I’ve previously blogged about my love of Mustangs. For a brief time, I had a Mustang – a pretty 2005 V6 that I put a lot of money into in order to bring her back to life. Then we moved to the Seattle metro area, where traffic was a gnarly, terrifying beast that the Mustang, with 130k miles on it and a lot of quirks, was ill suited to handle. I transitioned to a Fiat 500 and I loved it, but… let’s face it, a Fiat is not a Mustang.
Soooooooo….. I bought a new Mustang! A 2017 V6 I’ve named Luna. Here she is. *pets her lovingly*
I’ve figured out Seattle’s traffic and, since we live on the peninsula, I don’t drive into the city that much. Ferries, Uber/Lyft, and my company’s shuttles get me where I need to be. Planning so many spring and summer adventures in this car!
If I’m being honest, the hardest part about giving up Christianity was not the preaching or the Sunday services (or…you know…Jesus), but the music. I’ve been a massive fan of the contemporary Christian genre since I was in the sixth grade and listened to Michael W. Smith the first time.
The other genre I’ve always adored, thanks to both my father and Ricky Skaggs, is Bluegrass. I have sought out great Bluegrass for years, even when I was in my early 20s and my cohorts thought I was insane for jamming to “Country Boy” while they were listening to whatever ear-bleedingly awful pop song was popular at the time. With the new Broadway musical Bright Star out right now, Bluegrass is getting in front of fresh ears, as well as reigniting my love for the genre.
These past eight-odd months, first when I was distancing myself from Christianity and then later, when I realized that Judaism was it for me, I missed Christian music because, naturally, I gave it up. But a soulful melody has always been like a religious experience to me, and while I was finding snippets of music here and there that I liked in the Jewish world, I had yet to find something that made me sit upright and yell with glee.
What happens when you combine Bluegrass and Jewishness? Well, you get the self-titled debut album by Nefesh Mountain, and it is nothing short of MAGNIFICENT.
Continue reading “Album review – Nefesh Mountain”
I have a new obsession. Steve Martin and Edie Brickell’s Bright Star, which is currently running on Broadway. I’m a lifelong lover of bluegrass thanks to my dad, and I got to see Steve, Edie, and Steep Canyon Rangers in concert a few years ago in Indianapolis. It was ahhhhhh-mazing. I’d heard a few snippets of the music from the show, but the cast was on the Today show this past week and performed one of the songs from the show.
I am now 1000000% hooked and can’t wait for the original cast recording to be released this Friday, 4/29. I haven’t been this gaga over a musical since RENT. I’m also planning a quick in-and-out trip to NYC so that I can see this show! I HAVE TO SEE THIS SHOW!
Learn more about this gorgeous show here, and listen to the cast recording here!
Music owns me. Nothing lets me lose myself like a powerful song. As a writer, I can often envision entire scenes in my head between my characters just because of a melody or refrain. Music soothes my soul or revs me up or inspires me or becomes a companion when I need it. Simply put, I love music.
I’m also still very new to Judaism, and attending Shabbat services on Friday night or Saturday morning means that I’m about to be immersed in Hebrew for an hour or two. Continue reading “Unforgettable Tunes Tuesday”
I thought about doing an introspective end-of-2015 post, but since I kind of laid my soul bare here, I’m going to skip the deep thoughts for my last post of the year. (Update on that, though: I start Judaism 101 classes on January 10th at a local synagogue. I’m excited! Went to my first Shabbat service last week and it was fascinating.)
Anyway, for my final post of the year, I’m going to talk about my favorite books and music of 2015. So, without further ado —
Continue reading “2015 review: My favorite books and music of the year (and BT Urruela!!!)”
I’m sitting on the floor of my hotel room. The sliding glass door is wide open, the air swooping through the room, carrying with it the sounds and smells of the city I love. The sun is sinking away now, taking the blue sky with it and leaving soft, burnished beauty in its wake. There is an occasional call of a seagull as it careens between the skyscrapers before heading back out to Elliott Bay. Air brakes hiss. Music thumps. The air smells like food – Chinese, Thai, Mexican – sweet and spicy, but with a hint of salt.
Continue reading “Room with A View”
I love tattoos. I got my first tattoo when I was 20. My sister took me to a tattoo place in the Highlands neighborhood of Louisville and my tat was done by this biker dude with a long beard who couldn’t stop laughing at me because I hyperventilated and nearly passed out from the pain. When it was done, approximately 4 minutes later, I had a tiny (1 inch tall) tattoo of a yellow daisy on my outside left ankle. My 20-year-old self loved that tat. I felt like a badass. My sister, of course, spent the next decade commenting about my “mole” that looked like a flower because it was so small.
Continue reading “Old ink = new ink”
I like to believe that, as a writer, it is my duty to notice and appreciate attractive men. After all, I can study what makes them tick and what makes them stand out and then allow them to find their way into the fictitious worlds I weave. I am also an admitted fangirl, and when I love something, I love it hard. Completely and thoroughly. I don’t do anything halfway. Put up or shut up is my motto. Go hard or go home. This attitude and way of living life means that, in the case of my many celebrity boyfriends, I love them dearly. So let me introduce you to the men in my life.
Continue reading “Fangirl Corner: have I ever introduced you to my celebrity boyfriends?”