Last night, at the Bull Run Restaurant, in Shirley, we were mezmerized by Marc Cohn and his band. From the hits like True Companion, to covers like Paul Simon's Only Living Boy in New York, Marc sang and played piano and guitar, casting a spell over the small audience and reeling us all in "just like a fisherman's daughter." That's a line from one of my favorite Marc Cohn songs - Walk on Water. I loved the rendition of "True Companion" where Marc and the band jammed and rocked out, taking this hit song to the next level.
Keeping it real, Marc joked and talked with the audience, and afterwards stayed for a meet and greet. The Bull Run's intimate venue is the perfect place to hear my favorite blues artist, Marc Cohn, giving me a chance to know him and appreciate his music even more.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Deep Thoughts on a Rainy Day
This week I learned a new word: merkin. I was so surprised that Colette knew it already. The definition "pubic wig" cracks me up. Honest, I had never heard of it. So, at 54, I can still be a little shocked!
It going to be a great weekend. Gem show in Marlboro, and Mark Cohn on Sunday evening. Hurray!
I have been feeling better but I think I need to clean and dust the house. So it's good there's nothing planned
for Saturday!
I have been wanting to take photos of my jewelry and get them posted on silverfinchdesigns.etsy.com. We need a bright sunny day. Laura does too, as she'll be at the beach. Well, at least she gets to see Pat Benatar tonight. The concerts on Hampton Beach are so much fun.
Today's story: I just got a new book about gems, and it tells the story of the Marie-Louise Diadem. The history says it was originally set with emeralds and diamonds. They must have been some large emeralds. However, upon acquiring it in the early fifties, the jewelry company sold off all the emeralds and replaced them with...turquoise! The result, I hardly need to say, is very sad. It looks so cheesy. I am stunned that anyone with any heart or love for gems would split up the emeralds, not to mention replacing them with (ugh) turquoise.
Not that I have anything against turquoise jewelry. Especially in silver mountings.
But the original emeralds were faceted (of course) and darkly contrasting the gold and diamonds
of the diadem. However, the turquoise gems are cabochon, smooth and round. They look like placeholders.
Who would want the thing the way it is? It would make me sad, knowing how magnificent it must have been with the original emeralds.
Ah, so there is another story, my children, and always, we are left with a question. What the hell were they thinking?
It going to be a great weekend. Gem show in Marlboro, and Mark Cohn on Sunday evening. Hurray!
I have been feeling better but I think I need to clean and dust the house. So it's good there's nothing planned
for Saturday!
I have been wanting to take photos of my jewelry and get them posted on silverfinchdesigns.etsy.com. We need a bright sunny day. Laura does too, as she'll be at the beach. Well, at least she gets to see Pat Benatar tonight. The concerts on Hampton Beach are so much fun.
Today's story: I just got a new book about gems, and it tells the story of the Marie-Louise Diadem. The history says it was originally set with emeralds and diamonds. They must have been some large emeralds. However, upon acquiring it in the early fifties, the jewelry company sold off all the emeralds and replaced them with...turquoise! The result, I hardly need to say, is very sad. It looks so cheesy. I am stunned that anyone with any heart or love for gems would split up the emeralds, not to mention replacing them with (ugh) turquoise.
Not that I have anything against turquoise jewelry. Especially in silver mountings.
But the original emeralds were faceted (of course) and darkly contrasting the gold and diamonds
of the diadem. However, the turquoise gems are cabochon, smooth and round. They look like placeholders.
Who would want the thing the way it is? It would make me sad, knowing how magnificent it must have been with the original emeralds.
Ah, so there is another story, my children, and always, we are left with a question. What the hell were they thinking?
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