The story of this album wouldn’t be complete without telling you a little bit about my mom. It feels lucky, and more than a little fitting, that this part of the story happens to fall on Mother’s Day
Some of my most clear and beloved childhood memories are of me laying under the piano while you played with mom singing next to you on the bench. I also love her artists heart. Living in a sea of sagebrush, dirt, and lava rock far away from museums, ballets, and symphonies didn’t seem to slow her down one bit. She squeezed all of the dancing and music that could fit inside those farmhouse walls (including homemade costumes for all). Love her. Also, how in the heck did Don get pianos in there!?
Carlie, I love this so much. Like how you mentioned sagebrush, dirt, lava rock, no museums, no symphonies nearby, and still she somehow made the house feel like culture was happening right there. Also, the Don piano logistics remain one of the great unsolved miracles of our childhood. 😂 I have no idea how he got them in there, but I’m so glad he did.
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Some of my most clear and beloved childhood memories are of me laying under the piano while you played with mom singing next to you on the bench. I also love her artists heart. Living in a sea of sagebrush, dirt, and lava rock far away from museums, ballets, and symphonies didn’t seem to slow her down one bit. She squeezed all of the dancing and music that could fit inside those farmhouse walls (including homemade costumes for all). Love her. Also, how in the heck did Don get pianos in there!?
Carlie, I love this so much. Like how you mentioned sagebrush, dirt, lava rock, no museums, no symphonies nearby, and still she somehow made the house feel like culture was happening right there. Also, the Don piano logistics remain one of the great unsolved miracles of our childhood. 😂 I have no idea how he got them in there, but I’m so glad he did.
Was waiting for some of the parts your mom plays in this.