Articles by BrigidKaelin

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Inspiring PechaKucha Night at 21C … the Mayor and 12 other Thinkers.

In my travels, I always have trouble explaining to people just how exciting it can be to live in Louisville, and nights like last night at 21C reinforce how cool it is to live here. 21C Museum Hotel hosted Louisville’s fourth Pecha Kucha event last night to a standing-room-only crowd. It was one of those evenings that made me proud to live here among such creative, innovative, and optimistic people. The Pecha Kucha started in Japan in 2003 as a way for designers to present new ideas in a forum as concise as a bento box, and the format has…


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Art museums, labels, wine, and Scotland.

As much as I have difficulty answering the question “What kind of music do you play,” I appreciate the need for labels. Imagine hunting for exactly what you want in any kind of store (clothing, music, book, hardware) without clearly distinguishable departments. It would be impossibly slow. Sometimes, however, it’s nice to move impossibly slowly. One recent afternoon in Edinburgh, I went for a “wander” through the streets of the City Centre with two friends. We’d had a delicious vegetarian lunch at Henderson’s Cafe (where the server looked at me strangely after I asked if the soup was vegetarian, as…


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It’s wedding crunch time. RX, please?

Yep, there’s still a wedding this summer. I know we’ve both been conspicuously absent from the blogosphere, but it’s still on. I’ve been consumed with work, with this overseas tour taking up the past month and a half. David has also been swamped with work, though he somehow found the time to blast through a huge portion of our To Do List while I was singing in Scotland. I’m fortunate to be marrying David for many reasons, but his help with the wedding is just amazing. If it were all up to me, I’d end up taking the next flight…


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Louisville connections around the world? Always.

We all know that Louisville is a small town, but we are still always so surprised when we run into friends on vacation, or meet someone’s uncle while camping, or discover our neighbor used to be engaged to your BFF from middle school. My recent adventures on tour in the United Kingdom, (read them at my website) prove nothing less to be true. I thought I’d share a few wacky Louisville travel stories … and some related news. First off, we should all congratulate and be proud of Louisville’s/Indiana’s incredibly talented Andrea Davidson for not only being a finalist in…


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Travelogue from Scotland … Isle of Skye and live music.

Travelogue from the United Kingdom tour: I read an article about, um, me, having “gone international,” which I think is funny since I’ve been focusing most of my touring on the UK for the past three years. It’s nothing against America. I love any chance to travel, but I admit that playing music is more fun over here. There is some sort of reverence for musicians that just isn’t found in the United States. Maybe it’s an old-fashioned respect for the troubadour lifestyle, or maybe it’s a love of storytelling. Whatever it is, it’s really nice to be on stage…


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A Louisville musician begins the trek across the pond…

I’ve played a lot of shows in Louisville recently, in preparation for a tour of the United Kingdom. Today, it begins. The life of an indie-artist isn’t glamorous, but I’m using the power of the Universe to make it a bit more comfortable than usual. This morning I write you from the Delta SkyClub at the airport, which has a lovely display of free bagels, oatmeal, coffee, chocolate-covered pretzels, and vodka. I am currently consuming four of those, and I’ll let you decide which ones. Today I’ll be hitting four different airports, but I have only two flights. Do that…


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Packing Tips from a Seasoned Traveler.

Prepare yourself for some fun blog-reading over the next few weeks. There’s been all kinds of boring and stressful stuff going on, which I won’t bore you with here. Instead, get ready for some crazy Scottish adventures. I’m talking Highland cows, vegetarian haggis, late-night lock-ins at the pub, and ancient ruins. In between all that, some fun gigs. Today I’m trying to focus on packing. Packing lightly is the key here, for many reasons. Primarily, it’s because the airlines now charge like crazy for a checked bag, and we’ve already got guitars, accordions, mandolins, and merchandise to bring. Then there’s…


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KY Derby in Texas this year, show updates, and playing accordion with Suzy Bogguss.

After 18 hours and thirty-three minutes in my Mom’s Camry yesterday, two books, and several podcasts, I am in Texas. You may wonder what a good Kentucky girl is doing away from Kentucky on DERBY WEEKEND. I am wondering the same thing. I turned down gigs with Love Jones, at the Mint Jubilee, and several fancy schmancy parties because we’d already made these Texas plans … but I’m not looking back. I’ll just watch on TV. Thankfully, I remember my TwinSpires.com password, and we’re throwing a Derby Party here in Texas. It’s a throwback to my college days in New…


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Singing in the Rain at Fest-a-Ville

Last night’s gig at the Derby Fest-a-Ville down on the Waterfront-ish was just like Woodstock, minus about 30 degrees and a few hundred thousand people. Really, it was muddy and cold and pouring down rain. Thanks to the folks who braved the weather and kept us smiling. And also thanks to my awesome band who keeps me smiling no matter what the gig is like. My band and I had a good time, but I feel terrible for all those poor vendors. When I went in search of french fries before my set, they were all salivating at the chance…


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Royal Wedding Parties, Mawwage, and Fairy Tales.

I left the Frazier Museum party just as William and Kate arrived at Buckingham Palace, thinking that I’d rush home and write up a story about the morning’s events for you lovely readers. Of course, once I got home, with the TV on, patiently awaiting their balcony kiss, I decided being alone was lame — David had to go to work because apparently the price for American freedom means we don’t get to observe the Queen’s holidays — and that I needed to run by the home of some Welsh friends, whom I was sure were still partying. Then I…