Why Me? Why Write? Why Now? Why Not?

The Me is Doug Curran…Douglas M Curran…Douglas Metcalf Curran. Douglas is Celtic for “dweller by the dark stream”. Curran in Gaelic means “little spear”. And Metcalf? Scottish for “I met a calf”? Hey I don’t know! I don't have all the answers. I'm still trying to get the questions right. At least I seem to be a spear fisher by some dirty water. Or maybe I'm a Druid. And that Curran thing may not even be as Irish as my Irish American wife, Colleen Fitzsimmons, hoped it was when she married me. Ok, I might be a Viking. It's like this. I was reading this book, The Lion Of Ireland, see, and the author, Morgan Llewellyn, recounts a last battle between Brian Boru and the Viking invader king, to regain Irish dominance again throughout the island and kick the fureners out. The Viking king's name? Olaf Cuaran? Cuaran? Curran? I'm a Viking now, so I am? And a descendent of one of those marauding and murderous pillagers and plunderers? I've never pillaged a thing in my life...well, maybe a book or two from somebody. I'm really just a gentle giant who loves books and music. Ok, I bought a sword recently, but only as a wall decoration to enhance my Irish family history coat of arms! Honest! Viking, Schmiking, so rest my Irish soul! Or my wife will have my old bald Irish head!

June 27, 2009

Busy family night of music and BB...

It was one of those evenings last night where the family was spread between two major events - either watch Erin perform with her new band or watch Kalin play in a big BB tourney at BYU. Since we had already checked K out the other day and saw some great moves and points, and knowing Sean and Megan were there, we opted for Erin's gig, not having heard what she's been doing lately. The band is Five Guys On The Fly - and she's the new "guy", a girl singer among four fantastic musicians. It was a fundraiser for deployed military personnel and their families left here - but not attended very well unfortunately. Well, it didn't help that even if it's the end of June, it felt like Fall had "fell", along with a few trees in the 50 mph winds, rain and chilly temps - so only us hardy ones stuck it out. All 30 of us were finally forced into the pavillion to listen while the band turned its instruments and mikes toward us and gave us an earful. (Maybe this will be the group that will play at our 40th anniversary party our kids are giving us July 11, 8pm, 80 S 280 E, Orem - you're invited)

Anyway, Erin was top notch in her delivery and range, a great repertoire too, among which I especially liked her Bonnie Raitt rendition of "I Can't Make You Love Me", Stevie Wonder's "Superstition" and Credence Clearwater's "Proud Mary". Then Shane got up as an invited guest singer, having auditioned also but getting beat out by his little sister - and knocked the roof off the place singing "Play That Funky Music White Boy" - our quiet creative guy who turns into a gyrating whirling dirvish whether the audience is small or large. It's been a while since his own band broke up, but he was right on the money tonight. So Colleen and I, Quinn and his girlfriend Darlene, Shane's wife Sharon and their boys and Shannon were all there, in addition to other close friends. Besides taking pictures, Shannon also did a duet with Erin on 'Killing Me Softly.

I talked with members of the band after, sharing congrats on a very fine sound as they made a kind of debut with some new members. Several had heard that I sang with The Lettermen 40 years ago and that that was my occasion for meeting Colleen, a great singer in her own right. And even though we take a little credit for these kids genes and some early karaoke experience, they are their own unique entertainers. We salute our next generation of Curran talent, whether on stage or on the basketball court, where some of my kids have also had some athletic prowess, much better than I ever had. They get it from their mother, like most good things they've inherited. Yeah, she was a lady jock among other things - but just enjoyed being the mother of her little singing darlings last night.

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