Where did all the time go? Is it time to put my GUITAR PICK jewelry on a SUMMER SALE?

Just when the concert season started to come to a close, it erupted again! The hot summer days in Washington State made it tough for me to get out to craft shows. The monthly Skykomish open market will have it’s final summer event on September 12th. What a fantastic way to network with others, and meet some great locals and tourists.

I signed up to do 4 open market days over the 2015 summer. The first open market was a success. I set up my vinyl record guitar pick necklaces along with vinyl record bowls. Those all caught the eyes of passers by. A few young gals picked up a vinyl record necklace that was made from the Moody Blues record. What happened next made my jaw drop! These girls did not even know what a vinyl record was? And who where The Moody Blues? The conversation drew in others as we chuckled at the thought of the youth not understand what an Album is. Anyhow, they purchased a couple of items. My hope is that they shared the story behind the vinyl record necklace with their friends. We cannot lose that history.

The 2nd and 3rd open market , I found myself busy with family. Now, with the 4th and final open market coming up in Skykomish, I am hoping to get together some items to bring up. What a fantastic little community Skykomish is! While at the Open Market, one can walk over to the train depot and get a ride on model train.

Anyhow, I do have a few items up on my Summer Sale! For only $6 you can own a guitar pick necklace with an angel wing. It comes with your choice of a leather or ball and chain necklace. Wear it around your neck, give it as a gift, or put it on your rear view mirror. There are also guitar picks made from vinyl record with charms on a leather chain! With no color added to the pick, the silver colored charm stands out! So head on over, and grab an original piece of jewelry! If you use promo code BLOG15 , you will receive 5% OFF your order!

Ok, I am heading to see Kid Rock tomorrow! Watch for some more music inspired works!

Anytime I have to answer a “secret question” on a log in page, I chuckle at “What was your first concert?”

I grew up in a small Montana town. We didn’t have concerts. We didn’t have much of anything but a JcPenny’s  catalog. The nearest town to go “shopping” for school clothes was 90 miles one way. The next closest shopping hub was Spokane Washington, about 31/2 hours one way. (Note: It is closer now, or the road is straighter, or we just drive faster than our parents did.)

We went to Spokane for just a few things – School Clothes, A Prom Dress, or someone had a doctor’s appointment. But, the time I went to my first concert, it was different.

I was in 8th grade. I was in a dance group – we were the “Uptown Girls”. We went to Spokane to dance for an event. If I remember right, there was a promoter there that we had met in Utah, and they asked us to come dance for an event. All I remember is we were outside…maybe a state fair or something similar. My brain is pretty certain this was when we went to the concert, but with my age, I could be melting several trips together.

Anyhow, my dad drove myself, my sister and a couple friends to Spokane for an Uptown Girls Event. Our parents splurged and we stayed the night at a fancy hotel. I say fancy, because it had a glass elevator. I will remember the name eventually, but right now, I see the elevator. We had just checked into our room, and we were getting all dolled up for the night. Someone planned well, and we had tickets to the show. I’m still not sure who paid for those. It is quite possible they were “gifted” to us for our dance show earlier that day. All I know, I was excited.

Now, here is what I remember about BEFORE the concert: We were in the lobby — myself, Trish and my sister. There may have been others, but that’s all I remember. As we were walking to the elevator to go up to our rooms, we notices some girls with great hair, makeup and sunglasses getting in the glass elevator. We hurried and joined them in the elevator.

Now, this was the beginning of a future of meeting some fantastic musicians. Yes, its true — the band we went to see, and “all girl band” was with us in the elevator! Or, were we with them? Either way, here we were, with nothing but a napkin and a pen. Wait, did we know it was them before we got on the elevator? Were we stalking them and were prepared with a napkin and a hotel pen? Why else did we have those supplies with us. Wow, I think we were trying to find them, and sure enough, they were staying in the same hotel as us! It was fancy, not surprised.

I said, hey, are you Michael? She answered, “Yes”. I said can I get your autograph?  We had them trapped in an elevator. I’m not sure how much of an option they had, three or more 8th/9th graders in an elevator with them. All of them, including Susan, signed the napkin. Wow, we met the band. Our first concert….on the elevator. We werer feeling fabulous.

Curling iron, Aqua Net, Ratting comb — we dolled ourselves up good. We were on the same floor as the band, so we wanted to make sure we looked like Rockstar’s ourselves.

I remember my dad dropping us off at the venue. We navigated to our seats. I’m not sure who opened for them…but I know we all walked like Egyptians. It was a fun filled night. After the show, we met my dad outside. He drove us back to the hotel. We roamed the halls waiting for the band to arrive, as we were thinking we were pretty cool and would meet them, or they would be waiting for us to ask us how we liked the show. . Ya, that didn’t happen . We spend the evening drinking soda and putting on a BLUE FACEMASK and snapping pictures. I now someone has some of those. Please share if you do. Damn, it was a great time.

So in a nutshell that was the show. That was the experience I remember. There were adults there, but all I remember is my dad . They may have all went to the bar in the lobby, because I am not sure where they were. All I know, is it was a fantastic experience and a glimpse to the future many years later.

Well, I finally did it! A website/Blog. My friend and I have been talking about his for years. I could figure how I would have the time to “Blog” and really, who would fricking care anyway?

Something inspires me…what inspires you? Each day, that inspiration comes from a different source. Music has always been a main source of inspiration, not daily, but almost every day. Share your inspiration