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Lyle Lovett, How Do I love Thee…

 Lyle, Me

“I’m Lyle Lovett’s biggest fan!” I heard her say to the person she was with.

My ears perked up. My sisters, Mary and Teresa had heard it too and they both looked at me, eyebrows raised, as if to say, “Are you going to let this woman get away with that remark?”

Everyone who has ever met me knows that I am Lyle Lovett’s biggest fan.

It was October, 2007 just outside of College Station, Texas. My three sisters and I were enjoying a raucous sister’s weekend at Big State, a huge outdoor music festival featuring Lyle Lovett, Willie Nelson, Robert Earl Keen, Miranda Lambert, Los Lonely Boys, Dierks Bentley, Kelly Willis, Kevin Fowler, Tim McGraw, and so many others others. The sun was setting and we were positioned right up front to enjoy Lyle Lovett’s much-anticipated set.

The Large Band had barely finished the first song when this misguided woman nearby had started with her remarks. She was all like, “Oh, I love him so much. I’ve seen him seven times. I know all the words to all of his songs….blah blah blah.

Naturally, it was my duty to set her straight. “Excuse me, but I’m Lyle Lovett’s biggest fan,” I said with a smile. “Oh yeah?” She replied. “What makes you think so?”

My response: “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen him, but this is the third time this week!”

I won that argument real quick. She was quiet after that.

But I also wanted to tell her:

  • When I’m in a bad mood, I can listen to any one of his hundreds of songs, hear that unique, clear voice, and instantly be transformed into a better place.
  • His wit, charm and effortless humor make me swoon.
  • When he’s up on stage, between songs, telling stories the way only he can, I feel like I’m a part of the family.
  • The interesting way he turns a phrase, uses emphasis and conveys honesty refreshes me.
  • He is a poet and a cowboy and a gentleman.
  • His music is pure art and I love how it doesn’t fit into any one genre. It is all heartfelt and real.
  • It’s always about the music, but it’s also about having fun. His joy is contagious.
  • His crooked smile and that twinkle in his eye – are invitations into his world where I love to get lost.
  • Lyle doesn’t pretend to be anything but what he is.
  • He surrounds himself with the most talented musicians and shares the stage. He highlights the Large Band and back-up singers, and gives everyone the spotlight they deserve.
  • The way Lyle always dresses for the occasion, in his tailored Armani suits and authentic cowboy boots reminds me that he’s Texas cool and that just makes me proud.
  • And don’t get me started about how when he uses his breath to hold a note, or inhale into a word, or exhales a sigh in just the right place, it makes me want to follow him into the sunset and live happily ever after.

And then, I wanted to go back in time and tell her how warm and gracious Lyle was that time I got to meet him in person! It was a hot July day in Austin, Texas a few years later. My daughter and I were headed to the Paramount Theatre, downtown to see Lyle play with Robert Earl Keen.

She was driving because Austin is her town. I had been following Lyle on Facebook for quite a while and noticed that he was posting pictures of the venues (beautiful old theatres and opera houses) and of fans, taken several hours before his shows on that tour. So I talked my baby girl into going early to see if we could catch him on the street taking pictures.

“Oh my gosh, there’s his bus!” I screamed as we pulled up to the traffic light adjacent to the theatre.

“Mom, that’s him standing on the corner,” She said.

“WHAT? Are you sure? Oh! Oh! Oh! What do I do? I asked.

“You get out of the car and go talk to him. NOW!” She practically pushed me out just before the light turned green.

I don’t remember making my way across the street and approaching him, but the next thing I knew, I was standing a few feet away from Lyle Lovett! as he finished signing autographs and talking with some other fans.

When those fans left, others took their place. I was just standing there, hadn’t been assertive enough and might have missed my opportunity.

Soon, my daughter was at my side. She had parked the car and found me still standing at a distance waiting my turn. When the next opportunity presented itself, she stepped up and introduced herself with her infectious smile and bubbly personality. She and Lyle are both graduates from Texas A&M and had that in common, and talked briefly about their graduating years, and compared Aggie Rings. He then stuck out his hand and introduced himself to me. I took his right hand, and he covered our hands with his left and looked me in the eyes. When I said my name, he repeated it.

We talked for several minutes, I tried not to gush, we took pictures, and we laughed, all under the blistering Texas sun. Sweat trickling off foreheads and pooling in crevices. He signed my ticket, thanked us for coming to the show and invited us to have a great time – which we did.

Lyle, Shalyn, Me

If you ever get the chance to see Lyle Lovett live – with or without his Large Band – please do. You won’t be sorry.

Until then, do yourself a favor and watch this video, and then go find more because it was so hard to just pick one!

Are you the World’s Biggest Fan of anyone?

Time Machine Thursday

sisters

Today we go back to 1965.

It was a crisp fall day in Michigan. My sisters and I were in the back yard playing when Mama showed up with a camera.

I like to think that I did receive the memo about wearing red, but politely declined.

Wordless Wednesday

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#WhyIStayed #WhyILeft

Stop

 

You can learn more about abusive relationships

and reach a trained counselor 24/7 at

The National Domestic Violence Hotline

and 1-800-799-7233.

Too many women, some just girls, are “tricked”, by their abusers, into believing that they have no choice but to stay in an abusive relationship. They are lied to, manipulated through fear, coercion and battery, and find themselves alone and afraid, ill-equipped to make necessary changes to save their own lives. Often times they don’t even realize that what they are experiencing is not “normal”.

I was one of them.

My own story is chronicled in a memoir published in 2013 called More Than Everything. It took me 20+ years to write about my abusive relationship and my voice still falters when I talk about it. For years I struggled with the pros and cons of  “putting myself out there”, with exposing the truth where darkness had lived for so long. It’s not easy laying your ugliest bits and pieces out for the world to see and pick apart.

Finally, I decided that “there is more room on the outside” and maybe I could help someone else in the process. One of my greatest hopes is that through reading my story, women who may be in seemingly hopeless situations can find the courage to get out and stay out.

I am certainly no expert on the topic, I can only speak to my own story, but over the past few days I’ve read many posts on the topic of violence and abuse. Following is one of the best I’ve seen that paints a full picture and helps explain an abused woman’s skewed thought process – posted anonymously. Here is one woman’s story:

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Don’t Get Me Started

Like many of you, I suffer from seasonal allergies. In addition to being allergic to most grasses and trees, I am also allergic to cats and dogs – and my husband and I currently share our home with two of the sweetest hairy canines you’ve ever met.

Sneezing, coughing, runny nose, watery eyes – are all a constant in my world. As you can imagine, I go through tons of tissues. As you might also imagine, I’m particular about my tissues. Firstly, they must be white. No pretty pastel colors for me. Oh no. White is the only color of tissue for me. Secondly, and most important –  NO POP-UP TISSUES!

Shortly after we married, I had to send my loving husband to the store for more tissues, and probably a bottle of Benadryl and maybe even tampons. I told him what brand to get and that he better not come home with any pop-ups! He had no idea what I was talking about. Read the rest of this entry

Not For Use In Dishwashers

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It was still two days until payday, and my wallet was empty, so it was scrambled eggs and pancakes for supper. There’s something about eating breakfast food at supper time that incites a little bit of giddiness and lightens the mood. Kids especially love it.They are thrilled by the idea of mom breaking the rules. It turns their little world upside down and kids love going upside down. It’s almost like being on vacation. Almost. I too loved it as a child, and now, as a single parent, with a more mature view on things like money, groceries and stretching a dollar, I was still enamored with eating pancakes at night time – but mainly for the joy it brought my bright-eyed, tow-headed spitfire of a daughter.

After supper and bath time and brushing our teeth and story time and snuggles, it was lights out for my four year old. I was looking forward to vegging out in front of the TV and watching my new favorite show, Northern Exposure. I had a mad crush on John Corbett who played Chris Stevens, the town’s ex-con, philosophical  DJ in the fictional town of Cicely, Alaska. I also had a connection with Alaska due to my own skirmish with the law, and there was something about watching that show that helped me begin to come to terms with some demons in my not-so-distant past. Read the rest of this entry

They Are Mine

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They glide like 

ferris wheels

through

lost keyholes

in my mind – 

coating today’s stress

with cotton candy promises.

They swim 

with grace and passion

behind

heavy eyelids

at the close of my day.

They are always there

with strength and will

in my hour of need.

They are my truth

and inspiration…

…these timeless memories

I treasure

of

you.

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