Monday, April 14, 2014

Redding: We're #1 ....Sorta

Okay: We're number 187. Whatever.

I was a little irked at the report in USA Today and elsewhere on the Gallup-Healthways survey that ranked Redding 187th out of 189 U.S. cities with regard to "well being." We're one notch below Spartanburg, South Carolina, and just below us, at the bottom of the list, are a couple West Virginia communities. Sigh.

For me, the best antidote to irked-ness is songwriting. Turning lemons into lemonade with this new tune, wherein we answer the negative press with a laundry list of Redding's virtues.  

Scroll down to listen on Youtube.

We're Number 1 (87)
words and music by Erin Friedman

Numbers crunched and calculated
U.S. cities ranked and rated
Enumerated proof we can’t ignore
In Anchorage they exercise
In Lafayette they’re satisfied
In Redding we are mystified
By our abysmal score

We’re Number One-eighty-seven
We score no points for rivers, bridges and sunshine
We’re number one-eighty-seven
But watch out Spartanburg
Redding’s ready to climb

We cast flies on the Sacramento
Our theater’s restored art-deco
We love Shasta’s glow when the sun is setting
Provo’s tops in USA Today
But I can buy local Chardonnay
Even on the Sabbath Day
At Safeway in Redding

We’re Number One-eighty-seven
We score no points for rivers, bridges and sunshine
We’re number one-eighty-seven
But watch out Spartanburg
Redding’s ready to climb

Our Sundial Bridge is world-renowned
Hike the falls at Whiskeytown
Our 80 miles of trails are right for rambling
See salmon rise on 44
Smile, Redding, head outdoors
Our collective self-esteem will soar
Like an eagle on the wing

We’re Number One eighty-seven
We're looking down on almost heaven, West Virginia
We’re number one-eighty-seven
Redding will rise
And Gallup, we’ll forgive ya

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Redding's got FLASH!

USA Today can say what they want about the well-being of folks here in Redding, but these energetic kids are doing their part to ramp-up the happiness quotient right here in River City.

Flash Crew rehearses tirelessly and performs any time they get a chance - you may have seen them at the Mount Shasta Mall, at Market Street Faire,  at the Sundial Bridge....or sleeping on my living room couches.

Flash Crew is Joe Friedman, Brady Olsen, Nolan Meeks, Hunterrose Emmons, Tony Meredith and Tristan Gifford. Talented videographer Brandon Burgess of Sacramento's  IAMMOMENT  Productions has produced a several videos starring starring the Flash Crew. 

The latest is TIMELESS - watch the video and watch for the Flash Crew to make a big splash in the dance world and make Redding proud.

Like them on: Facebook
Follow them on: Twitter

Flash Crew's Timeless:

Flash Crew's Saviors of the Universe:

Behind the scene at Saviors of the Universe:

Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Turf o' Tullamore

According to family legend, my great-great grandfather, George Convy, brought a piece of sod from the homeland when he emigrated from Ireland in 1866. Now and then, when he was feeling particularly homesick, he would take it out and have a good cry.

The Irish, who fled their country by the thousands, did not have a word for "emigrate" -- instead, they used the word for "exile," which struck me as sad and poignant. 

In this song, The Turf o' Tullamore, I pay tribute to my Irish ancestors, who came from Tullamore, Ireland, to make a new life in St Louis, MO, -- and who occasionally grieved for their homeland.

In celebration of Saint Patrick's Day, the song is available as a free download on our website - hop on over and help yourself. 

Click here: Still Married website.

The Turf o' Tullamore
words and music © Erin Coombs Friedman

Into the West – land of the free
In freedom will I e’er a stranger be
So up the stairs I climb
Open up the trunk and find
The piece of home I carried ‘cross the sea


Weeping o’er The Turf o’ Tullamore
Exiles both – the Irish sod and I
The Turf o’ Tullamore
Will know my bones forevermore
Sweeten my grave when I
Lay down to die

For my sons, I made a pledge
They’ll not beg the Crown for daily bread
There’s days I understand
The promise in this promised land
And days I fill my glass with my regrets


When I take my final rest
Lay the Turf o’ Tullamore upon my breast
And it’s sweet - the dream I’ll dream
Home to Erin’s fields of green
By the Shannon’s holy waters, I’ll be blessed