For me it was peas.
Ick, yuk, blech, gag...the list goes on.
They would sit on my plate and stare at me,
until they were cold, slightly shriveled,
beyond edible...except that my Mom would still make me eat them.
It's funny how time changes our tastes,
because somewhere over the years, I learned to love them,
enjoy them...they became one of my favorite vegetables.
Like a lot of things in life, exposure is vital to learning to appreciate
different things; smells, tastes, sounds.
Our minds expand through new experiences.
In this generation of things fast and loud,
moments of slow, quiet and simple, seem fewer and farther between.
Music is one way of transporting yourself.
One of my favorite artists is Cheryl Wheeler,
I've listened to her for over twenty years.
She's a very gifted songwriter with a beautiful voice.
My kids have been exposed to her many times over the years,
driving in the car, on the stereo at home, but they had
never had the chance to see her in person.
When I heard she was coming to McCabe's in Santa Monica,
I knew it was time for a little sensory exposure.
McCabe's is a piece of Southern California history.
They've been around since the 1950's and just walking
in the door you step back in time.
It's like an old fashioned candy store...but for guitar and music lovers.
Our 14 year old son plays guitar so he was quite
literally a kid in a candy store.
Old wooden drawers of picks and guitar goodies to browse through,
shelves upon shelves of music books and the walls
are literally covered in instruments up to the ceiling for you to ponder.
McCabes smells important...
even if you don't play an instrument you can sense the history.
Concerts are in their back room with metal folding chairs,
exposed brick walls, open beam ceilings, and guitars stacked all around.
Intermission snacks consist of homemade
chocolate chip cookies and hot tea.
It's an intimate concert experience, much more meaningful than being
one of faceless thousands in some sterile arena.
As I sat there watching my boys sing along to more songs
than I realized they knew, clap and laugh, and eat their cookies;
I became aware that I've been feeding them "peas"
longer than I realized and something funny had happened.
They were enjoying their vegetables.
A ticket stub pinned to their bulletin board.
A Cheryl song on their ipod.
They like peas.
If you'd like to listen to Cheryl Wheeler here's
one of many songs on YouTube.