Becky's Greatest Hits Vol. II

George Harrison February 25, 1943- November 29, 2001 "The Quiet Beatle" We still miss you.

I wish I could say this 2015 documentary taught me things about Janis I hadn't heard before, but not so much.  It basically drives home the same lore that has always overshadowed this epic lady: she was lonely, she was insecure, she was unlucky in love, she was an enigma.  But I did love the part that focused on the Monterrey Pop Festival......I've always really adored the scenes that show "Mama" Cass Elliott digging on Janis from the front row.  I also liked Janis's letters to family and friends being read in the voice of Janis by Cat Power......that was very touching.  Overall it's just another sad story of a legend of the 60's gone too soon.

My neighbor's cat. She may not be mine, but she certainly likes to hang out on my carport a lot. I welcome her mad hunting skills.

Jazz Workshop & Improv hosted by John Shaughnessy. Bring your axe, flute, horn, whatever and play some music, sing, bring your jazz and improvised music charts and have them performed by some of Charlotte's best jazz musicians. PA, baby grand piano, drum kit, amps provided.

Bless These Sounds Under the City with Dinner Rabbits and Sam the Lion Petra's 1919 Commonwealth Avenue 9 pm

Let me be angry.  Let me cry if I want to. Let me complain. Let me grieve. Let me have a minute. Let me be scared. Let me turn you off. Let me have silence. Let me commiserate. Let me hate you. Let me forget you. Let me say what I need to say. Let me scream. Let me feel it. Let me wrap myself up. Let me lick my wounds. Let me have my moment. Let me think on this. Let me process. Let me have time. Let me have space. Or let me be.

This is a book of quirky, slightly morose short stories by an author that seems fairly transfixed with terminal illness.  Its very modern voice on love, dating, blogging, etc was funny in parts, but to me mostly had a low-energy feel.....like the kind of stories a depressed undergrad with trendy dark-rimmed glasses and scruffy sweaters would write.  So not really me but wasn't a bad read during a few lunch breaks here recently.  To be fair, there is not a thing in the world wrong with this book.....it just wasn't written for me since I don't live in any of the NY boroughs, am not a recent college graduate, am not Jewish and still have my dad.  Does it translate?  Sure.  It just doesn't really interest a 41 year-old mother in North Carolina.  And yes, I'm not so smug that I know I won't be there one day in the mourning of a parent, but I prefer not to think about that while I'm doing some light reading on my lunch break. 

Valient Thorr with No Anger Control and Planet Creep Tonight at Snug Harbor 1228 Gordon Street 10 pm

Had the opportunity to get the sneak preview of the new record from Bless These Sounds Under the City .  Check it out over here at My City .  This is truly beautiful music that I can help but call "twinkly".  Keep them on your radar for upcoming dates and prospects for bigger things.  I can't help hearing them on some future soundtrack of a lovely indie film.  Or maybe in my own dreams......

Dear Eddie, I know you're a big Cubs fan. How could I not?  Anyone that knows you KNOWS that you love the Chicago Cubs. Didn't you write and sing a tribute song for them?  Aren't you at most all the home games?  Haven't you sang " Take Me Out to the Ballgame " and thrown out first pitches and posed with players and eaten all the hot-dogs?  And even though I never watch baseball, I want your Cubbies to win.  I do.  You gave me Corduroy.  You gave me Not For You and Lukin.  Your voice was the soundtrack of my teenage life.  So I'm gonna root, root for the Cubbies.  I'm gonna cross my fingers.  I'm gonna hold my rabbit's foot.  I'm gonna send out my good juju vibes.  Because those are just small things that I can do for you and your team, so I'm gonna try. And I hope you're gonna wake up tomorrow happy with a winning team.  I hope that for you and for Chicago.  You've all earned it....