Mic drop….the appropriate song as I abandon the city and hit the road with my loves. Looking forward to the clarity that only an open road and a dusty trail can provide. #illridethewavewhereittakesme
Mish Mash
But I Don’t Feel 30 Years Older
The Lessons of Lake Michigan
Nice run along a moody Lake Michigan this morning. And what Pearl Jam songs appeared on my restorative, anniversary, #PJWrigley weekend? Save You, Far Behind (EV), and Rise (EV). The #ShuffleGods always get it right. And then the skies opened up, dumping rain with thunder and lightning, and it was actually quite perfect, as all the Seattle stress washed away. And Scott gets here tonight!
Juxtaposition For the Win, Take Two
If Only I Could Play the Guitar
Everything Has Chains…Absolutely Nothing’s Changed
Years ago, I read online a Pearl Jam-related post where the writer theorized that the song “Corduroy” was about being a vampire. I don’t remember how I came across the post, but it set out a line-by-line analysis of the lyrics, along with supporting evidence of why they were vampire related. I didn’t necessarily agree, but I admired the effort.
I heard Corduroy on the way in to the office the other day. It’s one of my favorite Pearl Jam songs. (Figured out the name of the blog yet?). Maybe it’s because I watched a vampire mockumentary recently (“What We Do In the Shadows”….picked by my 13 year old), but I suddenly remembered the Corduroy vampire theory. And strategies for 2016 clicked into place.
Before the chaos of the holidays hit, I thought I had it figured out. 2015 had brought a lot of changes, and it was busy and draining. The holidays would be filled with what seemed to be the perfect combination of travel, family, and down time. Things would be fixed. I expected to return in January, refreshed and energized. Instead, I was as grumpy and irritated as I had been before Christmas.
And then Corduroy came on, and I realized the problem. 2015 had been a vampire.
Things that I love and that fuel me were relegated to the background in 2015: Running around Green Lake. The mountains. Live music. (“Inside Wright Wrist (or Navel), Please”) And, of course, sitting at a coffee shop, working on this blog. They were replaced by new routines that are rewarding and exciting in their own way, but also draining. Like a vampire.
And so, sitting in my minivan on Highway 99, I decided that, instead of expecting the turn of the calendar to magically fix things, I’m putting new strategies in place. This year I will make sure to replenish with the things that fuel me. I started by getting together with a dear friend for a glass of wine, and by writing this blog post.
It’s been a good start. So far, 2016 hasn’t “sucked” (get it?).
The General of the Neptune
Inside Right Wrist (or Navel), Please
I was in a really good mood today. The world seemed bright, I had extra energy and a creative spirit. On paper, it made no sense. I got home late last night from a show at The Crocodile (Chad Stokes, better known to me as the “Barefoot Musician in Your Living Room”.) I got up early and got two kids out the door to school. I should have been exhausted.
Lawerly obligations were on the calendar today, so I put on a suit and met with a potential client. I gave good advice. Every so often, I looked down and noticed the fading stamp on my inside right wrist from last night’s show at The Croc, and it made me smile.
It reminded me of when, in the mid 90’s, my sister and I thought it would be a good idea to get our navels pierced. It hurt like hell and, not being the half-shirt type, I don’t think many people ever knew that I had it done. I was a new lawyer at the time, and it felt like my own private rebellion against navy blue suits and deposition transcripts. I got it taken out when I was pregnant with my oldest child, years later. (The guy asked why I was getting it removed. Apparently my about-to-pop belly wasn’t enough of a clue. He said, “hey, come back after you have the kid, and I’ll put it back in for free”. Alas, I have not returned.)
John Richards of Seattle’s beloved KEXP recently described music as “oxygen”. Perfection. I can’t describe it any better than that. If you don’t understand the lure of live music, you will never get it. But that’s why I was energized today. Music fuels me.
We all wear many hats on a daily basis, with day jobs, obligations and lists. Even when you love what you do, shouldn’t you grab a little extra fuel when you can? A little hint of something that energizes you (peeking out from the edge of your jacket sleeve) can go a long way.








