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The Serenity Garden (journal part II)

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iliana
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350 posted 07-31-2004 06:38 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Believe it or not, I got into the scene on a very small-time scale when I was 19.  I was working in a music store (as I had classical training and was taking a break from college to earn money).  One of the frequent visitors who'd I became friendly with inticed me to bring my flute to his band, along with my electronic organ.  We were small time local; Dayton, OH.  We played mostly private gigs.  Three of those gigs I remember really well.  The first was a graduation party for a bunch of wealthy kids at their private club's pool.  Those kids got so high & roudy I thought our lead guitarist was going to be electrocuted when they began splashing water on him.  The second place that stands out in my mind was the NCO Club at Wright Patterson AirForce Base.  Never again, I told myself....need I say more.    The last was the last.  We played at this dive near University of Dayton, a place called, "The John."  Its attraction was the toilet phone booths.  Disgusting place and our last gig.  Those were, indeed, the days!
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351 posted 07-31-2004 06:40 PM       View Profile for GG   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for GG

Guess I need to be at home more often...
By the time I finish reading one post, there are three new ones!
I'm working on it though... I am.

I do need to leave home for awhile more, though
(what I really need is to move... Ahh!).
Just wanted to stop by and say I'm still reading and enjoying whenever I am home and have a chance.

Keep it up ladies.


Always, Alyssa

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
                  Joyce kilmer

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352 posted 07-31-2004 06:41 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Raph? I'll have to check and see if the hubby has it. He plays harp, so it's a good chance he does...and IF we ever get everything arranged over there, we're supposed to be able to burn from vinyls. According to my official computer nerd, anyhow.

Not that I'm suggesting piracy.

Not me. Nope.

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353 posted 07-31-2004 06:42 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

and GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ...

toilet telephone booths?

oh, please do elaborate!



just when I thought I'd heard of everything, too...
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354 posted 07-31-2004 06:43 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

GG -- welcome home.  Take care & hugs....jo
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355 posted 07-31-2004 06:45 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Karen -- I bet you can imagine what went on in them, too, I'm sure......
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356 posted 07-31-2004 06:47 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Yeah, that's my claim to fame --- playing at the John!  hehehe
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357 posted 07-31-2004 06:48 PM       View Profile for Local Rebel   Email Local Rebel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Local Rebel

Making a copy of an album you already own for your own personal use isn't piracy.  

Album...

Did I say Album?

Album.... Album... I haven't used that word in such a long time.... it just sort of rolls off the tongue... Album...

Album
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358 posted 07-31-2004 06:50 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

*shaking my head*

I'm trying to restrain m'self.

Sheesh.

Glad the stitches are healed.

and hugs, GG!
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359 posted 07-31-2004 06:50 PM       View Profile for Aenimal   Email Aenimal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Aenimal

No no not piracy And yes tis true about the vinyl to cd, just a pain in the butt especially with static and popping.

Keep the stories coming I'll be by later, right now my knee has swollen quite nicely so i'm off to ice it again and then pass out in a painful stupour.
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360 posted 07-31-2004 06:54 PM       View Profile for Aenimal   Email Aenimal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Aenimal

Hey Reb you have to have some equipment mishap stories. I once nearly killed one of my guitarists when one of my crashes went flying(the wingnut was loose) across the room. Luckily he ducked in time but he still has nightmares when he sees the Sybian logo. lol ow. Okay I'm really off

Raph has hobbled out of the building.
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361 posted 07-31-2004 06:54 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Boy do I know a lot of right times but wrong places.  Like it was the right time to see the Beatles [just off the Sullivan Show] while they were still in California - they were going to be up in San Luis Obispo at the college...

But...age was against me.  And the four free tickets that one of the four of my closest friends received meant that we four...were going to get to go...

until my Mom said..."you're much too young..."  [It sucks being 6 mo. to a year younger than your crowd...] so...they all went, but they never crowed about the good time they had in front of me.  Just that it was "ok".  Now?  I wish they had told me more...

~*~

But as far as Country Western artists, I've seen my share of them...Willie, Waylon and the boys...[I do love the guy who plays the harmonica...]; Randy Travis; Kenny Rodgers; Hank Williams [now, that crowd was a bit rowdy...]; Dylan; Oak Ridge Boys; Statler Brothers; Johnny and June; Alan Jackson; Pam Tillis...and several others...Gordon Lightfoot; the Rock and Roll shows where the elders get together and recreate heaven...

Two fun moments in the real...Sawyer Brown had just won Star Search and we took the two older daughters to a restaurant/lounge where they had been booked to play before the win...and bless their hearts, they kept the engagement...the night was slow and there weren't many there...

but hubby and I had just watched their win and we were excited to see some new, young, promising stars ready to rise to their zenith.  The girls were oh, let's see...about 13 and 11, I believe, and after the show they asked if they could go "backstage and get autographs"...which I thought would be OK, but when they didn't come back after a few moments, momma hen went searching...

and there they were, all girly giggles and squiggles and there was the entire band...the tallest one who later left said, You must be Mom...and drew me into a huge hug.  Now the boys were giving my little girls 8x10 photos, signed...and yep...Mom got one too, plus a lot of kisses on the cheek...

The other close up and personal encounter was with Roy Clark at the Drury Theater in Chicago...we got tickets late, but ha!  They were in the front row!  For someone [me] who appreciates talent, I had an unobstructed view of Roy and his prodigal musical "son" who was following in his footsteps...

after the show, Roy came out into the audience and started down the front row, shaking hands and kissing "some" cheeks...he was hot, tired, but I still appreciated his damp kiss...

and of course, there was the have to have show a few years ago - Neil Diamond...

and Neil Young...gads, I'm sure memories are going to start flooding back of all of the concerts I've been too - when I finally got "of age"...
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and Reb? A sad note for you--when my son was about four years old he fabricated a phonograph out of a coathanger and paper plates.

It just made me sad, somehow.

But the tradition of vinyls continues in this family. For our move we just completed a set of built ins to house a collection of well over 5,000.

and yanno? the quality of sound isn't really comparable, but oh...the sentiment.

We have the WHITE Beatles white album, and so forth, and the covers are so great. sigh sigh sigh and of course, many of them are signed too...

and Kari...I'm going to be searching for those pics of Charlie Daniels. The hubby roadied for him for a couple of years. Not many stories to tell about that one though. That particular Mr. Daniels runs a fairly tight ship.
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363 posted 07-31-2004 06:55 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Geez, I just told my son what I wrote about being in a band because I don't think he knew this.  You know what he said!!!  "Well yeeaaah, wasn't everybody from your generation!"  I think he knows more than I give him credit for sometimes!
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364 posted 07-31-2004 06:58 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Karen -- 5000; now that's a collection.  Remember when we'd all sit around in circles jammin', passin', and talkin' whoofers and tweeters?
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365 posted 07-31-2004 07:09 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Neil Diamond, Sunshine?  WOW!  My husband saw him a few years ago at the Rodeo in Houston.  Steve, that's my husband, grew up in India; went to Woodstock (no not the festival, the ex-pat school).  About the only record albums he could get there were the Beatles and Neil Diamond.  We have a sufficient collection, needless to say.  

Karilea -- When I first heard of the Beatles...it was from a junior high school friend who brought Beatle buttons to school.  That was before the release of their second hit.  When we had the chance to go hear them, my mom said the same thing, that we were too young.  Yeah, that would have been something to tell your kids about, for sure.  
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366 posted 07-31-2004 07:12 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Last story for a bit...and it's Raph's fault with the prompt about equipment problems.

This band we worked with (no particular claim to fame outside of some studio credit) but they were a hard-working opening act for a decade or so, and we were a not so hard-working crew.

Let's just call the guitar player "Hard Luck Harry." This poor guy suffered every known stage humiliation known to rock and roll.

There was the night his cord shorted out, and the only replacement we could come up with was two feet long. It looked pretty funny onstage as he appeared to be umbilically connected to the amp...

Then there was the Mardi Gras gig, and I fear some hallucinogens had slowed down reaction time of the crew. In the middle of a set, while he was singing, the mic stand very slowly slipped...and he slowly followed it, singing and squatting while his road crew just sat there, laughing too hysterically to be of any help.

Hard Luck Harry was the first to quit the band. He later made a living on Bourban Street, playing "Average White Band" style stuff for the tourists. One night, during a break, he stepped outside to smoke an illegal substance.

You guessed it. The cops got him and put him up against the wall, arms out and legs spread. Whereupon an inebriated gentleman saw him from behind and misunderstanding the event, the drunk guy proceeded to stand next to him, urinating on the brick wall next to him.

The cops arrested him too...



sigh

somebody stop me...I'm still pouting because Lyle Lovett & His Large Band is playing at MY Saengar theater tonight, and yes, eclectic me happens to be a major fan.

sigh.

oh well.

I happen to have some right here on my hard drive.
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367 posted 07-31-2004 07:20 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Poor Harry!  What a story.  I could visualize the crew loosing it!  Okay, I guess it's dinner time.  I won't ask for more right now, but hope we see some later.  
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368 posted 07-31-2004 08:41 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY, SERENITY!

[This message has been edited by iliana (07-31-2004 09:20 PM).]

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Hiya neighbors....I heard there was a garden party in the neighborhood today so I made us an icy pitcher of sweet tea and thought I'd tell ya'll a short (ok, I tried) story.  Sorry it doesn’t follow with the current theme but it does have to do with a previous discussion.

Back on June 30th, in the original Serenity journal, Karen made the following post:


"My father and I were in his garden, and I was perplexed as to why his marigolds were so much larger and blooming so much more prolifically than my own.

"How do you do this?" I asked him.

"Like this." And he stomped on one of his beautiful plants.

I was shocked and asked him why he'd done that.

"It's like this," he explained. "Something in that plant wants to live--and where the breaks are, the plant will heal itself and grow even stronger, and the result will be a larger tougher plant."

He showed me some of the scars on the other plants to prove his point.

Then he smiled at me and said, "Don't be afraid to pick your flowers, either. Flowers are a gift to us from God and they are meant to be shared. For every one you give away, two will bloom in its place."

Then he picked one and handed it to me.

Yep, "da lawd loves a garden"."


So, I'd read the story over coffee one morning and it interested me because I have a garden and because what it claimed seemed so far-fetched.  But being relatively new to "workin' the fields", I was quickly learning the value of other folk's experiences and antedotes and so I tucked the information away in the part of my brain where I store odd bits that I have no immediate use for, but find intriguing or think I may be in need of someday.  
A couple weeks later, I had friends over for BBQ one evening and the next day discovered that one of my cherry tomato plants was broken nearly in half.  The break was about 8 inches from the ground, up the main stalk.  It didn't go all the way through but far enough that the top part was now bent over and threatening to break completely if any more pressure was applied.  The leaves were already wilted and dying and I noticed that there were a few, very small tomatoes hanging from a stem which now had no way to send them nourishment.
My first inclination was to toss the plant out.  I had 6-7 others and this one hadn't been the healthiest to begin with.  But then I remembered Karen's garden story.  (Funny aside...back when I'd stored the story in the corn mazes of my mind, I'd remembered the plant as a tomato, rather than as a Marigold.  How bizarre, how bizarre...)
Anyway, I remember the story and am suddenly struck by a preview of the guilt I will feel if I don't at least TRY to save this plant.  So I come inside, get electrical tape, scissors and an old t-shirt to cut into strips.  Went to the edge of the woods and gathered a few straight, strong sticks from the ground.  Then began my attempt at "splinting" the stalk.
I managed to stake, bandage and tape the plant so that it stood upright.  I'd tried to line up the "inerds" best as I could, close as I could get them back to their original position, imagining the fine threads which ran the length of the stem, as equivalent to our bodies veins.  They would need to heal well for the plant to again use them for sending nourishment throughout, so I paid particular attention when reattaching top to bottom.  And just for good measure, I moved the “Serenity rock” from the ground beneath a towering Mexican Sage to the dirt covering the roots of the injured tomato plant.  Couldn’t hurt, ya know???    
Still, I doubted seriously it would work, that this plant would somehow regenerate or repair the parts that were damaged.  I was mostly going through the motions, so that later when it died, I would know that I’d at least made an effort to save it.  
Anyway, so then I pinched off any branches that were too damaged to survive, but that if left would continue to drain strength from the rest of the plant.  I stopped when I reached the 4 tiny tomatoes still clinging to one of the few undamaged branches, thinking for a minute to remove them but ultimately deciding to leave them alone and see just how strong this plant’s desire to live proved to be.  For the next few days I watered and watched as leaves, then branches continued to whither and die.  Then for a couple days, nothing happened, no change.  Then...new growth.  Below the break, but still new growth and reason, I thought, for hope.
I’m probably gonna regret revealing this, but well...I talk to the garden.  No particular reason, I’m not thinking it will make the plants grow faster, bigger or anything like that.  I just like talking to them...   Especially in the morning when I’m still grumpy and not so much looking for a conversation as I am just wanting to say “Good morning” to someone.  So when I saw new growth on the injured tomato plant, I said aloud “Cool, maybe you really do wanna live”.  
I won’t bore you with the rest of that conversation, except to say that it continued for a while and that daily visits became the norm after that.  
Slowly I began to see more and more tiny leaves sprouting between branches and stems, and a few of them were actually ABOVE the wound in the stalk.  And still the tomatoes hung, though unchanged in size or color.  I was beginning to think they were going to just hang there until they rotted on the vine, but was determined not to pinch them off until I had no other option.
During one of our morning conversations, I mentioned to the plant that I had grown quite fond of it and was happy and impressed at the progress it was making with the new growth and all, but that I really wanted those little tomatoes to make it.  To grow, sweet and plump, turn to orange and then to red.  And I wanted to pick one, ripe from the vine and eat it right there.  I smiled, just at the thought of it.  (I get an absurd amount of enjoyment from this garden...lol).  A couple days later it was time to fertilize so I mixed up a dose for the recovering plant and hoped it would find it’s way through healed “veins” to the top of the plant and the thirsty pea sized and colored tomatoes waiting there.    
So, based solely on Karen’s father’s theory and my crude attempts to practice plant medicine...I hoped.  And then...I waited some more.  Watched, watered and talked some more.  And finally, sighed at the realization that in spite of good intentions and best efforts, often you just gotta let nature take it’s course, whatever that might be.  
Because...every now and then, the most unlikely of theories when combined with a bit of tape and a lot of hope, plots a course that culminates weeks later, on a Saturday morning in late July, coffee cup in hand, entering the garden same as on so many days before.  But on this Saturday morning, there are bright orange tomatoes hanging among the healthy green leaves.  Plump, juicy, firm, ORANGE (soon to be RED) tomatoes!  
And I didn’t even try to contain my smile as I said Good morning to the garden’s newly painted gift.

All that to say this...
Thanks Sen, for telling such a cool story.  Ya never know what effect your words might have on someone or when they might be saving a tomato's life.  
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370 posted 07-31-2004 09:17 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Dunc, I need to take some time to respond to this. You've touched my heart beyond words.

I feel like my Dad just hugged me through you, and I am so grateful.

I've been sitting here for three days trying not to cry.

(Looks like you just shot that all to hell, but I think it's a really good thing.)

*shaking my head*

I always think I have you people fooled, too.

thank you so much.
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371 posted 07-31-2004 09:24 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

Sen??  You're more than welcome.  
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372 posted 07-31-2004 09:29 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

Duncan -- now I'm crying, too.  What a precious, precious story.  

Karen -- your Dad must have been one of a kind.   ...jo
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Ser?
C'mere...

Wow Duncan..that was beautiful !

And I won't tease you about talking to your plants..
I do it too.
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374 posted 07-31-2004 10:48 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

I think it's sweet he talks to his plants.  
 
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