Selections for the Day

Here’s a fun song for the day:


They’re playing the Abbot Kinney Festival this September for all you LA people, I think they’ll be worth seeing. After that they have a few dates supporting the band GroupLove, who I saw open for Florence and The Machine. GroupLove put on a great show (better than Florence in my humble oppnion).

Here are those dates:

9/28 – Portland, OR @ Group Love
9/30 – Seattle, WA @ The Vera Project
10/1 – Vancouver, BC @ Electric Owl

Here’s a fun throwback song by The Ladybirds, they’re a little bit Detroit Cobras a little bit Wanda Jackson.

Shimmy Shimmy Dang by The Ladybirds

They’re a good time 5 piece straight out of Lousiville, Kentucky, so there.

And lastly a new video from Sean and Zander, very Oh Brother inspired, very good.

Good songs to keep me from obsessing about my 1st and 4th graders second day at their new school. On to planning after school snacks and fun time.


Stay at home

You can take the mother out of the metal but you can’t take the Metal Mother out of the stay at home mother.

Only goodbye for now.

Well, we made it. We are now happy residents of the great state of Texas.

All settled into our new house in the little town of Dripping Springs, just outside of Austin.

We’re getting used to it quickly. It sure is a lot different than Venice Beach.

The kids miss their friends.

But they’re getting along pretty well.

There’s lots to do here.

And school starts next week so they’ll be making new friends in no time.

I was sad to say goodbye to so many great friends in LA, but they are family now, and you always see family again.

Music magic

Tidelands – Holy Grail

Created by: Illustrator and animator Ami Kutata

He’s My Brother She’s My Sister-Coattails

Directed by Sascha Ciezata
Story by Sascha Ciezata & Rob Kolar
Edited by Jacquelyn Herbert



The Regent Theater

These shows at the Regent were so special to us.



Mama Day.

I was a waitress for many years so when I go to a restaurant I do not want to stand in a buffet line and serve myself. I don’t know how this became the American tradition for Mother’s Day. Thankfully my husband knows this, and besides our usual fun Malibu Sunday (which is: Lake Shrine, Farmers Market, riding lessons), he also lavished a lazy day filled with love and yummy snacks and kisses on me. My best Mother’s Day yet! I got to read, look at the clouds with the kids, admire my growing garden, help Amelia finish a sewing project, and nap. I love it when I remember to be grateful right in the moment.

Thanks husband!

I also got to watch the kids come up with endlessly entertaining activities like bobbing for apples, and whatever they’re doing in this photo:

Those kids are genuine weird-o’s and I love hanging out with them.

That was my sweet and lovely mama day, but I always like to remember how Mother’s Day started in the US. Julia Ward Howe was an anti war activist. She penned the original Mother’s Day Proclamation in 1870. This is my favorite passage:

“Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy, and patience. We women of one country will be too tender to those of another country to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”

It helps to remember when we are so angry about some injustice that everyone was somebody’s baby. This does not excuse unacceptable behavior, but hopefully tempers our actions and judgements.

Recently a woman in Santa Monica was dancing naked on the roof of a building on Main St. It’s been reported that she had a flag and was also doing yoga poses. She fell or jumped. She lived but was very severely injured. I was on Main St. right when it was all happening. I felt an awful sorrow.

On my way home there were a group of people on the corner of Lincoln Blvd. and Rose Ave. in Venice protesting for peace. Others honked car horns in support. I usually love a good protest or rally, but this one did not lift my spirits. I kept thinking about the woman who jumped/fell, she was somebody’s baby. What happened?

It’s been reported that the people on the roof with her, also naked, ran from the scene. Wine and clothes were found on the roof. All of the people involved are described as transient.

A party on the roof all naked and free doesn’t sound terrible. So what happened? What happens to people as they make their way through life? Where are their moms to tell them to stay the hell away from the edge of the building. It’s not being fun and free, it’s dangerous! What is this young girls life going to be like now. Severely injured, transient, in her 20’s, shaved head…who is she and where will she go now? I hope she has a mama to go home to.

But now, it’s Friday and I want to watch this video over and over again:

This Train…

An aura of joy/love surrounded the Railroad Revival Tour Train. It followed us on our days off into swimming holes in Austin and the streets of New Orleans. It follows me still, and from what I gather, it follows the rest of the Revival family as well.

We’ve learned. We learned our history before we even stepped aboard. We learned from Ken Kesey;

“There are going to be times when we can’t wait for somebody. Now, you’re either on the bus or off the bus. If you’re on the bus, and you get left behind, then you’ll find it again. If you’re off the bus in the first place — then it won’t make a damn”.

We were all “on the bus”, except it was a train, and nobody got left behind. Even the fellas who owned the vintage rail cars we traveled in, were on the bus with us. Many said they had never had a more fun or polite group on board their cars, including former Presidents! But what I believe we learned is that it doesn’t have to be a manic whirlwind like the Kesey bus. The Revival family stopped to take it in. We smiled, we laughed, we played, we ate, we danced, we minded our manners, and then we remembered to sleep some too.

We also learned from The Festival Express. We learned to stock up ahead of time. We learned to make the shows an experience to remember, and we learned how to make a little money too. We learned that the magic and music on the train was going to be special and to make sure there was a place for that to happen.

We learned that we are all in it together. If delayed, maybe even a couple of hours, coming in to New Orleans, just make sure the horn players are blowing “When the Saints Come Marching In” when you pull up to the venue. We learned that if a State trooper in Texas is getting antsy and doesn’t want your train to pass through, send out a Texan to talk to him about guns and you can pull right into Marfa. We learned that if a lightning storm looms over the stage in Austin, acknowledge it’s awesome presence and it will be on it’s merry and powerful way with no harm done.

We learned to bring the train with us wherever we go, until it comes back around again.

Home is wherever I can do my laundry.

Back from the most magical and spirit lifting adventure.

But magic does not guarantee your clothes will be clean, and two weeks on the road (or tracks) with kids can be a truly filthy experience.

In our last stop, New Orleans, I bought a cook book.

This book is filled with tons of simple, down home recipes. Tonight I made the oyster stew, and it was a hit with my husband.

A hit with the husband but a total miss with the kids. So we made a deal that I would make them a salad, and if they ate all of it, then I’d make pie as well.

They did pretty well, and the pie is ready to go into the oven. If all goes well they’ll have a slice and actually be in bed on time.

After staying up until the wee hours for two weeks straight singing on a train barreling through the desert, making bedtime is a true accomplishment.

*I’m making the catfish bites Wednesday night if you want to come over.