Thursday, May 20, 2021

 Droppin The Stream

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Clairede Dirval @ Surfside Hideaway - 20/05/21

This morning started off much like any other, and as I was waking up and looking out the window of my new office and thinking about what I needed to do today, it jumped into my head that I had finally reached the day I was going to blog Clairede Dirval!  The day turned from "normal" to excitingly special in the blink of an eye.


My good friend, Tone Uriza (see my previous blog for him at Seduction Blues) had introduced me to Claire a couple of weeks prior, and I had caught the tail end of a set and then chatted with her for a while afterward. She's a wonderfully down to earth person, full of humour and warmth, and she's been entertaining audiences in SL since 2008.


I went to see her at Surfside Hideaway, one of the longest running musical venues in Second Life. Founded in January 2009, owned and operated by Desirae Beaumont, Surfside has become known for promoting excellence in live performing artists. It's a unique venue, providing a gorgeous tropical setting for live performances, private parties, beach and surfing aficionados, and lovely gardens and romantic private settings to dance and romance in with someone special.  Watch out for the dancing bear and the shark making it''s way through the legs of the dancers!  See more about Surfside in our Venues Section of the blog.


Claire and her drummer and harmony singer, ChoctawRhea, were streaming from "The CatNip Studio" (an RL location), where kitty producer/engineers Bootsie Fang, Frankie, AshCat and Brickle make sure that the sound and studio conditions are optimal for every set.


They got us off to a great start with Old Town Road ...  a perfect warm-up tune and one that helped me get my things together and focused on what turned out to be one of the best sets I have heard yet in SL.


Claire can belt it out and hit those sweet highs and growly-good parts too, and had me tappin' my foot from the first bar. Her vocals are second to none. Her pitch and power are amazing.  and the harmonies these two pros produce are perfect. The set was made even more perfect as Harlow managed to find time to TP over for a few tunes before having to reluctantly attend to RL matters.  


As we moved along through the set and got to Larkin Poe's "Trouble In MInd" I was still in awe at how she can belt it out. She backs it all up with great rhythm guitar done live with each set and her tone is lovely, with clear ringing sounds filling the air. Claire mixes that work with the sweet melodies sung with her impressive voice and takes no prisoners giving you the goosebump-rush that keeps your feet moving.


The driving tempo of Elle King's "Ex's & Oh's" kept us dancing and smiling with that fun tune, and when she slid into "I'll Be There for You" by Bon Jovi it was the perfect tune for a couple to catch up on a little quality time which continued through "What Are You Listenin To" by Chris Stapleton. Not a miss anywhere here. Her dynamics, range, pitch, playing... it's all right on, with power when she needs it. Claire can deliver anything she needs to, anytime she wants.


I LOVED this set, and when she pulled out the "bluesage" for Sam Cooke's "Long Time Comin' and she dug waaaaay deep down for those heartfelt vocals, OMG! it just made me wanna grab Harlow around the waist and follow this chick around!    


Sheryl Crow's "You Dont Bring Me Anything But Down" and then "The Thrill Is Gone" showed that Claire can take a tune and make it all her own, just by singing the first note, and when she started playing the familiar chords and intro to "Breakdown" by Tom Petty for her final number it was clear she can pay tribute where it is due.


Thank You So Very Much Claire!  This was an OUTSTANDING set, worthy of the highest praise!  And Thanks to Chocktaw for drums and harmonies that stepped up and were the perfect compliment to everything that Claire did. Thanks also to Vasantasena Lamatia for clarifications and additional info used in this blog.


And last but not least, Thank You Desirae Beaumont and Gια вeαυмoÉ´Ñ‚ for such a perfect venue to experience it in. 


Thursday, January 14, 2021

 Be aware :  who you buy from, what you are supporting.  Are you ok with that?  I'm not.

Copy & paste the entire link below to read the article and all of the companies that are now owned by companies in China.


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Tuesday, January 12, 2021

 Earthly Obstacles

Feeling depressed, frightened & anxiety ridden?

Do not let yourself be influenced by earthly politics over the will of God & his kingdom.  So many of us pray as if God is an atm machine or a genie in a bottle.  Make sure your thoughts are righteous, your behavior is in check, your wants are in alinement with Gods will.  The adversary is not above using hope as a weapon for people who do not get exactly what they want. 

 How do we know if our will is in alinement with God’s will?  Pray in the Spirit, pray much, pray often, ask for discernment, do not expect instant answers or any answers at all.  We will know by his peace instilled in us when we are on the right path.

 It may be an unwanted unexpected wakeup call. Take the call. Get yourself back on track & priorities focused back on God’s kingdom not earthly politics.



Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Ma & Pa Kettle & the Repair Man


Ma & Pa Kettle & the Repair Man

 I just had an experience that came out of the blue.  I must state now that it is not sad, on the contrary I find it absolutely hilarious.  Here it go
  Once upon a time after semi retiring from the road, a couple of musicians chose to live at home for a while.  It is a remote area that 30 years ago had no access to any tv stations except one, maybe two on a good day. Old tv antenna that would move in the wind.  We didn’t care, we just used vhs tapes if we wanted something other than that one station.  We were not home long enough to care.   As time changed, so did our interest & wants.  Not needs, we didn’t NEED tv, we chose to brainwash ourselves with the option of having it.  So the best way to do this was to sign up for a satellite dish. We found that DirectTV had everything we wanted & at the time the package was affordable for us.  Turns out that we are now a grandfathered in clients with special perks if we talk to them every few months to check in.  I think they want to make sure we still have a pulse. We are now a long term customer & they like us…    A LOT.  
  Thru out time we have swapped out the receivers cause we outlived them. They have upgraded the little dish & the eye in the yard cause we outlived them too.  Every time work is done we sign our active lives away in loyalty to them for another two years at a time.  We don’t have the fanciest package mind you, we have one up from the bottom.  Just enough infomercials, old movies & hgtv that we can stomach with local channels for $3. A month just cause we are their favorite people.
  They gave me a free cell phone when AT&T merged with Direct TV, cause we were their favorite people. They even sold me a little micro cell tower so we can get access here in the boonies that normally we did not have.  We bought another cell phone for Rog thru them cause of this deal they made me on the free one.  So far so good.   Friday I called them because the current receiver had died, I have a protection plan that allows me to make that call & they send me a new one, I package up the old one & put it in the same box never to be seen again after I send it back.  It arrived on Monday. This time however, we ended up with a refurbished one that did not work…. *GASP*  This made me begin to doubt my favorite person status.  So on the phone I go.  Today is Tuesday, they sent me a hands on dude on a house call to assist me in my plight.  He was prompt, he came in the middle of a 4 hour window noon to 4pm.   Nice youngster.   Here is where the heart of the story comes in.
Roger had just woke up from the phone call comin from a graveyard shift about the repair guy .  So he looked less than perky, stumbling around with a cup of coffee, not standing as straight up as normal cause he’s still half sleepin. I was in my not so nice moo moo with my dirty Sally hair doo as I had been up all night as well from the day before.  We were making sure the dogs were not goosing him as he made his way into the living room. On the wood burner was dinner cooking so the air was filled with a roast with onions cookin the old way over an open flame.  The kid was polite, went about his business with a smile.  When he went out to his van to get some tools, it hit me…. I could not stop laughing.
  I remember back when we were first married that Roger worked in radio & tv servicing & was an electronic tech.  He dreaded house calls with a passion.  He would end up working in some houses that were not  in any way magazine cover dwellings.  Dirty is an understatement for some, hoarders, you name it.  He went to some houses that he just had to take a shower when he got home before he did anything else.   I would ask “how was your day”, he would grumble.. they had a cat, there was unidentified possible food smells from a week ago still lingering in the house,  he had to yell cause they could not hear him, every nightmare of a service call, he lived it.  He shared it with me.
As I sat with him at the table… I glanced at him in his not quite awake mode with his white hair pulled back but wild as Zorba the Greek’s,  & then caught a glance of me in the mirror & saw granny Clampet, the stove had “unidentified food” smells coming from it.  Need I go on.    I could not stop laughing as I told Roger what I saw & what we had become.  WE WERE HIS NIGHTMARE OF SERVICE CALLS.   So… naturally I had to address this with the young man.   He laughed in acknowledgement at the facts I stated.  He said he didn’t mind old people really.  ….. long pregnant pause … HE DID NOT DISAGREE LOL LOL LOL .    
  A few mintues of him doing his work, my phone rang… it was lets say… a rock & roll call, one where someone is calling me for my career of the past pertaining to music, the rocker in me took the phone & the house frau took a back seat.   He looked at me like I just did a jeckel hyde on him.   We ended up talking about a few things, laughin & before it was over I got the feeing that he wished he had not finished up so soon.  I still looked like a house frau but I think he saw thru my disguise & knows that I am an old rockin road dog that still had a pulse after all.  Rog also gave him a few pointers that came out of the blue that showed he had a history that still was applicable in there as well concerning what he was doing to our satellite system.  Ahhhh.   Shock & ahhhh.     
  The direct tv works again.  Happy campers.  Repair guy is gone, dinner is ready, dogs are back in, tv is playin some cool Tom Petty show.    Time for libations.   Never judge a book by it’s cover.   I did & I know better. Even tho I wrote the book “it is my autobiography”  I sometimes forget or take for granted what is in the chapters that sometimes shows up… even with a different cover on it.


Friday, January 25, 2019

The Cat Nip Studio



The Cat Nip Studio

Floor to ceiling & wall to wall, cat print & music cover it all.
I broadcast from here with things I hold dear, coffee catnip, guitars & gear.
Pictures of the past & books with score, 8 tracks, reel to reels & phonographs & cylinders from door to door.
Cd’s, radio waves & microphones & an old upright piano with synths close by & an old grandfather’s desk by the wall on one side.  Studio tables of chrome & glass, shelves of vinyl that are doors to the past. 
Cat beds & sand box hidden from your eyes & all of the vinyl is alphabetized.
From A to Z each genre is placed, & every cassette & CD has its place.
Stories in music that have been written before,
I’ll create once again when I step thru the door.


Monday, January 21, 2019

Dear Dave


Dear Dave,
  To say things have changed is an understatement.  I thought I would take some time to ponder over it all as I am still processing most of it.  I have been talking to your daughter.  She is lovely. She & I have much in common.  Mostly you.  You will be happy to know that we are exchanging details about things that you shared with us, things we knew about you, things she knew about you…with each other.  Once the memory door is opened things just flood in. Trouble is when you start to write them down, the words fail me.  There are so many things that we laughed & cried over.  It is my intention of sharing things with her that pop into my mind, a story at a time.   Your one liners, she recognizes, the subject matters that defined you are so strong & evident.   I’m gonna start the first memory on what would be your 62nd birthday.   You do know that you sort of got your wish… you said you didn’t wanna get old.  Passing away at age 55 is right in that grey area where you liked to walk a lot.  I know you always wanted to “make it big”.  That was a goal that you got to almost touch many times & in many ways, you made it big to a lot of people.  Everybody you met along the way, felt you if they heard you.  You got to live the life of a rock star… ok a poor rock star but hey… if you are a starving musician you already made one of your goals. You were the best. It would wrong to ignore the fact that as a road musician you really enjoyed the gift of alcohol.  This is how we spent some of the time we were hangin out.  I think I drank more in the times that we were on the road than I ever have in my life.  I was not trying to keep up with you but for me… wow.   I mention this because it is very much apart of the first story I am about to share. 
  We were playin in a town called Gordon Nebraska for a special thing in the town that they have once a  year. The town is close to a reservation so there are many Native Americans in this area, more than Dave had ever seen in one place all at once.  We were there in the local little watering hole in the middle of the town.  It was hot,  down south kinda hot.  Dave slept with the fan on all the time or he couldn’t sleep, but if we were not in the bar setting up or playin,  he spent the time in front of the fan.  No air conditioning in the band house.  When I say band house, it was up stairs above the bar.  Narrow staircase.  Two windows in the area where Dave & Hap the drummer were gonna share.  No cross breeze at all.  My room was a small white room with a black curtain over the area where a door was supposed to be.   Dave popped his head in, looked around the room & of course we started to sing  the song by Cream “In my white room with black curtains”.     Despite the heat & the cramped quarters, once the moods adjusted to the situation, road players just adjust fast.  Grumpy leaves as soon as the music starts.   I felt a bit rebellious & punked out in my attire for the evening, right down to the black lipstick, leather & accessories.   When Rog & I went down to the bar Dave had already been there a while…. He yelled out.. MY PEOPLE!!!    He loved the look of Rock & Roll,  it was mostly the music of it all, but he had that bit of vanity thing that he wanted it to LOOK it as well as feel it.  He was cooling off at the bar… yeah that means exactly what you would think it means.  I knew the music end of things was gonna be interesting to say the least.  
  We started to play, & more drinks started showing up… it was a great crowd, packed house.  David was fascinated at how hard they partied, he was playin his butt off cause the crowd was digging him & he gave it right back.  He was really toasted, but his playin was not toasted at all.   He was not ok to drive by a long shot, but if you put 6 strings in front of him & just listened, you would never know he was that far gone.   After the show we stayed up with the owners & staff, laughing, relaxin into the wee hours of the morning but asleep before sunrise.  Here is where it gets interesting.   Dave didn’t really get hangovers.  You would have to stop drinking to get hangovers.  Sometimes he was just running on empty & needed fuel.  This place was not the lap of luxury, it made us all wanna drink!!!   Daves buzz lasted into his sleep, thru the morning when he opened his eyes.   I am not sure what happened before I heard the scream, but it was loud, accompanied by laughter.   We got up & ran into the main room to see what was going on.  Dave had had a moment…  still tipsy, not fully awake he looked out the window.  Now remember this was a celebration for the town.  There was a parade going on in the street below the windows.  Drums, very loud drums, fancy dancers, lots of em, feathers, head dresses, horses, more feathers, leather, traditional Indian outfits, the street was full of this activity as far as you could see.   In a nutshell, Dave thought we were under attack, or at least the vodka helped him with this idea. He was pretty shook until he saw us all laughing.   He calmed down & enjoyed the rest of the parade from the safety of the upstairs window, in his underwear.   Once he got his whopper, coke & cigarettes he was just fine.  
  It loses something in the telling of this story.  You had to know him to see his facial expressions, his reactions.  We got to tease him for a long time on this one.  He was fascinated with the culture, the place, the people.  He ended up being really good friends with one of our drummers (Mike) who is Native American.  He gave Dave a bone choker necklace that he cherished for years.  They met the 2nd time Dave was on tour with us.  We played 48 weeks out of the year give or take.  We were road dogs after all, you don’t take time off or you don’t make a wage.  When we had down time or a scheduled week off, or just replacing players, we would go to our house.  The couch had many a musician on it on a regular basis.  Dave took residence in my office on the floor, a pile of blankets & pillows.  We had a fog machine that we called Nessy.  We used vanilla fog in her so she smelled purdy.  If you have ever been in a road band, or traveled with one you know how practical jokes happened on a regular basis.   Nessy was part of one of those jokes on Dave.    He was sound asleep in my office at the end of the hall.   We got Nessy out of the van, hooked her up, opened the office door a crack & turned Nessy on.   The entire hallway, kitchen, dinning room & office were full of fog.    To the sleeping beauty who was out cold that was awakened by the smell of vanilla fog it looked like smoke from a fire.   We were all waiting by the door for him as he yelled FIRE!!! EVERYBODY OUT.  He came out of the house with a bunch of fog onto the deck where we waited for him….  First thing out of his mouth was… YOU ASSHOLES…followed by lots of barrel laughing.   Coffee, phone calls, agents, players, repeat.  It was a break in the search for players.  Needed by all of us. 
… drummer was practicing his parts in the band house,  bass player was going over his,  I had headphones on learning my parts, guitar player was workin in the sectioned off living room workin on his parts… Dave had just joined us for tour #2.   He had a big smile on his face, came up and hugged me.  He told me bout the drummer & everyone & said… I KNOW I’m in the right place.     If you knew Dave, you knew what that meant.  The music was everything, playin it, living it, breathing it.
  Dave I know you told people about the memories while you were with us, you had your view on how things went.  Your stories always were delivered from your Rock & Roll state of mind.  I will have a drink for you on your birthday.  The number of your birthday goes up every year.  You will be forever young, well ok maybe not young but forever Rockin.  You told me once Rock & Roll keeps you young.  I believe that, but you forgot to add that it also tires you out the older you get!!!  Stay Tuned, one memory leads to the next my friend.  Your daughter misses you, so do I.  maybe just maybe you gave us a gift for your birthday, the connection of the people that loved you…the memory of Dave Hunt lives on & on & on…



Sunday, January 14, 2018

Earlene Duvall A Special Lady

Once in a while I get the urge to find someone from my past that I have not been in touch with in some time.  Sometimes it is a strong pull to find them, sometimes just a thought that shows up many times within a few days.  Most often than not, I find that they have passed away.  Such is the doorway for this blog entry.   I have traveled many places playing music, roughly 30 years of my life. Along the way I have met many wonderful individuals.  Some of those people stick in your mind the rest of your life.  This lady was one of those.   I met her in the fall of 1989 in the middle of Montana.   We played a little hole in the wall place there with a mixture of types of people.  Earlene was one of those people.   She sat by herself which is one of the reasons I went over to her table on my break.  Not because I felt sorry for a loner lol… no no.  She was dancing whenever she was asked, she pretty much knew everyone there, it was not loneliness that drew me to her, it was her smile.  She was soft spoken, very much a lady who was not afraid to laugh.  First impression was she was a true lady.  Educated, clever, soft spoken, wise, kind & very interested in the arts of any kind.  We got to talking, she loved the band.  She loved music & most of all loved to dance.  She would come out at least once a week if not more, not on a weekend so much but the middle of the week when it was less crowded. I knew she was a little older than myself, but age was never something we talked about, she laughed when it came up actually.  She always said.. I’m OLDER than you, but no number came out with that statement.  It was a mute point.  We knew she had lived a rich life up to the point where we entered it.   She asked me if we would like to come out to her little cabin the next day so we could experience the mountains of Montana first hand instead of looking out the window.  We said yes, made that date & showed up the next day. 
She lived in the Judith Mountains around Lewistown.  It was a little bit of a drive & the closer you got to her place the more you drove back in time, more of a feeling than a reality.
She lived by herself in a cabin she had built. As I recall it was sort of an A frame cabin with a big porch.  Very charming with no phone, no cable, no modern day intrusions.  Oh she had indoor plumbing and electricity but that was about all for modern creature comfort luxury.
It was a two story’s.  The minute you walked in it smelled of cookies & books.  The main floor had the kitchen & a small seating space.  A spiral stairs was just to the left of the front door that lead up to the second floor.   There were two main rooms up there, the first as you came up the stairs had books lining the walls like a library.  That was the decore plus the baby grand in the middle of the room.  The room was not very large so the piano was very dominant… piano & books.   Her bedroom was towards the back of the house on that upper floor.  The view was spectacular thru the windows.  She spend many hours there playing her piano, reading with no distractions.  I do not ever think she tired of this.  It was a quiet time in her life.   She had already been a wife, mother, sibling, business woman etc etc.  That was all past except for the mother part, you never stop being that.   Mind you that age thing again, she looked like maybe MAYBE 10 years older than me at the time.  I did the math only to find out she was 57 years when I met her, I was 28.   She did not look her age by a long shot!  She still had dreams that not only would she dream, but she would accomplish before long.  She wanted to share her little paradise with interesting people & bring her adult children into a business that she wanted to share with them.   She wanted to turn her little cabin into a bed & breakfast.   She not only did that… but her family did come be apart of it. I have no idea of the status now with the family, I did not know them personally only thru their mother.  She wanted it to be something she could leave to them, her children & grand children.    She did it!  It was called the Duvall Inn, she built on and made it bigger, beautiful & a perfect getaway.  People came from all over the world. She had made that dream she shared with us, come true.  
     We saw her over the next decade since our first meeting time & time again.  She would dance, we would go out to her house for dinner with band members that changed over & over thru the years.  There is way more to the story here however I shall keep it private for the lady.  I do not know if he ever shared some things with her family.  Perhaps she shared things with her daughter, perhaps not.  I will say, with respect to the lady who we grew to know & love, that she never stopped loving, she never stopped thinking smart. She never let her heart get in the way of what she thought was right & she never stopped being kind, even if it meant her heart was gonna have a scar that was not visible. I believe that there was way more to her than any of us knew.   She was a special woman to me/us.  She lived a very full life with many chapters in it, just like her beloved books.  
     The last time I talked to her, I had found her after a long time of no contact.  I found a way to contact her (that was never easy).   We got on the phone,  I had a reason to call other than catching up.  One of my band members had passed away & they had been close.   She said she sort of knew already… she felt it.   There  been no contact there for years, yet… she felt it.  We caught up on many things, laughed a bit, remembered things together shared a few more precious moments.    She told me about the Inn, & all the changes that had happened since we were last there.  She told me she was still working there & enjoying it but it was getting to the point where she was more tired than she used to be at the end of the day.   I asked her if there was anyone in her life romantically after all this time… she laughed and said… well there is this one gentleman from Europe who had been a guest several times that had asked her to go on a trip with him.  I said..”well are you gonna?? Why not? Sounds wonderful”…  she laughed harder & said.. Carrie, I am 79 years old…    This was the first time I had known the exact number of her age…  it dumbfounded me.  She was not just 10 years old than me lol… she was almost 30 years my senior.   She never showed it.  It was not because she acted like a kid, not at all.   She hid her age without trying because she was always…  a lady.   She didn’t act like a lady, she was one.  No age for class & elegance.
    I had been thinking about my old friend off and on… that pull again.  I dreaded it but I went to the search engines & typed in her name with the obit at the end of it.  Sure enough, there it was in front of me.    The lady had passed away in July of 2017.   She lived to be 85 years old.  I know, her life was full.  I am sad at the news yet happy for her in so many ways.  So blessed to have known her, there was none quite like her.  She was unique, special & will always have a place in my thoughts & heart.   Earlene, we love you.  Rest in Peace my lovely lady friend. 

Her Obit from her daughter.


Earlene Ann Duvall passed away on July 3, 2017 in Lewistown, Montana.
She was born to Earl and Sylvia Duvall on Oct. 19, 1932 in Geraldine, where she was raised along with her siblings on the family farm.
Mom attended high school with the Geraldine class of 1950. She loved to share stories about the fun she had playing basketball with her teammates.
Earlene married Howard Ludeman on Oct. 28, 1949. They raised their family while farming and ranching in Graceville, Montana. Earlene was a loving daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother and aunt.
Mom had a passion for the great outdoors, especially riding horseback with her family in the Missouri River Breaks. She also enjoyed card games (pinochle was a favorite), dancing the waltz and jitterbug, teaching Sunday school and singing as a member of the Geraldine Methodist Church choir.
We have fond memories of mom’s incredible voice as she sang and played the piano most evenings, after a long hard day of work on the ranch. Eating mom’s home cooked meals was a delight to many who “happened” to drop in around meal times. Her maple bars were second to none.
Mom’s dedicated volunteer works included Hospice, the Performing Arts Center, Wesley Center and caring for foster children, to name a few.
Mom lived just outside of Lewistown, up Lime Kiln Canyon, for over 40 years. She loved to hike in the Judith Mountains and built a home there, and eventually built the Duvall Inn. It was a way of life she loved to share with others.
Earlene was preceded in death by her parents, infant sister Carol, sister Betty McManaman, brother Earl, sister-in-law Kay Duvall and great-grandson Austin Michael.
She is survived by her children Randy (Sandi) Ludeman of Geraldine; Darcy (Curt) Black of St. Charles, Missouri; Darla (John) Goleash; four grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren; brothers Joe Ed (Nita) Duvall and Lenny (Kay) Duvall; and many nieces, nephews, cousins and friends.