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Zoe’s Friends

Today was interesting. I’ve been having some health problems so am supposed to not even be sitting here, much less what I did today. Sorry, nurse M. I’m trying!

I promised to bring a dessert to a party for all the residents. Apparently it disappeared quickly and I’ll have to go get my trifle bowl. It was not my usual trifle which is lemon pound cake, a whipped cream and lemon curd middle with much mixed seasonal fruit.

Today it was a key lime pound cake not baked by me, the innards  of whipped cream and lemon curd, and cantaloupe and blueberries. I got to taste a teaspoon of it. It’s good but not my best.

As Nurse M told me to keep off my feet I did go to the store and make the trifle and when I delivered it our trusty party planner needed a bit of help so I spent a couple of hours on yeomans’ duty. She made me sit while slicing all the rolls.

The singer had arrived and we’d met. He was setting up and gave me a pick. All I try to do right now is keep my guitar hydrated.

I left, fed Zoe and took her out and went downstairs to the party. I usually don’t go to parties by myself but did and it was very interesting. People I don’t even know introduced themselves and said “You’re Zoe’s Mom.” Everyone. We go for walks and no-one says hello to me, they just say hi to Zoe and I don’t mind. I think she’s kind of special as well.

In the end I got advice on a spouse being away from home for a while, met several interesting folks, and may be one of two chaperones for a new love match. Tune in to see what happens. The other chaperone was Mama and she approves the match.

So, the musician gave me a pick to try. While I got ready I opened my guitar case and found Woodstock picks from Ernie Ball and slipped one into his hand. After the concert he told me he’d put it up on his wall. Ernie Ball created the infamous slinky string that key rock & rollers use to this day. I know his son, was his neighbor.

He gave me a gift and I gave one back. Plus, he wanted to thank me without mentioning my name and played Amie, a Pure Prairie League stalwart. It’s one of my favorite songs as in college they’d sing “Hey, Dee.” No, I didn’t ask him to play anything. It was just that kind of day. High fives and a bit of magic.

Ok nurse, I’m putting my feet up. Cheers from Zoe’s Mom.






I got a $100 nylon string guitar for Christmas at age 11. Dad taught me A, C, D, E, G. I had quit five years of violin but was still taking piano lessons that would stop soon due to a bad teacher.

Then I got a band and we actually performed. My two girlfriends were clueless and tone deaf and when I tried to sing harmony they followed me. Disaster.

Apologies are due to CSNY for Teach Your Children, PPM for Day is Done, and the Kingston Trio for their version of the folk classic, 500 Miles.

Now I have a Seagull Artist Mosaic Folk acoustic guitar that I hydrate and do not play. I think I’m afraid of hurting those above and others. At first in private lessons I overreached, learning B7 the first week. I was learning twinkle, twinkle little star at the time. Yes, and I now use slinky strings made by Ernie Ball. Sadly he’s gone but his son was my neighbor. No, I did not get the strings for free.

I created a music library and learned about Johnny Cash, more Dylan. I sing and just come up with the chords. Often I just download lyrics and make it up. There is no artistry to it, just what was musically given (like golf, my father hates that I have perfect pitch but knows he brought the game) and the desire to create, not perform yet.

The lyrics challenge is like a food challenge. I used to have a mystery box arrive at my door every week and figure out what to cook with anything that was in it. That was a challenge, especially in winter in the Rockies.

So it’s bye bye Miss American Pie, took the Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry….

I prefer This Land Is Your Land….this land was made for you and me. Dee

The Music of our Youth

I don’t know what your milestones are in remembering a time, but mine was food, of course, and music. I’m trying to think of the old ’45 the local DJ gave me for touring the studio with my class. Well, the name would date me anyway. No, I didn’t have a high school prom or college semi-formal song. In high school, I had the flu and was back home within the hour. In college I worked at it taking tickets and hung out with my roommate.

Classical was all there was for me in grade school and junior high. Then I quit playing music and my tastes started to form. Luckily they’re still forming today but the music I like to learn to play is more folk, folk-rock, even country. I astounded my music teacher with a song I heard on the radio that was actually from this century!

But my college years were a confusion of music from different genres and a friend has sent me a few songs from back in the day. We were east coast but listened to rock, country, even disco. It was a long time ago that another friend had me listen to a new Stones hit, but news is that ten years later I had a neighbor with a “Nacho Cheese” VW convertible and had Donna Summers “I Will Survive” on the radio and we sang along en route to buy champagne for her party.

To Dave Mason, John Lennon, Dan Fogelberg, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez. Joni Mitchell, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Bad Company, just a few that came to mind. ELO for some friends who play air guitar and finally took up the real instrument, bravo.

When I got into an elevator years ago and heard the Beatles on muzak my ears were offended, my brain was assaulted with the sound. When I hear “my” music on muzak it does the same now. I’m just older and the muzak is creeping up on me.

Run! The hip-hop, rap culture must end because it is finite. Otherwise music will die. I learn to play Joan Baez and Bob Dylan and Peter, Paul and Mary but musicians and music lovers must look to the future. If children only know rhythm and not tone then it will be lost. Where is the piano, the guitar, the orchestra? They have a place. It can’t all be hip hop and no tone or melody? Where are you, Ernie Ball?

Our schools don’t teach music any more. It’s a tragedy for those who could use that music to pull out mathematical and musical genius. Mozart composed when he was five years old.

Let’s keep the music, and can the muzak. Cheers, Dee