Well, it's official: Kohala is coming to the Pacific Northwest for the first time ever!
(In case you didn't know, that happy guy on the left is my dad... :-D)
Looking forward to it; these guys have strong ties to this area, so I say this tour is long overdue. Dad is excited to be coming back to the area, where he'll spend some time before heading home (again) to prepare for Kohala's Japan tour in August--busy guys. :)
I hear they'll have some pretty cute guest artists at the Bainbridge Island concert,
Yesterday morning brought with it what most consider typical Seattle weather: wet, cold, wet, dark,wet, gray, wet --you get the idea.
Despite my island roots, I love days like that--days where the only sensible things to wear are sweats and fuzzy socks; when my thoughts suddenly turn to those books I've been meaning to pick up again; and I entertain the possibility of doing nothing but swirling coffee (makes it much more enjoyable), and writing to my heart's content.
Coincidentally, Mondays also usually happen to be my grocery-gettin' days, and after much back-and-forth, hemming-and-hawing, and a realization that I lacked the general creativity to throw together a decent meal with the last three cans-of-whatever in the pantry, I decided to brave the weather and fulfill my wifely/motherly obligation to gather food for my family. (Run-on sentence if ever there was one.)
As I sloshed into Costco, my phone rang, and it was none other than Mr. Arnall, "just calling to say hi." Actually, what he said was:
"Hi, babe. Whatcha doing? You're already out shopping? Oh--nice! What am I doing? Oh, I'm just (sitting here on my dry, comfy chair, in my nice, warm office, at my big, pretty computer, looking at your fantastically awesome blog, and) wondering why you haven't posted video of our daughters singing yet?"
(That may not be verbatim, but sometimes things get lost (or found) in translation.)
So, because I'm all about making my husband happy, and just a tiny bit about showing off my daughters, here are a few shots and videos from the concert on Bainbridge Island this past Saturday (be sure to hit the "pause" button on my playlist to the lower right):
The theater.
Getting ready for the show.
What Daniel would look like if he was beautiful.
(according to my sis. :D)
Practicing "Grass Shack" one more time.
Perfecting "Pupu Hinu Hinu."
Running off some of the pre-show jitters.
The Little and the Middle.
Waiting to sound-check.
"Check, one-two...check, one-two."
They miss each other.
Theater starting to fill with friendly faces.
Hi, Jean & Darin!
Dad starts off the evening.
Dad started off his set with James Taylor's "One Man Parade." It was one of the most solid vocal performances I've heard from him, live or recorded. Wish I had video of it; instead, watch this video of him performing his classic original, "Forest," a song he penned at the tender young age of 15 :
The girls joined Dad onstage after a bit, and sang "Pupu Hinu Hinu" before
Uncle Josh joined them for "Little Grass Shack":
The girls' turn!
Eddyville took to the stage shortly thereafter, and strutted their stuff; very talented musicians, with good chemistry, and enough energy to hold the crowd's attention for a couple of hours.
Welcome to Eddyville.
Dave
Bruce
Jason
Darren
There is one more band member--Kyle, Eddyville's saxophone personist. (Only Miki can come up with stuff like that. :-D) Apparently, my camera moves too slowly to catch him--he's a blur in all the pictures.
(Admittedly, I needed to check out their Facebook page to make sure I got their names right.)
Darren's drum solo, and some of the more energetic fans: :)
Tired, happy girls. Papa was far more excited about how the
evening went than this picture reveals.
It was a great evening, as good friends and good music often make for.
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Thought for Today
“Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness. For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.”
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Marianne Williamson, "A Return to Love"
Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong. Sometime in life you will have been all of these.
