Join me along with hosts Ellen Stanley & Anthony Ihrig to dig deep into my 2009 album, Call it My Garden. We’ll play songs from the record, talk about the process of making the album, and share cocktails (or mocktails if that’s your preference!). It’s a happy hour affair. And it’s free! AND SO FUN! You’ll be able to comment and ask questions, too.
Here’s the scoop:
WHAT: Back Catalog Listening Party
WHEN: Friday, January 29th, 2021 @ 4:00 PM Central
Well hello there!!! I’m so excited about this upcoming show hosted The Folk Project…..here’s the scoop:
WHAT: The Folk Project’s Acoustic Stayaway series
WHEN: Friday, January 22nd, 2021 @ 6PM Central
Just a quick message to let you know I have a couple SXSW showcase situations as well as an upcoming Pacific Northwest tour (including as far north as Vancouver Island, BC!). This will be a family affair….shared shows with Danny. AND Maizy will be with us (we know she’s the biggest selling point of all). After the PNW, we’ll be on the opposite coast for a string of shows, and then I head out solo to the UK for two weeks. YAY! It’s a busy time. Lots of fun summertime festivals being booked. It’s shaping up to be an eventful 2020, and we’re thrilled. Please visit the tour page of my website for all show information. www.carrieelkin.com
Also, here’s the link to my latest newsletter. We’ve been working through some newsletter issues as of late. Most of the folks on our list haven’t been getting them for some reason. We think we’ve figured it, but here’s the link in the meantime: http://bit.ly/carrieelkinnewsletterFeb2020
Sending love to y’all and hope to see you real soon.
Just had a wonderful time at the International Folk Alliance in New Orleans. Seriously Amazing. Was wonderful to see so many friends, and make new friends, and play new songs, and all that good stuff.
Just wanted to let you know Danny and I will be at the Houston Folklore Society on February 8th, and then have a nice break until April when we’ll head to the Pacific Northwest for three weeks of shows in and around Seattle, Portland, Northern California, and Vancouver, BC. We’re really excited to get back to that part of the world. We love it.
My friend Rob Hanning took this photo at Folk Alliance and I think he captured a beautiful moment. Thanks, Rob!
Love y’all so much and hope to see you real soon.
So excited to be hitting the road again! I’ll be singing at Fischer Fest with Danny in November, and then heading off on my first solo-ish tour in quite some time. I’ll be in Minnesota and Iowa come December! Johnny Hermanson of Storyhill will be on the road with me sharing some of his own songs, and singing with me. I’m honored to have him along and incredibly excited! Please click the tour link of my site for all upcoming dates. Thanks so much, as always, for your continued support. I’m really looking forward to being back in action. YES!
Happy Father’s day! I wrote this post yesterday, but didn’t get the chance to post, so today’s the day!
I can’t even remember the last time I wrote. But it’s been three years today since you passed on, and while you’re always on my mind, June 16th is always one in which I like to sit with the fact that you’re no longer physically here. It’s still strange I can’t call you on the phone even though, I still, three years later, pull your number up on my phone to give you a ring and talk about my day. I went to sleep last night begging to see you in a dream, but alas, you didn’t turn up. That’s okay. You’re always with me, but I sure would have loved to see your face. I would have loved to see your eyes. Maizy has your eyes. They’re so beautiful. I miss seeing the joy in your eyes and hearing the joy in your voice. I miss the way you rocked back and forth on your feet. Your brothers did that, too. It was fun to see you all together rocking back and forth and back and forth. You all had pep in your step.
I do not miss you any less that I did the day you passed on, and I don’t feel any less grief, but my relationship with it all has changed. It changed in a way that allows me to have peaceful sleep. And while I sometimes find myself crying out of the blue, it’s not as often. I tell Maizy stories about you ALL THE TIME. You would have loved each other.
I’m not playing many shows these days, and I miss it, but raising Maizy gives a different sense of purpose to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have so much time with her. She is a pure light in the world. She is kind and she’s generous with her love. She’s also starting to talk a lot more. Some of her words include: meatball, pizza, cheese stick (I swear she eats a very healthy diet, but for some reason has chosen these words to say! HA!). Some other good ones: Bicycle, big truck, mama bird, pretty bird, dog, cat, people, baby, bahhhhhhh baby, owl baby, more baby, please mama (my favorite!), etc………She loves to say people’s names, too. AND, she loves looking at photos of her friends. She wants to stay connected to everyone at all times.
I talked with you for years about my yoga practice. Why I did it. How it made me feel. And also about going to school to become a teacher. I mean, I’m pretty sure I first mentioned this over 20 years ago. Well, I’m in the process of getting my 200 hour teaching certification now, and will begin a 300 hour, year long training, come August. This one focuses more on Yogic philosophy, meditation and pranayama. On that note, I completed a 25 hour yoga intensive just yesterday. I’ve never done anything like it, and I’m so inspired. The class was taught by Srivatsa Ramaswami. He’s nearly 80 years old. I felt humbled and honored to be a part of his world for five days. Here’s a photo of me asking him a question!
Soooooo, these days I’m taking care of Maizy (and our family) and studying Sanskrit and Yogic Philosophy. Have been writing some songs, too! Danny just finished up a new album that’s beautiful. He’s done a bang up job balancing being a papa, being creative, and getting business taken care of. I’m in awe of his ability to get so much work done.
OH, and we have a membership to the YMCA! The smell reminds me of my childhood. It reminds me of being in the pool with you. And of lifting weights with you. And jogging on that hilarious little track. I think we had to go around 54 times to run a mile! HAHA!
I guess that’s all for now. I think I’ll write more often. This feels good.
I miss you, dad. I’m thankful for the energy and vibrance you left me with. You make me want to be a kinder and more generous person. You make me want to lead a life full of goodness and grace. Thank you for trusting me with you in your final days, your final hours, and with your final breath. It remains to the be the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.
I’m so excited to be in the middle of The Penny Collector Release Tour! Please take a look at my tour page to see where we’ll be and when! We just finished up the Southeast part of the tour and are headed to the Northeast and then through the midwest. After this US stint, we’ll be in the Netherlands and the UK for a month. WOOHOO!!! Danny is opening all these shows. It’s been so special to be on the road as a family.
It’s been a while since I’ve written. Life has been busy (in a good way)! I woke up so many times throughout the night thinking of you, and realized upon waking this morning it’s September 16th. It’s been three months since we said goodbye to you. I’ve been inspired to write to you many times during the past month, and every time I think about it, it feels too difficult. But today, it feels right, so here goes…..
I received a book from a friend called “A Grief Observed” by C.S. Lewis and it is the most healing book to me. I got all teary eyed from the very beginning. He said. “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” This is so very true to me. Really. It is. That’s exactly how it feels. And I think this feeling starts to dissipate, but at the beginning, it’s unbearable. I highly recommend this book to anyone that has lost someone close to them. Thank you to my friend Carolyn for sending it to me. I believe C.S. Lewis was doing what I’m trying to do, which is to find healing in the writing. He was SO GOOD AT IT! Thank you Mister Lewis for the raw emotion you expressed so perfectly. I am inspired by you. Trying to figure out where God is in all of this is the hardest part for me. It’s difficult not to think God is such an asshole sometimes. And that sounds harsh, I know. But who hasn’t felt that way before?? Where is GOD? Why did you die, dad? UGH!
DAD! You would love it here. I always wanted to bring you on tour with us….especially over seas, but never got around to it. SO, I’ve decide not to waste such time anymore. Mom will be coming back to Europe with me for my next tour here beginning on October 19th! I keep gently reminding myself to make things happen NOW instead of making excuses of being too busy, or saying we can just do it next year, etc…..We just never know what will happen, right? For now though, Danny and I are in the Netherlands playing beautiful shows. You’ll be happy to know, when I first landed in Amsterdam, I thought to call you. You always liked when I checked in straight away. You always wanted to know I was okay. And safe. I am. We have the most kind driver named Koos. He’s getting us to our destinations safely. Next up, we fly to the UK for a couple more weeks. Then flying home on October 12th. Then flying right back here on the 19th with Sam Baker (and with Mom!). WHOAH WORLD! It’s good to back out and singing. It would make you happy, dad. OH, and we’re here celebrating the release of Danny’s new album, so I’m just singing with him (which you know I love). BUT, I had one festival performance of my own and I shared the song I wrote for you. Every time I sing that song, I can feel you with me. It makes me want to sing it all day long. I miss you and love when I feel you so close.
*YOUR CELEBRATION OF LIFE!*
WOW WOW WOW. Thank you to everyone that helped me write your celebration of life ceremony. I took pieces from all the suggestions y’all made, and it was a joyous occasion. I hope you think so, dad. I mean, how could it NOT be joyful? It was all about you. And your best friends from childhood are just the most wonderful group of guys. And, all the cousins were together in one place for the first time in probably 20 years! You were always so good at bringing people together in life. In death, you do the same. Thank you for encouraging me to have life long friendships. AND, I think all the cousins will get together next year again. We will continue to have joyous occasions in your memory, dad. On a side note, we scattered your ashes on second base of the little league field you grew up playing on and it was so great.
*ON HAVING A BABY*
Well, in three months, we lost two pregnancies and you, dad. We’re hopeful though. Found our new egg and sperm donors and are moving right along. Jeeeeesh……….what a ride this has been. Taking a break from all the hormones for another six or so weeks. Will be back to normal just in time to start on all the hormones again!!!!! I guess we have the choice to lose hope or have hope……so I’m sticking with having hope. I’m sticking with believing it will happen.
*SENSE OF PURPOSE*
I’m still working on this one. I’m excited to be home in November. Excited to be still for a little while. Excited for rest. I believe this is when the light will shine on the thing it is I’m meant to be doing right now. I know music is part of that, but I also think getting involved in helping others with grief is a part of it. I’m not sure what that will look like.
I guess it’s time to hit the road here in he Netherlands. I wish you were here with us, dad…..
It’s the one year mark today. I can’t believe it’s been a year. And I can’t believe I haven’t written in five months. I have so much to share with you. But first, let me just tell you how much I miss you. How not a day goes by that I don’t tell someone about you. How I STILL pick up the phone to call you. How much I miss your laugh. How much I miss hearing about how many reps you did at the gym. How much I miss having you as my cheerleader. I miss all of those things. Every Single Day.
And in the same breath as missing you (mainly because I don’t think I really take a breath without missing you), I think of all the things that have gone on in this past year, and I smile about so much. Just as you would have wanted.
BUT FIRST, a story about the day after you died……
The day after you died, Danny and I were sorting through some of your things and found ourselves in the basement looking through boxes of paperwork (I’m not sure why you had check registers from 1979, btw,but you did). As we moved all those boxes, we found more boxes behind them. Inside of those hidden boxes were pennies. We all knew you had a large penny collection. But really, a large penny collection can mean so many things. As it turns out, your collection was OUTRAGEOUS! You had 600,000 pennies, dad. SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND. I mean, seriously. That’s crazy. We knew those pennies couldn’t stick around any longer. They had to go to the bank. Danny and I joked this was your last word about exercise to us. “Oh, here you go, kids……time to carry 3 TONS of pennies upstairs and to the car. And then carry them again into the bank. Oh, and while you’re at it, you’ll have to unroll them all, because the bank doesn’t take rolled coins anymore.” So Danny and I (mostly Danny) carried the pennies upstairs and to the car (we took four separate trips to many banks). We didn’t realize the fact we had to unroll the pennies until we got to the bank. So we stood at the change machine and set up shop. We broke open the pennies into big containers and then dumped them into the machine. Over and over and over again. Until we broke the machine. And then we went to a different bank. Until we broke that machine. And then we ended up at a bank in Alabama. Where we broke that machine. And then back to the original bank, because they fixed their machine. And then we broke that one. It was insane. But all the while, YOU continued to connect with people. Everyone was curious about our penny collection. And so we told them about you. And they walked away with the biggest smile on their faces. And I gave little collections to kids that came in the bank. When we broke the change machine at your home bank for the last time, I gave your favorite banker one of your lucky pennies to remember you by. She loved you. And me giving her that penny will come back around to more recent days (that’s foreshadowing, which Danny says I’m not very good at). But really, the story of the penny I gave to the teller will become a story later in this letter to you. Before I get to all that, let me just say that depositing 6K in pennies is a wild journey. One of the best parts is that the change machine spit out the wheat back pennies, and those were always your favorites. And mine, too. So we’ve been able to share those wheat backs with your friends and family. I even got a tattoo of one. In your memory. Every time I pick up my guitar to play, that penny is looking right at me, and I love it. You’re with me. Always.
Okay, back to present day……We’re having a baby
We’re pregnant, dad! 26 weeks and 1 day to be exact. I want to tell you the story of all the fertility stuff in a letter one day, but it’s so long and involved, I can’t get into now. I can’t believe this kid doesn’t get to meet you. I can’t believe you don’t get to meet this kid. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around that for months now. There’s no wrapping my head around it though. You’re going to be an amazing story to this child. In the meantime, here’s a photo of all the medicine I took to have this baby. OMG.
On making a new record….
I had anxiety about the one year anniversary of your dying. I didn’t know what that day would look like. So I decided to record a new album, and we’re smack dab in the middle of the recording process today. I feel so close to you. It’s a pretty confessional record. In the vain of this blog, actually. (you inspired me to do that, by the way). I’ve never been so excited about a project. You know why? Because I have a producer that is rocking my world. And I have musicians I’m meeting for the first time that are totally getting what this project means to me, and they’re playing their asses off. And, most importantly, I have you with me. Literally. I have a little altar set up with your ashes and photos and a candle. And I have this tattoo. And the songs. It’s not a hit record, by all means. It’s beautiful though. Raw. I can’t wait to share it with you. It’s for you, dad. It’s for the rest of the world, too. Because I think the rest of the world can connect with these songs in some way. Thank you for inspiring me, dad. You’ve made me a more connected and thoughtful musician.
And isn’t it cool the way the life cycle is working? I’m here making this new thing with a baby in the belly and you’re in this jar next to my work station. The cycle of life. It really is beautiful.
And so today I’m going to record with the amazing band I’m working with. I’m probably going to laugh a lot. And cry a bunch, too.
And back to the penny I gave your favorite banker……
Once your taxes and all that fun stuff were completed, it was time to distribute the money from your bank accounts as the final thing on your “to do” list. So I wrote the checks from the account and distributed them to the family. Although it wasn’t all that much money, it was still significant. So I wrote the checks and everything was fine until I received notice of bouncing one of the checks. I was STRESSED, because I had worked so hard to do everything correctly. Lo and behold, the statement said we were one cent short in your account. ONCE CENT. ONE PENNY. I laughed so hard. So I called the bank and spoke with your favorite teller. She remembered me giving her a lucky penny and immediately deposited it into your account. And so it goes. You continue to be helpful and make people laugh.
Okay, it’s time to get to work in the studio. Dad, I love you and miss you. I can’t believe it’s been a year already. I feel you with me now more than ever. I cannot thank you enough for being the brightest shining star….
I love you.
Here’s some of the photos from your final days that still help me heal from all of this……