Wednesday, January 12, 2011

These are the roots of rhythm and the roots of rhythm remain.

I said, "Take this child, Lord, from Tucson, Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
and she won't bother you no more."

This is the story of how we begin to remember.

This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein.

After the dream of falling and calling your name out.

These are the roots of rhythm. And the roots of rhythm remain.

--Paul Simon, Linda Ronstadt, Under African Skies.

Did you know? The Arizona flag is the prettiest of all the state flags. Fact.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Aw jeez, there's a rat in the ceiling. Or possibly wolves in the walls. Becca insinuated it might be an alien intruder, which would be great, but only if I could rely on some significant extraterrestrial detective work to help remedy the situation. But alas, I have only my wits and a rat in the ceiling.

Okay, I've decided he's a small mouse and his name is Moose. And he's my friend and totally won't give me the Hanta Virus.

This seems like as good a time as any to do a 2010 concert recap and try to forget yesterday for a moment.

My resolution last year was to attend more live music concerts. That happened... mostly. I certainly bought more tickets to more live music concerts. Here are the concerts to which I purchased tickets but did not attend:

Mark Cohen
OK Go
Julia Nunes (still angry about that one)

Here are the concerts I did attend:

String Quartet at American History Museum
Carolina Chocolate Drops
Vampire Weekend
Janelle Monae
Patomac Bombs
Punch Brothers
The Hallelujah Chorus at the National Cathedral

Pretty good list, all around.

Saturday, January 08, 2011

A prayer to Nuestra Señora de las Estradas:

Why? As though there is not enough blood spilled in the desert.

A prayer of thanks that my loved ones are safe, a prayer of desperation that others are not.

The dead: Christina Greene, 9, Gabe Zimmerman, 30, John Roll, 63, Dorthy Murray, 76, Dorwin Stoddard, 76, Phyllis Scheck, 79.
And a political leader who is by all accounts decent, for isn't that the most sacred thing in politics, is critically wounded. For what? To prove a point? For a crazy man's wild fantasy that his legacy would last?


John McCain said it best: this is a disgrace to Arizona.

Little Christina was born on 9/11/2001. She was nine. And she was stolen from our desert and our sky.