What to write?

Written by jamie on February 17th, 2011

I haven’t been keeping up with the goal I set last year of writing three posts a week. Not that I set a time limit for it, but I did enjoy the release the writing provided. I’m still thinking on and processing ideas for a possible “book” I want to write, and it’s possible more of that writing may end up on here, but maybe not. In the meantime, I’ve been trying to think of more posts for the blog, and have just come up empty. Nothing seems post-worthy.

I’m not being a total slacker. I’m practicing guitar more, and making an effort at practicing a little about 5 days a week. I’m noticing improvement, such as more flexibility in my fingers, and faster chord changes. I’m also trying to follow up on my resolution to learn more about photography. I found a website last night that had brief articles about photography terms and I began reading up on aperture and ISO. Terms are beginning to make more sense and I think are starting to stick. I think I need to go out for a long walk this weekend and take my camera to play with some of these new settings I’m learning. Perhaps that will be a post.

Perhaps I’m just in a writing slump, and maybe I need to push through that. Or maybe I need to allow myself more time in my other creative venues: music and photography.

If you get bored with this blog, my hubby has been quite productive on his comedy blog. Check it out.

 

One of the many reasons I love my husband

Written by jamie on February 14th, 2011

My husband is very quick witted. Read his blog for a great story on exactly how quick witted he is. Go ahead. Click the link.

I can’t retell that story any better. I can say that it got a little warm in Ruby Diamond after his great comeback. And I also felt like an idiot when I realized that Bill Cosby wanted me to say “Hi,” or something when he called for me. I forgot that he was staring into blinding stage lights and couldn’t see more than a foot in front of him, so I sat there, grinning like an idiot and waving at him. Oh well. It’s probably best I kept quiet. Who knows if he would have gotten his zinger in if I hadn’t.

I love you baby. Happy Valentine’s Day. Thanks for making me laugh, as well as a couple hundred other people. Even Bill Cosby.

 

Why I feel sorry for Christina… and why I don’t

Written by jamie on February 8th, 2011

I caught about an hour of the Super Bowl. The only reason I tuned in was for the commercials. I could care less about football. I caught a couple funny commercials, but gave up after awhile and went to bed.

I did catch the halftime show, which was vastly unimpressive to me. Sparkly costumes and auto-tune do not take the place of talent. I understand a football stadium would be a difficult venue to perform in, acoustics wise, but still, it was not so great. Overly showy, shouting, and just not good.

I did fortunately miss the national anthem. I have heard enough to know that it might have made my ears explode. I thought about pulling it up on Youtube, but just don’t want to put myself through that. I feel sorry for Christina, for missing the words. I have sung the national anthem in front of maybe 50-75 people. The minutes preceding the solo, I was sweating off to the side, hoping I would start on a note low enough that I wouldn’t get too sky high at the end. Then I began to panic, hoping that I wouldn’t forget the words. Sure, I know the words to it. If I’m just singing along at a baseball game, no problem. Stick me in front of people and all of a sudden I might have a brain fart. I have fumbled through words of enough other solos to know it happens. Luckily, it didn’t happen to me on the national anthem. But I can’t blame Christina. Being in front of thousands of people would be enough to make me mix up a phrase or two.

Why I don’t feel sorry for Christina is that apparently she did the diva thing to make up for it. A friend of mine posted a great article on Facebook the other day that I loved. Our American Idol generation cannot simply sing. We have to belt out, yodel, warble, and turn a one syllable word into about a fourteen syllable word. Unfortunately, great songs like our national anthem are suffering because of it. Why does it have to turn into a chance to show off our vocal talents? Why can it not simply be a song to honor the great country we live in? Keep it simple.

I sang for a funeral last weekend, and one of the requested songs was His Eye is On the Sparrow. I had heard the song, but had never sung it, so I googled for words, melody lines, and youtube videos to get a feel for the melody and rhythm. I was dismayed to find that it is one of those songs that people love to record a cappella in their living room, as they ignore all melody lines and rhythm. It was painful.  I finally found a version sung by a high school choir, with correct rhythm and just enough flair thrown in to still make it listen-able. My goal when doing such a song, especially at a funeral, is to keep it simple and let the well written melody speak for itself. Not show off.

So I do not feel sorry for Christina trying to show off her great vocal gymnastics. I am tired of hearing diva after diva. It’s one of the reasons I never watch American Idol. I’m tired of diva type singing creeping into everything, including worship. It’s getting ridiculous.

This is my plea to vocalists everywhere. Please stop showing off. Just sing.

 

Sunset

Written by jamie on February 6th, 2011

Drew and I have spent the weekend at Destin, in a condo on the beach. It wasn’t for the greatest of reasons. A dear friend’s mother passed, and I was asked to sing for the funeral. I gladly obliged, happy to offer any help I could. Drew ended up running sound, as their sound guy was out of town.

For the remainder of the time, we’ve spent time in the beautiful condo with an ocean view that was pretty cheap since it’s February. I envisioned sitting out on the deck, basking in the sun rays, and writing. Doesn’t work so well when it’s 50 and overcast. I stepped out on the balcony only to be chased back in by the chilling wind.

We did get a pretty sunset and I braved the cold long enough to take these.