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There’s got to be a love that’s stronger than our fear of everything being out of control

I’ve got a weakness for several things–at work, they have appropriately dubbed them my soap boxes. Letterpress, words and (of course) Southerners rank near the top of the list. I fell in love with this little $5 poster at Kentuck last fall, and have found myself increasingly enamored since I framed it and hung it by my front door. I’ll often stop and re-read it on my way out, or even cross the room in the middle of dinner just to take another look.

These words (an excerpt from his 1949 Nobel Prize banquet speech), and my Ole-Miss-English-grad coworker, are convincing me that I need to give Faulkner another chance. 

He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed – love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice.

William Faulkner

With every lesson learned a line upon your beautiful face

A summary of people I observed at last night’s Indigo Girls concert:

  • A preppy-looking girl in the rear balcony who swayed wildly in time with the music and blew rapid-fire air kisses the first time Amy Ray turned her direction.
  • A man who danced and swayed to a song no one else was moving to (not even the air kiss girl)—until he persuaded the two women he was with to join him.
  • A front row trio who danced wildly whenever one of their favorite songs was played
  • Band members struggling not to giggle at the exuberant flailing in the front row.
  • A singer seeking out one of those dancing fans, then giving her guitar pick over.
  • An opening act who stood in the wings, singing along with every word, whenever she wasn’t on stage with a band she clearly idolizes.
  • A young couple on my row that clearly came just for the opening act.
  • 60+-year-old men beaming at said opener’s performance.
  • A 60+-year-old woman clearly loving the concert, and her smile expressing that… behind the blinking red clown nose on her face.
  • A middle-aged woman in her Talbots-type clothes throwing the rock symbol during the encore. (Jamie said, “Whatever, one day you’ll be the woman who shops at Talbots.” I don’t think they carry my size, I said. Sometimes I’m a little obnoxious. “Fine—you’ll be the middle-aged woman in Ann Taylor, throwing rock at a Ryan Adams show.” That sounds about right.)

Music is for everyone, and I think that’s a beautiful thing

Let’s move across the ocean and pitch the tent stakes wide

It’s not yet warm enough to share a beer with friends on someone’s back porch, but that’s one of many moments I crave as spring begins to creep in. I can find several hours warm enough to leave my back door open, allowing my cat to lounge in sunshine or shade as she desires. This weekend was perfect for walking, first around the botanical gardens and then at an outdoor mall. It’s been just pleasant enough for me to threaten to wear only skirts and dresses for the rest of my life, and to justify the purchase of a new summer dress. (I’ve already said several times, I may wear it every day this summer!) I may have to start taking lunch at the park, in the gardens or maybe at the courtyard of the church next door to my office. I simply can’t stand the fluorescent lights of the break room or the food court for long!

 

And if nights are still too cool for a backyard party? At least I can simulate the experience, with heaters and canvas walls, on the covered back deck of the J Clyde.

2008 concerts

  1. Garrison Starr and Over the Rhine, WorkPlay Theatre, Birmingham, Feb. 4, 2008
  2. Brandi Carlile and Indigo Girls, Alys Stephens Center, Birmingham, Feb. 11, 2008
  3. Vulture Whale, Speakeasy, Birmingham, March 8, 2008
  4. The Spots, Speakeasy, Birmingham, March 17, 2008
  5. Les Poissons Rouges, The Pine Hill Haints, Pee Wee More and The Dreadful Awful Snakes, Old 280 Boogie, Waverly, April 19, 2008
  6. Whitley and Tristan Prettyman, WorkPlay Theatre, Birmingham, April 22, 2008
  7. Robert Plant and Alison Krauss, BJCC, Birmingham, April 26, 2008
  8. Papa Grows Funk, Art Neville and STEVIE WONDER, New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, May 2, 2008
  9. The Subdudes and JIMMY BUFFETT, New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, May 3, 2008
  10. Wild Sweet Orange, City Hall, Nashville, Tenn., May 27, 2008
  11. Old Crow Medicine Show, Act of Congress, Jon Black, The Dexateens, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, Guys with Guitars, Ingrid Michaelson, Andrew Bird, Shooter Jennings, The Flaming Lips and Robert Earl Keen, City Stages, Birmingham, June 13-15, 2008
  12. Katie Herzig, THE SPOTS and Drew Holcombe, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Aug. 27, 2008
  13. Tift Merritt, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Sept. 7, 2008
  14. The Swell Season, Ryman Auditorium, Nashville, Sept. 24, 2008
  15. Augustana, Maroon 5 and Counting Crows, Verizon Wireless Music Center, Pelham, Sept. 30, 2008
  16. Act of Congress, Whole Foods Market (Birmingham magazine green party), Birmingham, Nov. 6, 2008
  17. Katie Herzig and The Everybodyfields, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Nov. 6, 2008
  18. Jason Robert Brown, Red Mountain Cabaret Theatre, Birmingham, Nov. 7, 2008
  19. David Berkley and Peter Bradley Adams, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Nov. 10, 2008
  20. Priscilla Ahn and Amos Lee, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Nov. 17, 2008
  21. Blitzen Trapper and Iron and Wine, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Nov. 22, 2008
  22. Drew Holcomb and Red Mountain Music, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Dec. 22, 2008
  23. Blue Cut Robbery, WorkPlay, Birmingham, Dec. 29, 2008

You better hurry up if you don’t wanna be alone

After scrolling through 110 Grammy categories, I’ve re-established one of the (many) reasons I don’t watch award shows. Of 110 winners, only two are in my CD collection. (My personal taste didn’t fare much better in nominations, either; I think I own maybe five of the albums that got nods. I will point out, though, that Patty Griffin’s Children Running Through obviously should have won for best contemporary folk album.)

I spent my Sunday night doing better things, anyway. Like cooking. And reading. And talking to my cat.

Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals
“Gone, Gone, Gone (Done Moved On)” – Robert Plant and Alison Krauss, Raising Sand (Rounder Records)

Best Recording Package
Zachary Nipper, art director – Bright Eyes, Cassadaga (Saddle Creek)

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter

During the months I lived with my grandparents, one of the things I missed most about independence was cooking. In college I cooked a lot—usually for dinner parties, often involving the boy I had a crush on at the time, because surely all a 19-year-old boy wants is a woman who can make corn chowder. Cooking became less of a priority as I entered grad school and then the working world; then with my grandparents fixing virtually all of my meals, motivation was non-existent.

 

I moved into my apartment on the first Wednesday in August. By Saturday I was mostly unpacked with a stocked kitchen. I called my mother that night, exuberant after the first meal cooked in my new home.

The cooking has become standard (and, OK, the self-congratulatory phone calls aren’t unusual, either). Yes, I’ve always got leftovers, but I usually cook—really cook—a few nights a week. Fridays have become my big meal. It’s cathartic.

So my resolution this year was to begin developing a stable of go-to recipes, an idea one of my favorite food writers once mentioned. I want a handful of trustworthy dishes I can create from memory in my kitchen or someone else’s. That grouping should include some comfort foods, but also a little something to trot out for parties or special occasions, and dishes I can easily make after work.

I’ve been so busy over the past two weeks that I literally hadn’t done more than brown beef for nachos. Last night I finally got back in the kitchen to make macaroni and cheese for community group while juggling phone calls with two of my very closest friends. It wasn’t my usual cooking method, and I’m not ready to add this recipe to my list just yet. But creating it and then sharing it while deep in conversation with friends was as comforting as the dish itself.

Venetian “Mac and Cheese”
from Everyday Pasta by Giada De Laurentiis

Although it’s not a true—blue, all—American macaroni and cheese because it’s made with wide egg noodles rather than the more traditional elbow macaroni or small shell pasta, this is probably the version I make most often. It’s a dish I fell in love with when I first had it years ago at Harry’s Bar in Venice. Later I re-created it at home as the ultimate comfort food and also to bring back memories of Venice.

 Butter for the pan
12 ounces wide egg noodles
2½ cups whole milk
2 cups heavy cream
2 teaspoons all-purpose flour
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 cups (packed) grated fontina cheese
¾ cup (packed) finely grated Parmesan cheese
¾ cup (packed) grated mozzarella cheese
4 ounces cooked boiled ham, diced (optional)
2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
Preheat the oven to 450°F. Butter a 9 x 13 x 2-inch glass baking dish. Cook the noodles in a large pot of boiling salted water until tender but still firm to the bite, stirring frequently, about 5 minutes. Drain well (do not rinse). Whisk the milk, cream, flour, salt, and pepper in a large bowl to blend. Stir in 1 cup of the fontina, ½ cup of the Parmesan, ½ cup of the mozzarella, the ham, and parsley. Add the noodles and toss to coat. Transfer the noodle mixture to the prepared baking dish. Combine the remaining 1 cup of fontina, ¼ cup of Parmesan, and ¼ cup of mozzarella in a small bowl and toss to blend. Sprinkle the cheese mixture over the noodle mixture. Bake until the sauce bubbles and the cheese melts and begins to brown on top, about 15 minutes. Let stand for 10 minutes. Serve warm.

6 servings

(I think it needs something a little extra—or perhaps that’s just because I always sub in whatever cheese I have on hand. I may be cheating it. Also worth noting: I think this dish is better the day after. I love it for lunch at work!)

Lie to me. I promise, I’ll believe.

In the fall I began making a list of lies I believe—things that keep me from accepting grace, mercy, truth. It was really freeing, and probably something I should continue doing as I recognize these things. Somehow, acknowledging a false belief and calling myself out on it seems to be a significant step toward healing.

 

But today I’m voluntarily telling myself another lie, a white lie if you will. It’s gray outside and the temperature is supposed to drop as the day goes on. The calendar insists that we’re still in February (and the early part, at that). But in my mind? It’s spring, and nothing you can tell me is going to change that. I’m ready for blue skies, mild days, daffodils and tulips, renewal. And if wearing my summer perfume in February is a little weird, well, you’ll get over it. Today I choose to be fiercely optimistic.

All of our problems gonna disappear when we can whisper right in that president’s ear

I voted! 

I never feel more patriotic than on election day. You’ve got till 7 p.m.! (Election night coverage is, by far, the main thing I miss about newspaper reporting.)

 

Also, just because you should know this: This weekend I drove out to Primavera to replenish my barren coffee bean container. (I usually buy their beans at V Richards, but the selection there is limited and I wanted to try something other than my standard Sumatra Mandheling.) I settled on the Rwanda Kinunu—but that’s not the point. The point is, the beans I bought were roasted less than two hours earlier. TWO HOURS.

 

Where else can you find that kind of freshness? One more reason to shop local.

Don’t hold your breath or your vote until
you think you’ve finally found a savior up on Capitol Hill

Derek Webb, “A Savior on Capitol Hill”

I don’t wanna waste your time with music you don’t need

By some happy (or unhappy, depending on your perspective) miracle, tonight I’ll attend a concert for the first time in 2008.

I say happy because I spent way, way too much on concert tickets in 2007. (Despite my list-making tendencies, and my memory for ridiculous details, I have refused to add up just how much I spent. Which probably tells me everything I need to know.) I can’t say I plan to spend any less in 2008; I certainly won’t if there’s as many great shows coming through town as there were last year. But last year, I also had to cut myself off in early November. Enough is enough, even when your favorite band is playing their final two shows, ever, only three hours away from you.

(Leave me alone. I wanted to go. They were both on weeknights, and I saw them here just two weeks earlier.)

So tonight begins the year in music, a new list I would be quickly adding to Wednesday had I bought Band of Horses tickets in time. (I’m still mad at myself for that one.) Next week, the Indigo Girls. Next month? Well, let’s just say that 2008 could quickly rival my spending total for 2007.

Top five concerts I’ve ever attended (in no particular order):

  • Nickel Creek, Auburn University, April 2003
    This was my first Nickel Creek show (I think I wrapped up with show nine or 10 last year), and the magic was almost unparalleled by each subsequent show. (You’ll see why I say almost.) Outdoor concerts are my very favorite, even if they’re held on Auburn’s campus. The weather was perfect and I was within five or ten feet of the stage. Never mind that I drove from Auburn straight to Tallahassee. Never mind that I didn’t leave Auburn (and the bus-side after show) until well after midnight. Never mind that I found myself wrapped in the arms of Aubie the Tiger. It was worth every second.
  • Counting Crows, Oak Mountain Ampitheatre, September 2006
    Some bands are so amazing live that I’m compelled to see them again and again. (See previous concert.) Others are so amazing that I can never see them again. Everything was right when the Counting Crows came to town. It was early September, but the temperature dropped into the high 60s that night. I met up with a dear friend at our coffee shop beforehand, and we kept up the banter all night. Adam Duritz was in a strangely good mood, and so I was I. It’s hard to listen to the band now without remembering how perfect the evening was–not that I’m complaining.
  • Chris Thile and the How to Grow a Band, WorkPlay Theatre, May 2007
    I was devestated when I heard that Nickel Creek was breaking up–until I saw Chris play with his new band. The group, now calling themselves the Punch Brothers, played on Chris’s last album. As they played those tunes at WorkPlay, they brought back the magic I worried Nickel Creek had lost. As talented as Sean and Sara Watkins are, Chris has always been the stand-out of the group. Not so anymore. Look for the Punch Brothers’ debut CD, Punch, on Feb. 26. (It is amazing, but I’ll warn you now–it’s also insanely depressing and emotionally exhausting.)
  • Josh Ritter and Jamie Cullum, Alabama Theatre, October 2006
    This show came in the middle of a week of concerts; it kicked off with John Mayer on Monday, then these guys on Wednesday and Chris Thile on Sunday. All three shows were amazing, but somehow Josh and Jamie stood above the other acts. (That’s saying a lot! Johnny and Chris are two of my favorites.) These guys are fantastic performers, and everything’s better inside the Alabama Theatre.
  • Nickel Creek and Fiona Apple, Central Park, August 2007
    I was nervous about this show; I’d heard negative reports from Nickel Creek concerts all year. Something was lacking, and friends reported that the band’s upcoming hiatus was well-needed. But combining their talents with Fiona Apple brought the Creek back to life. The show was a blend of their songs and Fiona’s; when she was on stage, they served as her backing band. The crowd wasn’t great (more Fiona fans than Nickel Creek, and they let that be known), but the music and enthusiasm catapulted this concert into the top five, instantly.

Right now, there’s only one show on my calendar that I expect to challenge these for the top spots. Robert Plant and Alison Krauss come to town on April 26.