Miley Cyrus is definitely not my first (or second, or third) choice to listen to, but I love The Roots and Jimmy Fallon. Watch them all do an amazing a capella version of We Can’t Stop.
I went to see The Detroit Cobras last night for the first time. I first heard of the the band yesterday and after watching a few videos on YouTube I wanted to go see the show. I went to the bar across the street from the venue for a couple of drinks and some dinner. While sipping my whiskey I overheard a guy a couple bar stools down talking about how the second band had come in from a show in Knoxville and had been delayed with a flat tire. At least I knew the show would be late.
I have just stumbled into a rather strange Fleetwood Mac obsession. It’s been coming for a week, probably more. It’s hard to explain. I never really got into Fleetwood Mac. Everyone knows the songs that come on the radio, whether you know it’s Fleetwood Mac or not, if someone played you a greatest hits compilation you would recognize quite a few songs.
My first inclining toward the band came from a chapter in the book Kill Your Idols that I read a few years ago. The author (Jim Walsh) writes an entire chapter about sneaking a deer rifle, piece by piece, into the Target Center in Minneapolis with the premeditated thoughts of killing Fleetwood Mac. It’s cryptic, and he credits his trigger finger to video games.
Whiskey, lemons, honey, and Echinacea tea. Nasal spray, aleve, tea tree oil and a nice warm hat. Chicken soup, popsicles, and sleeping on the couch while watching Bob’s Burgers. If you haven’t guessed by now I spent yesterday evening like a sick little baby.
Hi there y’all! I feel like I have had quite a productive day. After work I wrote in my book for a few hours (yes, I am writing (another) book!), I made some art and I played my drums for a while. Sometimes I understand why artists starve. I love my job, but it sure puts a kink in my artistic flow. If I get going in the morning I always have to stop to go to work. I have been late (by minutes) to work more than once because I was trying to stop writing, painting etc.
The thought of being able to follow my mind all day scares and intrigues me. It makes me wonder what I could really get done if I took the time. I spent a while alone once, and it was the most productive time of my life. What’s a girl to do?
This is what I made this evening.
I started decorating my drum room and it began to inspire me.
I taught myself how to play the guitar when I was thirteen years old. I bought it from a pawn shop with the money I made from my first job, organizing wall paper at a discount decorators shop. I bought a book that came with a cd, and I taught myself to read music. I was barely playing house of the rising sun when I realized that I hated the guitar. I sold it a few years later, got more than I paid for it and used the money for booze.
It’s 28° here in Nashville TN and for us that’s fuckin’ cold! So here I sit with my hot toddy, sipping my way to warmth. I was introduced to hot toddies a few years ago by a very cold friend from the upper mid west. Now I pass on the wisdom to you.
Ingredients
Whiskey
It’s Sunday dearies, in the bible belt. I accidentally underestimated my whiskey consumption and I ran out. Sunday in the bible belt means the liquor store is closed.
I know, right? So I have been forced to scavenge bits of booze from around my house.
I can’t seem to decide on a post schedule, so right now it’s a little erratic. I promise to do better! Craft-brunch with Kate went swimmingly.
We drank more whiskey than probably either of us intended to, and we hashed out some fabulous ideas. Get ready because I have vowed 27 to be my most productive year to date (https://redlipstickreviews.com/2012/12/31/i-hate-new-years-resolutions/).
So I wanted to share my photo frame redo with you today. I got this frame for free from my parents.
Helloooooo readers! What a f’n day! Yesterday morning I went out to start my automobile to transport myself to the ol’ job. When it failed to start, I remembered that I’d left one of the doors ajar the night before, and obviously forgot to go back and shut it. Thanks whiskey!