First page of the memphis archive.
why this sunday was pretty good
Posted by jessica on Sep 28, 2009 with No Comments
in Performance, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as afternoon performance, brother jason, day, Florida, food, Jason, manatees, Maryland, memphis, migraine, migraines, orpheum theater, pretty good day, Rebekah, seeing spots, show, something, theater, theater/tour, thoughts/life
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as afternoon performance, brother jason, day, Florida, food, Jason, manatees, Maryland, memphis, migraine, migraines, orpheum theater, pretty good day, Rebekah, seeing spots, show, something, theater, theater/tour, thoughts/life
Today was a pretty good day.
I woke up kind of late. Something to do with late conversations about cereal, I am sure.
But then I got myself to the theater. I had planned on taking the warm-up class that our veneered choreographer gives when she is in town, but I didn’t quite leave my hotel in time. Oops.
Something to do with getting up late because of late conversations about cereal.
But I already mentioned that.
So I warmed myself up on stage, which is what I do most of the time anyway. And aside from being afraid that I was about to get a migraine after I stared at the lights a little too long and started seeing spots because of it (the warm-up act for my migraines is what doctors call an aura. I see spots and have blurred vision and it fills me with dread because once the aura comes, I know what is coming next. And if you’ve ever suffered a migraine, than you know what I’m talking about, though I sincerely hope for your sake that you don’t.), I got warm and all that.
Oh yeah, and I didn’t get a migraine. Turns out those bright lights on the stage make you see spots and it doesn’t always mean you’re gonna have to find somebody to please remove your head in just a little while. You’ll know when because I will be squirming and writhing and moaning, thank you. So I was relieved that this wasn’t the case.
And then I did a show. And honestly? I’ve done so many now that it’s hard to remember one itty bitty matinee* on a Sunday.
*notice I said MATINEE, as in afternoon performance and not, MANATEE, as in large and lovable sea creature that I swam with in Florida. Though I will still probably get at least one comment that says they thought I was confessing I had DONE a MANATEE and ewwwwwww and isn’t that funny?! And here I go proving my brother Jason, who once told the world wide web that I often write about manatees on my blog, right yet again by mentioning manatees.
I cannot win.
And if you did think that I said MANATEE instead of MATINEE and happen to think it’s funny, well I agree: it is funny.
Moving on.
So I did the show and it went well and I don’t think I made any mistakes, so that’s good. I even managed to make some people laugh, which is even better than just not making mistakes, if I do say so myself.
But if you sang really badly in front of thousands of people while wearing a leotard you could probably make them laugh too.
Oh, and another part of the day that made it good was that the Eagles won.
Go Green.
But after I woke up kind of late and after I got out of my hotel room late and missed the warm-up class and after I was afraid I was getting a migraine but I was really just underneath some bright lights and after I did a show in which I don’t think I made any mistakes and managed to make some people laugh in the process and after the Eagles won–well, after all that, something great happened.
It looked like this.
In large platters.
And many different colors.
And lots and lots of butter, I’d bet.
It’s a tradition here at the Orpheum Theater for the ushers and friends of the theater to cook and bake their best from their own respective kitchens and then feed us a feast to end all feasts.
I mean, just look at it.
The only problem was that we had to do another show after this southern feast, so you know, I had to content myself with just one plate.
One packed plate.
Of food stacked right on top of each other.
Cause I had decided on just one plate.
And the pecan pie was heavenly. Just crumbled goodness on a fork.
Oh, and the sweet potatoes even rivaled my sister-in-law, Rebekah’s. Sorry Rebekah, but it’s true. I didn’t say they were better, mind you; I merely asserted the fact that they were contenders. But I think we can all agree that there is room in this great big world for two different plates of out-if-this-world delicious sweet potatoes.
And Memphis and Maryland are far enough apart from each other to let bygones be bygones, I’d say.
And another great part about this meal?
They gave each of us a to-go box and let us have at it.
And ate it after the second show, because believe it or not, after that first feast my stomach managed to get hungry all over again.
Yep, a pretty good day.
some good things have happened in memphis
Posted by jessica on Sep 26, 2009 with No Comments
in Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as B. B. King, birthday, Carl Perkins, country, Elvis, elvis presley, good graces, Jerry Lee Lewis, John Mellencamp, Johnny Cash, johnny cash movie, memphis, Mr. Phillips, Mrs. Presley, music, recording, red hot and blue, Sam, sam phillips, song, studio, theater/tour, U2
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as B. B. King, birthday, Carl Perkins, country, Elvis, elvis presley, good graces, Jerry Lee Lewis, John Mellencamp, Johnny Cash, johnny cash movie, memphis, Mr. Phillips, Mrs. Presley, music, recording, red hot and blue, Sam, sam phillips, song, studio, theater/tour, U2
This.
Was.
Just.
Amazing.
Sun Records, here in downtown Memphis, a mile away from my hotel.
And it is responsible for the music that we have today. This is where 18 year old Elvis Presley walked in off the street and spent four dollars to make a record for his mother’s birthday.
Or so he said.
Turns out it was springtime and Mrs. Presley’s birthday wasn’t till fall, but that is what the young charmer told the secretary in order to get in her good graces and gee, did it work. It worked so well in fact, that she laid that little country song aside for Sam Phillips, the owner, to listen to, hoping to give the young man a break. A young man who would spend his hard earned money on recording a song for his momma’s birthday.
Awwwwwwww.
And here’s the kicker: I listened to that song today. The first recording Elvis ever made. And boy did he have some warbly vibrato and no it didn’t impress Sam Phillips one bit, much to the chagrin of his secretary. It was country in a time when the blues were hot.
But still, I heard it.
And don’t you worry about young Elvis. He did just fine. Because a year later he went back into that recording studio, sang song after song at Mr. Phillips’ insistence, but nothing was working. It wasn’t until Sam Phillips told Elvis, the bassist, and guitarist to take a break at midnight, leaving them to their own devices that some magic finally appeared. Elvis started singing a song he had heard, That’s All Right, just joking around really, and the musicians started playing along. Sam Phillips heard it in the booth and knew they’d found what they were looking for.
The hottest radio station in Memphis, Red, Hot, and Blue, played it soon after and something intractable started. 49 people called in requesting that song by the unknown Elvis, and the DJ played it fourteen times in just three hours.
So yeah, like I said, Elvis did just fine.
And remember that scene from the Johnny Cash movie, Walk the Line? He’s doing his salesman thing when he happens to spot a recording studio, and walks in just like that?
And then there were so many more. B. B. King, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Carl Perkins, to name a few.
And how about those Irish boys who can’t stop making beautiful albums?
They came here to record three songs for Rattle and Hum. And on that wall is the 12 track they used.
They knew that whatever happened within these walls was something they wanted to be a part of.
Smart guys.
And Sun Studio remains the only recording studio that is a national monument in the country. It gives tours through the day, but is still a working studio at night. The most recent artist to record here was John Mellencamp. And this place still has the same white tiles that soundproofed the room back when Elvis Presley stopped in for a visit, after being signed with RCA Records. Sam Phillips called in Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Carl Perkins too. And what do they do?
An impromptu jam session, of course.
And what does the always-thinking Sam Phillips do?
Press record, of course.
You can buy it, too, aptly called the Million Dollar Quartet.
back on the road and a shoulder clap gone dreadfully wrong
Posted by jessica on Sep 23, 2009 with No Comments
in Funny Stuff, Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as clap, drew, exit signs, God, golden ticket, humor, M. Night, magic hour, memphis, music, neon signs, New York, night parties, opening night, shoulder, shoulder claps, show, tonight, tour
in Funny Stuff, Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as clap, drew, exit signs, God, golden ticket, humor, M. Night, magic hour, memphis, music, neon signs, New York, night parties, opening night, shoulder, shoulder claps, show, tonight, tour
So I’m back. And it’s really okay. Better than okay, actually, if how I felt on stage tonight is any indication. It was a blur of bright lights, too-red EXIT signs, the glare of all the many people who watch us with their glasses on, and the already prevalent ache in my feet–but beyond that…this [...]


