Maimed by rock and roll

I'm pleased to say that I had the incredible joy of finding myself front row once again... center stage at that.. at another brilliant wilco show. 'Twas my first experience at the outdoor stage at White river state park. It was beautiful night of meeting with friends, making new ones, feeling the cool breeze of the river upon our face and swarms of gnats up our noses while Tweedy and company blazed through a full set and two encores of songs summoned deep from the Wilco catalog. Opened with Via Chicago, played half their last album, ripped through a killer version of I'm the Man Who Loves You, Casino Queen made an appearance, Hoodoo Voodoo! Are you kidding me? Nope. I'm not! Nels Cline and Pat Sansone faced off in a vicious duel of electric noodling.

...and do you remember the mountain bed?

p.s. Despite the title of this entry, "sunken treasure" was not played during the previously mentioned show.

Foo's ball

smokin' supergrass.

rawk and grohl.

skin and bones

Quality thyme

Hanging' out in gramma's garden, teaching, performing, nesting, etcetera... I've discovered a fascination for photographs catching two individuals in a moment. Stories abound. Here are two such stories:

Also, my cousin ben will be a sophomore at my alma mater ball state university next spring. He's incredibly talented and has no idea what to do with it all. Here is a video he created for a contest last year with a little help from his brother tom.


peas and carrots.

Farewell old friend

We've spent more and more time with my grandmother and grandfather over these past couple of years as my grandfather's alzheimer's has progressed further and further along. It's been very difficult knowing that he really didn't know who i was that last year or two, but that didn't stop us from enjoying a great deal of conversation. Granted, he did most of the talking. He seemed to love the fact that i would sit and listen and engage him as he carried on. I wish i would have shared more time with him when actual conversation would have been possible. I wish we could have shared in spontaneous jam sessions - he on the hawaiian slide and me on the ukulele. I wish my grandmother still had her companion. I miss my grandfather. Yet however far gone he may have been in the latter months of his life, i've cherished the times we spent together. He made us cry and he made us laugh. His smile lit up a room. He was fond of my grandmother and smitten by her warmth and kindness. He was deeply in love with her even when nothing else around him was familiar. He was my mother's father.He was my grampa Glenn.
See ya later grampa.

Tree huggers

We grew a forest in our home. Soon to be shared with many.

I ran so far away

Today we bid a fond adieu to flock of seagulls candle.

No more tears children... no more tears.

Hannah Jane Rockey

Born June 29, 2007 at 4:46 am
8.8 ounces, 8.5 inches

Our feisty little Hannah Jane! You were always our fussy little kicker. When we would watch you on the ultrasound, the nurses always had the most difficult time measuring you as you would toss and turn and kick your strong legs. Maybe you would have used those well defined kickers to score soccer goals or run marathons. Maybe you would be a beautiful ballerina. When you were born, your mommy and daddy marveled at how big and beautiful you are. Your big round perfect face glowed like the full moon. Your peach fuzzy head even hinted to us that you'd grow a thick beautiful head of hair like your mommy. From the first day we ever discussed names for our future children, your mommy and daddy wanted to name our baby girl Hannah Jane. We've found ourselves tied deeply to the lamenting, longing and hoping of the infertile women of Scripture whom God, in His time, showed favor upon. Therefore, we wanted to call our first daughter Hannah after the mother of Samuel and Jane after your mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. There were times when we held on to the slight hope that you would be coming home with us even when we were quite sure your brother and sister would not be. But the three of you were meant to be together. We imagine you as the motherly one of the three of you. Your mommy and daddy know that even now you are dancing with your brother and sister before your King. We are so proud of you our gorgeous daughter. Your mommy and daddy love you now and always.