Cattiwampus

Here's a fun video that we (mostly Jay, but I helped) made to go with one of his awesome songs with his band, Cheek.  It doesn't seem like slow motion, but it actually is.

We lucked out with the timing and weirdness of that ending.

CATTIWAMPUS

"We're #1. All others are #2 or lower."

Congratulations to my dear friends Tamarie and Jason for being at the TOP of this latest list of arts coolness in H-Town!  Catastrophic is indeed a local treasure.

http://www.houstoniamag.com/arts-and-entertainment/on-the-town/articles/top-7-art-deals-in-houston-september-2014

Throwback Thursday presents...

A very young Fleshmop:

Rich Tapia, my husband (wearing his very attractive Jesus Christ Superstar, star spangled, flare bottomed jeans), Scott Daniels, Ben Collis.

We sure miss you, Scott.

Rest in peace, Scott Daniels.

This has been an awful week.  Last Sunday, on Mother's Day, my husband and I learned that our friend and former classmate, Scott Daniels, died unexpectedly.  I had known Scott since elementary school (we actually were in a drama class together in the 4th grade), and he went to high school with us at HSPVA.  He was my husband's Fleshmop bandmate, a best friend, and brother.  We have been so sad.  He didn't get the help that he needed, wanted, and was on a waiting list for.  He shouldn't have died.  He left behind a sweet, 10-year-old daughter and a widowed mother.

No mother should have to go through planning a funeral for their child, and then least of all have it be on Mother's Day.  Ironically, this is the second time that we have lost a close friend on Mother's Day. It is the worst.  We are all devastated.

We'll miss you, Scott.  You were a sweet guy and just simply astonishing crazy genius on the guitar.  The times that I've heard him play, I was glued to each note.

We will miss you so much. This shouldn't have happened.

Fleshmop song (audio) on YouTube: A New Song

Featured in this news story with Horseshoe

Video of Scott playing with Carolyn Wonderland

The anniversary of being from Nowhere

February 20 marks my official anniversary of moving to the Pacific Northwest.  It's been fifteen years.  This also means that I've pretty much spent an equal amount of time here, compared to other cities that I've lived in long-term (Houston, Austin), and much more time than others (Portland, Chicago). 

This is why I don't feel like I'm "from" anywhere anymore.  (I grew up in Houston, but I fantasized about leaving there since I was ten years old.)

I'm a nowhere girl.  I can't figure out whether this gives me positive or negative emotions.  But it does align with my dilettante tendencies. 

Also, I realized that I've been painting mandalas in one form or another for 13 years now.  How about that.  I actually found a hobby besides music to stick with.  Go me.