The 42nd Annual Sheffield Garden Walk was this weekend and I met up with some friends to enjoy the musical stylings of a band called “Cowboy Mouth”. The Garden Walk is apparently exactly that–a walk through a bunch of cool gardens in Lincoln Park, coupled with concerts at night. I didn’t know about the actual garden part until I got on their website tonight. I feel a little guilty–I thought it was an even exclusively about beer and loud music. I like gardens as much as the next person and would have totally checked the educational part of this festival out but I am willing to place bets that if this was the 42nd Sheffield Garden, there will be a 43rd and I can have a more well-rounded Garden Walk experience.
Anyways.
Cowboy Mouth was pretty fantastic. And funny. The drummer was placed in the middle of the stage and did a majority of the singing, which was pretty impressive considering that hitting sticks on tubs and singing at the same time can’t be easy. Usually, if I am not familiar with a band, I have a hard time getting into the concert. Cowboy Mouth made it impossible to not be engaged–within minutes, I was shouting the band’s name along with the rest of the crowd and doing my little concert dance that involves a lot of arm waving and hair tossing.
What really made me want to be a Cowboy Mouth fan was the moment in the concert when the drummer/lead singer was banging along and told the crowd to “Dig down deep inside, dig down really deep inside to that part inside you that you KNOW is bad ass”. Umm, hello? Of all the things we do to keep positive and present in our daily lives, how often do we think about and rely on that part of us that we just know is bad ass? In those dig deep moments, have I ever been like “Man oh man, Nina, you are just incredibly bad ass!”? No. It’s really conjures up that confidence piece, which is always key, right?
I have been pretty much obsessed with things/people/ideas that inspire me lately, like someone who has been walking through the desert in Vegas and need a cocktail, er, water. I’m not sure if I’m just more aware lately of all the inspiring things that happen every single day in this world of ours or if there’s something in the water at my place of employment but I have been so thirsty to soak it up. From Dance! (Leslie was in the chair next to me while I was getting a pedicure on Friday, btw) to conversations with co-workers to just seeing the movers and shakers in this community doing their thing, I have been on an inspiration high lately. Annnnd I love it.
High Five of the Day: My boy Rosco who provided me the lovely pic posted above. He’s also on the internets–http://www.xroscox.com/. It’s not porn, I swear.