" Joey,I'm now so excited,I could cut glass with my nipples. "
I feel ya S.C.L. ............................................
Here is hoping for an Omaha AND Kansas City Macca Concert Date :
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" May 8, 2010 -- Lime Wire Blog
A Mother's Day Remembrance from Rusty Anderson, Lead Guitarist for Paul McCartney
Rusty Anderson is the wildly talented lead guitarist for the Paul McCartney Band, with whom he's been touring the globe for the last several years. When he was eight, his dad gave him an electric guitar, but it was his mom who convinced him to take lessons, sealing the deal early on for a lifetime of making music. Rusty's mom passed away a few days ago, and he felt compelled to share a few words of tribute on her behalf. They begin below. Our thoughts are with you and yours, Rusty.
My mom, Virginia "Jean" Anderson, was born and raised in Redwing, Minnesota. Once a farm girl, always a farm girl. When I was about 10 I picked up a chipmunk at the pet store and named him Felix. He was an unruly pet - very hard to tame. One early winter day I checked on him in the cage and he was cold and still. I came to mom and said "Felix is dead." After examining him, she said "No I think he's in hibernation." She held him in her hand and began petting him. After 15 minutes of this nothing had changed. I said "Mom I think it's hopeless." But she kept on petting him and petting him. Another 15 minutes of eternity.still nothing. After about another half hour Felix started warming up and eventually opened his eyes. I marveled at the lesson I had just learned. Let's just say that she had endless patience.
She was a gracious and tireless patron. Whether it was driving me and my friends across town to rock concerts and picking us up (while working full time) - to making stage clothes for me (she was a pretty amazing seamstress) or driving me to pick up chemicals to make fireworks, to volunteering at the La Habra library after she retired from CalTech, she was always happy to help.
When mom and dad would start bickering she would eventually end the argument by exclaiming "woof". Dad would quietly understand at that point and the subject would change. About once every month or so, mom would have a laugh with dad but she couldn't stop. She would laugh and laugh for at least 2 or 3 minutestears began streaming out of her eyes. It was, of course, contagious and she would get everyone going but no one really knew why.
Even in the advanced stages of the disease she always found a smile, an "I love you" and a kiss. An official peacemaker and a loving soul.
My mother passed away May 5th - a week before Mother's Day. Having watched her slowly become devoured by the ravages of Alzheimer's, I guess I've been saying my goodbyes to her over the past couple of years. I don't exactly know how to feel now that she's gone but sometimes I'm not sure where she starts and I end."
-- Rusty Anderson
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