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Susan Werner: December News…

Posted in Personal ramblings, Susan Werner on December 8, 2008 by boychick1

Isn’t she beautiful and so talented (she looks a bit like the first woman I slept with)anyway…

It’s MONDAY – and I actually love Mondays they represent action, and fresh starts and I am serious when I say I love them. I did oversleep this morning …my thoughts went to that woman at the open house and we slept in. Hmmm. I do have a vivid imagination so some of my best affairs have been in my mind.

All righty then Susan Werner — have I convinced loads of you to go and give her a listen yet? You must, you must. This morning I am sipping coffee and listening her to her album “I Can’t Be New”. Really nice – although it might be more fun in a dark room, with a fire going and a nice martini.

OK clearly I need a date – with Susan Werner – or reasonable facsimile thereof.

I am on her mailing list (hey it’s a start) and this is what was in my box this morning… (of course that sounds dirty). I’ve ordered mine – do you have yours?

NO they don’t pay me for this stuff, they don’t even return my e-mails but so far they have refrained from filing a restraining order, so never give up I say, never give up.
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A Note from SW: The New Project

December 4th, 2008 Chicago, IL

Dear Friends,

yes, it’s called Classics.

and u r thinking… is this like “the greatest hits of Susan Werner” or something?

uh, no. (i’d actually need a HIT for that, btw….)

or u r thinking… oh no has she lost her mind, and she did a record like that one barbra streisand did in german or italian or something with weird stuff she learned in school?

uh, no.

but…

there are hits…

and there’s something kinda classical…. sorta….

some of u have already heard bits of it here and there out on the road – songs i’ve performed in shows, or experiments i carried out with a cello player in great barrington or northampton…

but for more details, well, i’ll let the music do the talking. that’s why its called music.

and this particular project is ALL about the music.

you’ll see.

thanks for all your ongoing support, everybody.

see u all in 2oo9. with a new project and new musicians in tow.

happy holidays.

-s-

Classics – Order by Dec 15th, receive by Christmas

For those of you wishing to give the gift of Susan Werner this holiday season… There’s still time to order an advance copy of Classics! All orders placed between now and December 15th will be received by Christmas, and will be autographed by Susan Werner. (yeah!)

For those of you who want more info before buying… In the New Year we will be updating the web site with more information about the new album. After January 1st, you will be able to buy it in person at shows. It will be available in stores and on iTunes when it officially releases in February.

More info on that to come after the holidays…
Order your advance copy of CLASSICS at SusanWerner.com now >>

Upcoming Shows

Fri 1/9 @ 8PM – A1 Ringling Theater
136 4th Avenue, Baraboo, WI 53913
with John Gorka (www.johngorka.com)
608-356-8864 or http://www.alringling.com

Sat 1/10 @ 8PM – Blue Moon Coffeehouse
Illinois Wesleyan University, Bloomington, IL 61701
309-556-3815 or http://www.titan.iwu.edu/~bluemoon

Fri 1/16 @ 7:30PM – Raue Center for the Arts
26 N. Williams Street, Crystal Lake, IL 60014
815-356-9010 or http://www.rauecenter.org

Sat 1/17 @ 7:30PM – Thrasher Opera House
506 Mill Street, Green Lake, WI 54941
920-294-4279 or http://www.thrasheroperahouse.com

Sat 1/31 @ 8PM – Whitefish Theatre Company
1 Central Avenue, Whitefish, MT 59937
with John Gorka (www.johngorka.com)
406-863-9201 or http://www.whitefishtheatreco.org

Sun 2/1 @ 7:30PM – Myrna Loy Center
15 North Ewing Street, Helena, MT 59601
406-443-0287 or http://www.myrnaloycenter.com

Thurs 2/5 @ 1PM – Valencia Community College
Orlando, FL
407-582-3128

Sat 2/7 @ 8PM – Emerald House Concerts
Hollywood, FL
954-981-4141

Sun 2/8 @ 5PM – Private House Concert
Palm Harbor, FL
941-724-1459

Fri 2/13 @ 8PM – Swallow Hill
71 East Yale Avenue, Denver, CO 80210
303-777-1003 or http://www.swallowhill.com

Sun 2/15 @ TBA – Foothills Unitarian Church
1815 Yorktown Avenue, Ft. Collins, CO
970-493-5906 or http://www.foothillsuu.org

Fri 2/20 @ 8PM – Diana Wortham Theatre
2 South Pack Square, Ashville, NC
828-257-4530 or http://www.dwtheatre.com

Sun 2/22 @ TBA – Eddie’s Attic
518-B North McDonough Street, Decatur, GA
404-377-4976 or http://www.eddiesattic.com

Fri 2/27 @ TBA – Dale Lake Auditorium
Kalamazoo Valley Community College, Kalamazoo, MI
269-488-4476 or http://www.kvcc.edu

Sat 2/28 @ 8PM – Fitton Center for the Creative Arts
101 S. Monument Avenue, Hamilton, OH
513-863-8865 or http://www.fittoncenter.org

Sun 3/1 @ 7PM – Trinity House
38840 West Six Mile, Livonia, MI 48152
734-464-6302 or http://www.trinityhouse.org

Fri 3/6 @ 8PM – Sangamon Auditorium/Studio Theatre
1 University Plaza, Springfield, IL 62703
217-206-6150 or http://www.uis.edu/sangamonauditorium

Sat 3/7 @ 7PM – Old Town School of Folk Music
4544 North Lincoln Avenue, Chicago, IL 60625
773-728-6000 or http://www.oldtownschool.org

Wed 3/11 @ 8PM – Admiral Theater Cafe
515 Pacific Avenue, Bremerton, WA 98337
360-373-6743 or http://www.admiraltheatre.org

Fri 3/13 @ 8PM – Wells Fargo Center for the Arts
50 Mark West Spring Road, Santa Rosa, CA
707-546-3600 or http://www.wellsfargocenterarts.com

Sat 3/14 @ 8PM – Freight & Salvage
1111 Addison Street, Berkeley, CA 94702
510-548-1761 or http://www.freightandsalvage.org

Sun 3/15 @ 7PM – McCabe’s Guitar Shop
3101 Pico Blvd, Santa Monica, CA 90405
310-828-4497 or http://www.mccabes.com

Thurs 3/19 @ 7:30PM – Shattuck – St. Mary’s School
100 Shumway Avenue, Fairibault, MN 55021
507-333-1500 or http://www.s-sm.org

Sat 3/21 @ 8PM – Sheldon Concert Hall
3648 Washington Boulevard, St. Louis, MO 63108
314-533-9900 or http://www.sheldonconcerthall.org

Fri 3/27 @ 8PM – Wolf Trap Foundation
1635 Trap Road, Vienna, VA 22182
703-938-2404 or http://www.wolf-trap.org/performances

Stuck on her…

Posted in Susan Werner on November 28, 2008 by boychick1

Barbed Wire Boys…and giving thanks.

Posted in Personal ramblings, Susan Werner on November 27, 2008 by boychick1

Because I am headed “home” for part of the day, a bit of the holiday not spent in my rituals of solitude. And I am from the midwest but don’t wish to live here necessarily.

Because I am thinking of the past and looking to the future and most importantly…
living in the moment. Because life carries me with it’s beauty and staggers me with it’s challenges.

Because Susan Werner currently has me on my knees (oh stop it – well that would be fine actually – Susan I am on my knees). I am so disgusting…not really I am, after all a Virgo.

I share the words to an amazing song by the one and only Susan Werner —

Barbed Wire Boys, Susan Werner

BARBED WIRE BOYS
From: New Non-Fiction (2001)
Copyright © Susan Werner

Well I come from the rural Midwest
It’s the land I love more than all the rest
It’s the place I know and understand
Like a false-front building
Like the back of my hand
And the men I knew when I was coming up
Were sober as coffee in a Styrofoam cup
There were Earls and Rays, Harlans and Roys
They were full-grown men
They were barbed wire boys

They raised grain and cattle on the treeless fields
Sat at the head of the table and prayed before meals
Prayed an Our Father and that was enough
Pray more than that and you couldn’t stay tough
Tough as the busted thumbnails on the weathered hands
They worked the gold plate off their wedding bands
And they never complained, no they never made noise
And they never left home
These barbed wire boys

‘Cos their wildest dreams were all fenced in
By the weight of family, by the feeling of sin
That’ll prick your skin at the slightest touch
If you reach too far, if you feel too much
So their deepest hopes never were expressed
Just beat like bird’s wings in the cage of their chest
All the restless longings, all the secret joys
That never were set free
In the barbed wire boys

And now one by one they’re departing this earth
And it’s clear to me now ‘xactly what they’re worth
Oh they were just like Atlas holding up the sky
You never heard him speak, you never saw him cry
But where do the tears go, that you never shed
Where do the words go, that you never said
Well there’s a blink of the eye, there’s a catch in the voice
That is the unsung song
Of the barbed wire boys

Now when you go to buy the above song — she covers her own song best in my opinion on her new live album recorded at Club Passim, with that same title. Trust me – a better version than on her album New Non-Fiction.

What singer/songwriter you are aware of is so smart, so funny, so sensitive to write lines so god damned achingly beautiful as…

So their deepest
hopes were never expressed
just beat like birds wings
in the cage of their chests

May you crack your rib like Adam and give birth to your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations. Now or Eve-entually. Really they can’t wait so go get them!

Thank you for visiting my blog — I send you all love on this Thanksgiving.

peace-
janet

Ah look what I finally found (audio is a little hard to hear but worth it)…

Barbed Wire Boys…and giving thanks.

Posted in Personal ramblings, Susan Werner on November 27, 2008 by boychick1

Because I am headed “home” for part of the day, a bit of the holiday not spent in my rituals of solitude. And I am from the midwest but don’t wish to live here necessarily.

Because I am thinking of the past and looking to the future and most importantly…
living in the moment. Because life carries me with it’s beauty and staggers me with it’s challenges.

Because Susan Werner currently has me on my knees (oh stop it – well that would be fine actually – Susan I am on my knees). I am so disgusting…not really I am, after all a Virgo.

I share the words to an amazing song by the one and only Susan Werner —

Barbed Wire Boys, Susan Werner

BARBED WIRE BOYS
From: New Non-Fiction (2001)
Copyright © Susan Werner

Well I come from the rural Midwest
It’s the land I love more than all the rest
It’s the place I know and understand
Like a false-front building
Like the back of my hand
And the men I knew when I was coming up
Were sober as coffee in a Styrofoam cup
There were Earls and Rays, Harlans and Roys
They were full-grown men
They were barbed wire boys

They raised grain and cattle on the treeless fields
Sat at the head of the table and prayed before meals
Prayed an Our Father and that was enough
Pray more than that and you couldn’t stay tough
Tough as the busted thumbnails on the weathered hands
They worked the gold plate off their wedding bands
And they never complained, no they never made noise
And they never left home
These barbed wire boys

‘Cos their wildest dreams were all fenced in
By the weight of family, by the feeling of sin
That’ll prick your skin at the slightest touch
If you reach too far, if you feel too much
So their deepest hopes never were expressed
Just beat like bird’s wings in the cage of their chest
All the restless longings, all the secret joys
That never were set free
In the barbed wire boys

And now one by one they’re departing this earth
And it’s clear to me now ‘xactly what they’re worth
Oh they were just like Atlas holding up the sky
You never heard him speak, you never saw him cry
But where do the tears go, that you never shed
Where do the words go, that you never said
Well there’s a blink of the eye, there’s a catch in the voice
That is the unsung song
Of the barbed wire boys

Now when you go to buy the above song — she covers her own song best in my opinion on her new live album recorded at Club Passim, with that same title. Trust me – a better version than on her album New Non-Fiction.

What singer/songwriter you are aware of is so smart, so funny, so sensitive to write lines so god damned achingly beautiful as…

So their deepest
hopes were never expressed
just beat like birds wings
in the cage of their chests

May you crack your rib like Adam and give birth to your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations. Now or Eve-entually. Really they can’t wait so go get them!

Thank you for visiting my blog — I send you all love on this Thanksgiving.

peace-
janet

Ah look what I finally found (audio is a little hard to hear but worth it)…

Sunday Mornings, music & musings…

Posted in Music, Personal ramblings, Susan Werner on November 25, 2008 by boychick1

I saw Susan Werner & Trina Hamlin at the Ark on Saturday night – I’d never seen Susan Werner in concert, although I was familiar with the uber talented Trina Hamlin. Trina is an amazing, amazing harmonica player, vocalist with a career of her own that extends beyond playing in Susan’s band.

I can’t stop listening to Susan Werner – over and over again.

I am from the midwest, I have always lived in the midwest, I am from a land of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, overcooked carrots and beans that were once green. My mother had a fear of anything raw – you could skim the pork chops across a river like skipping stones. I was sure vegetables all had a texture similar to slugs and were completely inedible. Beans were green until they were cooked down or throw in a large pot to cook forever with something called a ham hock.

I’m from the midwest, a middle class family one generation away from extreme poverty, the great depression and growing up in Indiana. Irish. Catholic – a long line of the self taught, hard working and hard playing, drinking and smoking hillbillies. My mother really was the only devote Catholic I think she chose to escape to stability, predictability something sacred and safe – the church.

My father was also one generation away from poverty and hard work – he was temperamentally my mother’s opposite and 10 years her senior. Scottish, stoic, stoic, stoic quiet..more inclined to sit at the table with a strong martini and smoking. Unless of course one was talking about Unions then he could get loud. My father was a Republican.

I am from a family where parents had “their chairs” – we all had a spot at the table and it never wavered. We had all the material things, we were civilized, friendly, polite – law abiding and looked like every other all American family.

I am from the midwest, catholic, hardworking, sacrificing – exuberance and reserve, a long lineage of addicts. That worked, that suppressed their dreams, that had another drink to their hard lives, or to those hard lives that they had finally escaped.

My mother was afraid of anything undercooked – the bottom pie crust was never done. She’d bit into a pie, register her disgust at another failure, and avoid it like a disease. “It’s not cooked” she’d say.

Raw was to be avoided. My parents didn’t approve of passion. Not in their lives or those of their children. My kin were racist, homophobic, anti-semitic, anti, anti, anti – life was very scary …different was dangerous.

And into this family I was born.

I was raw, raw…stubborn, different. Into a family of good people, solid people, mostly steady people, tax paying people, I was born. One intelligent, independent, questioning, quizzical, passionate child gender confused, introspective, artistic.

What does one do with that? My grandmother warned early on “that one will be a problem”.

I felt so different from all of them and I learned early on that no one was really interested in my opinions, thoughts, passions – not really. They’d be met with disapproving looks, stern warnings or a bar of soap in the bathroom. Spankings and whoopins.

So I learned suppression, how to lie, how to smile and then lie and then do and think whatever I wanted. How to not quite live the life they wanted for me but how to not quite live the life I wanted either.

But I’m not a victim, anymore then anyone else is a victim of receiving love, generous intentions that were simply not the gifts I needed.

And every Sunday was a struggle, every Sunday was a struggle of my mother dressing me up like a little Shirley Temple doll for church and my not wanting to go — as early as I can remember I did not believe, did not want to go. When I think of church I think of textured tights digging into my legs on the hard pews, dresses, white gloves and not being able to recite the lines at baptisms about rejecting Satan and embracing Christ. Her god and her religion did not make sense to me – it struck me as foolish from as tiny as I can remember.

So when I heard Susan Werner sing this song, entitled Sunday Mornings…it hit me like a punch in the gut, that was accompanied at the same time with a loving embrace. Like my upbringing -like the loss we feel – the gratitude we feel – all at once. Frustration and celebration. And how as adults we find our place in the world, reconciling those places we’re from, finding those places we are supposed to be.

I’m not quite there yet but I’m so much closer. Such a beautiful song, such a talented songwriter and musician – and music and my passions save me yet again.

“Sunday morning, there is someplace that I’m supposed to be, keeps returning, the feeling keeps coming over me,just like music, or the sunlight on a distant memory, Sunday morning, Sunday morning”.

Sunday Mornings, music & musings…

Posted in Music, Personal ramblings, Susan Werner on November 25, 2008 by boychick1

I saw Susan Werner & Trina Hamlin at the Ark on Saturday night – I’d never seen Susan Werner in concert, although I was familiar with the uber talented Trina Hamlin. Trina is an amazing, amazing harmonica player, vocalist with a career of her own that extends beyond playing in Susan’s band.

I can’t stop listening to Susan Werner – over and over again.

I am from the midwest, I have always lived in the midwest, I am from a land of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, overcooked carrots and beans that were once green. My mother had a fear of anything raw – you could skim the pork chops across a river like skipping stones. I was sure vegetables all had a texture similar to slugs and were completely inedible. Beans were green until they were cooked down or throw in a large pot to cook forever with something called a ham hock.

I’m from the midwest, a middle class family one generation away from extreme poverty, the great depression and growing up in Indiana. Irish. Catholic – a long line of the self taught, hard working and hard playing, drinking and smoking hillbillies. My mother really was the only devote Catholic I think she chose to escape to stability, predictability something sacred and safe – the church.

My father was also one generation away from poverty and hard work – he was temperamentally my mother’s opposite and 10 years her senior. Scottish, stoic, stoic, stoic quiet..more inclined to sit at the table with a strong martini and smoking. Unless of course one was talking about Unions then he could get loud. My father was a Republican.

I am from a family where parents had “their chairs” – we all had a spot at the table and it never wavered. We had all the material things, we were civilized, friendly, polite – law abiding and looked like every other all American family.

I am from the midwest, catholic, hardworking, sacrificing – exuberance and reserve, a long lineage of addicts. That worked, that suppressed their dreams, that had another drink to their hard lives, or to those hard lives that they had finally escaped.

My mother was afraid of anything undercooked – the bottom pie crust was never done. She’d bit into a pie, register her disgust at another failure, and avoid it like a disease. “It’s not cooked” she’d say.

Raw was to be avoided. My parents didn’t approve of passion. Not in their lives or those of their children. My kin were racist, homophobic, anti-semitic, anti, anti, anti – life was very scary …different was dangerous.

And into this family I was born.

I was raw, raw…stubborn, different. Into a family of good people, solid people, mostly steady people, tax paying people, I was born. One intelligent, independent, questioning, quizzical, passionate child gender confused, introspective, artistic.

What does one do with that? My grandmother warned early on “that one will be a problem”.

I felt so different from all of them and I learned early on that no one was really interested in my opinions, thoughts, passions – not really. They’d be met with disapproving looks, stern warnings or a bar of soap in the bathroom. Spankings and whoopins.

So I learned suppression, how to lie, how to smile and then lie and then do and think whatever I wanted. How to not quite live the life they wanted for me but how to not quite live the life I wanted either.

But I’m not a victim, anymore then anyone else is a victim of receiving love, generous intentions that were simply not the gifts I needed.

And every Sunday was a struggle, every Sunday was a struggle of my mother dressing me up like a little Shirley Temple doll for church and my not wanting to go — as early as I can remember I did not believe, did not want to go. When I think of church I think of textured tights digging into my legs on the hard pews, dresses, white gloves and not being able to recite the lines at baptisms about rejecting Satan and embracing Christ. Her god and her religion did not make sense to me – it struck me as foolish from as tiny as I can remember.

So when I heard Susan Werner sing this song, entitled Sunday Mornings…it hit me like a punch in the gut, that was accompanied at the same time with a loving embrace. Like my upbringing -like the loss we feel – the gratitude we feel – all at once. Frustration and celebration. And how as adults we find our place in the world, reconciling those places we’re from, finding those places we are supposed to be.

I’m not quite there yet but I’m so much closer. Such a beautiful song, such a talented songwriter and musician – and music and my passions save me yet again.

“Sunday morning, there is someplace that I’m supposed to be, keeps returning, the feeling keeps coming over me,just like music, or the sunlight on a distant memory, Sunday morning, Sunday morning”.

May I Suggest…

Posted in Personal ramblings, Susan Werner on November 24, 2008 by boychick1

I am finally home and have eaten — but it’s been a long weekend and I am exhausted, having worked in one way or another all weekend. Going to curl up with a fabulous book currently reading “The Story Of Edgar Sawtelle. Great, great, great.

I have been listening to Susan Werner all day, all day and then some more. I bought all the cd’s there last night and have been purchasing the rest on iTunes today. Oh gads — books and music I will never be a rich woman in the traditional sense. Otherwise I am rich beyond measure- greedy, grateful and self indulgent in those things that matter to me books, music, art, food.

“Tired, tired, tired” as my parrot will say to me whenever I lie down. Wise bird.

This song absolutely blew me away last night — I got all choked up and nearly cried. Something in me broke open in a good way, an inspired way – in a way that art transforms. I was transformed and transfixed. I will write more about the concert later, after I am rested up, in the meantime enjoy the brilliant uberTALENTED Susan Werner singing “May I Suggest…”