Blogs Stories

Play That Song Again: When Two Things Come Together

by Erik Christensen in Blogs, Music

As usual, the key is paying attention. If you keep your eyes and ears open, you’ll see how, like magic, things line up. “Coincide” from its early Latin roots means to “fall together,” something that’s not really random, but two things that fit together perfectly. It’s surprising—although it shouldn’t be—how often two random things have brought me to some good music.

My all-time, top-five musical coincidences led me to Kevn Kinney, Billy Joel, Jason Isbell, Kevin Gordon, and BJ Barham. So, these days, I pay attention. Things come together in a beautiful way.

Eidetic Island | Rooted Vision

by Holly Chadwick in Blogs, History, Video

I’ve been thinking of the word “eidetic” to describe the nostalgia of long-time Whidbey Island residents. Eidetic is defined as mental images that are so vivid and detailed that they seem real, and sometimes my vivid memory of the island skews the current image of it. I am a long-time resident who experiences this phenomenon. Having lived primarily in the same house on Whidbey Island for more than 35 years, I’ve seen a lot of changes. Despite being a filmmaker and looking around with a motion camera in the present day, I am prone to nostalgia. Sometimes, the distinct vision of Whidbey Island in my mind’s eye conflicts with reality or emphasizes that I’m living a sort of magical realism.

Second Acts and Early Exits

by Anne Belov in Blogs, Visual Art

The other evening, at a Whidbey Life Magazine get together, Harry Anderson reflected that there were many people who had moved to Whidbey for the “second act” of their life. It made me think about Kent Lovelace. He spent decades being a printmaker, but eventually, he was ready to move beyond that into full-time painting.

You could say that Kent had gone well past the second act and was on the fourth or fifth, as he moved from printmaker, to gallery owner, back to contract printing for other artists, and then to painting and a new life on Whidbey Island.

The things I remember about Kent are these: That he was always generous with praise for other artists’ work, that he was kind, and that he was never afraid to take his art in a completely new direction from where it had previously traveled.

His early exit was a cruel one. I’m so sorry there are no more acts in this play.

Rock Bottom Line | Penn Cove Water Festival: Celebrating What’s Here and What No Longer Is

by Harry Anderson in Blogs, Festivals, History

I arrived just as a young woman was singing the opening blessing in the language of the Salish peoples. Then Water Festival President Vicky Reyes offered a welcome in English to the gathered tourists and locals outside the Island County Historical Museum.

“Today is a celebration of the many cultures that are here today; we are from many backgrounds and cultures,” she said. “But most of all it’s a celebration of the original cultures of Penn Cove and Whidbey Island.”

I thought that was a great way to describe the Water Festival. I stood next to a man in a Buddhist robe with two small children. Not far away was an African-American family from Naval Air Station Whidbey Island. And in the back was a priest wearing a clergy collar talking with an Asian-American family.