I don’t know if there are “stages” that one must plow through – similar to those of grief, or potty training – before a blogger gets comfortable with their “voice.”  I suspect that may be the case, because I’m all over the place lately.  I’m circling like a cat trying to get comfortable in a basket that’s plenty big enough, but very oddly shaped.  (And it doesn’t have a nice fluffy liner yet, either.)

I love music – that’s not a revelation.  But, as admitted on the DJ page (or somewhere around here), that moniker was taken with tongue placed very firmly in cheek, and under the influence of Single Malt Scotch – I’m no more Music Savvy than the next Mom…I just didn’t want to see my unique tastes and personality become engulfed in “Kid Stuff”.  And, I wanted buddies to hang out with while I fought for myself in a sea of Raffi and Laurie Berkner.  But – there are other facets to my personality, too.  And not all of them need a soundtrack.

As you know, I have other blogs:

Chasing Liam is mainly for family and close friends, and is where all the “Mommy Sap” runs freely from me.  I love that kid so much it hurts, think he’s the best thing since sliced bread and twisted pretzels.  (Y’know – like every one of us feel about our kids.  Nothing new or noteworthy there.)

Vacuity is the place where I’d hoped the seeds of my randomness could take hold – no rules, no theme, no nothing.  (Get it?  Vacuity.  Gah, I crack myself up!) But I find myself not posting there much because I feel like I’m neglecting the other two.

And of course…there’s Music Savvy Mom.  Being the ex-analyst that I am, I came up with a formula for this one.  And, it worked!  I had GREAT growth in the first six months – it really floored me.  I was all psyched and set to make this my “brand”.  I tweeted, I Facebooked.  I was lucky enough to get some kick ass bloggers and buddies to send in great shuffles – and STILL do.  But, inexplicably…I found myself not wanting to post them after a while.  Why, you ask?

Because I got lost in the shuffle.

My formula worked SO well that once again there was less and less of “me”.  I’d introduce a great blogger, then make the playlist and copy & paste their song notes. While I’ve made some GREAT friends that way – it honestly didn’t take much creativity on my part.  And, as my darling husband pointed out once, it didn’t provide me much of a chance to WRITE.  And, I can write.  I’ve never let you see any of it…but I can.  And I want to.

I’ve never really done anything with Music Savvy Mom as a “brand” per se.  I’ve never monetized this blog.  Haven’t made a penny from it directly.  What seems to have happened is that a little community has been built, with regulars popping by to share their love of music.  That’s AWESOME – that’s exactly what I wanted!  But, it can’t grow with only one person making playlists and picking music.  That’s what was so magical about the Guest DJ Shuffle; other genres were represented.  More of that is needed.

So, I’ve asked a handful of bloggy buddies to become “Regular Contributors”.  We were going to start an entirely new site, but I think I’m ready to “share my baby”  instead.  I’ll still be here, of course, and I’ll always be “THE OG” Music Savvy Mom, yo.  But, you’ll have rotating posts from some wonderful writers with different styles and a broad range of musical tastes.  You’ll also have Guest DJ Shuffles again, so we can all keep discovering new blogs and new music.

Bottom line:  I had an awesome idea, but it’s too big for one person to pull off successfully.  MUSIC is too big for that.

Now,  we have a great core group of folks contributing, and you’ll meet them soon.  I’d also like to hear from any other “regulars” who’d like to pitch in with the random post or playlist – there’s PLENTY of room to share.  (And you don’t have to be a Mom.  Or a female, for that matter.  Human would be nice, but not required.) Just email me: ri (at) musicsavvymom (dot) com .  The more the merrier!

And finally…I hope that when I find that perfect, comfy basket for myself – whether it’s at Vacuity or a brand new blog – that you’ll come hang with me there, too.   I’d love ideas for new blog names – lay them on me!  (Because seriously – www.riolaughlin.com is not so easy to spell.)

Stand by for some reworking and construction around here to make room for the new staff, and enjoy this little bit of “Random Ri” today.  These two songs juxstaposed together just crack me up.

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“…December 7, 1941.  A date which will live in infamy…the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by Naval and Air Forces of the Empire of Japan.”

~President Franklin Delano Roosevelt at the United States Capitol, Washington, D.C., on December 8, 1941, in response to the Attack on Pearl Harbor.

Today is Pearl Harbor Day; commemoration of an event which marked a watershed moment in the history of the United States.  I won’t belabor the details of the attack in this post – learned historians have done that much more eloquently and details are readily accessible all over the web.  Besides…I would hope that educators in schools the world over have done their jobs and made you, my dear readers, aware of it’s importance.

Instead I’ll step out of my usual snarky persona for today and tell you a story.

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Once upon a time, a long, long time ago – way back in 1988…a young woman was wed.  Twenty-one and feisty, she was certain she knew exactly what she wanted in life.  After a whirlwind six months’ courtship, she got it – a Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Naval Officer, who was being transferred from her hometown in Virginia to a Nuclear Fast-Attack Submarine homeported in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.  Naturally, he just HAD to take her with him; hence the rush on the wedding.  (Because y’know…there’s a paucity of patience when you’re twenty-one.)

Now, this story is NOT about the woman and the Naval Officer.  (But I’ll give you the Cliff Notes, because I hate to leave you hanging, and I know you’re nosy.  After twelve years of marriage and five more duty stations, they divorced.  The woman then met the ACTUAL man of her dreams, they married, have a wonderfully precocious three year old son and are insanely happy.  Oh…and she blogs about Music…;) )

No, this story is about the woman’s love affair with that first Duty Station, and what she learned in the two years she lived there.

Fast-Attack submarines are gone ALOT.  This left the woman alone alot.  Luckily, the woman had grown up a Navy Brat, so she had very little trouble assimilating to her new life – she knew the basics.   So all that alone time was spent immersing herself in the local culture and history.

• She drove ALL OVER the island of Oahu.
• She stopped in little out of the way shops and chatted with local store owners.
• She got a temporary job at the Hawaiian Sugar Planter’s Association and was “adopted” by some of the workers there as an honorary kama’aina {noun-intransitive verb} Native-born, one born in a place, host; acquainted, familiar. [Commonly referred to a long-time resident of Hawai’i, as distinguished from a visitor.)
• She learned passable Pidgin.
• She developed a love of Ahi Sashimi and Maunapua, and still maintains that New Kapahulu Chop Suey has the world’s best Chinese Food.

And she learned about that day in 1941 in a whole new way that books in a classroom could never have taught her.

• She frequently had lunch at the Yacht Club on Ford Island, who’s water view is anchored by the Arizona Memorial.
• Many Happy Hours were spent at the Pearl Harbor Officer’s Club, parts of which dated from pre-WWII.
• She sat at Hospital Point and watched the ships and submarines traverse the mouth of the harbor, and imagined.
• She attended Wives’ Club meetings and parties at Senior Officers’ homes, whose graceful eight foot ocean view windows brought island breezes wafting through vintage sheers, evoking the presence of other Military families who’d lived there decades earlier.
• She spoke with older Hawaiians about their experiences as children – those of American, Japanese and Hawaiian descent.  The fear when the attack of December 7th was discussed was still palpable, even though at the time almost fifty years had passed.

At an antique store in Kailua, she bought a 48 star flag that was said to have been flying over a library in that town during the Pearl Harbor Attack.  At the Arizona Memorial, she saw the rusting hull through the clear Hawaiian waters.  She read the names of young sailors forever entombed there.  She saw elderly men and women of many nationalities wiping tears from eyes filled with painful memories.

For a young Navy Wife whose husband was  frequently in harm’s way, it was sobering.  An attack on AMERICA?  It was unthinkable.  It was terrifying.

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So, why do I tell you all this?  Because today my thoughts are melding decades, memories are blending with news stories and lines are blurring under the weight of a sadness coupled with a sense of profound indebtedness.

Pearl Harbor.  9-11.  They are the same.  They were attacks.

But they are different.  Very different.  Not in the sense that those attacks killed people and left victims irreparably scarred – that is the same. Not different in that families are separated by deployment, plans are put on hold and lives in constant danger in defense of our freedom – that is the same.  Yes, the technical, logistical, rhetorical and political differences are myriad, but  in the end…the toll of war on the human heart is pain. Period.

Throughout World War II, much of the entertainment business was war-centric.  Addressing those fighting, those at home waiting, those civilians helping in any way they could – it was a salve to the wounds of a world gone crazy.  Since the entire country was polarized against The Common Enemies, there was no worry of “political correctness” – it was galvanizing,  it was patriotic and it helped.

Today while I listen to this playlist of “War Music” from 1941, I think about soldiers like my husband’s Grandfather, who lost his leg while serving in the US Army during WWII.  I also think of soldiers serving now who have experienced – or may still experience –  the same fate while serving in the Middle East. I think back to my days as a Navy wife, and the fear that would creep in when I allowed myself to dwell on “what if”?  I think about my life now, and how grateful I am to have my husband and son home with me and safe.

I am thankful…and I am prayerful.

And I wish to hell we had some NEW music like the songs in this playlist.  I bet it would help now, too…

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