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Barbara Bailey Hutchison



Last Updated: 10/19/2009

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City: Nashville
State: Tennessee
Country: US
Signup Date: 12/18/2006

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Tuesday, November 03, 2009 

I don't know about you, but IMO facebook took the myspace ball and ran with it, leaving myspace in the dust.

I must admit, in the beginning, I signed up with facebook to keep an eye on our nieces and nephews as they flew the coop and landed in college. At first, their parents didn't join, (probably a good thing), but now even that's changed. We boomers have discovered it's a great way to keep up with each other and (in theory) it takes less time than email or a phone call. (I say in theory because sometimes I find myself caught up in a thread conversation (er, debate) when I have other things I really should be accomplishing.)

As a musician on myspace, I find it kind of a nuisance to constantly have friendship requests from other musicians who are just looking for a way to gain exposure. I don't simply befriend someone because they ask. What if their music opposes my viewpoint? I mean, what if it's misogynistic or racist? I don't want to help music like that gain exposure. It has nothing to do with censorship, I simply don't want to be associated with it. So this means I have to spend time checking out the musician who wants to be my 'friend' before I accept them. I have too many other things I prefer to do with my time these days. I don't want to spam them either. That seems unnecessary and mean spirited.

So, here I am, faced with the upkeep of BBHsings, myspace, facebook, twitter, and Linkedin. What to do, what to do...? I'll keep this space going, but if you really want to know the 'freshest' BBH news, I say check out facebook.com/BBHsings.

Ciao baby!

Currently watching:
The Tudors: Season 3
Release date: 2009-12-15
Monday, October 12, 2009 

Category: Travel and Places
Some of you (many of you!) already know we want to be the Ultimate Thailand Explorers for Chiang Mai! We're doing everything we can to show the folks at the Tourism Authority of Thailand that we're their best choice for this competition. This morning, we started a new blog at: http://ultimatethailandexplorerschiangmai.blogspot.comWe’ll use this new blog to tell you about our progress through the competition.

Please follow our new blog and share it and our video with everyone you know. If we are chosen by TAT as one of the final five teams for Chiang Mai, beginning October 19, we'll ask you to vote for us every day (through Nov 12) at: http://ultimatethailandexplorers.com. We'll need all the help we can get spreading the word so we can get the most votes. Then we will continue to use the new blog to share our amazing and wonderful adventures in The Land Of Smiles with you and the rest of the world! At which point in time the voting will begin again for the 'Ultimate Thailand Explorers'. The winner will be chosen, once again by popular vote, after the five finalist teams - one team from each of five different tourist destinations - compete in Thailand in December. (Our chosen destination is Chiang Mai.) You might be interested to know that TAT is awarding two lucky draw VOTERS some nice prizes! That's incentive for voting early and often, wouldn't you say?! You can read more about it on the website (linked above).

We can do this, but only with your help (AND the help of everyone you have ever known your entire life!)
Korb kuhn kah (gracias!) and Sawatdee Kah (adios!)
Friday, August 28, 2009 

Category: Life

Today was a pretty much a perfect day in my life. I started out in the studio with a cup of coffee and a paintbrush, working on a portrait of a friend. In the afternoon I headed into Nashville to sing on a session for my good friend, Gene Cotton. He's producing a project for Danny Nicholson, a singer songwriter from South Carolina. As I understand it, this CD will be teamed with a benefit concert that will help raise funds for the Nicaragua Project. (The same project, started by Gene, that Christo and I have participated in down in Managua.)

Gene gave me a demo of the song to listen to and asked me to sing the scratch vocal during the session. (I'll sing the final vocal on another day.) While it's not absolutely necessary, it helps the session players create their magic if they have someone actually singing the song while they record their tracks. When he gave me the CD he told me he wanted to change it from the twangy country feel of the demo to something more akin to what James Taylor might produce.

So here's what I have to practice with... a demo that's in the wrong key, with the wrong feel, AND the wrong lyrics! (The demo was sung by a man and Gene gave me a rewrite more suitable for a woman to sing.) No big deal really. I listened to it until I had a grasp of the melody, then pulled out my guitar and found a key that worked for me. (Turns out it was G.) I headed to town today feeling like I at least had a handle on the song.

On this session were some of Nashville's finest musicians, including a couple of players who've graced my CDs (Shane Keister on keyboards and Michael Joyce on bass). For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of watching professional session players in action (I mean highly skilled, superb, professional session players), the first thing they do is listen to the song, either the recorded demo or played live, and they proceed to chart it as they listen. (Side note: Years ago, Nashville players  developed their own numbers charting system. Rather than write the actual chords, they use numbers. This way they can change keys without batting an eye or picking up a pencil. It's a very cool system.)

Before they began charting, one of the players who was familiar with the demo said the song was way too long and needed some drastic changes made to it. It had too many verses and too much repetition. So we cut chopped and rearranged it to create a better (briefer!) combination of verses and choruses. The players had a discussion about the final structure, intro, solo, outro, and general feel and then we all set to work making the music. After trying a couple different tempos and approaches we settled on one that sounded good and was comfortable for me to sing. It wasn't exactly James Taylor, but more in the style of the Eagles. The groove they found worked much better for the subject of the song.

Their high quality of music interpretation, made it easy for me to find my way with the vocal in spite of the fact that I had rehearsed with a track that was in a different key, with a different feel, different lyrics AND completely different structure than the version we were recording!

I'll tell you what, it was a nice reminder for me, just what a joy it is to sing in a studio with live musicians  gathered at the same time. There's a chemistry that happens that can't be duplicated recording one track at a time using Garage Band or Pro Tools in your home studio. We feed off of each other's energy and that's when the magic happens.

Yes, it was a perfect day... A lovely sandwich of art and music beginning with coffee and a paintbrush, filled with a lovely musical interlude, and ending with a glass of Cabernet and that same paintbrush putting the finishing touches on this week's painting. Lucky me...

Life is good.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009 

Category: Life
These days, when I'm not on the road, I'm splitting the time between my music studio and my art studio. (No they are not the same space. Electronics and water don't live together happily.) It vexes me when I have to spend the day at this computer catching up on all things internet when I hear the call of my muses beckoning.

Last night I was up until 2 AM working on a painting I hope to have finished by Friday. I'm participating in "Art On The Edge" at Edgehill United Methodist Church here in Nashville this week. It's a three day celebration of creativity taking place Wednesday through Friday evenings 6 - 8 PM. My paintings are part of the exhibit, as well as some of my handmade paper jewelry. Friday evening, I'll be performing in a coffeehouse like setting at the church. I love it when my music and art occupy the same space. Like siblings, they daily vie for attention and yet are both loved equally by a parent who strives to give them the time and care they need to grow and fulfill their dreams. If you're anywhere near 1502 Edgehill Ave (corner of 15th Ave S.) Friday, come on by and see all the beautiful creations of the people of EUMC and listen to the music. There will be a silent auction and a live auction of artwork to round out the evening and wrap up the celebration. Come all three nights! The music varies each evening and you can scout out the artwork and plan your bidding strategy. (The painting I'm working on is a surprise for a friend I hope to see there Friday.)

Another thing we're celebrating is acceptance into my first juried art exhibit. The opening reception of the 11th Annual Renaissance Regional Art Exhibit was last Friday (August 21st) and the show will hang until October 24th at the Renaissance Center in Dickson, TN. The painting selected was "Eva".  I've had four solo gallery shows to date and another one scheduled (Newark, OH) for the first of the year, but this show, being my first juried exhibit is very special. It was a 12 state call (southeast region) and the artwork is interesting and diverse. My appetite is whet for the future.

My music studio is humming along too, with TWO CD projects filling my head and the hope to progress quickly so they will be available before the holidays. An ambitious outlook, but I've heard said, 'from the moment of commitment, the Universe conspires to assist."

Lately, we've been having an ongoing debate with a friend about the cup-half-full, cup-half-empty outlook on life. When we showed up at his house recently Christo was wearing his Life Is Good - Half Full T-shirt. Our friend disappeared for a little while and returned wearing a shirt (freshly painted) sporting an identical cup with the words "Half Empty (Damn It!)". Although we all agreed the message on his garb was ambiguous, the point was taken.

For now, my cup overflows...

Peace




Wednesday, June 24, 2009 

Category: Life
Okay, I've been on blog vacation for awhile. I'd like to pick it up again and I'd like to know just what you might want to read. So email me and give me an order of importance: life as a singer-songwriter-entertainer, life as a visual artist (as in painting and hand made paper), life in general, philosophy, spirituality, gardening, wild life (ha! use your imagination on the meaning of that), movies, books, whatever. Since you're reading this, you arrived here with some sort of expectations. I'm open to suggestions.

What brought me here tonight was something I saw while jogging along our country road early this evening. (The days have been so hot that I find myself running either early in the morning or early in the evening. Being a natural night owl, I'm happier running as the sun is sinking in the west.)

Anyway, as I jogged along, I saw two boys on a 4 wheeler pull out of the woods on my left. They were younger, say tweens or early teens. They pulled up next to the road and stopped. The driver hopped off allowing the boy riding in back to scoot up to the driver's seat. This fella had a pack with him. The one who had been driving had a guitar! (Can you picture this?) They both had helmets on (yea!) and were otherwise clad in the usual summer fare of shorts, T-shirts, and Nikes. The boy with the guitar jumped on back and situated himself while the driver adjusted his pack in the front and put his hands on the grips preparing to head off into the sunset.

I couldn't help but wonder where they had been and what they'd been doing. Had they ridden down the powerline to the river and hung out there for awhile, snacking on the Oreos and granola bars stashed in their pack, one of them wading in the cool water, while the other strummed the new chords his older brother had just taught him on the guitar? Were they brothers headed home again? Best friends going to one of their houses for hot dogs on the grill and a sleep over in a tent set up in the back yard?

Something about seeing those two reminded me of those endless summer days, way back when. We had three months of blissful boredom, no homework, no responsibilities. Life was good and so much of it was ahead of us.

On the other hand, when I finished my run, I downed several glasses of our cold refreshing well water. Then I poured a couple glasses of Pinot Grigio from a bottle we had 'enhanced' by infusing it with our home grown fresh peaches a day or so ago. We sat on the back deck listening to the birds sing and watching the flowers grow, as we sipped this delightfully refreshing adult beverage. We nibbled on fresh green beans Christo had picked in the garden this afternoon and basked in each other's company, discussing the day and what tomorrow might bring. There may be less of this life ahead of us, but life is good...Life is very good indeed.
Currently listening:
Driving Home
By Cheryl Wheeler
Release date: 1993-10-04
Monday, February 23, 2009 

Category: Travel and Places
I recently performed a benefit concert in Gulf Shores, on the southern coast of AL. The concert proceeds were designated to help the Baldwin County Heritage Museum in Elberta (The museum is a blogworthy place, in it's own right.) We stayed in Orange Beach and joined in the celebration as the town prepared for endless Mardi Gras parades and parties.

The sound of waves washing ashore along the silvery sand on the Gulf of Mexico brings me joy. When we first arrived, the seas were 'angry' and their continuous roar crashed and pounded it's way through our windows and walls. At night, we'd lean against the balcony railing and watch the frothy breaks, lit to iridescent white by the waning moon. During the day, the sun would sparkle like glitter flung across the deep blue, casting a brilliant reflection on the ivory sand. Painful to our squinting eyes, yet so beautiful, we couldn't look away. Some mornings, we arose before dawn to gaze at the rosy glow building on the east horizon until the blinding blaze of the sun burned up through the sea. So magnificent...

Whether it is radiantly sunny, or under threat of rain, walking the beach is one of my favorite pastimes. I honestly believe the combing is best when the weather is worst. My maternal grandmother, Dorothy, (and you wondered why I favor the Wizard of Oz), was the world's most dedicated beach comber. I wish I could walk with her now. She knew the name of every variety of shell, and her extensive collection filled each nook, cranny, closet, cupboard, cigar and shoe box of her home. When I was a child, she gave me a box she had completely covered with shells collected on the shores of Bradenton Beach. It was my little girl treasure box. Long gone now, I still think of that box and of my well loved grandmother whenever I walk the beach. I have an inkling of how she might be spending her time in the hearafter.

We left the beach in our rearview mirror to head for Danville, VA. Our experience there with The Wednesday Club was wonderful and worthy of it's own blog. Soon...
Currently watching:
Iron Jawed Angels
Release date: 2004-09-07
Monday, February 02, 2009 

Category: Music
Last week, all I really wanted to do was curl up in my favorite chair with a book and a cup of hot tea. Even knowing there were a million things to be tended to - songs to write, portraits to paint, and the 2009 Young Scholars Institute brochure has to be ready to go to print this week. There are CDs to be inventoried so we can start on our taxes, files to purge, closets to clean, and all last year's photos and video from this computer have to be archived to make room for the incoming. The list doesn't end there, but you get the idea. Plenty of work to do, but I was craving time to refill my well...

My longing to hibernate was pushed aside as Thursday we drove to the frigid north for a couple benefit concerts. I dreaded having to face more ice and snow. (Poor Kentucky looked like the Queen of Narnia had cast a spell over the land. The highway was clear, but the trees were broken and twisted and covered with ice. So beautiful and yet so utterly devastated.)

Although I'm not a 'winter person', the cause of our journey was worthy and I'm grateful for the opportunity to do something to help make life better for families in need. That's actually the name of the fund the concerts were to benefit, the F.I.N. Fund (Families In Need), is managed by the good people at Christ United in Dewitt, MI, just north of Lansing. As it turns out, needy families aren't the only ones who benefited from this trip.

We had two concerts Saturday. One in the afternoon, a children's/family show, that was well attended and alot of fun, and one in the evening, a concert for grown ups. Between the afternoon show and the evening concert, we attended a very special birthday party for 4 year old Bella. The party took over a room at Woody's Oasis (easily some of the best Lebanese food on the planet!) It was a family affair, a family in which we are honorary members. (Although our dear friend Sally is able to link us by marriage, if you go back far enough!) This beautiful family welcomed us into the fold where we joined the celebration of life, love, and Mjaddarah!

The evening concert was a delight made better by the appearance of Josh White Jr. and Cliff Gracey. Josh is my musical mentor. He's a gifted musician and entertainer who has lead an extraordinary life. (His Godmother was Eleanor Roosevelt! And yes, that is his father who was featured on a US postage stamp a few years ago.) Cliff Gracey has been a friend almost as long as Josh. He too is a remarkable musician, guitarist and singer. As a matter of fact, he wrote a song for Christo and me and sang it at our wedding (over 30 years ago!)

With Cliff's participation, Josh is recording a new CD that will be released this spring. They had been in the studio all week and decided to come up for my concert. When the three of us are in the same place, we just have to sing! Josh graciously agreed to give us a sneak preview of the CD they've been working on. (I turned the stage over to them and slipped into the back of the room, but Josh insisted I leave my wireless mic on and add my voice in harmony.) Then I joined them on stage for Cliff Richard's "It's In Every One Of Us". The audience appeared to have enjoyed listening as much as we enjoyed singing and it made for yet another 'magic moment in showbiz'. (I think I used to sing a song by that title.)

There were other memorable moments throughout the night and good times were indeed had by all (including Bella, the birthday girl!) Thanks to the generosity of the good folks in attendance, families will receive the help they need. Our time spent up there certainly gave me what I needed. My heart is full and my well refilled.

Life is good.
Currently reading:
King's Oak
By Anne Rivers Siddons
Release date: 1991-08-01
Tuesday, January 06, 2009 

Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
The first definition for resolution is "... a firm decision to do or not to do something." That seems to be the definition that best describes what New Year's resolutions are all about (except for the "firm" part). Although definition 2 also comes close: "... the action of solving a problem, dispute, or contentious matter. Assuming the problem is related to weight gain, getting in shape after holiday binging, or improving a relationship at home or on the job.

We recently stopped to say hello to a friend, let's call him George, who was in town visiting relatives. After a pleasant hour or so of socializing, we rose to leave. He walked us to the door and as we said our farwells, George announced to me, "You've gained weight, but in a good way!" As far as I'm concerned, there is no 'good way' to gain weight! I immediately began my list of resolutions. (No, tempting as it may be, ending my friendship with George was NOT added to the list!)

My resolutions usually include getting in better shape, but that one's perpetual and a given. It's the rest of the list that inspires (and torments) me as the days and months slip away. (In truth, by the end of the month, my list is long forgotten. Either the "suggestions" have become a part of my conscience and subconsciousness, or they're pushed to the possibility of a future list, or for some, the land of nevermore.

Another of my perpetual entries is the quest to produce more music, in the form of songwriting, and the recording of new CDs. (The plan formed over the holidays to create a new Christmas CD with the help of friend and pianist Dennis Borycki. If you have a holiday favorite you'd like to be included, NOW is the time to make the suggestion.)

How about this for an ambitious resolution... Our friend James Hersch ("It's Only Lonely Sometimes" AKA "The Grandmother's Song"), decided he will write 52 songs in 52 weeks. (If you'd like to join in the fun and listen to his wonderful music, here's the link to his facebook project: James Hersch 52 songs) I'm using James' commitment as a beacon for my own musical creative output.

And how about my artwork... Just before Christmas, we had to pack up all my best paintings and ship them to a gallery in Athens, TN where they will hang for the month of January. As we took them off the walls and carefully wrapped them up, I was lamenting the fact that our walls would be bare or donned with lesser paintings when my mother arrived for a holiday visit. This motivates me to paint more in the coming year. We need to have enough paintings to cover our walls AND ship out to the wonderful art centers and galleries who request an exhibit of BBH works. (When we drove Mom back to North Carolina, we took her on a mystery trip to the gallery. This is the first time she's had the opportunity to see a whole group of my paintings in one place.)

There are the usual 'want to be a better person' items on the list, ...be more generous - locally, nationally, and globally, ...listen more, ...be kinder, and more loving to my Christo, family, and friends, ...read more, ...watch less TV, spend less time on the computer... I think I'll work on that resolution starting right now.

Wishing you much joy and success with your resolutions for this new year, and for life in general...

And peace.... especially peace - locally, nationally, and globally.

Currently reading:
Isle of Palms
By Dorothea Benton Frank
Tuesday, December 02, 2008 

Category: Art and Photography

Okay, okay, I've been delinquent. But there's a blog brewing in my brain as we speak and I'll try to get it posted soon. Thanks for your patience and understanding. Hope it will be worth the wait!

And now for some shameless self promotion...I have holiday cards available again this year. New designs from my original paintings. The best part is, the proceeds help us help the children in rural Thailand. With the turmoil going on over there now, they continue to need our help with everyday necessities. You can check out the details at BBHsings.com.

Hope your holiday season is off to a grand beginning!

Currently watching:
The Visitor
Release date: 2008-10-07
Monday, October 20, 2008 

Category: Life

"God is in your pocket change, your job is giving it to strangers."

That's a line from my favorite Billy Jonas song, "God Is In". I like the song so much I included it on my "Breath By Breath" CD.

As I walked up to our post office the other day, I noticed a young woman sitting on the marble steps. She was dressed simply and carried no bag, purse, or suitcase. She looked at me, as though she was sizing me up, but didn't speak. As I walked past, a man came out the door and she immediately called to him, "Sir, sir!". He ignored her and walked on as though she didn't exist.

When I came out of that same door a few moments later, she looked at me again. She hesitated a moment, and then she said, "Do you have 50 cents you can give me?" I replied (honestly), "Not on me", and continued walking toward the van. She hesitated again, and then said, "Do you have it in your car?" To this I mumbled, "Let me check."

I knew I had 50 cents in the van, but my mind was racing along trying to decide if I would give it to her, this stranger on the street, or just be about my day. We're in our own economic struggle these days. We live a modest life, but with the price of gas, food, health insurance, and everything else going through the roof, we're worried what the future has in store for us.

But that line from Billy's song danced in my mind, pulled at my conscience, and moved me into motion. I grabbed all the change I could find, (not much, maybe a couple dollars worth), and headed back over to pour it into her hands. As I walked up to her, her face broke into a beautiful smile and she said, "Thank you so much!" To which I replied, "I wish it were more", and I meant it.

Walking back to the van, my eyes brimmed with tears... Did they spring from the joy of the gift, doing the right thing, helping a fellow human being? Or were they tears of sadness that someone so young had to beg for help on the street? I suppose in her case, there are worse alternatives, but it still fills me with grief that so many citizens of this country struggle to survive, without a home or regular meals, while others have such an overabundance. I can't reconcile the disparity in my mind or in my heart.

I've heard so much talk lately about "Robin Hood economics". As I recall the story, Robin Hood robbed from the rich and gave to the poor. Some think this is a bad thing. Personally, if I were to ask myself, "What would Jesus do?", I think He, Robin Hood, and I, would be singing Billy's song in three part harmony.

Currently reading:
The Lost Constitution
By William Martin
Release date: 2008-06-03