COWS, BAD GUITAR & HOT TUB BLUES
Monday, June 12, 2006
So I woke up this morning and there were three cows in our yard. No kidding. Actually, two cows and one giant steer. They had jumped our neighbor’s fence - he has several acres, we have one – and made their way into our yard for a little picnic. The grass is always greener… I can relate. The Giant – and I mean Giant, possibly a ton or more – big ass steer gets his horns caught in the chain of our daughter’s infant swing. I was wondering if the lady cows were impressed with how tiny his brain obviously is. I say “Shoo cow” but they don’t get it. We call the local law enforcement – there must be some law about keeping your cows locked up, I figure. But no. Not our department. Call the SPCA. SPCA sends over a smallish guy with a smallish stick. He waves the stick and says “Shoo Cow,” Well, I could have done that, I think. Too funny.
I absolutely love living on a chunk of land. We have this amazing yard with huge trees, lots of room for little ones to play, a big deck, hot tub, and five minutes from the Pacific Ocean. For years of my career I was a total city girl. “What do you mean I have to DRIVE to Starbucks!?” Relocating to a rural area was complete culture shock when I first moved here, but I’ve grown into it quite well. I love the serenity. I find I’m having many more creative moments. It’s easier to create when you can’t hear the garbage trucks grinding up and down the back alley. Downtown Vancouver was very distracting that way.
I just wrote a new tune. We need an encore for the show in Thunder Bay. We’re sharing the stage with Heart that night, and I’m excited about meeting them. They were a big influence when I was first starting out. Chris (one of the promoters) tells me that our trailer is right next to theirs – anyway, so I wrote this tune. I contemplated doing a Nina Simone cover, but in a moment of inspiration grabbed my guitar, went downstairs to the studio and figured if I can’t write something in fifteen minutes, forget it. I hate laboring over songs. If it doesn’t fall together easily it ends up sounding formulaic and contrived. To me, anyway.
It turned out pretty cool. I can’t actually play the changes I’m hearing in my head – I’m no maestro on the axe – but I’ll show Rob (Hamilton) and he can play the finer parts. It rocks actually. It’s like Pretenders meets Sheryl Crow. I played it for John (my hubby and biggest cheerleader) and he thinks it sounds like Lee Aaron. He told me he was humming it all day after hearing it once. I guess that ‘s a good thing...
More on the *@!$ Hot Tub and Heart later.
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Hey Girl; I can relate in a way. My horses are always ripping someones fence down and eating their grass. It's been a long time since I saw you in Ontario. I'm from north or Barrie. Last time I seen you Chaz was playing with you. I was wondering what he's up to. Do you know? He was good to go. Tell him I'm looking for him. Have fun !! | ||
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