So I just got home from KnobCon 12. Overall, it was a great experience. The banquet, however, kinda put me off diving back into the synth world. The banquet’s guest of honor (GOH) is someone I’ve known about since 1997. Only seen him in person once. Kevin had Major Issues with GOH For Valid Reasons.… Continue reading The Knobcon 12 Banquet
The King of Rock and Roll, Prefab Sprout, Two Weels Good/Steve McQueen Ah, yes, Prefab Sprout, some rather find britpop, if I may say so. Vaguely remember when Kevin played their stuff for me for the first time. I’m pretty sure this song was one of the first ones. It was one of the most… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.12: All the pathos you can keep
Eggplant, Michael Franks, The Art of Tea I first became aware of Michael Franks in 1998. Kevin bought the CD A Backwards Glance as an introduction. (Probably before we got ADSL.) My life was improved the day my ears met his music for the first time. Yes, I know I said that about Metheny, but… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.3: A Love Poet
5-5-7, Pat Metheny Group, Letter From Home I will forever associate Pat Metheny with Kevin because he’s the one who would download random songs featuring this wonderful jazz guitarist and play them for me. There are so many songs I could have picked, but I chose this one because it reminds me of Kevin and… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.2: Jazz Guitar
A Dirt Fam member inspired me to do something different this Season. Heck, I didn’t even write about last season. Guess therapy was an adequate substitute. 🙂 This year, I have chosen 14 songs that I associate with Kevin. This year I’ll write a little about them. It was hard to narrow it down–even now… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8: 14 Songs
I’ve written before about some issues I had related to painkillers, sense memory, and survivor’s guilt. Here’s a little more: How does a widow process whatever emotion’s being pinged by some lower back pain brought on due to her spending a chunk of Saturday working on wiring while sitting on the ground? Like this I… Continue reading Pain as a Sense Memory Trigger
I broke my right arm and dislocated my wrist seven months ago, on my birthday. I had to have surgery to set it. I found that pain is a very big sense memory trigger for me. In the ER, when I was told I was going to get morphine, I suddenly wished for the ability… Continue reading Ugh, Sense Memory