Sunday, July 3, 2011

troubadour

I would be remiss if I didn't tell you about houseguests #2, #5 and #8.

All three of these friends stayed with us for 24 hours or less, all three were on their midwest concert tours.

© photo credit: michaelmillercrusade.com

Michael Miller (#2) came first.  We've known Michael for years and years, and we've followed his singing career for as long.  I remember one of the first shows I saw was when he opened for Glen Phillips at the Coach House in SoCal (circa 1999).  A few years later, Chris was playing bass in his band (at the same venue) opening for Daniel Lanois.  Michael is one of those guys who plays it cool as a solo artist or with a band, in coffeehouses, dive bars, and at Hollywood hot spots.  He's toured with some classy folks, including Minnie Driver, and has a side business creating greeting cards.  

We got to spend time with Michael last spring and catch his show at Wilbert's in Cleveland (go there for some tasty music and French fries).  Side note: if you want to make Michael Miller smile, feed him peanut M&Ms.

© photo credit: christopherw.com

Christopher Williams (#5) was next.  You can read about our sweet evening with him here.  

© photo credit: Brad Johnson

Our most recent houseguest (#8) arrived on Wednesday.  Jeremy Hartshorn (nickname: Ed).  We also go way back in our history with Jeremy.  He and his wife are dear friends of ours.  We've all sung together, Chris and Jeremy used to rent a studio and share garage (band) space in California, Chris helped produce a few of Ed's CD projects, and they love to geek out together discussing their latest recording gear and song lyrics.  Jeremy is a powerful worship leader and co-owns a coffeeshop in Hawaii.

When he stayed with us last week, the three of us sat out in our gazebo and caught up on life, drank beer, ate peanut butter cups and air-popped popcorn.  Also while in Ohio, one of Ed's tour hosts gave him a Mercedes Benz to drive.  

It was pretty.  Black.  Shiny.

Expensive.


At about 10:30pm, the boys got a hankering for Popeye's chicken, so I (who was drinking only rootbeer) got to be the designated driver.. in the Benz.  Oh yes.  That baby had more buttons than I've ever seen inside of a car before, it remembered the way I positioned the seat and adjusted itself every time I started the ignition, and it gave me a massage while I drove.  I was hoping a woman with a British accent would start talking to me, giving me clues for my next spy mission, but instead we listened to Weird Al.


"Music does bring people together. It allows us to experience the same emotions. People everywhere are the same in heart and spirit. No matter what language we speak, what color we are, the form of our politics or the expression of our love and our faith, music proves: We are the same." - John Denver

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