"Cause everybody know, this place is nowhere...."

Who loves getting packages in the mail? I ask...ah you in the back! Let me ask you, do you have to restrain yourself like a sheltered homeschooler when the UPS truck arrives? Will you otherwise find yourself helping him drag the long awaited goods out of the back? Do you find yourself with your eye glued to that little crack in the door, while trying to restrain yourself and remain civilized...? I want answers! Because I, certainly, do. Bless UPS truck drivers, a shout for big boxes and tracking numers, a big standing ovation for fine friends in cape cod who send said goods, hooray for guitars and blue heron cases and pick-ups and pre amps. ;)

Mark and Eileen Schatz a kickin' it up....Ahhwa go marky!

Who want to see the Falconator sing the blues again eh? andy falco station inn-wise...

"I want to go back to my city by the baaaayy....."

Friend! It's been too long.....yet here I sit, for no apparently well constructed reason (other than the hard fact that my myspace has abandoned me temporarily, and as we all know, myspace IS the real world around which everything should revolve), and I feel the need to tap upon some keys and convey huge amounts of otherwise meaningless information to be displayed before your eager eyes. Hark, the sounds of joy!(ous delay)

How are you, my happy friends? The past few days...err....months, have been spent in glorious melodic revelry. I hereby declare this "bluegrass winter" [I quoth the Falco] mighty fine. Mighty fine indeed! See the the swirling lines of notes, the music of the spaces? Brilliant dashes of light in the breath of it. The last few days were spent in chill-er Nashville, equaling good times with friends, darn knock out station inn, and the consumption of large amounts of espresso from bongo java and my new best friend, Portland Brew. I bless thee. Along with a genuine understanding for one stressed record-ie....and genuine envy for one sleepless night at noam/andy's house.

I bid you farewell for now my folks.....take care of yourselves and keep your scarves and picks near!

-tinuviel O' emily

Currently Listening How to Grow a Woman from the Ground By Chris Thile see related

Friends! I bid hello from the head (and far end) of the dinning room table which graces this little nook. Casting my rule and presence on all those fair faces that stream down each side...fortunately they seem to be figments of my over active imagination. Finding myself assailed by the desire to say something, check in (to assure myself that all are still alive and a kickin'! Kick! Ah ha), type out some words on these tiny plastics, be it morbid (heaven forbid!), scandalous, or simply the manifestation of my none too infamous legend. Thus, here I am. Hello! I am also fraternizing with a friendly friend from bowling green.

This house. Tonight it's the last homely house on the edge of the wilderness, the home of an elven lord in beriland, the haunt of forgotten lords (cut the noise of our modern day lordships...having lost track of a certain feline friend, they're making one heck of a stroke on the decimal scale. yes, i am concerned) it's magical tonight. Go. Take a look at the stars. Breath deep....feel the seconds pass. Thank your maker.

I apologize for my neglect. You all now look at me with fierceness in your eyes, deluded only by your innate kindness and say "but you say that every time!" Yes, dear friends.....and sadly I have nothing to offer to make up for it. No songs by any undiscovered artist that will make you jump to high heaven with joy. No tickets for a trip to the moon, and no flowers. I can't figure out how to get those to you through the internet. You must be left with my honest word that my heart is rent for you pain. All of this based on the illusion view that you are in fact in pain.....

I'm sitting here in my window seat overlooking the lake with that feeling that assails me every time I go somewhere. That feeling that comes crawling around in the back of your mind....you know? Just whispering "you forgot something" and waiting for you to jump up and waste a whole 10 minute trying to figure out what you forgot. Yes, that one. Does anyone else feel completely stupid because they can't get over traveling and just stop worrying about the dang stuff? You know, I might get there and find that there is no store that could supply me with my forgotten something! Oh gosh, the thought is too much for me. Now I'll have to bye a wal-mart franchise and put it in every town! Wait, that's already been done.....what was I worried about again? So we're off to Nashville for a few days. Ha! I wait in eager anticipation for to be wrapped up in music like you wouldn't believe (talent shall run rampant, and be displayed like your favorite flavor of ice cream served up with a grand ceremony at the Belcourt), bashing some well needed knowledge (and re-learning) into my brain, and trying a highly recommended something-mocha-something-something-frappuccino-something at Bongo Java (what ever its called it sounded ridiculously good). Heck yes, I'm stoked. I love that place. It's the local city equivalent of southwestern pasta from Big River Bar and Grill. We're going up tomorrow for a voice lesson with Christy Sutherland....then on wednesday master Chris Thile and the Tensions Mountain gang of Band singing, note swinging, culture changing fellows are going to play the Belcourt Theatre in Hillsboro village till we all cry with sensory over-load. Or something of that nature. And on that note I must leave you....the community voice is calling from down stairs.

-Tinuviel