Just popping in to share some of my daughter's music. She belongs to an independent, non-secular choir called Sonos. You can learn more at their website, but you can also learn more by listening to their newly released live album, created from performances in Nashville and beyond. It's stellar...
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Sunday, November 03, 2024
Wednesday, October 30, 2024
Woo woo! Two posts in one calendar month!
What's the world coming to? Well, now, that's a question, now isn't it.
I can only speak for my own.
It's good. Stressed about the election on Tuesday of next week. But making the prediction that turnout will be high and remaining confident it will be so in favor of reason, kindness, and joy.
Indeed, part of today's motivation to post is that independent media may well be under attack after Tuesday, if things go particularly bad. We don't need a fascist narcissist at the head of the government. But if I believed in polls I would perhaps be packing right now. The scary part (in my essentially non-political mind) is that, due to the ancient and pointless Electoral College system Vice President Harris may win the popular vote by a landslide and lose the presidency according to that system. Sigh.
On more ground-level news, I spent a couple nights up at my favorite campsite at Lock A Campground last week. The reservation was for Monday and Tuesday nights, and I got up there around 2-pm Monday and took my time setting up my new tent at campsite #45, my little Holy Land. It was a breeze, and the Core 6 person Instant Setup. tent is sooooo happymaking. Here's a pic:
My home away from home at Cheatham Dam's Lock A Campground. |
The first thing I put inside the tent was my camping air mattress, seen above acting in its new role as doormat. I blew it up not with a pump, but with my breath, counting around 150 lungsful before its 5 air chambers were in bedtime shape. Checking on it at dusk, I found two chambers flat as a proverbial pancake. I zipped up tight, grabbed my keys, and drove the 10 or so miles into Ashland City and past to the Walmart store, picking up one more bundle of firewood and a home floor air mattress. This baby has a built in electric pump for inflation and deflation. OMG, this is a life-changer, or at least a camping life-changer. The thing, once inflated, is a smooth 6-8 inch layer of air between me and the earth and stays inflated. And it cost less than the frickin' camping mattress. Win win win.
I had a little ceramic heater in my tent and ran it all night, but at 42 degrees outside all it could do is heat a small area directly in font of it. It did not help that the tent was significantly larger than my 4 person one. I awoke at around 4 in the morning, 'way prior to sunrise, and spent a couple hours reading in my little 40 degree rated sleeping bag. Light awakened me and I arose, spending the morning simply cooking, boiling water for coffee, eating breakfast, and cleaning up. I fished some, but it's awkward fishing off that Army Core of Engineers large granite and sandstone cluttered shore.
Around 1 pm I grabbed my Montana lodgepole pine hiking staff and headed off to hike for 2 hours or so, taking the camp trail east from the campground and hooking into the gorgeous Cumberland River Bicentennial trail that follows the river bank all the way to Chapmansboro and Sycamore Creek. So beautiful. Here's a pano I took along the way:
Sunday, October 06, 2024
Fall Fall Fall
To everything, Fall, Fall, Fall, there is a season, Fall, Fall, Fall...
And so here we are, October 6, a full 15 days into Fall. There's a lot going on, there's nothing going on, and everything in between. I'm up before dawn, after a lovely night's sleep beside my honey, with our dog at my feet and Google still laboring away to "play the sound of the ocean." I got up to use the bathroom and when I returned to bed my place was taken by pooch Lemon, who had relocated to locate her whole 85 pound furry self sideways across my pillow. No room for the old man, eh?
From Forbes Magazine: "Comet A3 will now dip from dawn into the sun’s glare, getting closer to our sun until it passes through to the other side — sunset. It will re-emerge in twilight around Oct. 12 for those in the northern hemisphere and should be easily visible — and possibly super-bright — for around two weeks."
That's one thing going on, for sure.
I hope to get out for a night or two camping in order to view this thing. It's rare, I gather, and I also intuit, since I've never really viewed a comet in the sky and I'm approaching my 75th trip around the sun.
I've got a couple musical adventures this week. My brother-from-two-other-mothers, Rocky, has been invited by his friend Don Henry, songwriter extraordinaire, to attend his party at Vinyl Tap Records, to which one must wear some attempt at Halloween appearance, and he has in turn invited me to come along. I saw Henry at an event just a couple weeks ago, one which was not officially connected to Americana Fest here in Nashville but coincided with it. The event took place at the Roof Top lounge downtown, and its purpose was to honor Rocky for his songwriting accomplishments, including creating the music for the Grammy nominated "The Mighty Sky" science-themed record. On the little stage in the corner Beth Nielsen Chapman, Don, and Matraca Berg, took turns singing songs, some from Mighty Sky but also others of their choice. It was an endearing performance, each singer singing maybe 4 or 5 songs, and Matraca Berg's husband, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's Jeff Hanna, got up from his hors d'oeuvres to sing "Mr. Bojangles," the Jerry Jeff Walker folk classic his band helped make a standard.
Honor event for my dear pal Rocky Alvey (orange cap) |
The Wonder Women of Country at WMOT Americana Fest Day Stage, Eastside Bowl |
Nielsen Chapman presented Rocky with a bangin' glass trophy to mark the occasion, and the proud brother Scott exited to the street to head out on his second night of Americana Fest 2024.
Ah, Americana Fest. I had hoarded my Festival Pass ticket for months, purchasing it like back in March, very soon after they became available. I was most excited about two performers, Madi Diaz and Chris Smither, the first of whom I did not see for reasons I will reveal, and the second of whom I saw perform two substantial sets and two venues over the September 17-21 time spread. I saw but a fraction of the performances at only a handful of the venues where they were taking place, but friends, this was the best ~100 dollars I spent last year.
When I look back at that, it's pretty amazing that I only saw a few shows, but then I'm old and I was just the other side of a pretty nasty bout with Covid.
In order, though, I saw:
City Winery main room: A Tribute to Mary Gauthier, Mary Gauthier, Jaimee Harris, Rodney Crowell, Aaron Lee Tasjan, Creekbed Carter Hogan, Emmylou Harris, Gretchen Peters w/ Barry Walsh, and more...
Silver and Festival Passes Only
City Winery main room: "25 Years of "Drag Queens and Limousines", Jaimee Harris, Mary Gauthier
Silver and Festival Passes Only
Vinyl Tap: Oh Boy! Records "Independents' Day" afternoon hangout
At home, the fantastic 2024 Americana Music Awards live from The Ryman Auditorium. I was just a bit beat from earlier activities, so I jacked up the stereo Google Hubs in the living room, poured me a bourbon, snuggled with my fluffy Grand Pyrenees mix, Lemon, and listened to the show from top to bottom without any Mother Church columns in my viewing path (I had no viewing path, though I later learned it was livestreamed). I enjoyed simply immersing myself in the audio in my living room, but I highly recommend you view the entire night's events at WMOT.org -- it includes performances "from award-winning legends, buzzworthy new artists and longtime fan favorites, including Blind Boys of Alabama, Brandy Clark with SistaStrings, Charles Wesley Godwin, Dave Alvin, Dwight Yoakam, Fantastic Negrito, Hurray for the Riff Raff, Jobi Riccio, Kaitlin Butts, Larkin Poe, The Milk Carton Kids, Noah Kahan, Sarah Jarosz, Shelby Lynne, Sierra Ferrell, Turnpike Troubadours, The War And Treaty, Waxahatchee with MJ Lenderman, and Wyatt Flores."
Eastside Bowl: WMOT Day Stage 12 to 5 pm, featuring Chris Smither, Leyla McCalla, Melissa Carper, Sam Morrow, Uncle Lucius
City Winery Lounge: Betty Soo, then Chris Smither.
Basement East: I really wanted to see Madi Diaz so after Chris Smither finished, above, I took a Lyft over and managed to get inside the venue, only to judge it a veritable Covid cesspool. I swear it was body to body packed with sweating 20-30 year-olds and also older folks like myself, and the stage fog hung unmoving in the stage lights and in the room--a clear clue the air circulation was dysfunctional. Spotlights played on the performer onstage (not sure who it was, a young dark haired male rocker) and after finding myself just inside the door and, daunted by the huge clump of sweat-dripping humans between me and the bar, I reluctantly turned tail and took the next Lyft home.
Alisa Amador, Amy Helm, Dave Alvin & Jimmie Dale Gilmore with The Guilty Ones, The Cactus Blossoms, and Wonder Women of Country again at the Basement East WMOT Day Stage.
Saturday, September 14, 2024
Freakin' September
Okay, it's well into September and I haven't posted since July. Why not, you ask, why not?
I have no excuse. I'm retired, I lead a pretty active life for that station in life, and I simply lost interest for a while. There you go.
So what's up?
Well, let's start with the now: I just entered lyrics from two songs in the American Songwriters Association bi-monthly lyric contest. Songs are "Early" and "Full Tilt Tomorrow. Crossing my fingers, but I figure for 15 bucks a song it will do no harm to get them in front of a panel of successful songwriters. You can hear "Early" at my Samply.app account and Full Tilt Tomorrow at Spotify. It's not the recordings, only the lyrics. Wish me luck.
In the same vein, I just bought tickets to Amanda Shires Unplugged and Untamed at Exit Inn on October 10. Buzzed, I am. If you are in town at the time, tickets are not too dear and it will be an amazing show. Join me if you can.
On another tack, I have Covid. Weird, I got my antivirus update on Friday, and came down Tuesday (the vaccination takes around 2 weeks for immunity to build) with what I thought was a cold, a bad one, into the chest and literally dripping from the sinuses. I took a Covid test when it had been around for a day, reluctantly since my honey was leaving this very day for a much-deserved trip with a good friend and I didn't want to mess that up. It was negative, but I took another the following day and it was positive. Day 5 here and with the help of Paxlovid, Mucinex and beaucoup fluids and rest, I am feeling a bit better and Lee Ann's flying in a few minutes for Pensacola. I'm okay alone, though the house feels quiet and empty and will for the next 6 days and 5 nights. Not much fever and not any for 4 days now. I'll be in shape, if still a little inhibited and likely with a modified for Americana Fest 2024, which starts Tuesday and for which I have an all shows pass. You'll find me at Eastside Bowl for much of the time, though my schedule is still in process of being decided. I know I'll be at Eastside Bowl Tuesday night for Neko Case and Madi Diaz with many other talents. What I love about the event is from my experience in 2019, where I took in shows from quite a few performers I already knew about, but also many GREAT ones I had not heard. It's a learning experience.
I'm painting a bunch, and that's my primary play today. Still taking open studio classes once a week with master Charles Brindley, though not making it as often as I should. Still painting nearly every day. Lee Ann bought me a really nice little beginner's watercolor set last week and I'll do some of that over the next week. See art stuff at https://scottmerrick.me.
Also next week, I'm attending my old pal Helen Compton's free webinar on AI and creativity. Join me there, too, if you can. I promise it will be a stellar experience and that even if you are already a practitioner you'll learn something. I'll refund your attendance fee if you don't. 😏Here:
That's some of what I know. Maybe I'll know more next week, and I'll share it if I do!
Say well, stay healthy, and wear a mask in crowds. I will. And...
Time until Election Day. It will, if nothing else, be an historical day. It's the most important vote you will ever cast. Don't throw it away, unless it's a vote for fascism.
Tuesday, July 09, 2024
Time until Election Day 2024
It will, if nothing else, be an historical day. Don't throw away your vote, unless it's a vote for fascism.
Sunday, June 30, 2024
Still Waiting. revisited
Hello July. This year, my 74th trip around the sun, has already been a thing. I'm ignoring the absurdist play that politics has made ours, and instead focusing on crawling out of the mourning pit which this past Thursday night's debate dropped me unceremoniously into, and sharing something that made my day, just yesterday.
Yesterday began as a home-based workday, with loads of laundry piled in two rooms, remnants of our little aside journey into heaven the previous week. I may post on that soon, but maybe not. Suffice it to say that our 9 days at Jumby Island Resort, Long Island, Antiqua, Antigua and Barbuda.
Jumby Bay Island teaser |
My main reason for posting today, however, is due to my afternoon yesterday, which began with yard and housework then joyfully deteriorated into grabbing a mid-day Mexican snack at Don Julio's in Joelton with my friend Rocky, and then retreating to Rocky's own little heaven, his farm office, to sit in the air conditioned tiny home watching all manner of birds feed from the flower garden and the feeders out his big Northwestern picture window. He had picked up a couple of nice cigars and we each had one while sipping whiskey and working our way slowly through those together, chatting and sharing music.
He introduced me to Erika Lewis and some wonderful other singer/songwriters who he had discovered on Spotify, and we talked about how much we both like the app's suggestions features. For the one or two people who may not know, I can, for example, play an album (Rocky and I are both unicorns who prefer listening to a record beginning to end) and then let it continue to play other songs Spotify's algorithms determine we will like based upon that. It's a feature that can be turned off but we both agree it is one of the app's best features, despite the well-known usury of artist's and its nation-mimicking economic unfairness to the less-famous creatives. Both of which we are.
Rocky snuck a song of mine I did not expect to hear. I hadn't listened to it, I swear to you, in years. It was kind of good. He proceeded to tell me that it had played after he had listened to another artist, and he had checked in to see who it was. "I said, 'Is this the Scott Merrick I know?'" And then he told me the album was in his morning rotation of music to start the day with his morning coffee, looking out upon the same garden view we were sharing. "I listen to it once every week or two." He also said the he thought "This is your masterpiece," and "I would love to get this in a studio with some really good players after running it by a producer who knows what he's doing. Orchestration, strings, an upright bass on "Strumsticking..." (on which I allude to bass with a tuned down acoustic six-string, ha).
So I listened. It's the first time I have ever listened to it with another human person. I like it. Some of the songs are instrumental versions of songs I sent out in 2004 with my Last Frontier Band live compilation, some are just instrumentals, titles suggested by musical themes within them. Rocky's favorite is one of the latter, "Flying Dutchman," a ghost ship song created in Alaska after reading about it somewhere, I don't recall. It's 12-string so it must have been recorded before my honey and I left Nashville to work and live in Florida in the mid-80's. But maybe read the Flying Dutchman's Wikipedia entry whilst listening to the song.
I share it all here. Hear...
Friday, June 07, 2024
Music I First Got High To That Still Makes Me Smile Inside
I'm not a very good blogger these days, but just popping in to embed this little wormhole for you. This list was inspired by my morning's vinyl play of "It's a Beautiful Day," the album I may have played most when getting high at age 19. I was working in the undergraduate library of the University of Tennessee Knoxville as a page, one of those "just got in the employment door by sheer determination and persistence" employees whose job was to shelve books all day, pushing around a little cart organized by Dewey Decimal number one, after another, after another. I was writing poetry pretty seriously, though I had no idea what I was doing but maybe singing in prose, and living on White Avenue in a house with a balcony where we'd smoke weed and often tripped on game days, watching the swirling orange-clad fans parking on our street for the mile away walk to Neyland Stadium. I suppose this is the place where I admit all that, now that Mary Jane is legal in 24 states for recreational use and a huge economy is built around hemp-based THC and CBD, which are legal (often with restrictions) in all but 2 states. Iowa and Idaho.
Anyway, to the music. I may throw away another hour sometime adding to it, but here are 18 hours and 13 minutes of my 1969-70 playlist, first enjoyed mostly on cassette or vinyl turned up LOUD. Here, I recommend you listen on the Spotify app and hit "Smart Shuffle" for the best experience. Here...is...
Saturday, May 04, 2024
Chris Smither at Finally Friday!
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
Total Eclipse of the Middle Son
Or of the sun, I should say...
The sun shows up the morning of April 8 |
This morning, casting about for a topic to wax upon, I recall the amazing camping trip I took up to my best buddy Rocky's childhood stomping grounds to view the Monday, April 8th total eclipse in totality. Nashville looked to be cloudy and was not in the predicted path, so up I went. Rocky had arranged for the younger brother of his best high school friend to allow me to camp on his substantial property just outside of Harrisburg, Illinois, itself the home of the very fine Thrive Dispensary and the closest city to the huge farm his people owned and operated in his youth.
I left on Saturday around lunchtime, Casper the Friendly (Kia) Soul loaded with my camping gear, a cooler of beer and food, and my mandolin. It was smooth sailing up I-24 to Paducah, KY, where I stopped to explore a bit and discovered the extraordinary Paducah Antique Mall, where I spent some time digging through a vast record collection and finally asked Randy, who I believe is the owner, if he had any Steve Goodman albums somewhere among the 20,000 or so in the store. It took him a while, but I was tickled to purchase a mint condition double compilation set called "Essential Steve Goodman." That doesn't get me any closer to owning all the 17 studio albums, but it's a good listen, with a couple songs I hadn't heard.
I crossed that funky blue grated bridge into Illinois cruised on up State 145 to Harrisburg, where I drove around recalling some of the stories Rocky had told me when we spent a weekend up there last February, of course dropping in on Thrive just to look, heh heh. I also pulled off 145 to re-visit Shotgun Eddy's roadhouse, where I chatted with a lovely bartender human I'd met our last visit and had a whiskey and a beer and a rockin' Reuben Cheeseburger with a side of fried okra. Pic:
Reuben Cheeseburger with fried okra at Eddy's |
Me and Sasquatch |
I had never met Jim, Rocky's friend, but he had previously texted me to come on out and he would direct me to the campsite he'd prepped for me. My GPS took me to his address but I was following it and drove right past his clearly marked home driveway entrance to a gated gravel road, which took me back to his barn. Through the woods I saw the house, at the end of a 150 foot or so trail. I steered Casper down into the woods and onto that trail and muscled him through a little creek and back up onto the trail and up to the house. It was huge, with a broad manicured front yard, past which I saw an aggregate driveway and realized my mistake. I parked at the back yard lawn's edge, beside a cute little gardening shed, and walked up to the house, ringing the back doorbell. No answer, so I repeated the ring around at the front of the house.
Retracing our path to the road, I found the driveway and pulled up to the house, thinking I might just nap in the car, but I got a text that he was not at home, but he asked me to call him for directions to the campsite. I did, and he gave me those, but what I didn't realize was that he assumed I would park there and carry my gear down to the site, while all the time I was assuming he understood I was car camping. I don't do the pack-it-in thing. Retiree's rights.
I drove out the drive and returned to the barn, the trail, over the creek, and back up to the lawn's edge, continuing into the woods surrounding the house and maybe 200-300 yards down a woods trail to the campsite he cleared for me. It was at the edge of a clearing with a nice mostly flat spot for my tent, a beautiful steel fire pit, and handy strong oaks for my hammock. Through the woods below I could see a pond, surrounded with 8 foot tall grasses and covered by lily pods, water rippling in the afternoon breeze. I pitched my tent, hung my hammock, started a little cooking fire, and also set up my back hatch shelter extension tent and the little window screen for ventilation in case I decided at any time to move from tent to car for sleeping. I also expected some rain in the next couple days, which did appear briefly. I'm glad I supplemented the tent fly with a tarp over all. Here's a video:
Coal slurry pond at the Anderson's |
Pano in the Anderson's beautiful backyard |
the long shot |
the moneyshot pano after first contact |
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
March Update
Well, well, well,
I haven't posted in a while, being otherwise distracted by life and such, so here is...
I've been painting. A lot. Looking at ways to both up my landscaping game and make my abstracts more accessible and moving. The biggest news, for anyone who might care (and you do or why the hey are you here?), is the loss of my longtime buddy, Watson. Watson succumbed to the hands of the Big Clock about a month ago, and as anyone who has lost a long-time pet can tell, you, it slayed me. That aforementioned clock has done what it does and moved on, and after a couple of weeks of weeping every day, and under the advisement and encouragement of my loved ones, Lee Ann and I began looking for a new companion. It was true that I was talking to myself perhaps a little too much, so empty seemed the house.
We worked with the folks at the Nashville Humane Association and they were wonderful. We placed a long and fee-required online application with the Adopt a Golden rescue; but we were lucky enough to find our new family member, Lemon, at Wags & Walks, a Hermitage, TN based operation before Adoptagolden had even contacted us back.
We met her in person at a Wags adoption fair held at Marble Fox Brewing Company. It was a Saturday morning at noon. Luckily, Lee Ann had already expressed our interest in her and that gave us an edge up when we arrived at precisely noon to find the W&W volunteers and their charges already in the company of a number of hopeful pet-finders. It took about 90 seconds of petting her before I nodded my head to Lee Ann and the lovely young lady who held Lemon's leash and we were on.
The W&W folks are the real deal, and after a consultation with their onsite adoption specialist we took her out to Lee Ann's car, loaded her into the front seat, and drove her home. Today is Tuesday, and we will have had her for 3 weeks come Saturday.
Called "Mama Lemon" by the W&W staff, likely named that by the partner shelter in Florence, Alabama where she was taken after being picked up as a stray, we think Lemon is a good name for her. After all, it was only used by people who cared for her, right? And it also makes available a plethora of nicknames--Lemon Cello, my Lemon Drop, my li'l Lemon Meringue Pie.
She's an excellent addition to Chez Merrique. She likes her crate, excepting for first thing upon awakening, when she howls the song of her people pretty reliably at 3:30-5:00 in the morning. She's smart and she's a great size, weighing in right at 70 pounds at an estimated 4 years old. I took her in for a two week check after becoming concerned with the look of her spay operation scar and the wonderful Dr. Roberts at Belle Meade Animal Hospital added 3 sutre staples to her incision. After a good regimen of the newly prescribed antibiotics and carefulness, I returned her just yesterday for the sutre removal; Dr. Roberts removed the staples and proclaimed her good to go "for normal activity".
It's approaching 1 pm here in Nashville, and she is dozing on the floor at the top of the steps behind me. I'm thinking I'll finish this, get her into my car, Casper (the Friendly Soul), and drive out to Cheatham Dam and Lake. We'll walk out there today instead of just around the blocks surrounding Chez Merrique. I'll paint later. If you want, check out the latest additions at scottmerrick.me.
We're outta here. Gotta practice for future--and soon, I hope--camping!
Happy November (one hopes)
Just popping in to share some of my daughter's music. She belongs to an independent, non-secular choir called Sonos. You can learn more...
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So, a month has passed since posting last, but I remain determined to persevere. Since last post I have camped overnight at Cheatham Lock ...