Category Archives: Music

Sadhvi Sez: Take the Time for Something Good


My partner is going through all his thousands and thousands of songs on his beloved iThingee.  It’s kind of funny, because I will be passing through and hear something that is really good, and I will find out that it’s a song that I haven’t heard in years.  Or the one that is so good, that I have to stop whatever it is I am doing, and lay down and listen to it: like that one from Mozart that I had never heard before that completely blew me away.  I wish I could tell you what it was, but since I didn’t write it down on a “stickie”, or ask “Siri” to help me remember it, I don’t recall!

I said, “You have to make me a copy of that song!”, to which he says, “I can’t”.

“OK then, can you put it in your “favorite” folder for later, or put a little red flag next to it?”

“No, sorry, but I can’t…the program that I’m using doesn’t let me.”

Which, by the way, is why technology always leaves me feeling unsatisfied: it just doesn’t do what it logically should.

In case you love music as much as I do, you will want to listen to Heart’s rendition of “Stairway to Heaven” (see clip below).  I didn’t really like the group, Heart, when I was growing up, but really, I have to say that their performance is better than the original.

I have heard that song by Led Zeppelin a million times, the first time being when my older brother, Fred, bought the album and he called me over to listen to it in its entirety – side A and then side B.  He put the album on the record player, and ever so gingerly put the needle to the vinyl of the first song.  I was 13 1/2 years old in the fall of 1971, and I do believe that the reason why I never did more than one acid trip was because I didn’t need to – the music of that time period was incredible in that I could feel whatever it was that those rock stars were on.  I loved that album.  Forty two minutes and twenty five seconds of being transported to some other place.

Yeah, those were the days when there was no internet, no twitter, no email, no texting, no sharing on FB, no pinterest, and no “share this” buttons on anything.  One didn’t have the illusion that we were all connected, or had to share everything.  I swear, if I go out to eat one more time and pictures of my food are taken by someone with their “smartphone” to share on FB, I am going to start to get mad!

There was something called “time” though, remember that?  No one seems to have that now.  Everyone is rushing around, out of breath, not able to talk in full sentences, or speaking so fast that I honestly don’t catch what they are saying.  Or if I talk, I’m cut off because the person I am talking too has to run, take that call, or is in the middle of doing something.  Geez, it’s as if everyone has the agenda of someone important, like the president of America!  Yes, being “connected” has done that for each and every one of us – how does it feel to be connected these days?  Do you long for the days when you didn’t have to check your email, or your voice messages, or type short messages on a small keypad to a close relative?  Or have to read all the events that are happening on FB from people or pages that you don’t know or care about?  If so, you are not alone.  More and more people that I talk to are getting fed up with it all.  Yes, we’ve come a long way, baby!  Feeling so overwhelmed that we can’t recharge easily any more.

Maybe it’s time to “Turn On, Tune In, and Drop Out”, but not with acid but going inside?

So just in case you feel like hearing something really good, take the time to see the performance of Heart at the Kennedy Center, which made Robert Plant cry – yeah, it’s that good!


Question of the Week: What Was Your First Rock Concert?


Okay, so this one will really date me!  My very first rock concert was the Beatles live in Baltimore on their first American tour, September 13, 1964, at the Civic Center.  I wasn’t even supposed to go because my mother thought I was too young to really enjoy it—since I was only in the fifth grade—but then, after reading more about how famous these four guys were becoming, she decided this might turn out to be something historic, so I should go along.  (My mother hadn’t liked the Beatles at first, but all that changed after she saw them on the Ed Sullivan Show.)   I’d heard the Beatles’ songs for months, since my sisters had been playing them over and over again on our record player in the basement.  I was  particularly thrilled, I remember, to hear “‘Till There Was You,” the love song from “The Music Man,” done by Paul McCartney.  My favorite line was “But I never saw them winging…” because it was so precious  how he pronounced it “sawr.”

The Poster for the Show

Here is what I remember about the concert:  girls screaming and pulling on their hair; the whole hall being so loud that you could barely hear them sing, but you could hear every word of “She Loves You,”  since it was so loud.  The crowd went crazy and sang along with the “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.”

Paul and the Gang
Check out the man and his son!

Most of all, I remember falling in love with Paul McCartney.  I wasn’t too young for that.  I thought he was the cutest boy I had ever seen in my whole life, and when he spoke in interviews on television, I thought I was going to die.  I hate to say it, but he still has that effect on me, even now, when he is pretending to be an old man.

Apparently, tickets cost $3.75 each.  And the Beatles stayed at the Holiday Inn!  I came home from that concert and joined the Beatles Fan Club—I still have my membership button!



Now it’s your turn!  Please, share a story of your first rock concert with us. 

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Monica Devine: Be Dare and Bare

The Mosaic

In our backyard shop/artroom, I am working on a mosaic for our Copper River cabin; a stylized salmon spawning scene that is played out year after year when the reds run aplenty, and we are blessed with the bounty of the catch.  A few more months of cutting, shaping and molding until the piece is complete & ready for installation.
Because so many ideas and projects get backed up in my shop, I feel compelled to assign a completion date so I can move on to the next piece.  What I’ve discovered lately is the fun of working on multiple projects at once; if the creative juices begin to lag on one, I can crossover onto another for a while and go back and forth between painting and cutting glass.

I listen to music often, noting lines from favorite tunes and writing them on the walls (no worries; the walls are unfinished and meant to be scribbled on) as I’m dancing about from light table to glass grinder to work bench.

So I had the idea of extracting lines from some of my favorite songs, and doing a sketch or painting or collage to match the mood and content.
One day I was viewing art in a local gift shop when I saw my idea being played out…well, almost.  The artist rendered lines from various songs in a cornucopia of fonts, each one attractive and unique.  Fonts have their own reach and beauty ( and designers from all over the world are happy to share their creations with crafters and artists.  It’s captivating how a font in and of itself can carry so much emotional weight.
Back to my idea of taking a song line and crafting a piece of art.  Spontaneity is key…listen, feel…turn up the volume, listen some more and then paint, draw, collage.

The Bittersweet









“The bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in-between…” is from the song, Young Blood by The Naked and Famous.  I am indebted to my adult children for continually keeping me in step with their generation of music.  I absolutely love these guys.  Ah, youth.

Angry Eyes













“What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me with those angry eyes…” from the song Angry Eyes by Loggins and Messina.  An oldie’s favorite.  Grrr.

















“And it’s good and it’s true, let it wash over you…” from the song, River’s Edge by Great Lake Swimmers.  Their music is down-to-earth and ethereal at the same time.

Across the Universe












“Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup…” from the song, Across the Universe sung by Fiona Apple.  I admit, I like Fiona’s version better than Lennon’s (blasphemy!)…it’s mellow and hauntingly dreamy.

Live vibrantly, not perfectly.  Dare to bare it, as Jan Phillips says.  Her inspirational words of wisdom never fail to provide guidance:
“We are healed by creation and the creation of others. We are healed when we transform the events of our lives into other shapes that can be of use – into stories and poems, music and films.”

David DiSalvo offers a more straight forward thought on the human heart’s longing to create:
“Anyone who says, I don’t have a creative bone in my body, is seriously underestimating their skeleton.  More to the point, they are drastically undervaluing their brain.  Creativity is an integral part of being human, and to deny its expression is like denying the expression of other crucial human elements that we intuitively realize we’d be miserable without.”

Or, on a lighter note, consider Albert Einstein:
“Creativity is simply intelligence having fun.”

And there is always more room for fun in this world.

Monica Devine

What keeps me afloat:

Exploring art, playing music, living in the mountains, wandering (following the trail ahead), wondering (looking up at the stars)…and writing it all down to share here, with you. I write poetry, children’s books, fiction, memoir, and non-fiction. We are so much more than muscle and bone…we are made of our stories.

I consistently wander off the beaten path, and go nowhere without my camera.
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Happy Belated Birthday, Tina Turner!

Tina Turner

I missed it.  On Dec. 3rd, R&B Goddess, Tina Turner, had a birthday and turned 73 years old.  I love this woman.  I will never forget her performance back in the day when she was still part of Ike and Tina.  In 1971, they performed at the University of Cincinnati’s homecoming concert, and what a concert that was.  The word that described her performance of Proud Mary is electrifying.  Even though I never her saw her live again, (hate that I missed her 50th Anniversary Tour), her performances have always been electrifying.

For me, her best album ever was the 1984 album, Private Dancer. 

Private Dancer

And what a dancer she was.  In an interview, Mick Jagger told a journalist that Tina Turner taught him how to dance.  It’s a pretty funny interview when you read it now.  And, don’t miss this clip of Mick and Tina doing Brown Sugar on stage.

Happy Belated Birthday Tina!



There Was Someone Named Rachel

A month or so ago, Jean Cassidy of told us about the musical composition she had written in honor of the 50th anniversary of Rachel Carson‘s “Silent Spring“, and she promised to share with us a video of the work, when it became available.  She sent it to me a few weeks ago, so here it is.  This is a wonderful video, with the piece performed by  members of the singing group “Womansong” from Asheville, NC.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

A song “There Was Someone Named Rachel” to celebrate  the 50th anniversary of the publication of Rachel Carson’s book “Silent Spring”, written by Jean Cassidy, arranged by Catherine Riley and sung by a small group of Womansong members, with Lytingale on keyboard.  Singers are  Winnie Barrett, Va Boyle, Jean Cassidy, Terri Crosby, Cathy Riley, Susan Taylor, Ellen Winner and Claudette Wren.