Don’t Fret, It’s Music Monday! Andrew Bird

Andrew Bird – Spare-Ohs

This is one of the most beautifully shot videos I’ve seen. It’s like a piece of art. Watch out for the car horn at around¬†1:51. The first time I saw this video, that horn scared the hell out of me. ūüėČ

Andrew Bird – Anonanimal

Back in¬†2005 my hubby and I were living in San Diego. We were walking around a neighborhood and I saw a poster at a music store that said¬†Ani DiFranco was playing in town the next night. The next¬†evening while waiting for Ani to come on stage, they announced¬†the opening act and it was someone we’ve never heard of before.

All of the concerts I’ve been to have had opening acts but there was no mention of one for this night and I wanted to see Ani dammit. This tall guy walks out in a two piece suit and tie, playing the violin. I thought to myself “Wha?” and¬†had no idea what to expect.

While playing the violin, he also¬†took off his shoes which then revealed brightly colored striped socks. I would soon come to find after watching many live videos of him and seeing him in concert several times, that is Andrew Bird’s trademark. He loves his socks and plays music without his shoes on.

On one hand he looks like this straight-laced classical musician and at first sight you think what am I in for?¬†Then you find out he’s¬†a quirky and eclectic musician with such tremendous talent (who is in fact classically trained).¬†Within less than a minute of him playing, I was intrigued.

He would play a piece on his violin, use a loop pedal, then play over that and layer the music while also playing the guitar. He is an amazing whistler and also plays the glockenspiel. The guy’s a one man band. By the second song my jaw had dropped to the floor and remained there for¬†the rest of the time he was on stage. I had never seen anyone like him. By the time he was done with his set I was wanting more. I love Ani but dammit, I wanted to see more of Andrew.

There’s something about his music that makes my heart happy and touches my soul. I know he’s not for everyone but his music has gotten me through good and bad times along with everything in between.

Over the years he has gotten other musicians along for the ride so it’s not just him anymore. I’ve lost count of¬†how many times we’ve seen him live since that night in San Diego. Another thing is while I love his CD’s, they don’t always do him justice. Seeing him live is such a different experience.

He loves to experiment with his live music and he will even start a song over a few times if he doesn’t like the way it’s going. The last time we saw him in concert was when I was 7 months pregnant. A few minutes after we arrived to the standing room only club, a female staff member couldn’t help but notice my basketball sized belly.

She offered to actually find a place for me to sit but I told her I would be fine. I don’t know what the hell¬†I was¬†thinking. About 20 minutes later I was wishing I had taken her offer. Not only that, there was not 1 but 2 opening acts. Oy!

I somehow managed to survive the 3 or so hours of standing on a hard cement floor in a room packed with people who kept on bumping into my baby bump. When Andrew Bird came onstage, I could feel the little girl moving to his music. That made the evening perfect.

If I had to do it all over again and go to that concert, I would but this time I would take that seat.

A brilliant musician and his socks.

Andrew Bird – Section 8 City

This is a long video but I couldn’t resist adding this one. I love the whole video but if you’re short on time, the first 4 minutes in particular are so beautiful¬†that it¬†leaves me speechless. Yes. me. speechless.

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TMI Saturday

Can the new Sun Chips bag be any louder?!

I just had my first glass of ice water on Tuesday in over 3 years (with the exception of¬†drinking ice water at restaurants). The rental we had on the east coast already had a fridge without an ice maker and we didn’t have any room for ice-cube trays. The refrigerator that came with this house was pretty gnarly so we bought one recently with an ice maker.

I couldn’t find the glasses so I used one of my daughter’s sippy cups that was blue and has lions, bears, and elephants¬†on it. It was the greatest cup of ice water I’ve had in a long time. I may or may not have left the sippy lid on the cup. What? We have a cat and I¬†didn’t want cat hair in my coveted ice water. ūüėČ

I can’t believe I just wrote so much about ice water. The mildew in this house has gotten to my brain. lol

I just lol’d at myself. Yep, my brain is melting from the stress I have over this house.

It just hit me how much money we’ve spent on this move and what we have in our bank account. It’s not a pretty sight but I know it will get better. I just hope the military reimburses us soon. Really, really soon.

I would like to thank everyone, especially Lisa¬†over at My¬†3 Monkees¬†and waj306¬† from My Life The Mom¬†for the supportive comments while I’ve been having a MAJOR¬†meltdown over this house issue. Both of you have truly helped me to not completely lose my mind. I know that might seem weird because we don’t personally know each other.

Despite what I’ve said this past week, my hubby is a wonderful husband and an amazing father. He really does try his hardest to please me but like a lot of men, he goes into his man cave and doesn’t communicate.

We met in January 1995, got engaged¬†that April, and we’re married in July 1995. I was 20 and he just turned 21 a week before. Our parents thought we were too young (looking back I see that now). They even made us have an embarrassing sit down to discuss holding off on getting married. FYI,¬†my MIL was 19 and 3 months¬†pregnant with the hubby’s sister when she married my FIL (yep, the good old days when you had to get married because you were pregnant). After being married for 15 years, they can bite me. ūüėČ

I hated our wedding with a passion and would love to renew our vows¬†with the wedding we want. It’s more like the wedding I want since¬†my hubby is the type that would just ask “What time do I¬†need to be there?”¬†We had planned on getting married (using our own money)¬†outside in a garden (although I would prefer it to be on a beach). I wanted to be a barefoot bride wearing a simple dress with a bouquet of wildflowers. My MIL¬†stated “No son of mine is getting married outside of a church!”

Looking back I should have told her to¬†fuck herself (yes, I’m still bitter) but instead I let her have her way and I had the¬†suckiest wedding that SHE demanded. It really was awful. I could write a novel¬†on that whole experience but I’ll leave it at that for now.

I can’t wait to get out of this awful house and¬†move into our new house on September 3rd!!!

Anyone want to share TMI? Go ahead, don’t be shy!

Have a great weekend everyone!

*Make sure to check out these blogs: My 3 Monkees, My Life The Mom, and one I just discovered a few days ago, Baby Makes Two. I love these sites!

**I changed the TMI Friday to Saturday because I wanted to try out ¬†six word fridays. I might even stop the TMI altogether. ¬†I’ll see how it goes.

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Six Word Fridays: The Best

The Best:

Having my daughter smile at me.

Giving me hugs and sloppy kisses.

Laying her head on my shoulder.

Then running over to her toys.

Glancing back, seeing I’m still there.

Go to Making Things Up for more info on six word fridays. Join in on the fun if you’d like.

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Random Thoughts And Too Much Caffeine.

Okay I know a few days ago I said I was going to take a break for the rest of the week because I was so upset about our new house being a money pit. But now that the hubby and I are on the same page, I guess you could already tell my “break” is over.

Basically saying I’m going to keep my mouth shut for the rest of the week is like saying I’m not going to eat those last few pieces (or 10)¬†of Hershey’s Bliss chocolate that is just laying in a bag on the dining room table right now, calling to me.

Obviously I like to talk, hence the blog, but I would like to mention that if you ever tell me anything in private, I will never tell another person, ever. Didn’t you just hate those girls in High School that would tell people things you wanted to be kept private? These girls weren’t really your friends but weren’t your enemies either, although you¬†would later become frenemies.

They would get you to tell them who you have a crush on, promise to not tell a soul, you would reveal your crush of the moment, then they would run up to said crush and blab away.¬†It was one thing when my friends and I would pull that intentionally with the other person knowing. Then I would just stand there looking so embarrassed that¬†the guy was being told even though secretly I was thinking “Finally, this guy will know I exist!” When those awful girls did it though, it was humiliating.

Okay I’ve had way too much caffeine. This post was supposed to go one way and it just did a 180. In crappy house news, there was a spider the size of a tarantula crawling on the wall by my side of the bed last night.

So maybe the spider wasn’t that big but why does it always have to be by my side. Can’t these spiders give some love to my hubby’s side?! It was about 3 am and of course my hubby was thrilled that I woke him up to take care of¬†a spider. We are currently waiting for the owner to show up at about 5 pm¬†so we can see if we can get out of this house. I’m so nervous, I feel like I’m waiting to meet Johnny Depp (insert person you would be nervous about meeting).

My hubby went back to the military housing office yesterday and he was able to reserve that perfect mildew free house for us, so now we wait. I’ll keep you posted. ūüėČ

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Wishing And Hoping…..

My hubby finally caved. The house we want is available on September 3rd. Now it’s just up to the owner of this house on whether or not we can leave. We don’t know if he’ll let us out of the lease. The hubby has been pouring through pages of lease contracts online and we think we have an out due to the fact that I can’t breathe. ūüėȬ† At least I’m hoping that’s a good enough reason. The owner is so nice and even installed a dishwasher for us so I’m feeling really guilty about this.

The owner lives in another state so he has to drive 14 hours to come here on Thursday. Please cross your fingers and every other body part for that matter in hoping we can get out of here.

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Wordless Wednesday: Yay!

 

Linked up with Angry Julie Monday.

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House Update.

When we lived in this area 3 years ago, we decided it was easiest to live in military housing. They had brand new single family homes and townhouses but there was a waiting list. We lived in the older section and well, it sucked. The townhouse we lived in had major water damage and was shoddy.

Today in my desperation, I pretty much forced my husband to check out the military housing and see if there was anything open in the new section. There was and the one that we or rather I liked the best was a single family home, 3 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a fenced in yard for the little girl, 2 car garage, and the best part: it’s mold and mildew free.

The downside is it would cost more to live in military housing because they take the maximum housing¬†allowance that’s given for the area¬†we live in. It wasn’t that way when we lived there before but considering what we’re dealing with in this current house, I’m in.

As I’m writing this my hubby is outside sulking. I feel horrible about this whole situation and this move has been pure hell on wheels but after going there this afternoon, I knew that is where we need to be. It’s a very nice military community with several playgrounds and kids galore for the little girl to play with. Not only that, it’s very close to where my hubby will be working.

Before even finishing this post my husband in so many words let me know that he wants to stay in this house and doesn’t want to move. I knew he would do this and¬†I will be so embarrassed about my emotional meltdown (later on) that I am¬†having this instant but I feel like this is a fucking nightmare.

I have a post for Wednesday but after that I’m taking a break because I feel if I write anymore this week, I will say so much that I’ll later regret. I just want to lay in a ball and cry, eat ice cream, and watch bad reality television. One thing I won’t regret saying, my husband is being such an asshole.

*Reading this post 3 weeks later I do regret calling my hubby that but the situation we were in was very frustrating at the time.

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