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for staying jolly?&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is the latest Flyin' A creation. A whole lot of glitter, and a whole lot more of what we like to call "home made hilary"! Thought it was fitting for the question at hand!&lt;/div&gt;
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So does anyone out there have tips for making it through the holidays with all the sanity we start them with? &amp;nbsp;I love my family, love my friends, but it never fails, there is always at least two or three days during the holidays I feel like my head is going to explode!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know if it the media, the inner pressure for the "ideal" experience, the old baggage that dates back to the 12 year old in me or what...but during the week before and after Christmas you will find me &amp;nbsp;in tears atleast once, frustrated atleast 3 times...and overwhelmed, well a lot of the time.&lt;/div&gt;
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I must say, it never stops me from being excited about decorating the tree, making that 3rd cup of hot cocoa, or planning that extra get together so I can see the extended family one last time...but what is it about the "holidays" that gives rise to so many emotions???&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah, don't get me wrong...I love the jolly emotions, and I sure do look more jolly at the end of the 2 week binge connected to all those nutty emotions then at the beginning of them, but I would love to get through just one holiday without the downs of it all.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know, that is probably asking too much...a "manic" holiday with out the "depressive" parts might not be realistic these days. But I am going to try to find a happy balance...focus on the highs, and hey, at least the lows provide perspective?&lt;br /&gt;
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Any advice on the holiday roller coaster is much appreciated...just make a quick comment and share how you deal with it? I know I have a lot to learn!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;FOLK, the documentary film that features the Flyin’ A’s, is almost&lt;br /&gt;ready for the edit room!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The million dollar question:&lt;br /&gt;
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As the documentary film following us&amp;nbsp;gets closer to coming to fruition, more and more people have asked about why we are letting strangers document my and Stuart's journey through this&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;life in love and music.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Is it intrusive? Do they set up scenes? Do you feel self conscious? Do they manipulate your relationships? Is it like reality tv?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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All I can say is that the experience is nothing like what I expected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The answers to the above questions are- no, no, no and no!&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay you caught me, a big YES to the self conscious thing...&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't be a girl if I didn't worry a little bit about how&lt;br /&gt;
big my butt looks on a friggin' "wide" screen!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
How is that fair??? Who came up with that idea???&lt;br /&gt;
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It is the strangest experience, and the only way I can explain it is like a recipe.&lt;br /&gt;
As we've gotten to know the crew, each of the are:&lt;br /&gt;
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one part cinematographer&lt;/div&gt;
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one part sound man&lt;/div&gt;
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one part documentarian&lt;/div&gt;
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one part friend&lt;/div&gt;
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one part marriage counselor (while they don't ever say a word, they just listen, it is weirdly therapeutic)&lt;/div&gt;
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one part roommate&lt;/div&gt;
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and one part obsessive dog lover&amp;nbsp;(you know I can't help loving other dog lovers!!!).&lt;/div&gt;
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DIRECTIONS: Mix it all together, and whaaaa-laaaa; the lines naturally blur between work, personal life, friendship, and&amp;nbsp;it all cooks up for an easy&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;look into our life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why dare risk letting someone else tell our story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(while the ups are easy, the downs are the hard part to share)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Honestly, when I left my old life for this new one in music, I made a conscious decision to challenge my self, my heart and my mind every day. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the end of it, I figure if there is something from our journey that inspires someone else out there to fight for their dreams, work through a tough spot with a loved one, or at least let them know that they are not alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;
then in my heart of hearts, I think it will all be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Where can you get involved and see this "film trailer" anyway????&lt;/div&gt;
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They’ve got one of the best editors in the documentary world lined up&lt;br /&gt;
to edit the film!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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If they can put together the funds to get the editing started, then the next step is to submit to Sundance and SXSW film festival...hard to believe it is all starting to come together!&lt;/div&gt;
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If they get the funding, this is going to be really great break for us...&lt;br /&gt;
Please give the trailer a look!&lt;br /&gt;
If you feel inspired, there is even a place to help fund the project and join the team!&lt;br /&gt;
Click below to check out how wide this bootie of mine looks "wide screen style"!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1950031841/folk-a-feature-length-documentary/backers"&gt;http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1950031841/folk-a-feature-length-documentary/backers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Am I ready for my close up?&lt;br /&gt;
Depends on what you are zooming in on!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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How old are you anyway???&lt;/div&gt;
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This is one of the top questions people seem to ask when I walk off stage and start a conversation.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, Grandma Niecy raised me to know how to be polite,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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and this was on the definite list of things NOT TO DO,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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along with asking a stranger with a big belly..."when are you due?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, that being said, I know as a performer if you have a good show, hopefully the audience will not only enjoy your music, but we will all have a moment or three where we become friends along the way. So, with that being said, I would like to think that is why people want to know?&lt;/div&gt;
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So many times in this life we get stuck on age as a way to define ourselves and those around us?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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With a world so obsessed with age, beauty and capturing youth;a world where botoxed foreheads and butt lifts are available for a few generous monthly payments, I guess it shouldn't&amp;nbsp;be any wonder people are so curious about my age.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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No, no butt lifts or botox on my resume for those who wondered.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will admit, I usually handle the question with humor, then make up an age that I think will satisfy the person asking. &amp;nbsp;I figure the more ages out there, the better!&lt;/div&gt;
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Is it my little way of avoiding the question?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sure, but it's also my way of quietly proving the point that I believe that it isn't necessarily about where we are on this time line compared to the next person that truly defines us. &amp;nbsp;I have met some of the wisest people that are only age 12 and some of the most immature people that are 70...so why do we care so much about our "born on date"?&lt;/div&gt;
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I believe that we all have a limited time given to us on this earth, and it's not about the birthdate on your drivers license...it's about today's date.&lt;/div&gt;
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I truly strive to live in the moment, and while I don't always do it well...it is something I always strive for. My big question back to those who ask is....why do you really care how old I am?&lt;/div&gt;
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There are a lot more interesting questions to ask like what is my favorite food? Who do I admire most in my life? How much do I weigh?(Niecy hated that one too) How did I meet Stuart? How did I get into this music business? What things do I care about most?&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay, enough of all that...how old am I? Well I figure if you read this far down, you deserve to know. You have put up with my pontification long&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;enough to see if I will ever brave the question...so here goes.Hilary Claire Adamson's born&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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on date is July 1, 1974. &amp;nbsp;That's right...some of you reading this are doing the math and realizing I've given you atleast 3 wrong ages...some older, some younger, maybe a few that were correct.&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for&amp;nbsp;playing my little age game? I just couldn't help it! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just think our society is so silly about age...but now you know the truth!&lt;/div&gt;
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Do with it what you will...but maybe help make up a few ages along with me too.&lt;/div&gt;
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After all, I truly believe you are only as old as you choose to be at heart!&lt;/div&gt;
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Feelin' The Love&lt;/div&gt;
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This first month home has been one of rest, reflection and reconnecting.&lt;/div&gt;
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I must say I get addicted to the road's adventure and never ending dotted lines, it really feels like our second home at this point, and one we love none the less.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinking our roots back in our community back in Austin has been pretty cool too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This morning I was lucky enough to be on the "First Timers" panel and share what I've learned with a lot of new, up and coming artists. It was a little surreal thinking about my first time sitting in the &lt;a href="http://www.swrfa.com/"&gt;SWRFA&lt;/a&gt; panels, freaking out in the back of the room, trying to soak in as much information as I could, while scared $#!^less that I might say something wrong to someone important. Much to my horror that weekend, I would accidentally steal&amp;nbsp;oreos from one of those people I was so scared of. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't eaten in 24 hours and on the way home in the car, pulled the double stuffed treats out of my backpack and quickly broke the seal and dug in.&lt;/div&gt;
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Stuart turned to me with a weird look and said...."Hey where did you get those?"&lt;/div&gt;
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"You bought them for us right?"&lt;/div&gt;
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(long awkward silence...)&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Little did I know, those stolen oreo's have become a running bond with those "scary venue people", and they are some of our closest friends!&lt;/div&gt;
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In the past 6 years I almost feel like I've become an adrenaline junky...stretching myself musically, artistically and emotionally in so many ways. Some risks have been well received, others opportunities to learn, but man, where would we be today without so many friends along the way pushing us to keep on keepin' on.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I am feeling the love, and I hope I am sharing a ton of it too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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After all...there's always enough love to go around if we are willing to spread it!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b1ml29crp1ZWB5y3X28rdYzHgzw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b1ml29crp1ZWB5y3X28rdYzHgzw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When two steppin' is done correctly you get a chance to enjoy the music, use that beautiful body God gave you and connect with a new friend. &amp;nbsp;Note, I don't mean "connect" in a weird way...if it is a true dance partner you just follow their lead, sing your heart out with some great music and two step your way to bliss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Too often honky tonks are associated with too much beer and fist fights. &amp;nbsp;I will admit whole heartedly that I have found more love, compassion and true friendship in a honky tonk then anywhere else in my days. I say that out loud in public and people act like I am crazy. The beauty of true Texas honky tonk is that if that is where you are standing, you know who your standing with. There is no need to say who you "are" and what you "believe"...it is just understood...we all love good Texas Music, a cold beveridge (be it a soda, Lone Star, ice tea or chardonnay) and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So tonight I send out a special thank you to my new friend Tommy. He is a man I met at The Broken Spoke tonight. He was close to 80 years old, he had tremors you could feel a mile away, but danced like there was no tomorrow and he told me "Girl, you got it all...I will remember this the rest of my life...".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say to that..."Tommy, thank you for taking the time to ask me to dance, and I'll remember it the rest of my life as well." Life is precious, and there is only one thing you can't get back and that is time. What a gift Tommy chose to share with me...and I'll just say it...he was a great dancer to boot! (even if his boots hurt so much he had to dance in his socks).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life is good, I feel blessed to have had the chance to meet Two Steppin' Tommy tonight. So there you go, my thoughts on religion! &amp;nbsp;IT IS ALL ABOUT LOVE AIN'T IT????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-2157774348135842122?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/EcP8FsgPt7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/2157774348135842122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=2157774348135842122&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/2157774348135842122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/2157774348135842122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/EcP8FsgPt7Y/two-steppin-is-my-religion_13.html" title="Two Steppin' Is My Religion" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-steppin-is-my-religion_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4NQHkzcCp7ImA9WhdWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-4300369747835494670</id><published>2011-09-13T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:19:51.788-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-13T21:19:51.788-07:00</app:edited><title>Two Steppin' Is My Religion</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6YNqxSCqZOPJ-avukGsDoeujoqk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6YNqxSCqZOPJ-avukGsDoeujoqk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When two steppin' is done correctly you get a chance to enjoy the music, use that beautiful body God gave you and connect with a new friend. &amp;nbsp;Note, I don't meen "connect" in a weird way...if it is a true dance partner you just follow their lead, sing along with some great music and two step your way to bliss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Too often honky tonks are associated with too much beer and fist fights. &amp;nbsp;I will admit whole heartedly that I have found more love, compassion and true friendship in a honky tonk then anywhere else in my days. I say that out loud in public and people act like I am crazy. The beauty of true Texas honky tonk is that if that is where you are standing, you know who your standing with. There is no need to say who you "are" and what you "believe"...it is just understood...we all love good Texas Music, a cold beveridge (be it a soda, Lone Star, ice tea or chardine) and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So tonight I send out a special thank you to my new friend Tommy. He is a man I met at The Broken Spoke tonight. He was close to 80 years old, he had tremors you could feel a mile away, but danced like there was no tomorrow and he told me "Girl, you got it all...I will remember this the rest of my life...".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say to that..."Tommy, thank you for taking the time to ask me to dance, and I'll remember it the rest of my life as well." Life is precious, and there is only one thing you can't get back and that is time. What a gift Tommy chose to share with me...and I'll just say it...he was a great dance to boot! (even if his boots hurt so much he had to dance in his socks).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life is good, I feel blessed to have had the chance to meet Two Steppin' Tommy tonight. So there you go, my thoughts on religion! &amp;nbsp;IT IS ALL ABOUT LOVE AIN'T IT????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-4300369747835494670?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/X2F7eXUf0tw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/4300369747835494670/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=4300369747835494670&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/4300369747835494670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/4300369747835494670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/X2F7eXUf0tw/two-steppin-is-my-religion.html" title="Two Steppin' Is My Religion" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-steppin-is-my-religion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFRHg_fip7ImA9WhdRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-298685172682064319</id><published>2011-08-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:00:15.646-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-09T14:00:15.646-07:00</app:edited><title>Frankly My Dear Watson...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qs6Fhh-fsZbxH-u6PcXJFrod9OQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qs6Fhh-fsZbxH-u6PcXJFrod9OQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5uc42roRYeU/Tj3Gyoo89II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HONf9I_dPTY/s1600/IMG_1184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5uc42roRYeU/Tj3Gyoo89II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HONf9I_dPTY/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT A TRIP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From our second chance to play Main Stage at Kerrville Folk Festival, to running through the streets of London in a rain storm, what a trip this first half of 2011 has been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best quotes from the road:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's time to grace the red velvet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Would you like a crumpet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You should look &amp;nbsp;in the mirror and start singing like a white girl." (yeah, I don't get that one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Excuse me Miss, is this your backpack? Your gonna have to come with me..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let me wire you up, we're just gonna sit and interview you for 10 minutes."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's not the size of your paddle, it's what you do with it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"See that rock? They call it poison rock;one drop and it will kill ya!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sure, tell another joke..." (don't worry, I didn't!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Highlights from the road:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. FRIENDS-&lt;/b&gt; from the mini paddle ping pong matches in the mountains of Truchas, NM and long talks in the forest of Floyd, VA to cruising in the "VAN" with our buds the &lt;a href="http://www.uclmail.net/users/allan.kelly/rosellys/Rosellys-Bio.html"&gt;Roselly's&lt;/a&gt; in the UK...and all the friends we saw and made inbetween...you all are a huge highlight of our adventures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;My new shiny &lt;a href="http://www.taylorguitars.com/Guitars/Acoustic-Electric/800/816ce/"&gt;Taylor 816CE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...it is my new best friend, and yes I kiss this guitar in public too! I know it may be dorky, but thank you Taylor for endorsing me so I can have this beautiful instrument. It's already made me a better player knowing you guys are backing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. The Royal Academy Workshop- &lt;/b&gt;I learned so much about singing it truly blew my mind. &amp;nbsp;It has helped me really start thinking about my sound and how to ensure longevity. Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.marykingvoice.co.uk/MK-teaching.htm"&gt;Mary King&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Reconnecting- &lt;/b&gt;This summer's tour really helped Stuart and I reconnect after 5 years of working to build our family and our music. Having so many new adventures together, as well as time to just enjoy each day and new city has been wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Inspiration-&lt;/b&gt; so many people had bits of inspiration and advice to share on the road. It was like as we turned each new corner there was a bit of wisdom waiting to find us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to all of the venues, festivals, friends, and fans who have spread the word and come out to make all of our shows such a blast. It is an honor to get to share our music with so many wonderful people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It truly means more to you then I can put into words!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qyh8dxYvXfU/TkGdBmObO5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/y-cCM54BgZg/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qyh8dxYvXfU/TkGdBmObO5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/y-cCM54BgZg/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note the wonderful double chin addition to my look...we definitely enjoyed ourselves playing music, and tasting the local flavors! &amp;nbsp;Now time to find those running shows again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-298685172682064319?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/At0MyrIle5A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/298685172682064319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=298685172682064319&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/298685172682064319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/298685172682064319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/At0MyrIle5A/frankly-my-dear-watson.html" title="Frankly My Dear Watson..." /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5uc42roRYeU/Tj3Gyoo89II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HONf9I_dPTY/s72-c/IMG_1184.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2011/08/frankly-my-dear-watson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICQXgzfCp7ImA9WhZUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-9024304697016918103</id><published>2011-06-07T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T07:22:40.684-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T07:22:40.684-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rose colored glasses" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Live Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="step parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="positivity" /><title>THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching CBS news lately has been NUTS! &amp;nbsp;Natural disasters, peaceful protests crushed by violence, mass murders, drug wars, floods, droughts, fires, melt downs, recessions, budget cuts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...sometimes I can't help but get the blues listening to all of the insanity going on around us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been spending a lot of time working through issues on the home front as well as taking in all this madness that seems to be unraveling around us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily the new album has been a breath of fresh air this year, and really helped us when we have needed most amongst the financial crisis and madness...thank you to everyone who has picked up a copy or downloaded a song! &amp;nbsp;But, with two step kids and a household to maintain, on top of the music, this year has stretched us both on and off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been hearing those annoying voices in my head screaming "What if...? How will you...? &amp;nbsp;Are you gonna...?" and letting my nerves unravel feeding on anxieties built on negativity, worry and all in all just plain stupidity that I've let sink into my psyche.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My good friend Irene said it best...be careful who's voice you're "giving free rent to in your head"!&lt;br /&gt;
She hit the nail on the head (pun totally intended), I've been letting the wrong things manifest in this little head of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;(True confession- I actually do have a small head...I wear a bike helmet size meant for an 8yr old, but my dad promises me that is no reflection of IQ!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So lately I find myself &amp;nbsp;fighting to keep my head in the positive reality of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Throughout my life I've been accused of seeing things through "rose colored glasses" and I'll be honest about it...often I choose to see things on the positive side. Lately the weight of the blues have been settling in, and I'm not entirely sure why. I think I have been letting my mind buy into the "stresses" of life when in reality those "stresses" I catch myself worrying on are just the "what if's" instead of the "what is"! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today I am choosing to put my rose colored shades back on, and start focusing on what is going right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The list starts with great friends, great family, great opportunities to explore and share our music, great travels ahead, and a beautiful sun that seems to shine bright every day no matter what shades I choose! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Perspective is a choice, and today I commit to choosing the sunny side of life through my favorite pair of rose colored glasses. Want to join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;SXSW is in full swing, and we’ve already made so many wonderful new friends as well as old friends in town with us. From our friends in film and internet marketing world, to fellow musicians streaming into town for the end of the week...Austin is NUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The last 4 days have flown by, and things are just gonna get crazier. I look around and see a life I’ve worked hard to build these past 7 years with Stuart, and life before all this just seems like a dream I am glad to forget. &amp;nbsp; I finally feel like my world has healed and my heart is open to new heights of love and laughter. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;With the documentary crew in the picture they’ve been asking a lot of questions about my past and the challenges I’ve faced. It’s been hard to admit out loud some of the scary moments from my first marriage. It’s funny, I catch myself thinking about it more like a movie myself, it just doesn’t seem real compared to this world full of so many wonderful people and experiences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It’s seems hokey, but I really sincerely wish those from my “other” life well in the end.&amp;nbsp; I hope they are finding the same place in their life that is peace filled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Some people consider themselves lifelong “survivors” of their experiences, and I can respect that. I must say, my take on my life is a bit different.&amp;nbsp; I think in my life, while yes, I did survive a horrific marriage and some pretty nutty experiences along the way, they are just experiences...memories can haunt me in dreams at times...but over time I’ve noticed the more positive memories I fill my mind with, the less room there seems to be for the ones I am glad to leave in the dust. Plus, a lot of great songs have come out of those less then pleasant experiences. There are a couple of songs on the new album that I was told “wouldn’t ever amount to anything....” and some of those very songs are getting play on airwaves around the world.&amp;nbsp; I must admit, it’s a sweet little taste of success that makes me smile a little wider. That kind of “revenge” sure feels good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 14.0px Palatino; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It’s the ups and downs of this crazy ride that keeps it interesting and keeps me growing. I finally feel like my life is on the right track, and sometimes I can’t believe the love that my friends in both music and life share with me every day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-8912160818413662126?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/GZYDmerg2AM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/8912160818413662126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=8912160818413662126&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/8912160818413662126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/8912160818413662126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/GZYDmerg2AM/wild-ride.html" title="WILD RIDE" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K8P5QU8oKDA/TYAR34juCAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/V7SBYFQ8xlk/s72-c/IMG_6895.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2011/03/wild-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFQnw5fCp7ImA9Wx9XFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-799074492817590032</id><published>2011-01-09T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:26:53.224-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-09T19:26:53.224-08:00</app:edited><title>HILARY HIT MUTE...IS THAT POSSIBLE????</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cdvq5X1V57pGRIm6QT_Uq2oisrk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cdvq5X1V57pGRIm6QT_Uq2oisrk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Jan. 9, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/TSp7yqTMn9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/5vpqbnFEeXk/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.16+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/TSp7yqTMn9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/5vpqbnFEeXk/s320/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.16+%25234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;A TECHNO-FREAK OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;No pictures, no beeps...no nothing...I put technology on MUTE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I took a full 4 days and purged myself of all technology from Dec. 27-30, and I&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;hate to admit it, but it TOTALY ROCKED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt; Now, in the same breath I admit one way we make it as “Indie” artists is our web presence and following. Thank you to all of you cats out there that find us, “follow” us, check out our live unedited video on youtube and then buy our music and come to shows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;This is a crazy time we live in. It seems like at all times I have at least one little apparatus with me that beeps every 23 seconds with something I need to know. I hear that I can be tracked by satellite at any given moment if I have the wrong “app” on...and God forbid I miss a new Facebook feature...I am told that all my personal laundry will be hangin’ out in a matter of seconds to the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, here is some news for you guys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;#1. I ALWAYS wear shorts under my dresses and skirts...ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;#2. I am as pale in person as online and that is by choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;#3.Really people, not everything has to get posted for the world to see...can we just have a fun moment without “Big Brother”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;#4. Okay, well if I look really “hot” in a place that is cool, and people might like me more because of that...then go ahead and post it...(yeah, shallow I know BUT ONLY IF I DON’T LOOK FAT!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;#5. Haaaa...Haaaa.....Haaaa....let’s all agree to quit taking ourselves so dag nabbit seriously and just enjoy each beautiful sun that rises, and try and add one act of kindness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;to the world within a 24 hour period!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;#6. Confused yet....MMMMEEEE TOOOO????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;#7. I think I’ll stick with #5 and just call it a day...or a year...or whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 19.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;NOTE: This post is not a reflection of any type of reflective anything and therefore no longer subject to the general or specific rules of reflectivity as noted or therefore projected by law or any other type of celestial rule or being as of date or any date to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-799074492817590032?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/fVduNPq0Dak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/799074492817590032/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=799074492817590032&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/799074492817590032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/799074492817590032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/fVduNPq0Dak/hilary-hit-muteis-that-possible.html" title="HILARY HIT MUTE...IS THAT POSSIBLE????" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/TSp7yqTMn9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/5vpqbnFEeXk/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.16+%25234.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2011/01/hilary-hit-muteis-that-possible.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAARXs-eSp7ImA9Wx5bGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-5449442747593052825</id><published>2010-11-03T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:12:24.551-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-03T14:12:24.551-07:00</app:edited><title>OFF the couch!</title><content type="html">
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Here I sit on the couch trying to get myself in gear. &amp;nbsp;Green tea- check, computer- check, ideas-check, dog in my lap with his butt on my computer- NOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;
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Talk about persistence, Conway Cole is one to never give up easily. &amp;nbsp;Something that is so frustrating, but something I have always found inspiring too. You can tell this little fuzzy bugger "no" 10 times, and he will still jump up on the couch and try to claim your lap...where the lap top is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not to long ago someone mentioned to me that I should blog about the journey Stuart and I are taking to be independent musicians and our journey as a couple more directly. I've tried to stay away from too much of the nitty gritty...but sure, I'm willing to give anything a try...here goes...&lt;br /&gt;
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So, &lt;i&gt;OFF the couch&lt;/i&gt; has more meanings today than just a command for my dog Conway Cole. I've been fighting the couch potato blues for a while now. So much to do, so little time, only so much energy...and balance? well I gave up on that a long time ago. &amp;nbsp;In the past year Stuart has quit his job teaching full time, and we are putting our energies into our music. This was a long time goal of ours, but the transition isn't one we've made without a few bumps in the road, and then there are those 3 am wrestling matches with worry...so much fun! &amp;nbsp;There are so many bases to cover, and it takes time to get the ball rolling when you make such a big change. That's what my head tells me, but my heart and soul want all the ducks to be in a row NOW!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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At a show recently someone asked if music is all &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; do. I felt a bit of pride as I shared "yes", and realized music is all I've done for my whole adult life. Sometimes teaching it, sometimes recording it, sometimes writing it and always singing it (even if at times it was just to my dog or best friends late at night). &amp;nbsp;Stuart has been the jack of many trades, always playing music along side other projects, and it is an exciting chapter for him to be in music so deep these days...but in the same breath I have to admit it is a challenge. Almost anything worth it in this world doesn't come easy, and this is no different. It is a blast to perform, a gift to share our hearts through song, and a joy to feel the audience connect...and we are working hard to put all those pieces together on and off stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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The new album is almost ready, the gigs are starting to come fast and furiously, the audiences have been receptive and enthusiastic for the new stuff, and the new material is sinking in. &amp;nbsp;Still, sometimes I feel like I am that little duck at the end of the line. I am paddling so hard underwater, while doing my best to look like I'm not breaking a sweat on the surface. &amp;nbsp;But here you go friend, I'm sweating it a lot. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I push it as hard as I can...and then hit a wall hard and here I sit on the couch trying to regain my energy and focus for the next push.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;OFF the couch&lt;/i&gt;...keep the faith, keep paddling, sweat it, paddle harder, take a rest, and then paddle some more...&lt;i&gt;OFF the couch&lt;/i&gt;...make the phone calls, create the artwork, order the t-shirts, play the show....&lt;i&gt;OFF the couch&lt;/i&gt;...go to Nashville, have the meetings, take the notes, write the song, learn the song....&lt;i&gt;OFF the couch!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So here I am, on the couch...getting ready for the next push. &amp;nbsp;Conway Cole &amp;nbsp;is defiantly nestled in (I'm gonna tell him the 10th time in a second), and I am sharing what our journey is really like. Right now, I'm getting &lt;i&gt;OFF the couch&lt;/i&gt; for the next push...I promise to write about exactly what that is...once I figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9-U35CSy8DTj7x4vGftA-eQD9I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9-U35CSy8DTj7x4vGftA-eQD9I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/TJqpU9oILwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TkOy4rmpBkE/s1600/IMG_6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/TJqpU9oILwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TkOy4rmpBkE/s320/IMG_6630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519910470901313282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOR RICHER OR POORER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The latest reports on the news say the recession is over, but I'll bet we all know more people now out of work than we did 2 years ago when this madness started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've had a close to a month home and have been catching up on all those things we left untouched while on the road.  A month to catch our breath has given us time to think through where we stand as musicians, partners, spirits as well as members of our beloved Texas family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the road we talked to so many people in transition, whether it be from a job loss or a change in geography; I can't help but think we are in the middle of major cultural shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the new album coming out as an independent release we are buckling down to make sure we can do it right.  We are eating rice and beans, riding our bikes around town whenever possible rather than in the car, and focusing more and more on time doing things instead of time spending things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I look around at the world that surrounds me I look at my generation that are now in their early and mid thirties I realize that while we are breaking the "standard of living" on the low side of the income bracket, we are coming out on the high side as far as quality of life goes if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we gear up for a new set of Texas shows, I feel an excited tingle in my stomach for what lies ahead.  There are so many friends in music we haven't seen since we've been gone, and so many new friends to make.  We all know that money can only buy you so many friends, and they are usually bought on credit...and as we are realizing here in the US that credit can only get you so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So rice and beans it is, biking in the beautiful fall breezes of Austin, and many wonderful memories are waiting for us to make with friends and family in the months ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, and that new album to release in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOR RICHER OR POORER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think in life and love we're on the rich end, even if the Flying A Productions bank account doesn't make the "Fortune 500" list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-4317177567333737760?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/FNNRn5tcuOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/4317177567333737760/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=4317177567333737760&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/4317177567333737760?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/4317177567333737760?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/FNNRn5tcuOs/for-richer-or-poorer.html" title="FOR RICHER OR POORER" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/TJqpU9oILwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TkOy4rmpBkE/s72-c/IMG_6630.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-richer-or-poorer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHQn45fSp7ImA9Wx5SFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-1655576560119140905</id><published>2010-08-11T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:28:53.025-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-11T18:28:53.025-07:00</app:edited><title>Top Ten List after 3 months on the road!</title><content type="html">
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Here are the top ten highlights of our tour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;10. Discovering McDonald's serves pretty darn good coffee on a musician's budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;9.  Realizing that the sun comes up at 4 a.m. in Minnesota this time of the year, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;being thankful there is plenty of time left to snooooooze till coffee time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;8.  The look on John Jennings face when we surprised in Minneapolis at his show with Mary Chapin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Carpenter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;6.   Meeting "Humpy" the security guard at the MCC Concert and almost getting tackled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;b/c he didn't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;John wave me over! (yep, that's his real name!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;5.  Laughing at the phrase "...I need something healthy, let's go to Taco Bell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;4.  Meeting Keith Urban and having him introduce himself to me as "Keith"...crazy.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;3.  Laughing for 20 minutes strait after hearing myself say the phrase "...I need something healthy, let's go to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Taco Bell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;2.  Hearing my husband say..."It's ten more pounds to love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1.   Having new and old friends come out to see us, and even some that loved us enough to let us stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;extra 2-4 days because you landed a last minute gig/radio show/meeting when we least expected it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(You know who you are...and we LOVE YOU!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-1655576560119140905?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/iqaOOilV_ts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/1655576560119140905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=1655576560119140905&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/1655576560119140905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/1655576560119140905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/iqaOOilV_ts/top-ten-list-after-3-months-on-road.html" title="Top Ten List after 3 months on the road!" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/TGNNZPJsjkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GRQJxLr5gBw/s72-c/Hil+and+Stuart+Line+Drawing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2010/08/top-ten-list-after-3-months-on-road.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBSHo6fSp7ImA9WxBRGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-466396900365462640</id><published>2010-01-07T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:57:39.415-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T06:57:39.415-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Flying A's the flyin' a's Grammy Association Country Music" /><title>JUMPING OFF THE HIGH DIVE OF LIFE!!!</title><content type="html">
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This was my first real project to do in Nashville, and I worked hard not to give into my nerves!  The unknown is so scary, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; once you jump off edge and feel the excitement of taking it to the next level. Work will continue over the next 2 months on the music end of the album...we hope to have it in our hands by May to start radio promotions and get ready for a Sept. official release!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 TOURS will reflect our focus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will do our usual Rocky Mountain tour, and will be heading back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt;. This year we will be adding Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Iowa and Wisconsin to the the Midwest Tour.  We also plan to do our Southern Fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pickin&lt;/span&gt;' Tour with an East Coast element added onto the end!  We will structure this tour well with radio promotions for the new album.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also will be attending several conferences within the Folk/Songwriting and Americana vain.  So far we have the International Folk Alliance Conference on the schedule, and hope to add the Americana Music Festival in Sept. on the schedule.  We realize we may be small fish in a big sea, but it's time to get our name out there and focus on broadening exposure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRAMMY ASSOCIATION is also something we plan on getting more involved in this year. Christine Albert and Chris Gage are two people who have mentored us since day one, and they were kind enough to encourage us to join as voting members 2 years ago; it has been a great opportunity. There are so many social events as well as panels and speakers that have been a great resource. We hope to get more involved and make a point to go to more of the events!  Starting with the Grammy Watching party in Houston this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I can't wait to see if the people I voted for win their categories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wouldn't it be cool to get to vote for ourselves??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey why not...you gotta dream it before you can see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that our is focus for the days ahead. Some of you may think we've gone off the deep end...and that's okay.  Life is about taking chances, and you have to be willing to take risks if you wanna stretch yourself. So are you ready to jump off the high dive with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stepping outside the comfort zone is something that isn't easy, but can have great rewards!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing you guys should know about us by now, we're not afraid to fall, cause sometimes that is the best way to learn to fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Flyin&lt;/span&gt;' A's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.TheFlyinAs.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-466396900365462640?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/G2pUlVkqTa8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/466396900365462640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=466396900365462640&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/466396900365462640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/466396900365462640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/G2pUlVkqTa8/jumping-off-high-dive-of-life.html" title="JUMPING OFF THE HIGH DIVE OF LIFE!!!" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/S0XwDe5B2YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J8YJ5RHU6aI/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-12-05+at+21.18+%233.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2010/01/jumping-off-high-dive-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHRng4eip7ImA9WxBSFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-658025057838936013</id><published>2009-12-21T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:15:37.632-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-21T08:15:37.632-08:00</app:edited><title>DAY 2-</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LfPEjplvmtzlNCmNPdfuN8Zf1Iw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LfPEjplvmtzlNCmNPdfuN8Zf1Iw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 in Nashville&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All here has been great. We have LOVED our time here, and can't believe we still have 2 days of recording left. Quad Studios is top notch, and the players have been great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a smooth start to our sophomore album and all of our hard work is paying off in the studio. We had a surprise appearance by Delbert McClinton, and he came in and played harmonica on the Joe Tex "I Want To" tune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got footage of Delbert laying down his track, and then accidentally erased it, but oh well. What is a girl to do?  I am sure it nothing to do with the fact that I was sooooo excited to be in the same studio with him, let alone having it be our project he was so willing to come play on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we head back into the studio to cut 4 more songs. We are looking at a total of 13 tunes for the new album. More to come about the song list for the album. We are waiting to make sure all goes as planned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John Jennings had some challenges getting to Nashville from VA due to an a giant blizzard, but was in great form yesterday despite a drive that was 12 hours longer than it should have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a master in the studio. He is focused, pointed with his direction and gentle all at the same time. He is focused on getting the best sound for the project, and is so smooth at getting the best sound out of us. One small comment and a track sounds 10 times better than the first take. I have been taking mental notes the whole time, and am loving learning so much. There is a reason he has the reputation he does, and his kind heart and eagle ears are rocking awesome. It's like warm butter on perfectly toasted sour doe bread, a real tasty treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out footage from DAY 2 at www.youtube.com/theflyinas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will post more tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then...honky tonk it till the cows come home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-658025057838936013?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/9B76s9qbkaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/658025057838936013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=658025057838936013&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/658025057838936013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/658025057838936013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/9B76s9qbkaw/day-2.html" title="DAY 2-" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYASX46eip7ImA9WxBSEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-1326602568084532038</id><published>2009-12-19T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:49:08.012-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-19T11:49:08.012-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZvqA-mnpbZQintiPGEp6h3N44lM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZvqA-mnpbZQintiPGEp6h3N44lM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SnRiZwTikqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qlo4xiSLwwc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SnRiZwTikqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qlo4xiSLwwc/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365021250708214434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time out in New Jersey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were flowers of every color blooming in the highway median, and the beaches were flawless.   It was beautiful, everyone was so nice, and the weather was amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have come to decide that New Jersey has been taking notes from Icelandians these past years, and that they knew what they were doing the whole time as outsiders have allowed their beautiful state to get a bad wrap. It's a great way to keep their beauty from being trampled I'll bet you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did just one private show out there, and it was a blast. The other 4 days were spent at the beach, building sand sculptures, body surfing and doing our best to stay pale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still think I am holding the title of palest of Puerto Escondido, but New Jersey had a good representation of us less pigmented...darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What were those pills Michael Jackson took? Nah, that's too much work even for me to win the palest award. I'll take my chances with the 70 spf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-192937556423570774?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/Y3br08c1G8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/192937556423570774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=192937556423570774&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/192937556423570774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/192937556423570774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/Y3br08c1G8U/jersey-shores-like-free-air.html" title="The Jersey Shore's like free air conditioning!" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SnRiZwTikqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qlo4xiSLwwc/s72-c/photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2009/08/jersey-shores-like-free-air.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAEQ3w4eSp7ImA9WxJVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-5930906950001839418</id><published>2009-06-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:28:22.231-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T12:28:22.231-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Flyin' A's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guitars" /><title>So many guitars, so little time!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-8FJBWUsQOrzmCQ-HvG-Kt3WCUg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-8FJBWUsQOrzmCQ-HvG-Kt3WCUg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SkkSHD9c84I/AAAAAAAAAFg/j4wu3cThyX0/s1600-h/0422091635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SkkSHD9c84I/AAAAAAAAAFg/j4wu3cThyX0/s400/0422091635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352829544637985666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many guitars, so little time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are back home in Austin, and this is a picture of a sculpture Stuart ran across in DC a few months ago.  Man, look at all those lonely guitars??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many guitars, so little time- As many of you know I have electrical tape covering the brand of my guitar.  It's not only for asthetic reasons...the company that made Bessie doesn't stand up to the test when it comes to backing their instruments and workmanship. So rather than bad mouth them and spread bad carma...i just refuse to advertise for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bessie my guitar is doing well after some hard work from my "guitar Jesus" Ed Reynolds, who resurrected her after being mutilated by the "company" while working hard NOT to uphold her lifetime warranty on the workmanship of her sleek lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a lot of frustration at first, some heart broken tears after seeing the horrible work done, and then sighs of relief and joy after seeing Ed save her...the final decision has been made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are designing a new headstock for her.;after a long lamented  process, I've decided to keep her, and not trade her in for a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all, we've traveled thousands of miles together, written some great music together, and sang our hearts out together for 5 great years!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will make the decision to keep Bessie official when the new head stock is designed and applied. Then no more electrical tape (my first choice was duct tape, but Stuart convinced me that was just plain mean to Bessie, she can't help who her parents are).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, in an effort to save one more tree, and hold on the the instrument I love, Bessie will have a new look in the next few months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many guitars, so little time...but when you have one that plays as sweet as Bessie, why trade her in when you can just pretty her up a bit???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Consider it a name change if you will!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-5930906950001839418?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/3XYm0C7S6Mk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/5930906950001839418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=5930906950001839418&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/5930906950001839418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/5930906950001839418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/3XYm0C7S6Mk/so-many-guitars-so-little-time-we-are.html" title="So many guitars, so little time!" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SkkSHD9c84I/AAAAAAAAAFg/j4wu3cThyX0/s72-c/0422091635.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-guitars-so-little-time-we-are.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDRXk-eip7ImA9WxJWE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-4639858106001801662</id><published>2009-06-18T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:02:54.752-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-18T15:02:54.752-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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Stuart faced his fear of heights well I must say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ROCKY MOUNTAIN TOUR 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Albuquerque rocks the house, and we find our MOUNTAIN HIGH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing first stop on our 4th annual Rocky Mountain Tour. We had a FULL OUT BLAST at Solid Grounds Coffeehouse. It was a full house, and we laughed together, cheered together, and there are some GREAT dancers in New Mexico. Thank you to all our old friends and new friends for coming out to make it a high energy show!  A special thank you goes out to Rosalie who did a great job hosting and running the sound board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we woke up at 3 a.m. and headed to Estes Park, CO. This morning we are surrounded by mountains and about to hike up into the snow. This tour is as much for the spirit and inspiration as the performance. We are writing daily, revisiting some unfinished songs, and writing new ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are performing at the Hemple Auditorium on Friday here in Estes, and I can't wait!  Back in college I worked out here and it was a much needed brake from the pressures of Music School. I would sneak into Hemple Auditorium at night and play the beautiful grand piano and write and sing my heart out at a time when writing music wasn't apart of my school year's "curriculum".  It is a surreal feeling to come back to a place where I first started finding my voice and perform some of the very songs I started on those late evenings alone in the dark on that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YMCA or the Rockies is a place I feel closest to my muse and most centered. Being surrounded by the beautiful wild life, the crisp mountain air and the majestic peaks just invigorates me.  I truly feel like my God can speak to me here! While I don't consider myself a "religious person" I do feel a spirit out here that does have the power to guide us to our best selves. This is a place that I come that I just can't help but be compelled to try and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found our ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-7431463824438793189?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/oGfgE0fcrik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/7431463824438793189/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=7431463824438793189&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/7431463824438793189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/7431463824438793189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/oGfgE0fcrik/this-picture-was-taken-from-worlds.html" title="" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SjZhVY37_cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ngZB0ghsgKo/s72-c/Albuqtram09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-picture-was-taken-from-worlds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECQXs5cSp7ImA9WxVXGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-5719255056176039642</id><published>2009-02-16T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:11:00.529-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T08:11:00.529-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Puerto Escondido" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Live Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="puerto blues fest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Flhttp://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmP2k6Mg0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/BQwPkH84rWE/s200/IMG_0557.JPGyin' A's" /><title>PUERTO ESCONDIDO Day 1!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IlXI4j08t8lrYRai5OqHHtQA0W0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IlXI4j08t8lrYRai5OqHHtQA0W0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmN5Kc3jHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vMBp3f5N2Yk/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmN5Kc3jHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vMBp3f5N2Yk/s400/IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303426049402965106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture does NOT JUSTICE to the beauty we are surrounded by!  We flew in yesterday and the flights were all smooth and trouble free.  Something I was glad for after our crazy flight from Phoenix.  A little liquid courage and a tight grip on Stuart got me through the flights easily.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we went out with our new friends Bill and Mel, and got to sit in with Claudio and David at a local night spot.  It was a night of crazy fun under the palm trees.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have shows on Wed and Sat here.  We are getting a chance to relax and making some great new friends.  This place is definitely  beautiful and full of some of the nicest people on the planet.  There is also a special drink here that is a derivative of tequila...that tastes like butta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have paced our well so far...but I can tell, we are in for a FUN WEEK!  I forget the name of the beverage, but I'll make sure and write it up tomorrow...you gotta try this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmNoNFasEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CId_FZnetlw/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-5719255056176039642?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/G87Thqjf1o0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/5719255056176039642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=5719255056176039642&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/5719255056176039642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/5719255056176039642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/G87Thqjf1o0/puerto-escondido-day-1.html" title="PUERTO ESCONDIDO Day 1!" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmN5Kc3jHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vMBp3f5N2Yk/s72-c/IMG_0556.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2009/02/puerto-escondido-day-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04HSX47fyp7ImA9WxVXF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-9084243208663803373</id><published>2009-01-16T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:58:58.007-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T07:58:58.007-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Flyin' A's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Live Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gruene Hall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Texas honky tonks" /><title>Gruene Hall ROCKED!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lB4eOYpD0K2kFrqEoAq1uWhV_0k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lB4eOYpD0K2kFrqEoAq1uWhV_0k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmMpP8h2EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YHDh6FNa3nM/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmMpP8h2EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YHDh6FNa3nM/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303424676488403010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man our last two shows at Gruene Hall has rocked.  From all of our friends through music coming out to hang with us, to all the new friends we have made there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beer is always cold there and the shows are always high energy blasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the place Stuart and I both grow up enjoying some of our favorite artists from the audience, and it is a thrill to join their ranks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-9084243208663803373?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/VySEvY_vsPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/9084243208663803373/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=9084243208663803373&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/9084243208663803373?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/9084243208663803373?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/VySEvY_vsPo/gruene-hall-rocked.html" title="Gruene Hall ROCKED!" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SZmMpP8h2EI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YHDh6FNa3nM/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2009/01/gruene-hall-rocked.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FSX85eSp7ImA9WxRaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-1124703602165832066</id><published>2008-12-17T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:08:38.121-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-17T06:08:38.121-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tlpKL5bRRZXvJsrapye9vLyb0FI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tlpKL5bRRZXvJsrapye9vLyb0FI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SUkEUug57uI/AAAAAAAAADw/kuIJstr4ESI/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SUkEUug57uI/AAAAAAAAADw/kuIJstr4ESI/s400/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280756792198557410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We all have a chance to be Santa's Elves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week Stuart and I had a chance to help lead Christmas Carols at a local orphanage.  It was a beautiful party complete with Santa and presents for every boy and girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so wonderful to share the excitement of the holiday season with these beautiful young people!  It served as a meaningful reminder that we all are connected and can make a difference in each others lives.  As we become "grown ups" we lose the mystery of Santa, one thing that is so neat is gaining the chance to work in St. Nick's spirit as a mere mortal elf of sorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of us are blessed to have those we are related to by blood, which is not without it's own importance, but we are also all related by love.  This holiday season our family has two empty places at the table.  One for my spirited Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Niecy&lt;/span&gt;, and one for Stuart's mom Bunny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adamson&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While their places are empty at the table, their places are full in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This holiday season Stuart and find ourselves pausing a lot to speak to those spirits we have lost and sharing the simple moments with them.  What a gift to make new young friends at a time when our hearts are aching for those we have lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Niecy&lt;/span&gt; has found the Martini Bar up there in heaven, and is getting the perfect amount of "dirty"!  Bunny is surely making a quilt of love up above and sending down her hugs and kisses too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess for now, our focus is to find those places we can spend that love that was so freely given to us by those we miss so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;, and don't be afraid to spread the love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-1124703602165832066?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/UrJfAVvM43g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/1124703602165832066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=1124703602165832066&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/1124703602165832066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/1124703602165832066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/UrJfAVvM43g/we-all-have-chance-to-be-santas-elves.html" title="" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SUkEUug57uI/AAAAAAAAADw/kuIJstr4ESI/s72-c/IMG_1499.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-all-have-chance-to-be-santas-elves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFR3cyfCp7ImA9WxRbEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1399327249376818928.post-2225866738578450404</id><published>2008-12-01T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:36:56.994-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-01T06:36:56.994-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sLNGzUIYNI5BInWdoSECHKBvccc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sLNGzUIYNI5BInWdoSECHKBvccc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SMmntaja7eI/AAAAAAAAADc/g_uYd_gNR2w/s1600-h/Picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SMmntaja7eI/AAAAAAAAADc/g_uYd_gNR2w/s320/Picture.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244907639713492450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;South West Regional Folk Alliance 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE HAVE OFFICIAL SHOWCASE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't be MORE THRILLED!  Stuart and I got our start touring the state of Texas through several of the friends we met through South West Regional Folk Alliance just a few short years ago.  These past two years, we had gotten so busy that we have only been able to pop in and out.  This year, with our focus on writing and reconnecting with our roots, we had set aside time to attend one of our favorite conferences...and we are thrilled to be among those selected for the Official Showcase line up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have grown soooo much since those first days finding our sound and learning the ropes of this madness they call "the music business"...but it is "our madness" now for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm mad about the music business (in a good way)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Where else can you sit under an oak tree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sip on a cool beverage and sing your heart out to old friends while making a whole slew of new friends?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man I love our job!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you to all of our friends along the way who have supported us, held us up when we were down, and gave us strength to push forward when we needed it most.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1399327249376818928-4439292889559190851?l=theflyinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~4/uiHLoNf-hNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/feeds/4439292889559190851/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1399327249376818928&amp;postID=4439292889559190851&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/4439292889559190851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1399327249376818928/posts/default/4439292889559190851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BzaYF/~3/uiHLoNf-hNk/south-west-folk-alliance-here-we-come.html" title="South West Folk Alliance, here we come!!!!" /><author><name>Hilary Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12581811528043854050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/R9lBS-tTGLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o2Hc5RcD5nY/S220/IMG_8387.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1ooOfpAduI/SMmntaja7eI/AAAAAAAAADc/g_uYd_gNR2w/s72-c/Picture.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theflyinas.blogspot.com/2008/09/south-west-folk-alliance-here-we-come.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

