walking_smallbwWhen, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to write something about opening back up after being closed up, about the search for connection, and the thrill and fear of the ride and the push pull and how cautious and reckless we are…It might sound a little something like this. This of course being a rough demo in preparation for some serious recording in a couple weeks! (In other words, be careful what you say. Ahhh–see what I did there?) xox Be Careful What You Say Be Careful What You Say (Take it Easy) Wednesday night ain’t nobody’s fault We didn’t think it was gonna be like this We all thought it was gonna be a whole lot easier Instead it turned out to be more like a near miss Somebody asked me if you tell the truth more when you’re drunk I say it doesn’t make a difference either way If you gotta get a bellyful just to say something to somebody Odds are the night’s gonna end with someone walking away Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Take it easy I spent years and years waiting on the truth A truth that never got told You spend that long waiting around for something you never gonna get baby You gonna walk away feeling good and old Yeah you think I’m a grown up woman You look at the lines on my face You say right there there’s your proof Uh uh don’t get fooled by it Ain’t nothing but a little girl in this place Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Take it easy And all of the things we say The reasons why we run away Are mostly just to make us feel Like somehow we are Safe And all this experience leaves us somewhere In between the old ways and the change We get to choose which way we head from here baby We get to figure out what things we want to rearrange I might come a long long way just to meet you I might leave with a smile on my face I might be devastated, blown away just to see you It might be the hardest thing to walk away Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Take it easy

Photo by: Dave Pedley
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Well THAT was fun! I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to be back in my old stomping grounds (note stomping in photo above), wailing away with my old friend Ginger–and new friends who played with us at One-2-One Bar! The place was packed, someone bought me a Lonestar Tallboy–what more could you wish for?
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Thank you to Dave and Steve for their photos, and thank you to Jeff Botta, Carles Zanetti and Stewart Cochran for rocking their instruments so beautifully!! xoxox      

sarah_chuckThe first concert I ever saw was Chuck Berry. No I’m not THAT old, but my dad is (you’re welcome, dad). So I was raised on the great Chuck. I have a vivid memory of dancing with my dad to “Maybellene” on our boat on New Year’s Eve when I was 7 years old. A few years ago for a Christmas present, I recorded this and a few other tunes for my folks. Woke up with it in my head, so thought I’d share it with you! xox Maybellene