Monday, November 16, 2009

Good Mom, Bad Mom...

There's a new conversation I have with myself.  As I go through the day I rate certain "moves."  Does this move make me a "good mom" or a "bad mom?"  Here are a few examples of the game: 

This evening I'm taking a baby CPR course = "good mom"
I waited until they were practically 10 months old to take it = "bad mom"
tomorrow I'm taking them for their flu shot = "good mom"
tomorrow I'm taking them for their flu shot = "bad mom"

So you get the gist of the game, right?

Yesterday I joined another gym.  I say another gym because I am currently getting letters from a collection agency for the crappy gym I already belong to ("bad person").  We're working that out.  ("good person").  So, the new gym I've joined has DAY CARE for babies 3 months and up.  Seriously?  Who's leaving their 3 month old at the gym day care?  That's a "bad mom".  I mean, "good mom" that she wants to take off that weight, but 3 months old?  That baby can barely hold their head up, if they can at all.  Just judgin', I mean sayin'.

Anyway, the gym has TVs on all the cardio equipment, and channel 3 is a direct feed into the daycare.  So you get to watch your baby (in my case bies) the whole time you're doing cardio.  Seriously?  I don't even watch my babies that much when I'm at home with them ("bad mom").  And then you have to feel all that guilt when your baby (in my case bies) are in the day care, but YOU'RE watching Oprah ("bad mom").  And you have to REALLY worry when you walk around the gym and see OTHER PEOPLE watching the daycare channel.  I mean, sorry.  But I read People Magazine back to front.  Anyone watching the daycare channel at the gym is suspect to me.  ESPECIALLY if my two babies are the only ones in the day care.  So I'd spend my whole cardio session walking around the gym to be sure YOU'RE NOT watching the daycare channel.

I bet as a "non mom", when the gym sales boy tells you "we have day care for babies 3 months and up," you think to yourself "this doesn't apply to me but that certainly is a nice amenity for moms.  What a nice gym I'm about to join."  In reality, all that gym daycare does for me is turn me into a raging, self judging lunatic of a mother. 

Me at the gym:
ME: "Oh, hi Linda!  I didn't know you belonged to this gym."
Linda:  "yes, I do.  It's so great you joined the gym" (Linda thinks to herself Kristen really needed to join a gym)
ME: "yeah, you know.  just want to lose that last five pounds" (Kristen knows it's 15 lbs and that Linda is judging her)
Linda:  "where are the babies?"
ME:  "oh, they're here at the day care - you can watch them live on channel 3 as they learn to socialize with other children & adapt to new environments and grown ups so they're not clingy mama's babies.  I am likely exposing them to all types of danger, like H1N1 per The Today Show, or potentially harmful strangers jogging as they watch channel 3, but I refuse to be one of those paranoid crazy mothers, who me?"

And so my internal game of "good mom/bad mom" rages on.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Great Weekend with Nini and the band!


Just getting back from a great weekend of dates with the band!  This is the first time we've done a "string" of dates since March, 2008 - it felt so great to be back out doing what we love.  Thanks to everyone for coming out to support us.  It was so great to see all the familiar faces in the audiences.  In Northampton we actually had several brand new people who had never seen us before.  I had to reprogram my brain for a minute!  This is the only AR they've ever known!  No comparisons to be made.  They loved what they saw and I could've kissed them full on the lips!

In Philly we got to have dinner with Jenny Z. and her husband Marc, and our old friend Marcy Lang opened the show.  Again, loads of familiar faces including some fans who first saw us in 1997 - the original AR lineup with Peppy (lead vox), Suzanne (backing vox), Cathy (lead guitar),  Teri (bass) and me on drums!  They said this latest version of AR reminds them of those early days when the band was comprised of best friends from Bucknell.  I knew exactly what they meant by it.  Nini has become a very good friend over the past few years, and I'm glad people can feel that in the audience.  Bandmates getting along is such an important element to what makes the chemistry work.

And last night in New York City I thought I stepped into a time machine.  It was OLD SCHOOL AR for sure.  So good to see all the fans who helped create the Traveling Circus!  It's been so long since we've seen many of you and we're glad to have you back out at shows.

We hope to keep this energy and excitement alive over the next few months as we focus on recording some studio tracks for you.  We will be doing as many local shows as possible and plan on hitting the pavement much harder in the new year.  In the meantime, many of you who were in attendance know, Nini Camps is 7 months pregnant and due in late November!  We're thrilled for her, obviously, and want to be sure she has the time she needs to get through the next few months in the healthiest way possible.  She is a confessed workaholic, so studio tracks will definietly be in the works.  But touring will have to wait until the new year.  Like I said, though, local shows will continue as long as they can and I'm sure they will start up as soon as Nini feels up to it after she delivers.

In the meantime, we will be doing another show at Caserta Vecchia on Wednesday night - October 14th.  Again, it will be a 3 course dinner deal plus US!  And when I say US, I mean Dena too.  It will be a mellower version of the show with Dena's set up being much sparser than usual.  Intimate.  And fun.  And the food is outstanding, so everyone's a winner.  Make your reservations now for a really great night of food and music.

Also, we will be loading a few of the Inst-Antigone Live! recordings from this weekend's run into our Snocap store.  It takes me a few minutes to get it all done these days, so bare with me.  We will send out a mass email this week once everything is posted.

In the meantime, keep checking back to our ARTV channel on You Tube.  We've started posting backstage and behind the scenes footage from this run of dates.   Four clips just posted from our Iron Horse date in Northampton, MA on 09.10.09.  Also, Amanda has posted several videos from our NYC show on 09.12.09.  Be sure to check out her You Tube Channel as well!

Lastly, after a short hiatus, the message board is back up and running.  We were having a fairly intense spam problem that we were unable to keep up with about a month or so ago.  We've installed a few more security features and hope to have things a bit more under control.  Please feel free to post your thoughts and comments on the board and email us if you see anything you really didn't expect to see, if you know what I mean.

Keep checking back!
Hendo

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Antigone Rising - Tales From Wonderland

Four months after the release of From The Ground Up, Jason Flom was "let go" from Warner Music Group.  His departure left our future uncertain.  We were totally freaked out, to say the least.  But after several group huddles with management, band and label it was determined that Lava Records would hang on to us.  They sent us down to Nashville, TN to begin writing our follow up studio album.

In February, 2006, we packed our bags and moved into a house funded by the record label.  It was such an amazing thing to have happen.  After all the worry and fear that the label would drop us, their willingness to ship us off to write our new CD seemed like a blessing.

I shipped my computer down and set it up in one of the bedroom's.  Our publishing company, Warner Chappell, set Cassidy and me up on several songwriting dates.  She and I literally woke up every morning, looked at our schedule, mapblasted directions to the location of that day's writing session, and headed off to write many of the songs that eventually ended up on the studio CD.

One day while Cass was in L.A. on meetings, I had a writing date of my own.  Judy Stakee, our point person at Warner Chappell, really wanted us to meet and write with a guy named Jay Joyce.  He produced Patty Griffin's Flaming Red and she thought he'd be a great person for me to sit with.  Turns out Judy Stakee was absolutely right.  Jay and I had instant chemistry.  He and I wrote and demo'd a song together that day in his home studio.  Of all the dates we'd been on so far, this guy was by far my favorite.  His sensibility was right in line with the band's, and his home studio and production style on our writing demo got me thinking.

As soon as Cassidy got back to Nashville, I made sure we got back in to write with him.  Together that day we wrote a song called Serial Killer.  Aside from being totally psyched about the song itself, the demo Jay produced of it was so unbelievable.  Our manager, Scooter, agreed and we put forth to the label that we'd like Jay Joyce to produce the upcoming record.

The label agreed to Jay.  They just didn't agree that we had the songs to go in to make the album.  We disagreed.  A few weeks later we parted rather amicably from Warner Music (Lava/Atlantic), unsure of what was ahead.  We knew we had written a lot of great songs during our time in Nashville (and Cass' time in L.A.), but we needed financing to get into the studio and properly make the follow up to From The Ground Up.

Fortunately our manager at the time, Scooter Weintraub, had the where with all to contact Starbucks.  Starbucks had voiced all along that they wanted to be involved with our next release, and together Scooter and Starbucks put together a deal that would enable us to do just that.  Only there would be NO record label involved.  It was a deal made directly between us and Starbucks.  They would finance the recording of our record, and in return we would hand them 50,000 copies of our creation, artwork and all.  We, in essence, would act as our own record label and Starbucks would distribute it throughout it's 4,000 stores.  It seemed like a dream deal.  And to be quite honest, we had no other offers on the table.  If we were going to make this record the way we wanted to, we had to make this situation work.

As many of you who work in corporate America know, deals can drag on.  and on.  and on.  This deal was no exception.  But Jay Joyce carved out time for us to record in January, 2007 and our window of opportunity to work with him was closing rapidly.  His manager was playing hardball with us and we still didn't have money from The Bucks' to get things rolling.  I recall personally making several phone calls to my management and Jay during the week between Christmas and New Year's to be sure we could start recording the first week of January.  Cathy and Uncle Pam (from our management office) quarterbacked getting everybody's flights arranged, apartments rented for us to live in, cars rented for us to drive in, gear situated for us to play on the recording, etc. etc.  And ultimately, our manager Scooter Weintraub figured out a way to front us a good deal of money to get down to Nashville to start recording as soon as the new year hit. 

On January 4th, 2007 we touched down in Nashville, TN.  We arrived at Jay Joyce's home studio, took our places, and recorded a song a day for the next three weeks.  The mood was set.  Candles were lit, Jay's brother Tommy cooked us the most amazing lunches and dinners, Jay's black lab Max slept in the big room through most of the sessions, American Idol auditions were on TV in the next room if you weren't tracking in the studio.  Nikki Hirsch, our former product manager at Lava Records, flew down on her own for a few days to be in on the sessions and to help advise us on how to release the album.  Scooter and Aunt Pam spent a few days with us to be sure the album was headed in the right direction.  Scooter had a vision for the record.  He felt strongly that it have a strong rhythmic pulse throughout, that a percussion player on the tracks would help give the CD an identifiable sound.  Jay hired a good friend of his, Giles Reaves, to sit in on the sessions to play percussion and some keyboards.  Cathy also played keyboards on a few of the tracks.  And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Jason, our pro tools engineer! 

In the midst of recording, the actual Starbucks contract came in the mail.  As is always the case, we waited and waited and waited for months on end for it, but now in order for us to get a check cut to pay for the recording we needed to sign on the dotted line immediately.  We read the contract, of course.  We mulled it over in the kitchen, on the front porch, even in the big room where we were recording.  There were things in it we didn't LOVE.  But ultimately we were being allowed to make our record.  We'd figure out a way to make it work.  So we thought.  That day.

So, three weeks after landing in Nashville to record, and about a year after living there for several months to write the record, we were DONE!  Now all we had to do was wait for mixes.  Jay worked fast and by early February we started receiving songs.  We were BLOWN AWAY.  We were THRILLED!  All of us.  Scooter questioned song sequence, like any great manager should do, and we fought him.  We fought each other on which songs should stay and which songs should go.  We compromised.  But we came to an agreement.  Now we needed artwork.

Jen hooked us up with an incredibly talented photographer named Adam Wallacavage.  We shuffled down to Philly and spent the day in his amazing brownstone.  Jen also arranged for stylists to help clothe us for the shoot.  We had hair stylists, make up artists, the whole nine yards.

And after the photoshoot we did a video shoot!  Jen's extremely talented husband Marc Brodzic shot and directed a music video for Broken.

I've gotten emails and tweets from people asking me to speak about what's happening right now.  I honestly don't have words.  I usually have clarity within a few days.  I know many of the fans are excited to have the music.  I wish I could say I'm glad you do.  I'm having trouble reconciling the way it was released.  This wasn't just Cassidy's record.  It was mine.  And Cathy's.  And Jen's.  And Dena's.  We bled for it too.  Our hearts broke over it too.  There were a lot of people involved who deserved a thank you.  Being able to mention them in this blog makes me feel a little bit better. 

I am undyingly grateful to our fans.  The ones who support us, the ones who support Cass, and the ones who still support us both.  Your passion and commitment to what we built together is a testament to our blood, sweat and tears.  I am humbled.  Truly.

Kristen

Watch us recording Tales From Wonderland:
Antigone Rising's "For The Record" Episode 1
Antigone Rising's "For The Record" Episode 2
Antigone Rising's "For The Record" Episode 3


Check out the artwork and proper credits for Tales From Wonderland:

Saturday, August 29, 2009

After the Water Weight

Many of you have emailed with questions regarding ice box cake.  When I say many, I probably mean 1 or 2 of you tweeted me.  Possibly 3.  It's hard to remember.  I don't sleep much and I gave birth 6 months ago, so I am unapologetically still suffering from a hormone hangover.  Spell check is telling me unapologetically is spelled incorrectly.  But I googled it and it's not.  Stupid spell check.

Ice box cake is whip cream and chocolate wafers.  That's it.  And it's the type of thing that tastes even better the next day.  Or even two days later.  By the third day, it's a little stale.  But you'll be done with it by the third day, trust me.

The Ice box cake I made the other day felt like an end of a bender.  I'm trying not to obsess over the fact that there are a few extra baby pounds refusing to just disappear.  Pounds that actually AREN'T water weight, but rather evidence of a few too many Ben & Jerry episodes shared with my equally pregnant partner.  Back when we were simultaneously pregnant, that is. (what? you've never done that?) 

I'm actually going to have to DO SOMETHING in order to take off the remaining weight.  Ugh.  Seriously?

It's not even that I don't have time.  Though trust me, I absolutely DON'T have time.  These twins hand me my ass on a daily basis.

It's not even that I don't feel physically motivated.  But trust me again.  I sleep SO LITTLE I can nap standing.  I'm not exaggerating.  And I am an exaggerator.  But I'm not here.

It's not even that I don't like running or walking or biking.  Because I actually sometimes do.  Sorta.  About five minutes into it for the length of one rockin' P!nk song.

I'll tell you what the problem is.

My living room.

It's LOADED with baby "crap."  Definition of baby "crap" = exersaucers (2 of them), car seats (2 of those) Pack n' Plays (1 of those) and an 8 panel baby gate that takes up about 30 square feet in front of my TV (displayed in the photograph with only 6 panels).

It's making it impossible for me to start the P-90X program.

And the fact the program demands I take a "before" picture.  (shudder).

I'm at a crossroads in my life.  I can choose to become a fat mom who has swinging under arms, or I can pull my shit together and do the P-90X program.  The choice seems simple.

No more excuses.  But I'm not posting the "before" shot until the "after" shot.

Deal?

Deal.

-Hendo

Friday, August 21, 2009

Itch Scratched.


-Hendo

Icebox Cake

Tomorrow is my birthday. I want icebox cake. I googled it and found a recipe. It's easy to make.

I still haven't lost the last of the baby weight. So I've got this little demon on my shoulder making me feel guilty about the icebox cake.

Fuck the demon.

I want icebox cake.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Cartilage Floats...

Sandra Bullock starred in a movie called "Hope Floats." Did you see it? I'm not good at remembering specifics about movies. I just remember she was in it. So was Harry Connick. So was "Gloria"...Gena Rolands, I mean. I just googled that. Can you believe they actually remade "Gloria"? Why'd they do that? Anyway, the fact that I remember 3 of the actors from the movie is astounding. I also remember a particularly moving scene when the adorable daughter wants her daddy...none of this has ANYTHING to do with the fact that I have floating cartilage in my knee. It's just my blog title reminded me of the movie and I blogged my train of thought for you all.

Tomorrow morning I'm going for an MRI. The doctor seems to think I've got a piece of floating cartilage in my right knee. About 5-6x a day, without any warning or provocation, I get sent through the ceiling in agony because something (assume piece of floating cartilage) lands on a nerve in my knee. It's not the type of pain you can grab and rub and make feel better. It's the type of pain that decides how long it will last, how intense it will blast me, and when it will come back again. It feels a bit like what I assume electroshock might feel like. When I'm sleeping. When I'm walking. When I'm sitting. When I'm feeding babies. When I'm playing bass at my kitchen table with Nini and Cathy. Whenever it damn well feels like it. It lands. Right on a nerve. And I twitch, sometimes dramatically. Always with a vocal "ah" or "AHHH" or "AHHHH SHITTTTTTTTTT".

I will keep you posted on the results of tomorrow's MRI. In the meantime, I'm going to visualize hope floating in my knee instead of cartilage.

Hendo

Friday, July 31, 2009

The Surprise Announcement

Obviously I'm not going to spoil the surprise announcement here on my blog. You'll hear about it on Tuesday via Twitter and Facebook, which are both more fun than a blog anyway. At least Twitter is. Facebook I'm not so sure about. Facebook is fun for friends. I've reconnected with about 90% of my past, which is good...ish. More good than bad, amen. Does Facebook work for bands? I definitely don't have fun trying to maintain the page. It's always changing and I can never find what I need when I want to post something. So I make Nikki do it. ANNOYING. Especially for Nikki. Myspace is a much more user friendly atmosphere for bands. It just feels like nobody is really there anymore. Just annoying spam type people. How are you all using these various social networking sites? I'm very curious...

I tend to watch a little bit of children's TV these days, for no apparent reason. So I will give you 1 Blues Clue on the announcement. Hint: Pizza is involved.

Tweet you on Tuesday....and Facebook you too.

Hendo.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Shorter Blogs are Better Blogs

Note to self and to my legions of blog subscribers. Future blogs will be shorter. Longer than a tweet, but shorter than too long.

The Mouse Behind the Dishwasher

The other day we found mice droppings in the kitchen. I think even for anyone with a sane mind, finding mice droppings is disturbing. So I want you to imagine what it did to me - woman who sees at least a few minutes of every hour every night for the past 7 months (last 2 months of pregnancy aren't exactly restful....). The thought of adding to my daily duties "kill mice intruders" seemed exasperatingly overwhelming. I mean, obviously capturing them humanely in the state I'm in would demand FAR too much focus and attention. Of which I have neither. My days of 3 hour meditations are long long long long gone sadly. I don't even have time to listen to a Pema Chodron book tape these days people. This blog right now is happening during a hormone blackout. Trust me. I won't remember it happened. I digress...

Good news came in the form of a paralyzing stench from behind the dishwasher. Scratch off list "mouse trap." Add to list "call neighbor Mike and beg him to remove dead mouse from behind dishwasher." Last night we saw neighbor Mike and explained our latest "only females live in this house" dilemma (we can't put Thomas to work just yet). Turns out Mike doesn't do mice. He jumps up on chairs. And for the record, he doesn't do spiders either. So now we've got a real problem on our hands.

Back in 1996, I had an apartment in New York City warmly nestled above a bar called Henrietta Hudson's. Aside from it's obvious unbeatable geographical location, it was, how shall I say this, INFESTED with mice. Steve, my upstairs neighbor, would come down nightly to remove the trappings of the day - often times humanely. At the time, I used to sleep at night and humanely capturing unwanted intruders didn't overwhelm me so much. I Facebooked Steve, who now lives in Nyack, and he said he'd be happy to help out with the latest mouse haunting I'm experiencing. How's the fall look? DAMN! I mean, yes, I'm glad we'll get to visit. But that stench, well, by fall...

My Dad asked, "are you sure it's a dead mouse? Cause I think you'd smell it under the sink or when you opened the stove...."

Excellent point Frank Hendo. Excellent point. @lizbrooks and I are going to chase this mystery down hopefully at the next dual twin nap. This morning's dual twin nap is officially coming to an end (insert screaming Thomas). If it is a dead little stinky mouse, maybe we'll post a photo...if it isn't, at least I get to see my old neighbor Steve in the fall.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Hangin' with Hendo!

I'd like to thank 'A Trifling Matter' for the divine inspiration tweeted in my direction. I feel 10 lbs. lighter with my new blog name. Which reminds me. I need to lose the last 10 lbs. of baby weight...any inspirational tweets for that?

Hendo

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

New Name for My Blog

I've tweeted it out to the universe, and I must admit I got some very creative suggestions for what I should rename this very blog. As tweeted, I think 'Kristen Henderson of Antigone Rising' feels a bit clunky, lacks spunk and originality, and doesn't give me any room to stretch my blogging prowess into other arenas, like say exersaucer reviews, or which Baby Einstein DVD is truly the best, or how I'm going to make Lizzy pull out the dishwasher tomorrow to get the dead mouse I suspect is back there.

There are two suggestions in particular that stood out from all the tweets received and I would like to acknowledge them here. The first came in from Chuck, long time friend/fan of the band. His suggestion was 'Antigone Blogging.' Just the thought of it makes me laugh. I picture Antigone alone in the cave about to tie the noose around her neck, but wait...one more blog before she goes.

I believe many of you can guess who the second suggestion came in from. I would like to point out this was the favorite of both Sarah & Lizzy over our Ruby Tuesday Welcome Home Dinner.
'KRISTENREALLYHEARTSCOURTNEYNOTSARAH'

Keep the suggestions pouring in...

Until tomorrow.
Hendo


Monday, July 20, 2009

$20 for $25,000.

The other day I got one of those spam tweets. For those non savvy twitter peeps, that's a 140 character or less piece of spam that comes into your twitter account. This one said something about babies and a free subscription. Like a jack ass, I clicked it. Lo and behold, it was a free subscription to a baby magazine, one that I've read in the waiting room of my OBGyn and I actually find informative, which leads to this quick side story.

I used to work in advertising in a prior life (shout out Chiat/Day). Sales reps from this particular baby magazine used to call on me to advertise my clients products in their book. I used to snicker on the inside because the mag was distributed FOR FREE in doctors offices around the country. So my 20 something year old ignorant self thought the circulation numbers were grossly inflated, who's REALLY reading this FREE magazine in the doctor's office? Turns out ME. Seriously, 20s were the darkest years. You think you know everything and you really know jack shit.

OK. Back to the story. I fill in my information for the free subscription to the magazine I used to cut from my media plans because I thought new moms didn't actually read it (sorry to the publishers of the magazine 10 years later). Upon hitting "send", I get prompted to enter some baby photo contest. Well, I happen to have 2 of the most beautiful babies in America....and I happen to own the Ashton Kutcher Nikon camera.....and I happen to take about 30,000 photos of my babies a day. So I've got a few shots that I think to myself on the inside make me eligible to be the next Annie Leibowitz of child photography. Like a complete jackity ass, I enter one of the photos into the contest.

HAH! What was I thinking?

Needless to say, the contest people AGREE with me! They too think my baby is ONE OF THE MOST beautiful babies in all of America. And if I pay $20, my most beautiful baby COULD BE one of 1,500 chosen to be in a coffee table book. And FURTHERMORE, could be THE SOLE winner of a $25,000 bond. They seem emphatic about it, as they've sent me nearly 3,000 emails in the past 2 days reminding me to pay $20 before my baby is no longer in the running to be THE MOST beautiful in America.

In all honesty, my conflict is twofold. Aside from the contest's obvious "send us your money and we'll declare your baby the most beautiful on earth" scammish nature, I can't just let ONE of my baby's win! I feel guilty for only submitting ONE baby and EVEN MORE GUILTY that I submitted the one I did to this scammer contest!!!

So I'm going to forgo the contest, keep my $20, and see if I get my free subscription. I will read the magazine cover to cover, in an ironic twist, and pray my baby's photo doesn't start showing up in random places.

The biggest difference between my 20s and my 30s? At least in my 30s I get what a jack ass I am the moment I hit "send".

Monday, July 13, 2009

Out with the old....







So, I bought a bass guitar. I really struggled with the decision to buy it. I figured I must know someone who can lend me one while I explore whether or not this will be something I do in the long term (be a bass player). And sure enough, I did find a few people who had bass guitars. They just weren't Fender J Basses, like the one I wanted. I researched it. Basses. And I got obsessively meticulous. I went to guitar stores and played them. All of them. And the Fender J Basses felt right. So right, they made me feel like I wanted to become a long term real life bass player. So I made a deal in my head. I will buy my own Fender J Bass, but I will SELL one of my Fender electric guitars in order to do so. And that's exactly what I haven't done yet.

You see, when my dream Fender J Bass became available on eBay BEFORE I sold my Fender Esquire Reissue, I figured fine. I'll buy the bass. And then I'll sell the Esquire. But it was 4th of July week, and who's really looking to buy a guitar on eBay during the 4th of July? So now the week is over. And today I snapped open my '59 Fender Esquire Custom Shop Reissue to take photos of it to put it up on eBay. But it's just so...heavenly. I mean, what a GREAT guitar. How can I sell that one? What am I thinking? It was my go to guitar for "Buying Bridges" when we were touring. It just sounded SO good with a little chorus pedal. Just the right amount of scratch in the rhythm part, and when I kicked it in with the over drive pedal for the closing dual solo with Sibby, oh how we'd sore together. It bounced off the back of the arena walls in Chicago when we opened for The Stones. Which got me to thinking! We opened for THE STONES!!! How could I ever get rid of THAT guitar? I can't bare to...so which guitar do I sell?


Maybe I should sell my Martin M3SC. That's the Shawn Colvin signature model. For any of you that know me, well, you know what that guitar could possibly mean to me. I bought it with money from our record deal advance. It was like a dream to even HAVE money from a real record deal advance! Now I'm contemplating selling off that very same guitar I bought with the money from my record deal advance? Who does that?

And only a fool would sell a '67 Fender Tele. I mean. That's not even an option. I could buy 25 Fender J Basses with what I SHOULD get for a '67 Tele. It's not even the same market. Or the '78 Tele for that matter. I could probably get 10 J Basses for that. And you certainly can't expect me to sell my '52 Tele Reissue that is my PRIMARY electric guitar through thick and thin. It's the Springsteen look a like. The one I PLAY.

Obvi. NOT selling the 1964 suburst Gibson J-45. I mean. That's not happenin'.

And you didn't just ask about my Buck Owens' Harmony acoustics. NO.

So anyway. This gets me back to my original dilemma. What to sell...what to sell...I can't just BUY guitars ad infinitum. I just googled ad infinitum and I'm using it correctly here. My primary job currently is raising MY OWN babies. So that's not very lucrative. I mean, rewarding - certainly. If dirty diapers paid for guitars, I'd be in business. Unfortunately, that's just not the case.

So let me go take the photos of the '59 Fender Custom Shop Esquire. And maybe I'll sell it. Because if I'm going to play bass, I do need a bass cabinet too...and I CANNOT imagine selling my Vox AC 30 amplifier to offset the cost of a new Ampeg Bass Cabinet....!

ps-I gave up trying to figure out how to layout the photos on this post. Before babies, I held myself to a much higher standard. Now, I strive for DONE.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Trying to get hip to Twitter while juggling Twins

is not easy.

But everyone I know can't believe I'm not tweeting. I've just been in a hormone haze is all. And this Twitter took a few minutes to catch on. A few years back I was talking to an internet promo company about it and I meant to get the band up and running then. Give me 'til week's end and I'll have the band up and tweeting...

The babies are trying to kill me.

I just want to say that because, though I don't think they do it intentionally, I think they may be trying to kill me. If you don't have children (or even if you do), you should definitely thank your parents for having you. They gave up everything for you. Trust me. I don't even understand tweeting because of these babies, and anyone who knows me finds this SHOCKING.

I have really good news that I'm announcing here first! So if you read my blog, you're getting the pre announcement before I announce it on the site...and I'll tweet about it once I figure out tweeting. I GOT A BOOK DEAL! HAH! Did you know I wanted one? Me either! I guess people find the story of how I started my family an interesting one, so I am co-authoring a book with my partner Sarah for Simon and Schuster (actually, Free Press, an imprint of Simon and Schuster). It will be out in March, 2011!

OK. I am now balancing a teething Katie (4 months old today, btw) in my lap so blogging has become dangerous. And Tucker is BARKING at the front door and is bound to wake up Thomas. So I gotta fly.

But we're doing some dates so I'll blog about those later today or tomorrow! And tweets are coming....very ironically, Katie tweeted right after I typed that!

; )
Kristen