The Char-Lettes

My church hosts an annual Oscar Night. Any member can submit a video 5 minutes or less in length to be judged. The audience views all the entries and votes for the standard categories: best actor, best actress, best music, best animation, etc.

I decided to enter a video this year (because I'm in graduate school and have an abundance of free time...cough, cough). I wanted to make a music video featuring music from The Trans Siberian Orchestra. I love their music. I have been known to listen to their songs in the summer. I know, I know, shame on me. Anyway, I filmed the video (which took awhile) and handed the clips to my fantastic film friend Janet who did the editing, cropping, and designing. The video won Best Actress and Best Costume/Make up.

Here are the Char-Lettes performing Queen of the Winter Night.

Untitled from JanetFelosi on Vimeo.

The (wo)Man In Black

Okay, this is the last post from my Nashville adventure. I know. I know. It's about time! Let's begin.

Downtown Nashville is home to the infamous bar "Tootsies". Legend says that Johnny Cash, before he made it big, would come here for a beer each year ~ hey, that rhymes. Someone should make that into a country song. Something like... "There's a tear in my beer cause I'm crying for you, dear..." It's already been done? Oh, never mind then. Anyway, like I was saying, legend continues that each year on his birthday, Johnny Cash would wander over to Tootsies and get a beer. I have yet to verify this and all calls made to Mr. Cash have not been returned. What?! He died? Hmm...no wonder he never answered. Okay, quit interrupting and let me finish. Anyway, I wanted my picture taken outside the bar just to prove I'd walked the block Johnny Cash had. Since I was walking straight, I "walked the line". Get it? Ahhhahaha.

Again I digress.

I found a nice lady to take my picture.

* Click

"Do you want another one just in case?"

Yes, please.

I must have heard wrong.

Apparently she said, "Do you want another three just in case?"

Thanks Ma'am.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much.

Et tu, U2?

I fell in like with a guy in college who loved the band U2. That's all he wanted to talk about, listen to, read , watch, breathe, and I'm sure eat if U2 were edible. I wanted to make a good impression on him so I started to actually listen to the band and learn as much information as possible. I made it a life goal to attend a live concert.

Fast forward a few years. Despite my crush on U2-boy dwindling to nothing, my interest in the band continued and my desire to see them live was too much to quench. U2 had just released How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb and planned a tour which would stop in a nearby city. I determined, no matter how expensive tickets were, I was going. Finally the day arrived when tickets went on sale. I was online purchasing seats while some friends were in line buying more. Tickets sold out before noon. It was okay though since I was finally going to see U2 live!

Then, in May, I found out I was moving to Georgia.

The concert was in Salt Lake, Utah that coming December.

So I bought a round trip flight to Utah. I was serious about seeing this concert! I'm sure my new Georgia co-workers thought it a tad bizarre that I was so thrilled. It was all I wanted to talk about, read, google, or listen to. One day in November, my coworker Bo brought his 14 year old son into work. The son and I bonded over music. He told me about the bands he enjoyed and I told him about, ...well, U2.

Fast forward to now. The concert was great and worth every penny. I've continued working with Bo although I've not seen his son since. A few weeks ago Bo called me to say I owed him big time. I was confused so I asked for clarification.

Bo and his wife were in the kitchen one night discussing something serious. In the middle of the conversation, their son walked in and asked, "Dad, how is that one girl at the office? You know, the one that likes you too?"

Bo slept on the couch that night. I'm not sure how I owe him since I wasn't even there. Proves I have the capability to get others in trouble without even being with them. Or near them. Or even knowing where they live.

Watch out...you could get fired for reading this blog.