This nonprofit organization is now in four cities. In Athens, it's 30 dollars that almost all goes directly into the pockets of local hospital programs and a community-wide free mammogram day later in the year. Props to Athens restaurants like Amici's and Barberito's for serving up lots of good food for free, and to Terrapin for hosting. Also, Anderson Farms from Madison roasted an entire pig in a wooden box. It was a boozy day in the sun filled with food, music, and men walking around in pink shirts. Seriously, this event needs to be publicized even more next year.
My mom died ten years ago this past week of breast cancer, so I thought it appropriate that yesterday was not only time and money well spent for a cause but also one of the best days I've ever had with girlfriends. I'm not even going to lie. By 2am we'd fallen into a state of pure absurdity.
Yesterday I celebrated St. Patrick's Day with gusto for the first time in years. I even dyed my vino neon green. I have spent a lot of time making fun of people who buy into holidays. Well, I still will never go in for buying a bunch of things for it, but if it's about food and friends and making everything look green just for the hell of it... I think that's what these arbitrary holidays are meant to be.
I couldn't help but post more about the band Native Run. Since hearing them for the first time, I've gotten to know their album "Ten Mornings." Their stuff is soaked in regional nostalgia that most indie rockers have lost sight of. Stephen Kellogg has it--for Boston, for other places he has travelled--so it makes sense they they would tour together.
Here is Native Run's "Virginia"--in my opinion, a song about the longing for a state that could give "Georgia on My Mind" a run for its metaphorical money.
These guys opened for Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers last night. Unexpectedly floored by them. Americana at its finest. Rachel, the lead, has one of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard live. Top it all off with...they're so nice! Chatted, danced down on the floor with them.
It's weird. I thought this month would be the most stressful of my life. Instead it is insanely calming--building to a crescendo softly. Every week I am surprised by little things that come my way, light my path to a new phase of my life. Example? Out of nowhere, one of my favorite bands of all time (Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers) scheduled a surprise show here in Athens for tomorrow night.
The last time I saw them, this past fall, I was utterly confused by life, in a bad relationship, seeking answers. I think I cried that night when they played this song below. The line? "And the history you've forgotten, you're bound to repeat." Tomorrow night I know I'll smile instead. No more repeating.
