The Galt Line

So one of the things I want to do with this blog is keep track of the cool stuff I do while I’m pregnant. I have an ulterior motive for this. Apparently I was a colicky baby, and the only way to get me to sleep was to dance me to the soundtrack of Saturday Night Fever. This actually sounds kind of cute until you start thinking about what options my parents had to play music in the late 70’s. No MP3 players, no CD players, no cassette tape players. Sure, there were 8-track tape players and record players back then. But did you find them in every home and hotel room? Nope. Mom and Dad had to cart around a “portable” reel to reel machine. I can’t even imagine. But I can imagine my mom, pregnant with me, watching Saturday Night Fever.

EDIT: Dad says they also had a battery operated 8-track player. But still.
Back in the day, my parents both had their private pilot’s license and owned a Cessna. So when I was baby, we flew to the airshow at Oshkosh. On the way home, Mom got sick. She was pregnant with my brother at the time, but she didn’t know it yet. Obviously, there have been a lot of other influences in my brother’s life, but it started in the womb. My brother is now a pilot in the Air Force.

I’m curious to see if anything I do during pregnancy influences my kid. The only way to do that is to keep track of my adventures. Plus it is a pick-me-up to think of some of my pregnancy accomplishments when I’m feeling tired and sick.

I’ll have to post some of my earlier adventures another time. For now, I’ll start with Thursday night. We got to see The Galt Line perform at the New Deal Café. Blythe and Willie are awesome musicians. Actually, The Galt Line was playing the first time we went to the New Deal Café before we moved to the neighborhood. We had such a great time – great food, company, atmosphere, and music – that we started to consider moving here. Willie is amazing on the guitar. Sometimes his hand blurs and then seems to disappear. Blythe provides the vocals, ukulele, and percussion (stomping on wood platform with a cascade of bottle caps on her lower legs) all at the same time! It’s always a good time.

I remember the last time they played; I invited a bunch of our neighborhood friends to join us. The couple with the new baby had to decline because they didn’t think they should take the baby to the bar. I thought about that while The Galt Line played. I was sad at first, thinking that maybe we wouldn’t be able to see their shows for much longer. But their music is better than the crap I listen to on the radio. I happened to look over at another table to see a few kids sitting there. See, the New Deal is a restaurant that also has a small bar and evening entertainment. The Galt Line is loud, but maybe if we reserve a table in the front section of the restaurant, we can enjoy listening to the music away from the bar, where it isn’t too loud. Aaron had been thinking about the same thing. He said we’ll get noise canceling ear protectors for the kid when he/she is older. He’s seen kids wearing them at the Chesapeake Bay Blues Festival, which is another place we’ll probably have to go again with the kid.       

I had fun last night, but I’m not sure baby did. I was boppin’ in my seat all night. So I don’t know if it was the food, the carbonation in the ginger ale, the noise, the smells, or me grovin’, but I did not feel well at the end of the night. Of course, I don’t feel well most of the time these days, so hopefully it doesn’t mean anything this time.

 http://www.thegaltlineband.com/