Anne E.'s Journal July 25 2007

ANNE E.'S JOURNAL - September 5, 2007 - Perch Season and The Tree Fort

September 5, 2007
Hello to you all.

Well, I'm in Florida this week. I enjoyed a great Friday night at A Taste For Wine, doing a few sets and enjoying the crowd's company. Thanks to all of you in the Tampa, St. Pete area for continuing to come out to shows. A gentleman from a promotions company in the St. Pete area attended my show on Friday night. I may be working with he and his company on some larger shows out here. This company puts on lots of bigger shows throughout the year and is interested in working with me. So that could mean good things. We shall see.

Tonight I return to Metro Coffee and Wine (www.metro-coffee.com) in Sarasota to gig a bit. I picked up a show in Tampa tomorrow night. I will be part of a songwriters night at Tre Amici (http://www.yborbunker.com/ ). Rocco, who attends my shows here asked if I'd be interested in participating. What do I have to do? So yes, I will be at Tre Amici tomorrow night. I've no idea who the other performers are but I'm sure I'll find out.

Well, Perch season, the real peak of it, is here and when I get home that's what I'll be doing when I'm not singing. I have to have one Perch festival before the warm season is over. So it's out to Lake Erie this month. Then the Steelhead will be headed out of the lake and back up the river. So, then I'll be standing in my hip boots in the river. Ah, what a life! The weather in Cleveland has been beautiful lately from what I'm told. I think it's going to be a stunning fall. I'm looking forward to it.

For those of you who have sent suggestions of places that might be interested in hearing the new cd, keep it coming. I follow up on many of them. The more people who hear it, the better. I wrote to Rosie O'Donnell yesterday telling her that I think she might enjoy hearing some of my material. I also wrote to those at her cruise line asking if I can submit a promotional package. I continue to submit my music to those seeking through the online company TAXI (www.taxi.com) and to seek management. This coming year you should see a trend toward bigger, less frequent shows. So the smaller gigs won't be happening like before. It's just a move I'm ready to make and looking forward to. So if you enjoy the smaller shows, check out the schedule for the rest of this year and grab one while you can.

The list of radio stations that have the CD is on the web site. So if you'd like to request a song on the radio, check the list which includes contact info. If you're interested in winning tickets to a show, visit my my space site and see how. Merchandise is available at www.anneedechant.com. so visit and order it up.

Here's a story from when I was about 11 years old....I was with my two best friends Kyle and Stan back in the woods behind my house, working on a tree fort. So much of my youth was spent constructing things in trees. It was easy back then to visit a construction site and find scraps of wood to use for a fort. So we rarely lacked for materials and so the woods behind my house always had some kind of project going above ground. I was a workaholic and would often spend all day pounding nails and painting. Sometimes I would get furious if my friends did not want to spend the entire day working and would tell them to "get out" then call them a name that my mother had no idea I knew let alone said out loud. But most of the time we all worked together quite well and were all interested in our latest hide-out.

One day, Kyle and Stan and I walked back to our latest sight. We were busy working away. I was still enjoying the perks of pre-pubescent and could work with my shirt off without any reaction from the boys. So there we were all working when we heard a harmonica playing in the distance. Then we heard a man's voice say, "Come on down. It's the weekend!" We all stopped our work and looked at one another. Stan, in his perpetual innocence, looked at me and said, "Anne, it's a happy man." I, in my perpetual suspicion said, "Stan, it could be a kidnapper!" I have no idea what Kyle did, probably just chewed his gum and spit. He spit a lot and swore a lot too. One of his favorite names for me was a thing that goes by the proper noun, Masengil. It was terribly crude but I found it hysterical. It never bothered me. Anyway we all climbed down the tree. I then began to freak out, reminded them both that I had bad knees and would need help running. It's amazing, I was tough as nails until I wanted to use the "girl card". They always let me. So we grabbed hands and ran like crazy, out of the woods and away from the "kidnapper".

Home at last, I thought about my father and his reaction when he arrived home from work and heard my story. I pictured him outraged, pacing around the house with a shovel in his hand, ready to go back into the woods with some other men from the neighborhood (surely anyone with a child would be interested in catching this man) and find him. This is what I imagined. For those of you who have met my father and spent any time talking to him, you must be wondering what the hell I was thinking. So I waited for my father to arrive home. I'd tell him the story, wait for the group to assemble and the man to be caught and thrown in jail. My dad sat quietly as I told him about our narrow escape, how I could have been taken away from he and my family. I finished the story, looked at him and waited for his reaction. He simply said, "Well he is right. It is the weekend."

Not the first in series of mellow responses from my father.

That was that.

No kidnapper was ever found in the woods behind Beck Rd.

I wish you a wonderful rest of the week and I hope to see you at a show soon.

Anne E.


	ANNE E.'S JOURNAL - September 5, 2007 - Perch Season and The Tree Fort
	September 5, 2007 Hello to you all. Well, I'm in Florida this week. I enjoyed a great Friday night at A Taste For Wine, doing a few sets and enjoying the crowd's company. Thanks to all of you in the Tampa, St. Pete area for continuing to come out to shows. A gentleman from a promotions company in the St. Pete area attended my show on Friday night. I may be working with he and his company on some larger shows out here. This company puts on lots of bigger shows throughout the year and is interested in working with me. So that could mean good things. We shall see. Tonight I return to Metro Coffee and Wine (www.metro-coffee.com) in Sarasota to gig a bit. I picked up a show in Tampa tomorrow night. I will be part of a songwriters night at Tre Amici (http://www.yborbunker.com/ ). Rocco, who attends my shows here asked if I'd be interested in participating. What do I have to do? So yes, I will be at Tre Amici tomorrow night. I've no idea who the other performers are but I'm sure I'll find out. Well, Perch season, the real peak of it, is here and when I get home that's what I'll be doing when I'm not singing. I have to have one Perch festival before the warm season is over. So it's out to Lake Erie this month. Then the Steelhead will be headed out of the lake and back up the river. So, then I'll be standing in my hip boots in the river. Ah, what a life! The weather in Cleveland has been beautiful lately from what I'm told. I think it's going to be a stunning fall. I'm looking forward to it. For those of you who have sent suggestions of places that might be interested in hearing the new cd, keep it coming. I follow up on many of them. The more people who hear it, the better. I wrote to Rosie O'Donnell yesterday telling her that I think she might enjoy hearing some of my material. I also wrote to those at her cruise line asking if I can submit a promotional package. I continue to submit my music to those seeking through the online company TAXI (www.taxi.com) and to seek management. This coming year you should see a trend toward bigger, less frequent shows. So the smaller gigs won't be happening like before. It's just a move I'm ready to make and looking forward to. So if you enjoy the smaller shows, check out the schedule for the rest of this year and grab one while you can. The list of radio stations that have the CD is on the web site. So if you'd like to request a song on the radio, check the list which includes contact info. If you're interested in winning tickets to a show, visit my my space site and see how. Merchandise is available at www.anneedechant.com. so visit and order it up. Here's a story from when I was about 11 years old....I was with my two best friends Kyle and Stan back in the woods behind my house, working on a tree fort. So much of my youth was spent constructing things in trees. It was easy back then to visit a construction site and find scraps of wood to use for a fort. So we rarely lacked for materials and so the woods behind my house always had some kind of project going above ground. I was a workaholic and would often spend all day pounding nails and painting. Sometimes I would get furious if my friends did not want to spend the entire day working and would tell them to "get out" then call them a name that my mother had no idea I knew let alone said out loud. But most of the time we all worked together quite well and were all interested in our latest hide-out. One day, Kyle and Stan and I walked back to our latest sight. We were busy working away. I was still enjoying the perks of pre-pubescent and could work with my shirt off without any reaction from the boys. So there we were all working when we heard a harmonica playing in the distance. Then we heard a man's voice say, "Come on down. It's the weekend!" We all stopped our work and looked at one another. Stan, in his perpetual innocence, looked at me and said, "Anne, it's a happy man." I, in my perpetual suspicion said, "Stan, it could be a kidnapper!" I have no idea what Kyle did, probably just chewed his gum and spit. He spit a lot and swore a lot too. One of his favorite names for me was a thing that goes by the proper noun, Masengil. It was terribly crude but I found it hysterical. It never bothered me. Anyway we all climbed down the tree. I then began to freak out, reminded them both that I had bad knees and would need help running. It's amazing, I was tough as nails until I wanted to use the "girl card". They always let me. So we grabbed hands and ran like crazy, out of the woods and away from the "kidnapper". Home at last, I thought about my father and his reaction when he arrived home from work and heard my story. I pictured him outraged, pacing around the house with a shovel in his hand, ready to go back into the woods with some other men from the neighborhood (surely anyone with a child would be interested in catching this man) and find him. This is what I imagined. For those of you who have met my father and spent any time talking to him, you must be wondering what the hell I was thinking. So I waited for my father to arrive home. I'd tell him the story, wait for the group to assemble and the man to be caught and thrown in jail. My dad sat quietly as I told him about our narrow escape, how I could have been taken away from he and my family. I finished the story, looked at him and waited for his reaction. He simply said, "Well he is right. It is the weekend." Not the first in series of mellow responses from my father. That was that. No kidnapper was ever found in the woods behind Beck Rd. I wish you a wonderful rest of the week and I hope to see you at a show soon. Anne E.