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DECEMBER 2001 ARCHIVE:
After the Non-Tour Party and Mushroom Risotto




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Postcards from Stately Bangle Manor

We’re on our way!!!  It’s true.  Believe us this time…

We have a fabulous studio in a beautiful house and we’re having a splendid time…Debbi’s been working hard, playing great—solid and Ringo-like—and we’ve tracked most of the drums…Michael’s up next…and then guitars.  Check out Debbi's & Michael's pages for pics and more on the making of a new Bangles CD!!!!

The After-the-Non-Tour Party

The last performance we gave before moving into Stately Bangle Manor was in Atlantic City, NJ for the winners of AOL’s My Town  Contest.  (Some of you were there…)

After the show we let loose a bit, like we would at the end of a long tour.  (Why is it that a quick trip to New Jersey can feel like months on the road?) 

i snapped some shots backstage and thought it’d be a good opportunity to introduce some of our road crew to you…

  

Here we are with Greg “Harpo” Hilfman, our fabulous keyboard player and spiritual advisor.  Also known as “the Bangle with a dangle”.  (i do not take responsibility for that one).
Harpo’s been an auxiliary Bangle for years and is still speaking to us!
This is Dave Levine, Soundman Extraordinaire.  No matter what we’re doing, he makes us sound good…
Ah, our lovely Tour Mistress, Maria Corvalan.  Here she is, wondering what she’s gotten herself into…
This is John Calacci, aka “Mr. July”.  Don’t ask.  He guards our personal space and makes sure that Debbi’s drums are set up just right.
“Oh yeah?  
  Lemme see yer backstage pass.”
Mutual Admiration Society

Mutual Admiration Society II
The Bangles rhythm section calmly discuss a few rough moments in the night’s performance…

Me ‘n’ a coupla Dreams…

     

FOOD!

Here’s a good, quick meal for hectic and chilly December days.  It’s almost cheating to call it a risotto, since it doesn’t require constant stirring and attention, but if you use arborio rice (a Spanish style rice available in most larger or specialty grocery stores), you’ll get a creamy approximation…

QUICK MUSHROOM RISOTTO

- 2 TBSP butter
- 1 small onion, finely chopped (about ¼ cup)
- 8 ounces sliced fresh crimini mushrooms
- 1 cup Arborio rice
- 2 cups mushroom or vegetable broth
- ½ cup finely grated parmesan cheese, as fresh as possible

Melt butter in a 10-inch skillet.  Add onions and mushrooms, and cook over medium-high heat until onions are soft, about tow minutes, stirring occasionally. 

Add rice and stir to coat with butter in pan.  Stir in broth and bring to a simmer.  Cover skillet, reduce heat to very low, and cook until rice is almost tender and liquid absorbed, 20 to 25 minutes.  Stir in parmesan.  Remove from heat and let stand, covered, for five minutes before serving.
 
     
 

 

Bon Voyage, George

i knew he’d been sick.  i knew he’d been battling cancer, a fight so often unfairly lost.  i even knew that Paul and Ringo had been to see him, presumably to say goodbye.  But i was not ready to let another Beatle go.  And so, when i heard early Friday morning of the death of George Harrison, i did not immediately react.  i listened to the radio and heard the tributes and the recorded quotes from Paul McCartney and Ravi Shankar…but then they played a tape of George, just George and his guitar.  i had to pull the car over.

He taught us that simple is best.  He taught us to look outside of ourselves and our garden walls for answers.  He proved that music has the power to motivate and heal by organizing the first all-star benefit rock concert.

He taught me (and scores of others) how to play guitar.  i think of him nearly every time i pick up my Gretsch Tennessee Rose (a re-issue of the Tennessee Gretsch he played for years).  He worked hard to write songs that could compete with his bandmates’ and he succeeded gloriously.  He gave us some of the most beautiful songs of the last century and he was all too often overlooked and underrated.  And i don’t think that, really, he cared about that.

That is probably the biggest lesson of all.
Safe travels, Mr. Harrison.  You will be sorely missed here.

 

     

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ramblings every month...until then...

                                                       Love,
                                                       Vicki