Played for hours

I played the guitar for hours and hours today and then I went shopping. I talked to the brilliant photo genius Faith Brown a little while ago and we're trying to find a good time for her to come to the Twin Cities for pictures. Scheduling sucks. I finished two books over the weekend and walked the dog at least 30 times. Who knew I was ever going to be this domestic? I plan to do yoga tonight and then try on every piece of clothing I bought without checking first in a dressing room. Smart I know. I'm going to post some pictures of my little pets once I figure out how to do that. Could be a while...don't hold your breath. I started the Stephen King 'Gunslinger' series this week too. Weird, but really good. I'm getting into it, but I'm so freaked out. He does that to me...kinda like clowns. King's fault again.

Music

New guitar strings always make for a beautiful night of playing music. And and even better night for making music. As a result, I'm desperate to record as soon as possible. Hearing myself reminisce through song about my life is all well and good but putting something solid down in hard copy is quite an accomplishment. Studios, CD's, recording - music suddenly becomes authentic. It makes my music real in a way live music never can. Vice versa too, recording will never give me the same satisfaction as playing live. Go figure. I have a piano player, a bass player and of course, my own voice and guitar. But I can't decide what else to do...get a drummer? Hire a percussionist? Or take my chances doing another acoustic. I feel the urge to grow though - so my search for a beat begins.

Turkey Day and shows and stuff

Last night I played BOOM for a benefit. Fabulous crowd and wonderful people. The evening started out on a rotten note because while we were loading in some people stole a bunch of my CD's. Unbelievable. My only thought was that bad karma would probably kick them in the ass every time they listened to my stolen CD's. I was still happy to do the show and felt great about the night. Tina was up after me but we couldn't stay to listen because Mr. Manager and I were headed off to First Avenue to see Ike Reilly! He's funny and strange and talented, plus he played the favorite songs first. That rarely happens. I didn't stay as long as anticipated though because, even with ear plugs, the music was loud enough to wake the dead. My body is still beating to the rhythm of the bass 16 hours later.

I just returned from Thanksgiving brunch celebrated with friends at the local tavern. Good times, good times. Also, I just received word that my college buddy Ann (aka McCondom) got engaged at the top of the Empire State Building. Wild. So, an eventful couple of days and this week proves to be busy and enjoyable. Kyle Vincent and I kick off the mini-tour in Chicago on Friday night at UnCommon Ground playing with Anne E Dechant. This is gauranteed to be a beautiful start to the holiday season. I'm forgoing a trip to Madison to meet up with a gifted photographer to take care of things on the home front this weekend, but I promise that my next CD will showcase stunning photos by the lovely and talented Faith Brown of Phoenix, Arizona.

Happy Thanksgiving.

travels

St. Louis was wonderful, flying there and back in snow storms was not. I finished 2 Kay Hooper books over the weekend, which I enjoyed thoroughly. Luckily a friend brought some Stephen king novels for me to soak up as I was mysterously out of reading materials. (that never happens!)

I'll be playing Boom this Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving - should be fun! Stop down...it's not like you have to go to work the next day...

And STILL sick

Sniffles. I'm off to St. Louis. Hopefully I'll make it back before the supposed Minneapolis snow storm.

Still sick...

I slept 14 hours last night, but my head is still close to exploding. I miss reading...At least my sweet puppy enjoys having a nap partner.

Sick

I seem to have developed a cold. If I have one more depressing post, I myself might stop checking into www.annedeming.com. Ugh. Saturday's show at First Ave started out on a horrible note, but once M. Doughty hit the stage, the evening was saved. Mike with a band was good, but not as good as solo. He's terribly amusing though and he made me smile...

Sunday was spent in my new, enormous reading chair with 4 teas, 3 water bottles and I got up twice to make soup. Yuk. I leave for St. Louis this weekend so keep your fingers crossed that I feel better. Thanks.