January funk…

I’ve been trudging through this week, staying up too late at night, oversleeping in the mornings, and napping too long in the afternoons.  My inner critic (that shrew) has been active, though, judging me for my inactivity.  I’ve spent an inordinate amount of thought-time missing my mom and dad, wishing my kids were still kids.  The water pipes in the kitchen froze.  I just couldn’t bring myself to blog…

Killing time on the internet, I’ve been reading some entertaining blogs.  The photos are wonderful, the content is pithy and/or funny as hell.  Instead of being inspired, out came the critic to compare and discourage.  So I drowned that bitch in a bottle of wine…

There’s only one thing to do about these January Blues:  Dance, brothers and sisters.

I betcha can’t Not Dance…

 

up all night…

I can’t sleep.  I tossed and turned, told my brain to STFU, finally got up and have exhausted every bookmark on this computer.   I have an appointment in the morning, so it’s too late to take a chill-pill…I’m doomed…

Here’s some pictures of last night’s Blues Festival headliners, Voice of the Wetlands Allstars.   The Allstars are a group of New Orleans musicians pulled together by Tab Benoit to raise awareness of the erosion of the Gulf Coast wetlands (beginning before Katrina, actually).

The version visiting Henderson last night included Benoit on guitar; Cyril Neville belting some blues and playing percussion;  Johnny Sansone made the harmonica wail and played accordion for some zydeco;  legendary drummer Johnny Vidocovich; a remarkable bassist,  Corey Dupelchin;  Waylon Thibideaux playing an electric fiddle that was way cool;  and the cherry on the sundae:

 Big Chief Monk Beaudreaux brought it on home…

Boy-child, his lovely bride, and their precocious daughter were with us.  The weather was Ohio River Valley Summertime, complete with sweat and chiggers…Olivia loved the waterpark and I sure wished I could have cooled off with her…

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Charley and Lana were with us, as well…

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casey and charley

But, as always, my Twin Cousin, Ronna Lynn Loppnow, was the Life of the Party…

(Ronna lives down near Houston, TX and we don’t get to see her very often, so Lana and I try to take her with us when we’re having the Most Fun)

I guess I’d better try to get some rest…

B is for B.B.

Sitting at B&N lunching yesterday, checking my facebook, I saw that my favorite Bar was giving away 2 tickets to the B.B. King concert.  I had forgotten about the King being in town, but the idea of free was good and I haven’t practiced my Creative Visualization in a while.  After finishing up some errands, I headed downtown to put my name in the jar..drank a beer and talked with the bartender, who told me they’d be giving away the tickets (and a $50 gift card) at 6:30.  She said she sure hoped I’d win, but just in case I didn’t,  her friend had some tickets to sell cheeep.  Okay, I’m a winner either way.

Casey’s been working loooonnnggg days and I called him up and told him to plan on jumping right into the shower and some clean clothes after work, so we made it back to the bar in time to see a lady name Gwenny win.  She was not me.  But, we did manage to get 2 tickets for less than the cost of one, yes..!  We had a great time…

Yes, folks, that's Lucille

Yes, folks, that’s Lucille

B.B. King is everybody’s hero, isn’t he?  87-years-old, still cookin’.  His horn section was superb, his whole band excellent. Seeing him put  my concerns about aging into perspective…

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