tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49988796520367869132024-03-12T18:45:24.492-06:00FeliciaEvitaMusic - Poetry - LifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger289125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-19756855790709562602015-06-17T07:36:00.001-06:002015-06-17T07:36:47.079-06:00Crosby, Stills & Nash: Carrying On After All These Years
Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all.
"It looks like my class reunion," I said.
"Yeah, except you don't know anyone," my son laughed.
We were in the Kings Theatre in Brooklyn, far from my Tempe, Arizona HS alma mater on that May 16th. Middle age was everywhere. Pot bellies and love handles. Balding or graying heads. Wrinkles. Tie dye shirt, pony tails, and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02056683815755380309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-51766523723441211562015-06-17T07:15:00.004-06:002015-06-17T07:37:30.987-06:00James Bay: Not Holding Anything Back (Including the River)
Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes
Hold back the river, so I
Can stop for a minute and see where you hide
Hold back the river, hold back
Nothing can hold back the rolling current of James Bay's rocking raw talent.
And yet ... I almost I didn't go to his May 8th concert at the Depot in Salt Lake City.
After listening to his hit "Roll Back the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02056683815755380309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-84897094907766276502015-06-07T20:57:00.001-06:002015-06-19T06:57:21.567-06:00Bottlerock 2015: Practically Perfect In Every Way
I'd never been to Napa Valley. I'd never been to a major rock music festival. I'd never heard many of the nationally touring bands on the Bottlerock lineup.
In some ways, perhaps, I was a wide-eyed festival virgin from a smallish music market, experiencing thrill of a first-time when I showed up on Friday morning for Bottlerock 2015. I'd buy into that cynicism myselfUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-27422915920090557182014-10-12T07:27:00.000-06:002014-10-13T06:51:42.427-06:00With a Grateful Heart ........................................
When my friend "challenged" me to join the latest Facebook craze and create gratitude posts for five days running, my first thought was "ugh, seriously, how dorky." I mean I adore my friend, and it's not one of those death threat forward letters or the ice bucket challenge, but still. This post is my answer to the Facebook challenge. I will post one link, one time, on Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-34808257219486939552014-10-11T14:49:00.000-06:002014-10-11T14:52:10.825-06:00Too Cool for School
I laugh, I love, I hope, I tryI hurt, I need, I fear, I cryAnd I know you do the same things tooSo we're really not that different, me and you
~Collin Raye
Sigh. It happened again. Today's message implied I was cold and unemotional. It’s not the first time, and I suspect it won’t be the last. The message wasn’t from a dating partner, rather from my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-70072948424484164522014-08-03T21:42:00.000-06:002014-08-09T00:20:02.323-06:00Adjust Your Sails: Nine Ways To Successfully Captain Your Life Ship Through Stormy Seas
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-51527462740763669252012-08-07T07:07:00.001-06:002014-08-09T00:20:57.003-06:00Seven Wizard of Oz Themed Blog Posts Rattling My Brain
What a crazy week! What a crazy month! Blogging time ... well there wasn't even sleeping time, so blogging time was non-existent. I have had the Wizard of Oz on my mind. If I were to make time to write, here are the potential blog posts:
Clicking Heels Three Times And Other Fantasies Fit For An Urban Princess. If I could click my heels three times, I'd go to Park Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-78207554134639222772012-06-19T20:45:00.001-06:002014-08-09T00:21:16.268-06:00A Letter To My Rock Climbing Shoes
"Life is an adventure, dare it." -- Mother
Teresa
My climbing shoes are hung up, but only for this photo opp. :)
Dear Climbing Shoes,
I apologize. I know
you are disappointed that you didn’t see more action at the City of Rocks this past
weekend. I know you’d been planning for
months on me lacing you up to see Rachel lead climb in a ball gown. The Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0City of Rocks, City of Rocks National Reserve, Idaho 83342, USA42.0874144 -113.700842942.0756304 -113.7205839 42.0991984 -113.6811019tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-24705030580664791292012-06-07T22:50:00.000-06:002012-06-07T23:06:10.021-06:00Watching Venus Walk Across the Sun
"Have you looked outside?" a more-than-skeptical text flashed onto my phone. To the east, clouds crashed on the Wasatch mountains, a scene I normally relish. But Tuesday evening was my one chance in the next 121 years to see Venus pass across the sun, and no cloud was welcome. The sky to the west looked less ominous, but by no means clear.
"Accu-weather says it will be clear Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-88076124683735219392012-04-27T07:55:00.001-06:002012-04-27T18:06:47.755-06:00Caribbean Adventures: Bandaids, Bikinis, Barbados, a Burial, and My Best Friend
Bandaids
I can scarcely imagine life without Bandaids. I have walked through all 50 US states and 21
countries and territories in my travels to date. Never have I done so without getting blisters
on my feet. It’s not the shoes or
sandals. It’s my tender feet. My friend Michele once told me Virgos have a
secret obsession with their feet and appreciate when a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-39070917790646879002012-03-18T12:19:00.003-06:002012-03-19T23:38:13.798-06:00Getting Unstuck, The F-Bomb, Baldness by Belaying, Secret Climber Names, and Other Life MysteriesDon’t look, Mom. My mom doesn’t relish my rock climbing obsession. Moms worry. She's admitted to not having time to read my blog, so I hope that this post is no exception. I also hope you technical rock climber types will skip this, as my terminology and descriptions will offend your sense of rock climbing propriety. See top left … “Next Blog>>.” For the rest Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3Salt Lake City, UT 84121, USA40.637998499999988 -111.6899210000000340.541071499999987 -111.86515200000002 40.734925499999989 -111.51469000000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-82838952104681887402012-01-22T10:00:00.007-07:002012-01-22T15:59:29.768-07:00Happy New Year Late ... My 100 Point Happy List for 20122012 is finally becoming a reality. For the first three weeks, I survived in a coughing-my- head-off time warp. Now that I am fully functional, I am on a one-woman quest to make every moment happy. So what is happiness anyway? A state of mind? A place? An experience? A meal? A person? My self-defined “happy place” usually involves friends and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-80868889653352239902012-01-09T22:34:00.001-07:002012-01-09T22:37:32.646-07:00My Excellent Christmas Adventure to the Big AppleI nearly forgot to mention about my trip to the Big Apple last week to visit my son for Christmas. Let me tell you all about it ... in a New York minute.
After arrival via the Santa express at 6 am on Christmas morning, I rode the comfortable and safe MTA to the Upper West Side. As is the case with every trip, the subway ticket machine sold me tickets, then the little monitor Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3New York, NY, USA40.7143528 -74.005973140.5035183 -74.285381100000009 40.9251873 -73.7265651tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-25427680311111746232011-11-05T14:41:00.007-06:002011-11-06T06:52:35.958-07:00Ceremonial Sauna: My First Sweat Lodge ExperienceWhen weakness is cleared from your Heartyour prayer will reach the glorious Beloved.~Rumi♥
Friday afternoon.
I was second to last to escape the office at 5:01. After a quick stop at Sunflower Market for bread and cheese, I shoehorned my way into the next lane and the next, and headed home. Friday early evening traffic was abhorrent. Cars oozed out of left turn lanes at every Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-29221949823953348662011-09-22T21:30:00.008-06:002011-09-24T08:01:16.657-06:00Upmteen Things I Re-Learned This SummerSummer arrives with a length of lights
Summer blows away
And quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave
-- “Summersong,” The Decemberists
Think outside the box. The T-Pain Green Team unraveled the day of the concert. My usual volunteer base who were already consumed with boating and wine parties, so I went to T-Pain’s base (ie 20-somethings) and lined up a Green Team team in Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-20028299097448585082011-07-23T15:34:00.006-06:002011-07-25T22:50:51.765-06:00Making Monday Magical Was a Drop In the Bucket for Mitch Barrett
It's a drop in the bucketAnd a bucket in the pondAnd the pond fills the riverAnd the river rushes onAnd every river swells a riverUntil the power can't be stoppedAnd what becomes a mighty oceanStarted with a drop--Mitch Barrett"Drop In the Bucket"
Life is more than fair. Polyanna, yes. But oh so true once again.
It all started last Friday evening when I made an appearance at Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1Sandy, UT, USA40.572500000000012 -111.8597221999999640.527757500000014 -111.93194619999997 40.61724250000001 -111.78749819999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-85461306186978832482011-05-30T15:05:00.003-06:002011-06-13T07:12:30.750-06:00Lessons From the Enchanted Forest: Cambriah Heaton and KinfolkI am doing my best to keep my head on straightI am doing my bestI am doing my best to keep the madness at bay I am doing my bestPut here on this planet to do my very bestOh yes my best! -- Kinfolk
Kinfolk's Cambriah Heaton shared her enchanting world with Ricochet House Concerts Wednesday in a magical performance that left the entire audience spellbound. With her delicate, whispery voice, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1Sandy, UT, USA40.5725 -111.8597221999999640.5277575 -111.93194619999997 40.617242499999996 -111.78749819999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-76819111856179582362011-05-29T13:33:00.002-06:002011-06-03T07:40:17.973-06:00U2 Concert Extra: The Fine Art of Taxi Stuffing and More As a "sidebar" to my U2 concert review, I must admit I was completely disappointed by the lack of planning and coordination around public transportation. With limited parking and a Trax line which stopped preciously at the stadium, we expected to be able to ride light rail. But one would have had to crowd surf to get on one of the cars by the time they reached Trolley Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Salt Lake City, UT, USA40.7607793 -111.8910473999999940.6844173 -112.07207439999999 40.837141300000006 -111.71002039999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-66094072311791851692011-05-29T12:36:00.003-06:002011-06-03T07:39:44.061-06:00U2 From the EndzoneThe more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then, than I do now-- U2, "City of Blinding Lights"
If you have read this blog oft, you know that I am drawn to the stage. Front and side, front and side, sometimes on, but always in the thick of the crowd. When I was invited to have a ticket in U2's general admission (floor) section, I responded Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Salt Lake City, UT, USA40.7607793 -111.8910473999999940.6844173 -112.07207439999999 40.837141300000006 -111.71002039999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-66217651784009326092011-05-22T16:09:00.018-06:002011-05-23T07:34:22.494-06:00Three Faces of Jen Hajj, Utah's Desert Songstress
When Utah acoustic singer/songwriter Jen Hajj told me she attended the rival high school in my hometown, Tempe, Arizona, she became my instant friend. Her music brings back scenes of my life growing up in the raw southwest desert. A classically trained vocalist, Jen has branded folk music as her own. She's sprinkled her repertoire with other genres to create unique sounds andUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1Salt Lake City, UT, USA40.7607793 -111.8910473999999940.6844173 -112.07207439999999 40.837141300000006 -111.71002039999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-40600263025260981002011-05-03T16:50:00.000-06:002011-05-22T16:51:10.028-06:00How to Turn Your House Into a Concert Venue ... 5 Easy and Fulfulling StepsToo lazy to get out to hear live music? Imagine going to a concert without leaving the house. You too can host a house concert and bring the music to you. Here's how a few of my friends planned and pulled off a wonderful evening of music, all in Monica's warm and beautiful home:
1) Reel in some musicians. Bobby did all the leg work here and snagged three musicians, on a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-15551513509961730832011-04-25T23:54:00.008-06:002011-04-27T00:08:30.195-06:00Diffused My Muse: Lost Without A TraceMy muse disappeared a month ago and has not been sighted since. My ability to write has been immobilized in the worst way since I began my writing avocation in the second grade. Yes, I can still write emails and Facebook posts, as well as shopping lists and technical writing for my job, but when it comes to those topics I'm passionate about, I've been neutralized.
For a time, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-88154931795469782172011-03-21T05:38:00.004-06:002011-05-22T18:52:12.348-06:00Tales of the Mosh Pit: Flogging Molly in Las Vegas
All during March, I indulged in an Irish music fix. I tuned in to Celtic Podcast before work. I rallied a dozen or so of us to hear the Wailing O'Sheas at Piper Down and almost 60 to hear Swagger and the Young Dubliners at The Depot. Ten of us decided our St. Paddy's would be incomplete without hearing a real Irish band, Flogging Molly. A half-day road trip from Salt Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Las Vegas, NV, USA36.114646 -115.1728160000000135.9816575 -115.34909250000001 36.247634500000004 -114.99653950000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998879652036786913.post-6577308734578549222011-03-16T21:25:00.004-06:002011-03-17T07:17:25.249-06:00Here's How Much Fun My Friends and I Had At the Young Dubliners/Swagger Concert on Saturday
Missed the concert? Press play and get jiggy without delay.
Last Saturday, I shared my love of the Irish rock bands Young Dubliners and Swagger with a few dozen of my closest friends. For those of us who had jigged non-stop through Swagger and the Dubs at the Irish Festival in August and the Harry O's concert in late December, buying a ticket to their concert at The Depot in Salt Lake Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3Salt Lake City, UT, USA40.7607793 -111.891047440.6307558 -112.1245069 40.8908028 -111.65758790000001