Kelly is in town. This delights me to no end.
Last night we went to dinner at Brewer’s Art and then headed to the Lyric to see Amos Lee. We’ve both have a long-standing obsession with Amos. Kelly claims that his first album has been the soundtrack to so many moments of her life. I claim that his album was the first taste of good music that I ever had.
I have to admit… I had some slight trepidation before walking into the Lyric last night. What if he wasn’t good live? What if he wasn’t good at all? What if he didn’t play any songs from his first album? We both had a good ten years riding on this one moment… talk about expectations!
It was better than I could have ever dreamed!
He was so much more personable than I had anticipated. He sounded better live than he does recorded (which is hard to do because he has killer chops on his albums). He played music from every album he’s put out, did some updated arrangements, and killed every single song. The sound mix was spectacular and the other musicians were beyond skilled. Amazing.
When it was over, it seemed like it had gone by too fast. I wanted to hit rewind and sit there all over again, the past ten years culminating in this one glorious moment shared with one of my best friends.
In case you are missing out on one of the most spectacular musicians ever, I leave you with this tune.
Today’s magical tune.
This morning, Kyle and I hung out at Ceremony Roasters in Annapolis. They (obviously) roast there and also have a little cafe. Every other Friday, Ceremony has an public event called “cupping.” Apparently, “cupping” is a sort of global coffee language - you can go to Ethiopia or Uganda or Mexico and participate in the same kind of tradition.
At 10 AM, we walked in right past the little cafe to a side room that looked similar to a laboratory. The roasters talked to us about how they blend, describing what to look for in taste and aroma. We got to smell and sample freshly ground beans of many of their original single-origin offerings. They talked about mixing, proportions, and what to look for in a good blend. Toward the end, we got to mix our own and taste them. They threw in a little competition, so our blends went up against a few others. The winner got to take home a bag of their own blend. Neither of us won, but we both loved the winner’s blend so much, we asked if we could buy a bag of our own. I can’t wait to brew some of the unique mix. All in all, it was a perfect little Friday morning.
If you only ever listen to one thing ever again, let this be it.
The sweet twinkling of the stars.
A Dream Called New York
One of my most favorite things to do in the morning is have a hot cup of coffee, toss on some Echelon, and read blogs. Man, do I LOVE me some blogs. I read mostly fashion and lifestyle/mommy blogs, 90% of which are set in New York City.
Each morning when there is a fresh queue of delicious posts with so so so many beautiful pictures, an urge wells up inside of me to live the New York life. I want brownstones and walk ups. I want dirty streets and yellow cabs. I want endless boutiques and coffee shops to sit at and read. I want vintage finds and Rag&Bone. I want fresh flowers and a windowsill to let in the humid air into my tiny, overpriced apartment. And when I say want, I mean WANT.
I’m 10 seconds away from texting Kyle, “We’re moving to New York” when the romance wisps away. I think of the text message I just got inviting me out to a birthday dinner tomorrow night. I think about the girls I meet with every Wednesday morning to talk about life and faith. I think about my beloved apartment that took 3 years to furnish. I think about my job and how much I absolutely love what I do. In reality, I’ve got it made.
Here is perfect for now. As much as I dream about New York, about next stages and what my life could/should/would be like, things are pretty darned good here. And it has taken then a while to get pretty darned good here. It isn’t time to start over yet. I’m grateful for that because I’m happy. I’m fulfilled. And I’m home.