High-Tech Red Neck

The differences between men and women never cease to amaze me. I found this BoomCase Vintage Suitcase on Etsy last week, and I thought it would be a fun addition to Clark’s music studio (which by the way, we are putting the finishing touches on this week! Pictures soon to come.) This morning he caught me looking at it again online, and his face sort of contorted like it does when he’s changing one of Mia’s dirty diapers. He cocked his head to one side as if to say, “you can’t be serious”. The conversation went as follows:

Me: “What? don’t you think it would be a cool piece for your studio?

Clark: “It’s a piece all right.” (Translation: “It is a P.O.S. all right.”)

Me: “Look you can plug your ipod into it and it plays music.”

Clark: “Oh, so it’s like high-tech red neck?”

I laughed so hard and ultimately forfeited any hope for a rebuttal.

BoomCase closed!

Sharin’ the Love

If you’ve read my recent posts, you know I am in studio design mode. I can’t wait to show you pictures of what we’ve done in Clark’s music room. In the mean time, I thought I’d share the love by giving away a copy of our CD, The Surveil Project. You can have a listen by clicking here. If you would like to enter this giveaway, make sure you’ve subscribed to my blog, and leave a comment below. In fact, after yesterday’s confession, I’m curious to know of some of your own project blunders, or at least those that gave you a good cry!

Nazi Neighbors

I don’t think any project is worth doing unless it brings you to the point of tears at least once. Take the studio for instance. I’ve cried twice in one week over it. We began with re-painting of course. Slapped some warm gray on the walls without too much difficulty…… so far so good. Clark has two pieces of actual furniture designated for that room– a  desk and a bookshelf. How hard can it be to spray paint a desk and a bookshelf? Well, three trips to Home Depot and seven cans of black spray paint later,  I had not only finished the furniture, but I was getting to know Lou from the paint department so well, I half expected him to invite us to Thanksgiving dinner. What these men must think when they see me coming in to Home Depot…. again…. with my 2 babies and a pony tail for yet another can of spray paint. “Here comes the paint lady again. She’s probably hanging around here hoping to find a daddy for those two children.”

We live in a nice neighborhood. It is beautiful and historic with luscious tree-lined streets. No two houses look alike and most of them are at least a century year old. We are surrounded by quaint shops, cafes, and pubs- people walking their dogs, mommies pushing strollers, and older couples hand-in-hand enjoying the end of the day on their porch swings. Most Saturday mornings, a race for a cause or a cure will take place right outside my front door– my neighbors, their dogs, and sometimes their kids, all smiles, running with a sense of pride and purpose. It is practically Mayfield. Well, we certainly made an impression on our neighbors this week. I did not put a tarp down on the lawn while I was using… yes… black spray paint on my husband’s bookshelves. And wouldn’t you know it, I just so happened to lay those suckers out perfectly so that after the they were dried and removed, the outline of the paint from the edge of the shelves made the shape of a giant swastika. We’ve never been “lawn” people, but this is bad even for us. I’m sure at this weekend’s race, all smiles will surely fade when they pass our house and see that Nazi’s have moved into their wholesome little neighborhood. The old couples on their porch swings will say things like, “That corner house…. I think they’re musicians or something. Better call the city and have ’em reported.” Clark tried to play it cool since I, after all, was doing him a favor. But for the last few days, we’ll be in the middle of dinner or pumping gas and he’ll say, “what do you think we ought to do about the lawn?” He suggested we get festive and perhaps put one of those giant inflatable pumpkins over our vandalized grass. We bounced ideas back and forth until one of us said we should put a life-size manger scene out front– send the message that Jesus loves Nazi’s too. We both screamed with laughter and made yet a fourth trip to Home Depot to see if Lou could give us something that would remove the paint without killing our grass and thus burning Nazi symbolism into our yard permanently. No such luck. We’re Nazi’s ’til the grass grows out.

Music Mayhem

There are so many great things about having a husband that works from home. There is, however, a downside. My sweetheart is a musician, and a guitarist at that, so I have married into more wires, cables, pedals, and issues of Guitar Magazine than a girl could ever dream possible. Our first apartment was overrun with gear….. we didn’t have a coffee table, so I suggested we use one of Clark’s amps. It was at that moment we both realized that he needed his own music room. Otherwise, I was going to use his pedals as flower planters or something. We struck gold with our first home…. there was a sound treated music studio already in the basement when we found the place! It was beautiful….. Clark was swimming up to his neck in gear and it didn’t trickle into our other living spaces. No pedal planters. Above ground was a clean, organized, well-efficient use of space. Below ground was a growing web of electronics that looked like Radio Shack exploded in our basement. Two different worlds underneath the same roof. I didn’t venture into his space too often, other than for an impromptu song writing session, and we were both pretty o.k. with that. Shortly after moving to Charlotte, we began to miss our basement…. terribly. Our new place has a sun room that is visible through french doors so what was once tucked away from view is now the first thing people see when they walk through our front door. Hmmm…. if it is true that your home is your portfolio, then we look like we’re starting a chain of pawn shops. When Clark told me that Center City Sound Lab was expanding from guitar lessons to include song-writing coaching and consulting live performers, it was the motivation I needed to re-do the sun room studio. Right now, that space  looks about as inspiring as a storage closet.  There is NO way any top tens are comin’ out of there. Well, I may have bit off more than I can chew this time. I tore through the room over the weekend– painting walls and furniture and cleaning out boxes of… empty guitar string wrappers? Ugh…. sigh.It went from bad to worse as now Clark has set up shop to teach lessons from our living room! Amps and baby swings side by side…. my foyer looks like a yard sale that has been picked over. I am on a mission to finish the studio this week. I am using Clark’s *brand logo as my inspiration for the color scheme in the room.

I took his business card to Home Depot and the paint-“etician” matched the gray from the card in a much lighter shade for the wall color. Five cans of black spray paint later, I was high as a kite, but the furniture is no longer doo-doo brown. I’ve got a vision for some stenciling and interesting orange accessories. In the mean time, I may have had a little fun dressing up this clock.

It may not make the final cut, but hey, I was inspired. And that’s what this space is for, right?

*image by Nathan Longbrook at Creativity Mill