glasses made with the new 3 Musketeers bar in mind. SO rich, but SO good.

Which, at this time, I’d like to take a moment to say the new 3 Musketeers bars are quite good! VERY rich, though. I can see myself buying them in mini form versus the whole bar in the future. One bite of its chocolatey, soft goodness and I’m good for awhile. Which, personally, I like. Because it’ll help me keep from over indulging on the sugar and calories all at once.

There was a giveaway of a spa package, $200 towards American Airlines tickets and a box full of chocolates. I was ONE NUMBER off from the winner of the airlines tickets. I was bummed. We could really, really use that to get to Oregon for Christmas. Pooh. Oh well.

The meet up came to an end, and it made me just giddy for the next one. Whenever it may be. Wherever it may be. I’m ready! Meeting and networking is such a boost! And I am more than ever determined to make it to the Blissdom Conference this coming February.

Thank you, 3 Musketeers for hosting this wonderful meet-up!!

Disclaimer: I was not asked to blog about the meet-up or the product. I simply chose to do so on my own!!!

As I posted earlier this week, I was in the studio shooting photos for a friend’s new recording project. First off, I really want to do more of this kind of photography. Everyone shoots live concerts. Anyone can do head shots, etc. I want to document the creative process.

And it is a process!! By the time you purchase a CD (or download a song from iTunes) hours upon hours of time went into that final product. Which is precisely why music pirating is SO damaging to the music industry! (No, this blog post isn’t going to be a huge, “Music sharing is evil!” post. So don’t run away!)

I am not going to claim to know all the ins and outs of the recording process, but I have been around enough studios to know a few things. One of those things is that I could seriously sit and watch it happen for hours. (Well, given I have slept the night before… going into the studio on no sleep is pretty much a bad idea.)

A song starts with a songwriter. The person or people who conceive an idea. It might be a throw away line someone overheard in a bar. It might just be a single concept. For example, a song that I absolutely just love written by friends came to be just because they thought it might be fun to write about tattoos.  Yes, tattoos. What came to be is a beautiful song that you should go listen to. (Visit here and check out “These Tattoos”… then go ahead and listen to everything else on that page. Kay?)

Skipping ahead a WHOOOOOOLE LOT OF STEPS, like years of tedious steps (did you know a lot of the songs you hear on radio today were probably written years ago?), lets pretend a song has been chosen to go on an album. Hallelujah, that songwriter whose heart is in the words celebrates, here we go!

Here is where the studio time comes in…

I posted on Twitter the other day that the recording process reminds me a lot of the writing editing process. You take the whole story/article/post in general, then you take it apart piece by piece. Word by word. Sentence by sentence. Perfecting it. Tweaking it. Making it a masterpiece.

Now take a song. You have the basic song — the whole story. It has a groove. Then… it comes to life as piece by piece is added. Music. Vocals. Background vocals. Each piece can take hours as you perfect it.  Bobble a segment, that’s okay. You can do it again. And again. And again. And that moment it just comes out PERFECT? You can get goosebumps its just so good. Some little pieces might get scrapped for a better idea later. Often when you leave the studio after you’ve done your part, you still have no REAL grasp of what its going to sound like in the end.

Once all the pieces have been recorded, it goes to mastering. This piece is louder than that piece. Maybe we decide we don’t REALLY want background vocals in this line, so lets cut those out. The guitar laid down a great solo over here, but the piano’s solo just fits better, so lets put that in instead.

HOURS go into the recording and editing processes. By the time you listen to that song on your iPod, a producer, artist, engineer and musicians will have spent the equivalent of days of time on it. Not to mention the love and soul of the writer that started the whole thing. Its these hours that are forgotten that I got to photograph this week. These hours that no one sees in little studios all over the place. On any given day, the #1 hit of next year could be finding life through the talents of the people whose names you may never know.

It’s a true labor of love.

I’m doing the photos for a friends CD project coming out next month. Today was day 1 of recording… day 2 to be announced. I had SO much fun, and the whole recording studio thing is a blog post in and of itself.

Today was good for me… SO good for me. I’ve been having a few moments of uncertainty about things in general. Chasing the almighty dollar versus doing what is my passion. And beyond that, my passion seems to be everyone’s passion these days. But today just put a lot of confidence back in myself… reminded me of my passion and ever-evolving skills with the camera.

Anyway, I thought I’d share some of my favorite shots from today.