and miles to go before i play rockwood (12/22!)
in which the onset of cold weather makes our heroine sentimental, and you are invited to a winter solstice celebration (yes, already)
Hey Hartlist,
I know, what reasonable person brings up the Winter Anything before the Thanksgiving turkey is even served???
A person with a problem. No, let’s say a ‘gentle fixation’. Anyway, tickets are here.
Plus, as I said when trying to schedule rehearsals, I know it seems like it’s far away but it isn’t. As they once said in Westeros -before we all collectively decided to never mention this show again - Winter is coming.
Oh hey also, Sunday, November 28 is the next monthly installment of The Chrysalis, live on YouTube ( and “Meta’ UGH) at 4PM EDT.
Quick acknowledgement of Thanksgiving: my family has a spreadsheet this year, I’m making these epic green beans and a cranberry-orange chutney that I continue to believe others will eat despite devotion to The Can. (YOU CAN HAVE BOTH.)
But, hey, I get it. I am the Queen of Tradition and Nostalgia, otherwise I would have stopped watching ‘Love Actually’ roughly seven Decembers ago. I think I’m one of TWO people who still eats the Tangerine Jell-O Mold With White Mystery Filling. And I love canned cranberry sauce.
And this is either because of or the cause of (yes) my aforementioned ‘problem’/fixation on … winter itself.
I am outing myself here as a Winter Enthusiast. I want to be clear that I don’t snowboard and have never been on a ski (or, there’s two, right?) in my life, so, not like that. (Yet. Winter hiking anyone?) And Fall is my favorite season but it must be acknowledged that is PARTLY because of the chill and the coming dark … within which we create brightness, warmth, and, you know, hygge. My jam. (I also like jam.) Every year, as soon as I need a scarf, my wheels start turning. And this is that week.
I bought a bottle of this port and am consuming it at a rate of roughly four tablespoons per evening like a vaguely consumptive Dickens character. This morning I was seized with the desire to not just hear, but play - as in on the piano - this song by Loreena Mckennit, whose gorgeous quavery voice and harp-soaked production I oscillate between mocking and worshipping every year… and I PRINTED OUT the sheet music. (I blame my father for all the Windham Hill Seasonal Recordings when we were growing up). And yes, the random bouts of reciting Robert Frost in the kitchen have begun.
My point is, I am very cool. But also - this is not my personality ALL the time. This is the effect that winter has on me. And it has benefits for YOU. Like, the likelihood of cookies being involved in the solstice show. And the fact that there is a solstice show at all. So anyone who’s in town all through the season and wants a break from any madness can come hang with Rebecca Hart & Friends for songs and jokes and stories and don’t worry, I’m not doing the Loreena song.
I make no promises about Robert Frost.
Ok! Time to get a grip - we’re still in November. (Make the green beans).
love
Rebecca