I have a lot of notes on my iPad for future stories; things that happened or topics I want to document, basically everything I can remember and anything I think my kids might like to enjoy reading after I’m gone. This story is being started the night before a Wailin’ Jennys concert in Grass Valley, California. California has a lot of small towns whose residents support the local arts and artists. Grass Valley does a decent job of attracting a few major names, (oh, and it’s home to Kenny Bania of Seinfeld – we saw him open for Paul Reiser there). We also saw the Jennys two years ago at The Crest in Sacramento and fell in love with their voices.
Music means a lot to me. I’m sure it doesn’t mean as much as it does to people who make their living in the business, but according to Marilu Henner one of our senses are dominant in that it the dominant sense aids our memories. When I read her book, (Total Memory Makeover), there was a test that helped me determine which of my senses was the guiding sense. My son Tim’s was smell and my wife’s was touch. Mine was sound. My taste for music is wide, but not necessarily what you might call eclectic. I like most from Bluegrass, like Alison Krause, to Eminem. I confess that I don’t like most rap, but I do like Eminem.