Friday Playlist: Mother’s Day Edition

This is three posts in a row right now with nothing but playlists. I’m disappointed by that but also glad I’m at least posting something here to keep this particular pool of ideas from being overrun by algae. I want to post a lot of things, but I just haven’t taken the time to let anything crystallize.

In addition to the playlist, though, I do want to express my excitement for tomorrow’s event, Listen to Your Mother at 7:00 at the historic Memorial Opera House in downtown Valparaiso. It is produced, directed, emceed, and overall inspired by my friend Stephanie, who I’ve known in three distinct lives. It’s true.

When people ask what this event is, the best way I know how to answer is: Awesome. When they press me for more details, I say it’s really awesome.

Then I say that it is a dozen local writers reading short (like 5 minutes or so) pieces about mothers, motherhood, momness. Each one is different, although I have enjoyed every single one immensely every time I heard them. I feel privileged to be a part of it, especially since I’m a dude who could (and maybe should) have been easily dismissed as not mommy enough. Fortunately for me, I have a truly wonderful mother who definitely does deserve to be a part of this. Since I’ll be reading something about her, I don’t feel so out of place.

The other thing that makes me feel so glad and welcomed is just how amazing the other writers in this show are (I’m not the only guy, either, for which I’m grateful; Patrick is awesome). It’s not that I feel I deserve to be in such fine company, it’s just that they’re so great and so much fun, I don’t feel the least bit guilty coming along for the ride. I’m just not going to look that gift horse in the mouth . . . whatever that means, I’m not doing it.

I’m also really excited/nervous to meet face to face with people I’ve met only on twitter. It should be fun. Or completely frightening. Either way, not boring. And of course I’m excited for my mom to hear what I wrote and remembered and embellished and genuinely feel. I hope the experience, however minor, serves as a nice Mother’s Day gift to her . . . because I really don’t want to have to shop.

Without further ado (wait, how about just a little more ado . . . okay, thank you) here’s this week’s playlist full of mom-related music.

Friday Playlist

No posts in between playlists? Adam, what’s wrong with you?

Don’t answer that. Here’s this week’s song list. I hope you enjoy. There might be some limericks later.

Friday Playlist

I’m one of those people. You know, the people who think that the music you listen to on a particular day is sometimes the only real way to answer the question, “How are you doing?” I know that’s what you were thinking.

So I figured I’d make it a habit to tell you what I was thinking each Friday by telling you my playlist for the day. Because, again, I know the question that has your heart searing a hole through your chest: How are you doing, Adam? Well, this is how I’m doing: