Ruby Ramblings


The Magic of Mexico
February 23, 2013, 5:17 pm
Filed under: Mexico, Tlaquepaque, Travel

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After spending a week staying with good friends Grys and Juan, I’m finally back in my old hometown of Tlaquepaque. I felt welcomed back with open arms, and in some ways treated like I never left. Drank some cervezas with the hombres a la tienda. Got the scoop on the local rock band I sang with sometimes breaking up. A few stores have changed, but mostly it’s the same. Gorgeous, and warm, and delicious.

My plan was to rent an apartment from an English teacher who runs a school and rents some apartments in Tlaquepaque. When I got to the school to pick up the keys, the apartment I was hoping to rent wasn’t ready yet, and the cheaper apartments didn’t have internet. This was a problem since part of my plan was to hole up and write some gig proposals for the summer, and answer some long e-mails I’d been ignoring.

When he asked if I knew my way around at all, and I said I used to live and teach here, his eyes lit up, and I could tell he had a notion. It turned out a teacher was sick and he was in need of an emergency sub for that day and the next. He offered me a private apartment for less than the cheaper place in exchange for teaching two days of classes.

So here I am in a gorgeous private apartment, able to practice, have friends over, and write in peace in the center of a fantastic neighborhood. I even made myself a Mexican breakfast of chiliquiles, papaya, and frijoles. DSCF3904

Several people said they were afraid I wasn’t going to come back from Mexico, and if I didn’t have gigs lined up in Maine and Vermont, I might not. I could live here. But it would be almost impossible to play original music on a regular basis. So here’s to one more week in paradise.

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November Music Update
October 29, 2012, 1:04 am
Filed under: Archaeology, Maine, Music

One of these days I swear I’ll get this blog back to being about travel photos and tales.  I have plenty of ideas to write about with getting back in the field working on an archaeology project, and having a case of poison ivy bad enough to send me to the hospital, but for now, it’s all about the music.

November Music News

In some sad news, my not-so-trusty Honda Insight that has taken me all around the country, barely big enough for a guitar and a suitcase, was hauled off on a trailer by a nice engineer from Toronto who was looking for a hybrid to fix up.  The replacement gig vehicle, actually big enough for a few instruments, amps, and the handsome men that play them, is a jeep cherokee.  We took the jeep on it’s first foray to a gig in Hallowell, packed to the gills with gear and people, only to be texted a few minutes down the road by my roommate that my tail lights were out.  When AAA proved to be of no help, I called drummer and car lover Dave Burd for some advice.  He talked us through changing a fuse, and voila, we were back on the road.

In some even sadder news, as I’m sure most people know, Nick Curran, amazing guitar player and singer, and one of the few Mainahs to make it, died of cancer this month. He was one of the youngest people to ever win a W.C. Handy, played for the Fabulous Thunderbirds, and released amazing solo records.   I’ve included a video of Nick along with Dave Burd (the fuse man), and my old friend Hawk Kallweit.  It’s a pretty small world, and some folks don’t get to stay in it long enough.

November Gigs:

11/1 – Dogfish Cafe, 8pm, w/ Adam Barber on bass, and my bro Kirk Underwood on electric guitar and harmonies.

11/3 – Local Sprouts – organic food and homegrown music – 7 to 9pm, with Adam Barber on Bass and Joe Bloom on harmonica.

11/10 – Local Buzz, Cape Elizabeth, 8pm – with Adam Barber on bass and TBA.

11/16 – Gutheries, Lewiston, 8pm – with Adam Barber on bass and Devon Colella on cello

Vermont bound!  Please pass this newsletter on to folks you know in Vermont who are interested in original Americana music
11/17 –
Purple Moon Pub in Waitsfield – 7pm
11/18The Skinny Pancake, Montpelier, 6pm
11/19Radio Bean, Burlington, 6pm
11/20 – The Bees Knees, Morrisville, 7pm

11/23 and 11/24 - Samoset Resort, Rockport, ME, 7 to 10pm – we’re very excited that the Samoset has decided to have music for the off season.  Join us in the downstairs restaurant for cocktails and original music.

11/24 – Blue – the Nashville style songwriters round I host every month at Blue will still happen even though I’ll be up the coast.  Guest host TBA. 6 pm

11/30 and 12/1 – Samoset Resort,  7 to 10pm, with Devon Colella on the cello.


Also in November is the 20th anniversary of a songwriters’ collective I belong to in Nashville hosted every Sunday by my good friend Kathy Hussey.  Although I’m not able to fly down for the weekend to celebrate and pick some tunes with them, Dana Lowe, the resident poet famous for making up poems on the spot containing three random words provided by the crowd, wrote this for me to share with you today:

New England folks: the chance is good
For hearing Shanna Underwood
And her gang come to your town
to lay some lovely music down.
The tickets, relatively cheap;
The mode of transport is by Jeep.
Her poison ivy, some folks say,
is why she’s just itchin’ to play.
Accompanied by the Musical Lads,
her show makes Northern folk feel glad.
She tours the early part in Maine,
then Vermont, when she’s out again!
When choosing towns, Shanna has a habit
of picking names multi-syllabic.
And, if the folks are extra-nice,
she might even play in Burlington twice!
So go by plane or boat or car
to see Shanna and her Gibson Guitar.
(void where prohibited)
c 2012 Dana M Lowe

Hope to see you out and about,

Shanna,
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Fall Music Update
September 2, 2012, 8:03 pm
Filed under: Music

Playing Dry Water with my two right hand men, Drew Wyman and Devon Colella at Blue in Porland, ME
I’m a day late getting the September dates out while sipping an afternoon coffee and listening to Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me!.  So far I’ve learned that punching Will Smith’s shoulder will result in broken fingers, and that fake moustaches are a sign of manliness (as opposed to the ironic moustache).

At the last minute this month has filled up with dates for folks who are interested in coming out to see music that rides the line between familiar and original combined most often with bass and cello.  One of the challenges of live shows is giving folks something familiar enough that they are willing to be open to the original music that is being presented. Last night we got a wide range of requests from people at an adorable venue in Naples called the Lost Lobstah.  Everything from Jackson Browne to Tracy Chapman.  I keep getting asked for Janis Joplin, and although it is a guilt of mine that I haven’t worked one out yet, I refuse to learn Bobby McGee.  That goes on the top of my 100 most over-covered songs right next to Mustang Sally.  BUT, if there is a song that you love that you’d like to hear me do, I’d be interested to hear your suggestions!

Tomorrow night!  Sept. 3rd, LLBean’s Monday night songwriter’s Series at Coffee by Design.  I’ll be answering phones tonight at Northport, and singing my heart out on Monday.  Runs from 6 to 8pm at the Freeport Coffee by Design.  I’ll be joined by Drew Wyman on bass and Devon Colella on cello.

Sept. 7th, Barley Pub in Dover, NH.  This is my first foray into this region, so I’d deeply appreciate letting your friends in the area know about the show. I’ll be joined by Drew Wyman on bass and Rob Sylvain on Dobro. 8 to 11pm

Sept. 8th, Benefit concert for TriCounty Mental Health Services: Help Veterans returning from Iraq and Afghanistan get the counselling and services they need!  This is an in-the-round style songwriter concert.  I am really honored to have been asked to do this, and hope that everyone who can will support the cause.  The round will be myself, Brian Patricks, Kate Shrock, and Peter Alexander. Click here for tickets and more information.  Lewiston Middle School Auditorium, 7:30pm.

Sept. 14th, Amalfi’s in Rockland.  We love Rockland!  Devon Colella and I will be bringing our music to what we’ve dubbed The Bathroom Lounge gig.  Seriously, we love this place, the bar, the food and the staff are fantastic, but the location of the musicians is slightly, ahem, awkward. 6:30 to 9:30pm

Sept. 15th, Easy Street Lounge in Hallowell. We had a blast in Hallowell a couple of weeks ago, and look forward to branching out to this new venue. 9pm

Sept. 22nd, Blue, Congress St. Portland. This is a monthly songwriters’ round that I host at Blue.  In September I’ll be joined by Tom Whitehead and Bob McKillop.  Both fantastic, and wildly different songwriters.  6pm sharp!

Sept. 28th, Local Buzz, Cape Elizabeth.  One of our regular and very cozy gigs.  8 to 10pm

Sept. 29th, Andy’s Old Port Pub, a fun joint with lots of atmosphere and music seven nights a week.  I’ll be joined by Devon Colella and some other great pickers I’ll wrangle in for the night.  8:30 to 11:30

Thanks and hope to see you out and about,

Shanna Underwood
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WHY WNY
February 18, 2012, 6:38 pm
Filed under: Music, Travel, USA

I’ve come through Buffalo a few times this year, and feel like I’ve already become entrenched in some friendships and families thanks to my friends from the former Redheaded Stepchild.  As my new buddy Tim Pitcher and I were talking over Christmas about the winter lulls and being laid off, we got the idea of booking a bunch of shows together in Western New York. Possibly to Tim’s surprise, I don’t joke about these things, so here I am in Batavia, sipping coffee, trading who knows who stories, and rehearsing for a weeks worth of listening room and coffeehouse style concerts.

Our last show of the week will be on Wed. at a fantastic little venue in Corfu, NY called The Union Hotel.  It’s an old fashioned bowling alley/bar/music venue.  As opposed to my favorite venue in Maine, Bayside Bowl, The Union Hotel in Corfu is genuine retro. The bowling alley is so old you have to keep score on paper.  Snoops, the owner, made me feel like  a star, and took me for a tour behind the scenes of the pin machine.  I got to play pin monkey and photographer for a while.

Shows:

Tonight: Saturday, February 18th, Black Eyed Susans, Angelica, NY 7:30pm
Tim and I will be pickin’ acoustic original tunes in Angelica. I hope to see some of the folks I talked to at LLBeans on the phone who live in the area!

Monday, Feburary 20th, Nietzsche’s, 8 to 9pm
Nietzsche’s is a Buffalo music staple. Following the showcase will be an open mic. I’m really excited to hang out and here what is happening on the Buffalo scene.

Tuesday, Feburary 21st, Rohall’s Corner with Tim Pitcher and Alan Whitney, Buffalo, NY 8pm

Wednesday, Febrary 22nd, Union Hotel, Corfu, NY, 7:30pm
Beer, bowling, and country music. What the hell else do you want?

Downtown Batavia


This is a new venue in Buffalo that looks great, and sounds better.



Hiking to the Light
November 17, 2011, 3:27 pm
Filed under: Hiking, Maine, Travel

How would you feel if this were the view from your backyard?  After a little while, the mountains probably go the way of everything else. Not even noticed while going through the motions of doing the dishes and obsessing about the roof, but every once in a while being striking again over a cup of coffee. Heading out into the mountains has been my plan for falling back in love with Maine. While Portland, to me, is a great little town, it also reeks of stagnation and extreme class separation. I feel like my own history is erased as I pop coins in the meter next to the same shops (thankfully still mostly locally owned), feel a sense of deja-vu from ten years ago, and remind myself that I have been to Mongolia in the meantime. There is a Maine outside of Portland, and it is like another world.

My brother commented earlier this year when I was observing that for economic reasons I will be “stuck” in Maine for the time being, that I’m more comfortable when in survival mode. Never one to be an adrenaline junkie, I don’t think that’s quite it. It’s not the rush, but the adventure of the unknown; a first-hand acquisition of knowledge and experience. I am still seething from a comment made by a friend earlier this week that implied there is something inherently wrong with me for avoiding settling down. I feel the same way about people who shack up in their dream house and begin the process of erosion that familiarity works on our senses and perspectives. There must be a middle ground where connections can be maintained, but the mountains don’t fade into the background of the everyday.

Earliest graves dated to the late 1700s

So off to ramble in the White Mountains near Evan’s Notch. I was looking for a short hike called The Roost, but I couldn’t find the trail head. The Caribou trail had parking, and a clear map, so I headed off. I was planning to make a loop around that was described as Caribou to Caribou MT to the Muddy something-or-other trail. What this heavily wooded trail lacks in views of the surrounding area, it makes up for by following a river that it crisscrosses over several times dotted by waterfalls.

Natural slip and slide

It took me significantly longer to get through the Caribou trail to the head of the Caribou Mt. trail than I thought it would. But at this point I wasn’t going to not see a summit after a couple of hours. I half ran up the first part of this trail into what turned into a mythical scene of short pine trees, mosses, and the start of a granite instead of wooded landscape.

As I sat down to enjoy the view and finally eat my hard-earned sandwich, I realized the sun was looking awfully low. I double checked my time, and noticed it was actually an hour later then what I had thought I’d read the first time. Shit. I was at the very least two hours away from the car with exactly two hours of sunlight left.

Here is where the adventure of the unknown mind took over, and was insisting that I continue with my original plan of completing the loop. But when I followed the trail marker, it dead ended. A cliff on one side, and extremely dense bushes and pines with no trail on the other. I backtracked and tried again, but the same thing. I was going to have to backtrack down the trail I came up. Something I never do if I can help it when hiking. I realized a quarter of the way down the original trail, that this was the best thing that could have happened. Not only was it significantly darker in the woods, but I moved as fast as possible because I already knew where I was going, and the landmarks in my mind kept me motivated and with some idea of how far out I was. I even patted the half way marker and called it old buddy outloud as I passed it.

Perspective changes instantly when the conditions change. On the way up I was plodding along feeling the thrill of each new water fall and getting up each rise. On the way down, I was racing against time, and each landmark turned into a checkmark to get to next. All the things that were in my car, and not in my backpack, that would be useful if I did for some reason get a stuck kept flashing through my mind: two flashlights, two sleeping bags, a reflective heat blanket, a tent, a pocket knife…..

I made it back to the car at 4:42, the sun set yesterday at 4:18, although I could still see well enough. The tree stumps had only just began turning into boogiemen and wild animals. When I got back to the car it was pitch dark in a matter of minutes, and promptly began pouring.

So much for my life in Maine becoming routine.



Book One Down!
October 22, 2011, 10:20 pm
Filed under: Books, Dewey's Read-a-thon

Paradise is finished. What started as a mellow, dreamy account of a confused boy being taken from his family as repayment for debt, turned into an adventure as he grows and proves himself to be a savvy and lucky young man. As a sub-plot, the book also looks at the growth in popularity of organized religion as the merchants travel from village to village and have to navigate a new set of customs and beliefs at each one.

Information on the author, an expat himself, whose books explore ideas of displacement and desire.

A quote I found interesting, a reminder that perspective is everything. When I was doing archaeology work, rain was the bane of our existence. It ruined sites and brought everyone’s moral down. In this case, it has quite the opposite effect,

“A light rain sped them on, making the men break into song as their bodies cooled. Even the ones who were ailing from the wear and tear of the journey found their old strength returning.”

Total pages read: 154
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Back in the Game
October 22, 2011, 6:22 pm
Filed under: Books, Dewey's Read-a-thon

I am back in my pjs and back in bed with books.  The gig was great, after a less than ideal start of a missing bass player and a strange partition that was blocking the crowd from seeing the stage, but all was remedied.

I had left Mary Karr’s The Liars’ Club: A Memoir open on my bed, but I think I’m going to move on to Paradise, which I’m halfway through and really need to finish.  Although the Lairs’ Club was considered the cutting edge of confessional autobiography where you get to lambaste your family and tell all your secrets, I think I’m reading it ten years too late.  Now this kind of thing is common place, and it even seems to pale a little compared to The Glass Castle: A Memoir.

Paradise is a subtle story of a boy sold to his “uncle” Aziz when his dad can’t pay outstanding debts in colonial Africa.  Short-listed for the Booker prize, it thankfully is not full of the expected violence, but is more of a coming of age story as Yusuf adapts to his new traveling merchant lifestyle and realization that he may never see his parents again.

Current book: dabbling, but will probably take a chunk out of Paradise.
Pages read since start of read-a-thon: 9 (but I’ve got coffee in hand and am about to remedy that.
Current page in Paradise: 93




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