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December 04, 2012


Inspired by Asaf Avidan


Have you heard of Asaf Avidan? He's an Isaraeli singer/songwriter with an amazing voice and leader of a rock band in Jerusalem. His voice ... ah man ... his voice ... it's so unique. So moving.

Asaf Avidan
This particular video is of a song titled Her Lies. It's an incredible acoustic studio version where he is joined by his rockin' cellist friend. (And you know how I feel about rockin' cellists.) I hope you take a listen. When you start playing it, fast forward it up to 1:31 because the first minute and half is an interview. Enjoy!

November 28, 2012


Inspired by Mika Ben-Yami


Have you heard of the artist Mika Ben-Yami?
I recently learned about her and am so inspired.
I especially love the lyrics and melody to this sweet song: Nothing is Wrong.
Hope you'll take a listen.

Mika Ben-Yami
don't you cry
dont be shy
stand up straight
here it comes
say goodbye
don't you cry
hold yourself
don't forget
you are strong
move along
nothing's wrong feeling alone

October 17, 2012


Inspired by Regina Spektor


I'm so inspired by Regina Spektor.
You may remember my post about her and my deep connection to her song, How, in this post.

Regina Spektor
She just released a new video of the song, which I'm in love with. I love it because she doesn't rely on flashy shortcuts to wow an audience. She uses true artistry and depth, and ideas that are thoughtfully planned out and thoroughly executed to illustrate the brilliance that is already built into the song and lyrics.

Exquisite.

September 09, 2012


Unfair Goodbyes


It usually takes me 15 seconds or less to know if I like a piece of art or music. I was explaining this to someone recently who was asking me about how to make a pitch to an editor ...

Folks have often asked me if more projects or lengthier pages to their queries might be the ticket to getting noticed. The fact is, editors know right away. At least that's been my experience. It might not even take 15 seconds. It's pretty immediate. If 100 projects or pages don't do the trick, most likely neither will the 101st project nor the 101st page.

Art either connects with me or it doesn't.

So my daughter Monica met up with her buddies recently, as they showered her with some belated birthday gifts. She has great friends. One of her friends, Louise, got her the new Regina Spektor CD, which made Monica really happy. So thanks to Louise and Monica, I started listening to it.

Regina Spektor
I liked the entire CD but there is one song in particular that I connected with very strongly and immediately ... probably in fewer than 15 seconds of hearing it. The song is How. I couldn't understand fully why I was connecting with it. It's a song that actually makes me very sad ... and as I listen to it, the melancholy of the song is so very deep that I can hardly bear it.

So I did some research on the song and learned that Regina wrote it in honor of the late Daniel Cho. Daniel was the cellist who was touring with Regina in 2010 when he tragically drowned in Lake Geneva. He was 33 years old. He was Korean American. He was a cellist.

I remember coming to America when I was 7. Lots of American kids thought it was odd that I didn't know how to swim. But the thing is, neither did most of my relatives and friends from Korea. I'm not completely sure about Koreans today but for my parents' generation and mine ... we came from a culture where we never really had the opportunity to learn. For those who did learn, it wasn't through Mommy & Me swimming lessons. It was accidentally and sometimes dangerously. This is also true of people from many other third-world nations.

I'm not sure if Daniel Cho didn't know how to swim or whether he was a good swimmer who just experienced a bad accident. But I do know that he drowned. At 33. So sad. I remember almost drowning. Scary as a child. And horrific as an adult I'm sure.

Daniel-cho
When his wife Julia learned of Daniel's death, she started this blog ... to cope, grieve, and to create memories for their daughter, Audrey. My heart goes out to them.

Learning about Daniel Cho triggered memories of Nejat Ezal, my sweet friend from high school with whom I had a deep connection. He was one year my junior and we kept in touch through letters when I went to UCI and he finished his senior year at West High. With perfect grades and a perfect score on his SATs, he had many options for college and he chose Harvey Mudd. We continued to correspond while he was at Harvey Mudd. And funny thing ... we ended up in the same room at Cal State Bakersfield as we were both taking the GREs for graduate school. He ended up at UC Santa Barbara to study Marine Biology. He loved the ocean and he loved to dive. He was one of the most brilliant, pure-hearted people I have ever known and loved. Everyone he met loved him. 

In 1994, Nejat passed away during a diving accident in his beloved ocean. He was 25. When I think of his untimely death, my heart goes out to his family and I remain in disbelief about it all ... and I miss him greatly.

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So this song that gripped me in the first 15 seconds of hearing it ... is one that was written by the talented Regina Spektor to honor her friend Daniel who she misses so much. When I ponder this back story of this deeply melancholic song, I understand why I connected so much with it ... because there are so many layers that sensically and non-sensically connect with me ... including my longstanding difficulty with unfair goodbyes.

 

How
by Regina Spektor

How can I forget your love?

How can I never see you again?
There’s a time and place
For one more sweet embrace
And is time, ooh
when it all, ooh
Went wrong
I guess you know by now
That we will meet again somehow

Oh baby
How can I begin again?
How can I try to love someone new?
Someone who isn’t you
How can our love be true?
When I’m not, ooh
I’m not over you

I guess you know by now
That we will meet again somehow

Time can come and take away the pain
But I just want my memories to remain
To hear your voice
To see your face
There’s not one moment I’d erase
You are a guest here now

So baby
How can I forget your love?
How can I never see you again?
How can I ever know why some stay and others go?
When I don’t, ooh
I don’t want you to go

I guess I know by now
That we will meet again somehow

Time can come and wash away the pain
But I just want my mind to stay the same
To hear your voice
To see your face
There’s not one moment I’d erase
You are a guest here now

So baby
How can I forget your love?
How can I never see you again?

July 26, 2012


Sheryl Crow ... 50 and Smokin' Hot


Did you know that Sheryl Crow is 50 years old? I don't know why I didn't realize that ... after all, Gerardo and I have been HUGE fans of Sheryl since way back when. It was about 25 years ago when we went to our first Sheryl Crow concert together at The Whiskey. She was just starting to explode onto the scene and her parents were in the audience cheering her on. So sweet.

Jenny Doh and Sheryl Crow and Gerardo MouetLast night, Gerardo and I had a complete and total blast watching Sheryl in concert again. And what a thrill it was to be able to meet and visit with her before the show. She was so nice. A class act all the way.

So why do I bring up Sheryl's age? Well ... because for the longest time I just assumed that she was younger than me. The way she looks, her vitality, the way she dresses, her whole package ... this shot below isn't the best one because it's a bit blurry but the way she sings, the way she tells her stories ... she is mesmerizing.

sheryl crowShe's been through a lot too. Breast cancer. Relationship challenges. Single motherhood. And now some additional health challenges which I believe she'll power through. The way she talks about all of these things ... it's so easy ... so real ... she doesn't hide or mask her stories. They are there.

sheryl crow
I'll be daring and end by posting this final photo below ...
Sheryl Crow.
50 years old and smokin' hot.

sheryl crowI posted this photo earlier today on my Instagram and it caused a bit of a stir ... causing some digs about Sheryl. Mainly about how it's easy to be this fit if you've never birthed a child and if you have money to invest in personal training.

Blah, blah, blah.

Similar digs are said about Jennifer Hudson. I've heard it. "Oh if I had money and an endorsement contract, I'd lose weight too." Um ... on the count of three, let's think of celebrities who have been given endorsement deals by Jenny Craig and such and have not come close to what Jennifer Hudson has done. Ready? One, two, three.

Ok ... more ...

On the count of three, think of a woman who hasn't given birth, and who has money but still hasn't gotten fit. Ready? One, two, three.

Now, on the count of three, think of a woman with a moderate income who has given birth but who has gotten fit. Ready? One, two, three.

The thing is, there are always examples that prove the digs right, and also examples that prove the digs downright wrong.

I remember after I had my babies in my social worker days, I spent something like 200 bucks to buy a Nordic Trak machine and worked my tail off on that machine for weeks on end to lose the pregnancy weight. It was a lot of money to spend back then for me. And I remember a colleague who said to me "Well, if I had access to a machine like that, I'd be able to lose weight too."

The gall.

It made me so mad. Because it's not that I had access to a machine that she could never have access to. She could have sacrificed things she was spending money on to buy a Nordic Trak or a treadmill or a gym membership or a flippin' jump rope for Pete's sake. It was really her discounting the discipline, hard work, the grit that it took for me to coordinate putting my newborn in an automated swing, settting my toddler up with a Barney video, while I got my soft, pudgy body onto the thing that I decided to invest in for 30 minutes every day, to lose my pregnancy weight. It was so hard.

One of the first things I have people do in my Crafting Fitness class is to identify who their fitness role model is. And people come up with all sorts of people. It's one of my favorite parts of the class because fitness role models come in differnet sizes, shapes, ages, professions, and walks of life. Role models give us hope. They inspire us. They motivate us. I've had several over the years. Some celebrities, some friends, some strangers who don't realize I am in awe of them at the gym. And the thing is, who motivates me is different from who motivates you ... as it should be.

I guess this is a long way of sayinng that in this season of my life, Sheryl has become my new fitness role model. She gives me hope that I can not only succeed in successfully fighting for fitness in my 40s, but well into my 50s and beyond. And regardless of what kinds of comforts or advantages we may assume she has, I also know she has discomforts and disadvantages that only she knows about.

But I know this. She's 50 and looks better than many 20-somethings and 30-somethings. And if she can do it, I know others can do it too.

So ... what about you? Who's your fitness role model? Who gives you hope, inspires you, motivates you, and challenges you to aim for optimum fitness in your season of life?

November 24, 2011


Jenny + Monica + Andrew = Happy Thanksgiving 2011


Dedicated to the miserable ones.

HappyWith love, Jenny, Andrew, and Monica.

July 06, 2011


Meet Carter :)


Meet Carter.
Dr. Carter Dewberry.
I go to see her regularly.
What is she a doctor of?
Carter Dewberry
View this 35-second video to find out.

Yes. Carter is my cello teacher. If you're looking for a cello teacher, and you're in southern California, she's the one. And if you want to check out what her students sound like, check out The OC Cello Choir's FREE concert coming up at The Yost theater on August 20th in Santa Ana. (Unfortunately, I will not be participating in this particular concert but look forward to being in future ones.)

Wanna hear another one from Carter? Check this one that she plays called Yen Tango. Oh and by the way ... Carter wrote it.

March 11, 2011


Everyday Extraordinary :: Before Summertime


:: Everyday Extraordinary ::

Every day, after I drop off the kids at school and my husband is off at work, and before I get wired into my computer for a full day of work, I get together with my cello. It's an extraordinary time ... to have a quiet house ... with my pups at my side, as I get to play.

Jenny Doh One of the new pieces that my cello teacher, Carter, has gotten me to start playing is Summertime by George Gershwin. I love it so. And I'm so anxious to get it ready to play for people ... hopefully on this blog ... hopefully before summertime.

crescendoh
Jenny Doh
It's a luxury to play. And to play without distraction. I don't take this blessing lightly. And as I play today, I think of the people of Japan. And I pray for healing and peace as we all hope and pray for recovery and stabilization ... before summertime.

February 26, 2011


Bow to Strings


My new cello bow arrived last week. You may remember my telling you that part of my goal for the new year was to start playing my cello more ... and since my bow has been out of commission for quite some time, Step One to realizing my goal was to get a new bow. And here she is.

Jenny Doh

I'll be putting the bow to strings plenty this weekend because I recently met a woman at an event  who teaches cello here in Santa Ana. She has a doctorate in Musical Arts. Carter is her name. Dr. Carter Dewberry. I feel so lucky because of course in the back of my mind, after Step One was Step Two of finding an instructor who could motivate me to get back into things with the cello.

Jenny Doh

My first lesson is on Monday. Time to resin up the bow.

January 23, 2011


Freight Train


Freight train freight train run so fast
Freight train freight train run so fast
Please don't tell which train I'm on
They won't know, which route I'm going

Monica & Jenny When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times here I'll crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them I've gone to sleep

When I die oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
When she comes rolling by

Jenny Doh
When I die oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all I've gone to sleep

Jenny Doh
Lyrics by Elizabeth Cotten

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