June U.S. Vogue to be exact.
The write up is short but sweet. It's just nice to see him in a magazine like this because we don't get it very often. I feel like I get the short end of this acting stick since I live in the US, but it's nice for him. I would love to see an all guys Shakespearean play. I mean he's playing Viola for God sakes!
His plays travel to the West End later this year which means I don't get to see Johnny until at least 2013. This will just have to do.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
“When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.”
“I know how to do anything - I'm a Mom.”
“No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love.”
I spend all day, everyday with my kids. Well, when my son isn't in his half day pre-K class. We do a lot together. We play, we take photos, we shop, we take photos, we meet friends, we take photos. Our time is full so on Mother's Day, I'm going to do exactly what I want to do. I am leaving the house early and I'm coming home late. And I'm doing it alone.
So, I will spend Mother's Day with my best friend. She thinks I'm a great mother. She thinks I am funny. She thinks I am smart. She thinks I am beautiful. She thinks my shit doesn't stink. She thinks I can do no wrong and she even thinks I can be an asshole but she loves me like I'm perfect.
Some words for my babies...
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
“Before anyone plays with anything, I need you both to pick all this crap up out of the sunroom.”
“Momma, River isn’t helping!”
“River, are you helping your brother clean up your toys?”
“Because Owen can do it.”
“That isn’t the point. You helped make the mess, you help clean it up.”
“Why if Owen can do it?”
“Because I said so! Now clean up this crap or I’m throwing it out and you’re going to your room!”
“OK, I will go to my room and come out when Owen is finished cleaning.”
“That isn’t how it works. If you go to time out, your toys are going into the trash.”
Insert fake cry here…..“I want my toys.”
“Then clean them up and put them in your room!”
“But I shouldn’t have to clean. I’m just a little girl.”
“What the fu@k?” Yes, I said this in my sheer astonishment. “Who told you girls don’t clean?”
Shrugging of shoulders. That means she made it up. “River, if I have to ask you one more time to clean this crap up, you are in time out and I am throwing your toys away.”
Minutes pass, “Momma, River is just eating Goldfish and not helping!”
I think this is where my head exploded. A, I didn’t give her Goldfish, she horked them when I snuck off to pee alone. B, she hasn’t picked up one friggen thing!
“River, time out, NOW!”
“But Momma, I want my toys!”
“Kickin’ yourself now, aren’t ya?”
It’s been fifteen minutes and my daughter is still yelling for her toys which are now sitting on the deck in a trash bag. I won’t throw them out because Strawberry Shortcake toys are expensive but I will be dipped in shit before I give them to her before she has earned them back. I’m breaking hard core on her attitude. I’m okay if my kids have a little bit of asshole in them because I think it serves you well but I need to teach them how to channel it and use it for good. Clearly I’m going about it all wrong if my daughter thinks she can tell me that little girls don’t clean.
Have I taught her nothing? Does my daughter really think she can win a bottle of wills, with me? It's never too early for a good life lesson.
This is the speech I gave her before I slammed the door, locking her into her room like the Cinderella she portrays.
“River, everybody cleans. Boys clean, girls clean, Momma cleans and Daddy cleans. But I’m not throwing your toys away because you think you don’t have to clean. I’m throwing your toys away because you think its okay for someone else to do everything for you. Well it isn’t! Not in this house!
If you think you’ll get through life waiting for someone else to do everything for you, your twenties are going to be very long! No one does for you until you do for yourself and if you think I’m going to wipe your ass for the rest of your life, you’re delusional!
It’s nice to be cute but there is nothing worse than a cute girl who thinks she’s above it all just because she’s cute. Cute is a four letter word and it means nothing if you’re a total asshole.
I love you but CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM!”
Here's the funny part, she's in her room yelling "But momma, I want to listen to Johnny Flynn!" She's totally trying to butter me up so I will let her out. She yelled it over and over until I finally yelled back. "I can listen to Johnny Flynn without you! I hear he doesn't like little girls who don't listen to their mommas!" Then I just cranked up Been Listening to drown her out.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
While I was excited about seeing both these guys, I was also a little ambivalent. All ages shows scare me. You never know what you'll get. The first time I saw Johnny Flynn live I stood beside two girls that were so young they had bows in their hair. I heard them talking about Robert Pattinson and I cringed inside. Hey, I like him too! Cute as a button that one is but I don't go to see bands play because he once farted near them or had tea around the corner on a Tuesday while a fat lady sang in the alley. Get me? I just like good music.
I actually went to see Marcus Foster for a reason that was a little different than why I see most artists, even Johnny Flynn who is my Meca. I write. Every day I write. For the most part I've always done it but there were a few end of relationship and kid bearing years that I didn't because I just wasn't in a place where it was forthcoming but I'm going strong now, perhaps more than ever. I write long, long stories for many reasons and about many things but right now I'm writing a story about a girl named Immi. She's nineteen and she's been through unspeakable things but the whole point is that she make a journey and get to where the person in the song "I Was Broken" is. Which is not an easy thing to do, no matter the reason or how long the journey. So that song is special for me and it is the reason it was the only song I recorded that night. I'm so glad I did and I will post it below. I've heard other versions and recordings of this song and to be honest, they've all been crap by comparison. I don't know how to hear Marcus Foster preform this song and still be okay with anyone else doing it. His version is so good that it just seems wrong.
It took me about two hours to get to Jammi Java as I was coming from Maryland. I hit some traffic but if you're going into Northern Virginia and you don't, I think it's a sign of the apocalypse so don't get happy just yet when you sail through because you may have to offer your still beating heart to get out alive. The traffic in that area is a fucking nightmare but I digress...
I got there with not too much traffic and I was even early. I sat in the parking lot and listened to some Sam and Marcus and well as Johnny Flynn because I don't hit the road for any reason without his CDs in the mix. I just refuse. The true test of a show is if I listen to him on the way home. If I do, I'll never seen you as an artist again because what's the point? I don't turn off Johnny Flynn for too many others but I should want to listen to your music on the way home from your show or I'm done with you. On the way home from Laura Marling and even Mumford, I listened to their music when I had Johnny Flynn in the car, that says something about them and how good I think they are.
I parked directly in front of Jammin Java and immediately saw someone I recognized. I didn't know his name at the time but I knew he was with Marcus. Her sat in front of my car and had a conversation with someone for thirty minutes or so while I waited for my friends, who live in the area by the way. I beat them from another state...hello?
I wasn't sure what to make of Jammi Java because it looks like nothing from the outside and the bar is super tiny but why they pulled the curtain back, there was a good sized room full of tables. We ran to the front and got excellent seats right at the stage. I mean, these are my damn feet! Can you get a better seat than that? We even had some nice girls sitting across from us. One of them gave me her card so I could forward my photos to her and I swear I can't find that damn thing but it will turn up. I lose everything at least once.
Sam Bradley was first and I swear, that guy is super fun! You can't watch him and be in a bad mood. He's kind of like a cartoon character and I mean that in a good way. He's just so animated. I am not as familiar with his music as Marcus Foster, but he really was great. I needed him to grow on me because I'm not the type to like music just because I'm supposed to. Actually if someone says to me, "You should love him because he's so much like Johnny Fynn and Marcus Foster" it actually turns me off and give him an even bigger hurdle to jump. A/ because I want him to stand on his own and B/ because he really doesn't sound anything like either one of them, if you're actually listening.
After Sam was Marcus and God of all creatures great and small was he a breath of fresh air! He was so amazing to listen to that I was sad to leave! His songs move me and I actually got a little teary at one of two points in the show. It's odd to see someone with that level of talent sing a song that he wrote, that is so sad in some ways. Makes you want to dig into his brain a little, see where that comes from. He even played one song at a piano, which you don't get to see a lot of at these smaller shows. He really was fantastic and soulful beyond his years. While I really liked him before I went, I needed to see him live to fall in love with him and that's what happened that night. I fell in love and could listen to him sing for hours and have. I listened to his CD all the way home not once thinking of Johnny Flynn and that's saying something.
See? His boots look like they've got a story to tell.
Perhaps the best part of the night was getting to meet them after and thank them. It's always nice to be able to tell someone how far you came to see them and have them be somewhat blown away and appreciative of it. I thought Johnny Flynn was going to fall over when I told him I drove five hours and these guys actually hugged me and told me how nice it was to hear. So sweet!
We bought some stuff, they signed some stuff, we talked for a bit and then we took photos and hit the road. It was such a great night and I hope they come around again because it was totally worth the trip.
They're really talented sweet guys and if you get the chance to see them, you should because it was worth it! Love them!
Under no circumstances can I post all of the photos I took at this show on my blog but I have them on my Flickr account and you can go HERE to see them.