Ashland peonies 2010

Mick & Lucy at Ashland

Campsie masonry 2010

Campsie masonry 2010

Sky bar with andy

Lollz

Lunch at Country Cookin by George

Christen

Lunch at Country Cookin by George

MMMB percussion practice

Jen & Jill

3 J's

Joe Jill and Jennifer, on Jill's 40th at Dudley's

MMMB percussion practice

Campsie masonry Spring 2010

Mr. Mustard

Cuppa

Lexington's new tea house is accomodating, charming, well-appointed… and maybe just a bit eerie for some. #isleofyou

Cuppa

Lexington's new tea house is accomodating, charming, well-appointed… and maybe just a bit eerie for some. #isleofyou

Backing Up

This morning I found a strange act of faith. Backing my car up.

My house has a one-lane driveway that neatly holds two cars, one in front of the other.

It's not unusual that — between my wife and I — the one that needs to leave first is pinned in.

This AM, that was Lucy. I pulled onto our sleepy, zero-traffic street and let her out, and then proceeded to back up the couple of dozen feet to return to the driveway.

At first, I craned my head around while backing, and then for some reason, I decided to look forward while backing. Understand: I knew there were no obstacles, cars, kids, etc. Our street is pretty uneventful, especially at 8am.

And it was the strangest feeling. I could easily tell from watching the curbs receding that I was backing up straight, and not veering this way or that. I realized that — guaranteeing no out-and-out obstacles of the type listed above — it was just as possible to drive in a straight line backwards as it is to do so forwards —but infinitely more unnerving.

In that moment, I perceived it as a strange act of faith. I had confirmed that there was nothing behind me. I had the clear means to see that I was not veering this way or that. And still it was unnerving.

Then this strange feeling of calm settled over me as I accepted that everything was okay, even though it felt wrong.

I've been backing up a lot lately — reexamining the ways that I behave. And while I have no intention of trying to drive anywhere backwards, I find that backing up has been very good for me as a person who — like any of us — could use some reevaluation on occasion.

The Donut Fallout

Amazing Trivial Thursdays show this AM on WRFL. thanks to Tread and Amber on behalf of PASSING + all my bike buds talking about Bike Lexington, all through May! (plus Spalding's donuts) Whew!

March Madness Marching Band! by Malott!

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Michelle Malott's inspired illo of our performance at Creative Cities Lexington summit.

Thanks, Michelle! Here's the whole set.

And check out Michelle's other fabulousness at How Do You Innovate.

Michelle Malott's fabulous illo's from Creative Cities

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There's a whole set of these wonderful illustrations done by Michelle Malott for the Creative Cities Lexington summit.

The repercussions of the summit are still very much with me, inspiring me.

Click the image to take a look at the rest. Be inspired.

Keep Everybody Together…

I occasionally have this recollection from my younger days:

It's 1980. My mom has gotten remarried and our house has expanded from her, my younger brother and I, with the addition of a stepdad and two stepbrothers. This is creating all kinds of complications for all of us, but could be said to be going reasonably well. I'll always give my mom and Bill due credit for this, because they tried very very hard to assure that it did. Not the easiest thing when you combine four boys, age 13 – 16. I mean — there's the potential for a very very bad version of the Brady Bunch. Very bad.

Fortunately, I had Styx. And by "had" I mean had tickets to see Styx on their "Paradise Theater" tour. Oh yes. In Evansville, IN, an hour away.

Me and my best friend John were going to go and it was going to be awesome. This was going to be, like, my 3rd arena-rock concert ever. Mom was going to take us, drop us off, and then pick us up at the end of the show, all the while hoping (correctly) that the incredible stench of weed rolling off of us was not due to us actually smoking weed.

Well, stop the presses —

Remember the new marriage? The new family? In the interest of keeping things fair, it was decided that all the kids should get to go. And get to bring a friend.

Wha?! Nobody else even liked Styx. Maybe not even my best friend John. Anyway, so be it. We went from me and a friend getting shuttled by my mom, to a vanload of eight boys, fighting over the stereo, with Mom and Bill up front, lucky in love.

All I remember about the show is that it began with Dennis DeYoung dressed as a janitor, sweeping the stage. It was great, I'm sure.

Afterwards, we had arranged for all of us to "camp out" in the basement of mine and chris' Aunt and Uncle, who lived in Evansville, and that is what I'm trying to get around to, the thing that comes back to me somewhat often.

In that basement, it was a Lord of the Flies version of "who owns the record player." And the Jeffries boys were totally losing. In fact, the new stepbrothers were exercising perfect domination with a "live" REO Speedwagon album. This is before Hi Infidelity owned FM radio, mind you. I knew who they were, in name only, I'd say. I don't even know where they got the record, since we were at somebody else's house.

The thing I remember — and it drove me stark-raving mad at the time — is that these Styx-unappreciating infidels had:

1. Gotten to see Styx, a Big Rock Show, which I had had to jockey a variety of ways to be allowed to go to. In another city, mind you.
2. Didn't care, having seemingly zero appreciation for the AWESOMENESS of STYX.
3. Were ruining the afterglow by making us all listen to REO Speedwagon.

And here's the part that has really become, after all these years, the funniest thing to remember: They weren't just playing REO Speedwagon, or just a particular album by REO Speedwagon. Or barely even a particular song.

For some reason, they were obsessed with this talking intro to REO's at-that-time biggest hit, "Ridin' the Storm Out." Over and over, they would lift the needle, and back the record up to Kevin Cronin saying "You gotta keep everybody together, keep everybody warm, and keep RIDIN' THE STORM OUT." which was followed by this air-raid siren sound leading into the song and then — needle lifts, maniacal laughter from by new stepbrothers and friends — and then — Kevin Cronin saying "keep everybody together, keep everybody warm, and keep RIDIN' THE STORM OUT." which was followed by this air-raid siren sound leading into the song and then — needle lifts, maniacal laughter from by new stepbrothers and friends — and then — etc. etc. etc.

In fact, it's a lot like this.

I was some combination of puzzled and deeply irritated. I didn't know how to be furious yet. I did hate that this was happening and couldn't figure out how MY Styx odyssey had turned into this cacophony of lesser rock. In the basement of MY Aunt and Uncle, even.

All these years later, it's more of a fond memory — albeit a slightly masochistic one — to keep. I don't really hold it against my stepbrothers (much), and I'm left with this snippet of classic rock, this Kevin Cronin intro.

Oddly, it's never left me. And lately, I've actually been trying to track it down. I want to see how close my recollection of the words is. They're pretty close based on this search and this search — but I can't seem to find the infamous album. It's not "You Get What You Play For," although I would have BET MONEY that it was. At least it's not the digital version.

I do expect to know where it came from probably within an hour of posting this. Thanks, Internet! Thanks readers! Just remember: "…keep everybody together, keep everybody warm, and keep RIDIN' THE STORM OUT."