Every so often I do an update here about what the girls and their fellow musicians are up to. It looks like 2019 will be another busy year, but we’re hoping for a little more space in between gigs than we had in 2018. Rebecca learned that four gigs in the span of a week makes for one tired musician. If you work as a musician, you know how it is. You’ll have gigs on the book for a certain week, and a too-great-to-decline offer comes up. So you put it on the calendar. That happened quite a few times
Over the weekend, Rebecca performed solo at Amelia Island Coffee, a shop smack in the middle of the central district on the island. A group of us decided to head that way to spend the afternoon and maybe get in a little early Christmas shopping. Amelia Island has always been one of my favorite places in Florida. The town is friendly, picturesque, and very accommodating to visitors. While she was setting up equipment and everyone in our party was getting settled, I strolled Centre Street. There’s something there for everyone. As I shopped, I encountered people from all over the
Rebecca Day, founder of The Crazy Daysies, tied the knot in a ceremony in Jacksonville, Florida on November 10, 2018. It’s impossible to ignore her husband Joshua’s last name, Knight. How entertaining is it that we have a couple named Knight and Day? We had her wedding here at home with a little more than 50 very close friends and family members. Pulling off an at-home wedding isn’t a piece of cake, but in the long run, every effort was worth it.
Posting new content has been impossible this week, and I’ll likely not be able to post again until next week. I’m taking a brief vacation for a very good reason. Our daughter is getting married. At our house. The wedding is small—around 50 guests or so. As mom of the bride, I am focused right now on things like decorating, the ceremony, feeding our guests, and trying to figure out who drinks what beer or wine.
Did you know that October 13 is the 243rd birthday of the US Navy? I didn’t. I learned about it after Rebecca agreed to perform music for one night of the celebrations at the Naval Submarine Base in Kings Bay, Georgia. As the October 11 date approached, south Georgia dealt with Hurricane Michael and for this time of year, intense heat. Despite those obstacles and others commonly associated with big events at a military facility, the Navy’s birthday kicked off smoothly.
Every performer deals with it at some point. Things are bopping right along, going great, and then it hits. Someone gifts you with something you definitely don’t want—a virus. But you keep going because you have to. You may think to yourself it’s just a bug, and after a few days you’ll toss it off because you’re young and healthy. Then comes the point when you realize, yes, the show must go on, but sometimes, you just can’t.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a performer or a music enthusiast, if you’ve taken in live music performances, you will always witness special requests. While it’s true most of my experience is in Americana or country venues, the requests cover all genres. “Time after Time” is a perfect example.
By Rebecca Day During a series of lectures on her style of fiction writing, Ayn Rand concluded, “Every writer is a moral philosopher.” I discovered this passage as part of that lecture series only recently in a book published posthumously, The Art of Fiction, a Guide for Writers and Readers. If I’d read it a decade ago, my life might have taken a very different path.
What does a band do when there’s a rare Friday night off? Find a way to make music, of course. This Friday, August 17, at 7:30 PM, the Crazy Daysies will go live on Facebook to help raise money for the American Cancer Society. David Thompson, husband of Jennifer, is heading up the fundraiser for his firm. David is an associate at Coker Law. This event on Facebook may yield some surprises.
Sometimes life is stranger than art. An experience with a new song Rebecca wrote this week caused me to stop and reflect for a moment. It has to do with Celts, sirens, and whatever might be lurking in our DNA. Is there passive consciousness of heritage?