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These Boots

These Boots

When I look back over my life there are a lot of things I wish I still had. My vintage Atari, because it would fetch a pretty penny on eBay, all the stuff I had in a storage unit when I first got together with my husband, because it was all my “good stuff”, and the jewelry that once disappeared. I was babysitting one night, left my watch with all my rings at the house where I was sitting, and the next morning they offered to leave it in the mailbox for me. By 7:45am it was gone, never to be seen again. My class ring, a few rings my father gave me, and my great-grandmother’s diamond ring were in that collection. I still close my eyes and wish I could somehow find them again. Mainly because I’m a sentimental fool, and I love to collect things. It’s how I hold on to memories.

My Blondie makes fun of me all the time for my “collections.” There are very few things she is sentimental about. But her grandparents gave her this pair of boots for graduation, and ooooh, they were beautiful.

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In fact, she wore them we she took off for Nashville. And she had them on the day she met her beau. And they just sort of morphed into her favorite pair of boots. Read the rest of this entry


When The Doves Cry


Isn’t it amazing how we connect our lives through music? I’m such a lover of music, and I have such an eclectic taste in music and there are a thousand songs that help me remember the stories of my life. I think the first song I remember loving was “he’s just a Coca-Cola Cowboy, with an Eastwood smile and Robert Redford hair…” I was about 2 or 3 years old when I ran around the house singing that. It reminded me of my Daddy, who was driving a Coke truck while going to the Fire Academy. “Jeremiah was a bullfrog- was a good friend of mine,” that was my anthem! You lose most of the day-to-day memories of childhood, but those stick with me, maybe because they’re attached to a melody.

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Wrong Number


The other day I got a call. The guys says “hey I’m from the cable company, and someone will be there around 4 to repair your service.” Of course, I have the number of my cable company programmed to my phone- how else could I avoid answering when my bill is late? So I knew this guy was up to something and I said “what cable company?” “The cable company ma’am, didn’t you request that we come install a family filter on your cable box?” Let me guess, you want my credit card pin, my PayPal password, and the social security number of my first born… Nice try buddy! I thought his timing was pretty ironic considering YouTube’s announcement that they are launching “Safety Mode” to the public. Many schools and businesses have already been using this feature for quite some time. It’s not flawless, but it does help block a great deal of the inappropriate material from being played. Of course my little hacker wasn’t happy. “What’s your YouTube password?” He asked me the very next day. “Why do you need it?” I replied. “So I can play the songs on my playlist!” Read the rest of this entry

Back in Action


Just a few days after having a baby, I got a call asking if Treble Soul would like to appear on Fox News. I wasn’t sure Blondie was already up for an outing, but like a good “mama/manager” I left the choice to her. To my surprise, she was good to go! So Friday morning we got up bright and early and headed to the city to appear on Good Day Austin!

Good Day Austin!

Good Day Austin! (Click the pic to go watch the segment)

It was pretty neat taking the baby on her first outing. When the newsroom staff realized that Blondie had a baby just a week ago, they were pretty amazed too! It’s always fun to watch them in action, but while we were standing in the corner of the newsroom with a tiny little baby in my arms, my mother-in-law spotted a familiar face. There, on a shelf of station knick-knacks was a book called “The Sound of Austin – Portraits” and pictured on the cover was “Cousin Charlie”. It was something special to look over and see a face we knew!

The Sound of Austin - Portraits  Charlie Sexton

The Sound of Austin – Portraits
Charlie Sexton

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Big Family, Big Problems


So I’m ten days late with the whole resolutions thing, but here we go. This year I’m going to become skinny and rich. Oh wait, I’ve tried that one for the past twenty years. Maybe I should go for something a little more attainable. How bout this year, I’m going to write 250 blogs!

I think I have a lot of unused material floating around. For example, last week I overheard my 7 year old son Jordan talking to his 6 year old sister. He said “KK you need to take a bath. It looks like you’re developing a problem.”

“I don’t have a problem! She pouted with carefully pronounced objections. He replied “You look like one of those ladies that grows a beard.” Read the rest of this entry

Sleeping in her car…


Blondie spent her first few days away from home learning what the world really is like. She had to sleep in her car more than once. Of course, I would rather her sleep in her nice warm bed under this perfectly safe roof, but I knew her journey was going to include a few growing pains if she was really going to soar above us oneday, so I advised her to park in a safe, well-lit place where there were lots of cameras watching… I was thinking SHOPPING CENTER!! I couldn’t believe I was giving my 18 year old advice on how to safely sleep in a car, but I was.

Finally, Friday rolled around and I had enough money, or I took enough money out of our weekly bill budget to send her $100, enough to get a hotel room just as the snow began to fall. She texted me a silly picture of her head peeking through the shower curtain of the hotel! “First real shower in 3 days!” It said. My beautiful child had learned to appreciate the simple joys in life, like washing her hair. Read the rest of this entry

And so she goes…


I always knew one day our little song bird would fly away. I always knew one day her journey would become something magical in nature. I always knew she’d never take no for an answer. But I never knew it would happen quite the way it did… Read the rest of this entry

Who’s Gonna Fill His Shoes?


Join Music Mondays and share your favorite memories!

Sometimes our favorites memories of childhood aren’t the big aha Disneyland moments. Sometimes, they’re the simpler, everyday routines we cherished. When I was a kid I loved the smell of cigars in my father’s den, or the smell of leaded  gasoline being pumped in our car! I know, I’m weird.

I loved the way my Aunt Valerie bounced me on her knee and I was mesmerized by the trembles in my great-grandmother’s hand when she sewed. Some of my recollections even have a soundtrack, like when my grandfather would drive around and sing silly songs such as Skinamarinky-dinky-dink, Skinamarinky-doo, or when he’d play the ukelele in our little beach house, or when he would dance with my mother out on the floor of this honky-tonk and everyone would stop and stare at the pair they were! Read the rest of this entry

When Country Wasn’t Cool


Last week I was writing a post about music when it occurred to me that I could write a thousand posts about the different songs that never fail to remind me of something or someone! I have seen Trashy Tuesdays, Wordless Wednesdays, Light up the Bloggoshpere Thursdays, and Six Word Saturdays, and I was thinking, how about a Monday Music Memories?? Surely I could rope a few bloggers into joining me.  You could write about a song or a band or a movie soundtrack or a concert, anything that relates to the impact music has on our lives!

By nature, Mondays suck, so why not start the week off with a good memory, a little nostalgia? Steal the graphic and join in, I have it in plenty of colors!

Since this weekend was mother’s day, I thought it was suiting to start off writing about my own mother. I always think about her, even though our relationship isn’t exactly where we both wish it could be. I love her, and I know she loves me. I think about her the most when I’m driving my car and the kids are singing along to the radio.

She used to do that a lot with us. She would crank up the radio and it didn’t matter if we were out of tune, off-key, and behind the beat, we could sing as loud and proud as we wanted to! Lucky for us Simon Cowell never hitched a ride on any of our expeditions. My favorite songs were the ones that weren’t necessarily playing on the radio like Sneaky Snake and Zippity Doo Dah. (I know, they did play on the radio at some point, but they were already old when I was young, so they rarely crossed our airwaves.) My mother was the first karaoke queen of the front seat!

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Mix of the Day


I’m really lucky that my children indulge me from time to time and throw some of my songs into the YouTube mix of the day. Music is a big part of our lives. We love all different kinds. If you show up at our house you might hear anything from Kid Rock and Buck Cherry to Miranda Lambert and Johnny Cash, there’s no genre bias. If it’s good, we’re listening! Dancing around on the floor to some cranked up bass lines is a familiar sight in our living room!

When Blondie was little, she used to fight her Daddy for the microphone in our karaoke battles. She won, hands down! He’s still pouting about it.

Typically we crank up the computer, which has a better sound system than our TV, and the kids take turns surfing the videos.

The other day Tucker clicked on Paul Revere by none other than the Beastie Boys! “I can’t believe he died, he was so young!” I exclaimed. “How’d he die?” Tucker asked.”Cancer…”

“Did he smoke?”
(I’m no insinuating that he died from smoking, this is just kid thought process here.)

“To tell the truth, I don’t really know.”

“He probably did. Back in the old days they thought it was cool to do that!”

Yeah, the old days, I guess that song was cool in the old days too! I guess I can take heart in the fact that none of my children seem to think there would ever be a good reason to start smoking.

That’s a good thing! I always wonder what things they will and won’t try to learn on their own. I tried smoking once. For a whole big week. Okay, half a week! When I think about it, it’s pretty sad that in junior high I could walk into Stop N Go and buy cigarettes by simply saying I had graduated the year before! No i.d., no second look at my baby face, just took my dollars and handed me Marlboro Light 100’s that I packed down like a pro.

I smoked a few with my friends, and then started to do it after school. For about 3 days. Then one day, I put my clarinet up to my lips and out came the nastiest hacking cough I had ever heard. Surely a kid with asthmatic tendencies and severe allergies would know better than to puff on a cigarette, but when it came to hanging out with cute boys, I sometimes lost the ability to think clearly. I remember trying to get through our school fight song, hacking and coughing all the way. That day, I made a choice. I picked music. No more smokes for me, never, ever, not of any kind!

Instead, I spent the rest of junior high and high school in both band and choir, surrounded by a bunch of kids who loved music as much as I did. One time at band camp, wait, wrong story…. I remember listening to the boys do their very best Beastie Boy imitations, fighting for their right to party in the lunch line and me, I was Tori Amos in my bedroom belting out “Silent All These Years” and thinking about all the screams that were tragically lost in  paper cups…

Its funny to me just how many songs are attached to my memories, as if the melodies were meant to tell my very own stories. Here’s my Top 10, scratch that, here are the first 10 that popped into my head!

10) And Justice For All : Metallica : I know the mere title gave you the urge to bang your head, but my grandpa gave me an old acoustic guitar and this boy I loved taught me to play that song on it. Later that boy used to have “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” with me every day.

9) Youth Gone Wild : Skid Row : The first boy to ever kiss me doodled the lyrics to this song on my notebook, and then my history teacher/ athletics coach was impressed by my deeply profound poetry. Until I told him it was a song… meanwhile my posters of Sebastian Bach had me dreaming of spending my summer with the top rolled down! Wished ever after could be like that

8) Anything by Alabama, Lionel Richie, or Conway Twitty : My mother used to crank up the tunes, on vinyl, and clean house on the weekends with her Potpourri Pots simmering all over the place. I can still hear that Alabama Live Album spinning and the crowd cheering about a 40 hour week as I scrub the baseboards!

7) Nobody : Sylvia : Talk about your early 80’s country songs, this is where I learned all about who’s cheating who, and who’s being true, and who don’t even care anymore! Me and my sisters were the white Supremes whenever that song came on the radio! I still know every word.

6) Purple People Eater : Sheb Wooley : Here’s where my sister and I learned the fantastic craft of prank calling. Caller id ruined the art of prank calls, just ruined it!

5) Coca Cola Cowboy : Mel Tillis : I was 3 years old when this song came out, and my dad was driving a Coca-Cola delivery truck. I learned every word and used to go around singing all about his Eastwood smile and Robert Redford hair. We’ll call this obsession a foreshadow to my Coca-Cola collection! I can’t help it, I just want the world to sing in perfect harmony and then buy them all a coke from my very own coke machine!

4) We Built This City : Starship : I know, it’s hailed as one of the worst ever sell out songs, but I remember when my mom finally got us our very first house- 919 Elton Street if I remember correctly.  It was the house where life was being rebuilt. I used to lay in my tiny little bedroom where every wall was a different color, and use my feet to rock myself to sleep on the waves of my super single water bed while the song whispered out from the clock radio in my bay window.

3) Tom Sawyer : Rush : One of my first ever concert experiences. And by experience, I mean there were no parents along for this ride! It was me, my best friend Kim, and the rest of the details are Top Secret, fully protected by the “We had just turned 18” Clause.

2) Her Man : Gary Alan : In the beginning, my hubby and I almost didn’t make it. He was getting over a marriage gone wrong. We were both pretty young. Too many wild oats needed sowing. Then one day he showed up, I climbed into his 1978 Camaro, this song came on and he said it was for me as he sang every word. I bought it, hook, line, and sinker… it’s still the  ringtone whenever he calls my cellphone.

1) Remember When : Alan Jackson :  Always makes me think of the amazing journey my marriage has been. “Life was changed, disassembled, rearranged! We came together, fell apart, and broke each others hearts… brought back the love, we found trust, vowed to never give it up!”

I find ten more popping into my head so fast, but I promised ten, and only ten, so the rest of my music memories will have to wait for another day. Maybe I will make it a weekly feature here on my blog. Everyone needs a soundtrack for their life! Like Trisha Yearwood says, “The Song Remembers When…”

In fact, I wanna hear your soundtrack. What’s the best music memory you have? What song always takes you back to that moment??