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Joe Anderson
(801) 369-7725

It’s that time of year, the time I remind you about Christmas sheet music, bulk deals, and holiday shows! Let’s get right down to it.

1. Sheet music:
Some of you are already rehearsing for local Christmas performances and you’re looking for sheet music. I have a lovely Tyler Castleton arrangement of The First Noel that’s perfect for an alto. I have an original song about Mary, called, “I Just Knew”. I have an original song about Joseph called, “The Man Behind The Scenes”. I have a sacred tune that retells some of the miracles of the life of Christ, beginning with his birth, called, “One Star”. You can find it all here: http://www.cheriecall.com/music/gifts/ Now this is VERY IMPORTANT: When you purchase the sheet music, you are emailed a link immediately, then you download it to your own computer and print it yourself. NO HARD COPIES WILL BE MAILED. Please do not write a mean note to PayPal about me when it never shows up at your door.

2. Christmas CD’s!
My Christmas album, “Gifts”, is available here at cheriecall.com for an amazing $5. If you’d like to give lots of copies away as a neighbor or office gift, I have a fantastic bulk deal this year. If you order 10 or more, you can get them at $2.50 each. If you have a gigantic order of 100 or more, send me a note at callcherie@gmail.com and we can make a deal. As an added bonus, whenever you order at least one Christmas CD, I can throw in copies of my latest “Homeless Songs” CD for $5 each. To get these deals, you’d need to go to PayPal and make the payment to callcherie@gmail.com. Specify in the notes what you want, for example the CD title you want and how many. Please also specify where you want them sent. The bulk deals are not available through the usual buttons on my website. If you don’t like PayPal and prefer to send me a check, send it to Cherie Call, PO Box 281, Spanish Fork, UT, 84660. I will mail products when the check clears. Shipping is free on these orders, unless you need it rushed. Any questions, send me a note at callcherie@gmail.com.

3. Shows!!
I’m still working out all the details, but here’s what I’ve got so far. On December 7th-10th I’ll be singing as a part of The Lower Lights at Kingsbury Hall! After seven sold out shows last year at the Masonic Temple, we’re super sad that we’ve outgrown such an amazing venue, but also really excited to be at Kingsbury Hall. Tickets for these shows go on sale on November 2nd at kingsburyhall.com and you’ll want to act fast for great seats. More info will come soon about special guests on various nights. thelowerlights.com is a good place to get info about that. These are my very favorite shows of the whole year. If you’ve never experienced The Lower Lights, you have to check out a Christmas show.
As for my own shows, for now I can tell you that I’m performing for the FM100 mini concerts this year on Tuesday, December 15th at Sandy Southtown Mall, and the recording will be broadcast on the following Sunday evening. I have some new Christmas songs that I might decide to debut there. Come check it out! The show starts at noon. More info soon.

3a. House Concerts!
I have some space on my calendar to do a few house concerts. Would you like to host one? It’s a wonderful way to get into the Christmas spirit with your family and friends. If you’d like to know more, check out this handy guide.

Here’s what a house concert is:
You invite 30 or more of your friends and family to come to your house for a concert. You’d provide the space and seating. Maybe some refreshments. You could tell your friends to bring a treat to share. They’d come specifically for the concert, have a magical, intimate evening of music and have a treat. I would bring a tip jar with a suggested donation amount that I take with me at the end of the evening as payment for providing entertainment for your party. Not mandatory, but it would be courteous of your guests to donate 5 or 10 dollars and/or buy a CD or two. I come with my guitar and ukulele and sing songs for you. If you have a piano, I’ll use that, too. I’ll provide my own sound. I won’t advertise for the show on social media or my website because I’ll assume that you don’t want me to invite strangers to your house, so getting the audience there would be your responsibility. If you feel weird about a tip jar but still want me to come, we can agree on a flat fee for you to pay me, and I’d still sell CD’s in addition to that. These shows have to be local to Utah. Within about 100 miles of my house at the most. I can’t spend the night or travel by plane.

Here’s what a house concert IS NOT:
1. A church activity. Since I’m going to be selling products and requesting a voluntary donation, I’m not able to do these events in church buildings or for church sponsored activities.
2. Background music for a dinner party where guests will be visiting the whole time. My music is very lyric based. It is best enjoyed by a captive audience, people who are listening, who came especially for the music.
3. Me coming to sing to you and your immediate family of 5, or just you. This should be obvious, but just in case, I’m putting this out there that even though it would be fun to come visit you at your house, the purpose of these shows is to provide a festive evening for your friends and neighbors, and also, admittedly, for me to be able to sell CDs. And, I’m a 41 year old married mom of 4, so I’m not looking for a date.
4. An MLM meeting. You can rest assured, there will be no talk of downlines, Amway, eyelash extensions, miracle juices, Tupperware or essential oils. Not that there’s anything wrong with some of those things, it’s just not what I’m about. The only selling that will happen is a very soft sell of my CD’s, which mostly comes from me playing music and hoping you like it.

If you still think you might be interested, let me know right away. I have space in my schedule for two or three of these in mid December. Contact me at callcherie@gmail.com with details about what city you live in, how big of an event you have in mind, and dates you might like. Whew! We made it through that very long note! Thanks for your support!

I’m a total sucker for romantic stories about people being unexpectedly reunited with an old flame. It’s so cliche, I know. I can only think of one romance novel I’ve read in my life. (I promise. It was a Mormon romance novel and I only read it because it was given to me for free by the author who was sitting next to me at a signing table and she seemed nice. Nope, it wasn’t the vampire one. I haven’t read that and you can’t make me.) The whole premise of the novel was high school sweethearts meeting again by chance two decades later after life had beaten them down and finally all the stars aligned. My guess is that this formula is used by pretty much every romance novelist at least 15 times in the course of a writing career. And I can’t blame those authors, because it is so romantic!

Sometimes it happens in real life. Have you seen this? I mean, come on.

Something like this will never happen to me. I don’t carry any old torches around, and Joe and I have also agreed that he will die one second after I do, when we’re both very old and have met, loved, and nurtured all of our grandchildren. Actually we disagree on which person will die first but it will definitely be me. And if he hooks back up with an ex in that one second of time? He has my blessing.

I figured this meant that I’d have to just swoon over other people’s stories in the viral Facebook postings or maybe I would have to accidentally read another romance novel. But recently something kind of amazing happened to me. Did your vision get all wavy right now and did you start hearing harps? That’s because a flashback is about to happen.

When I was in the fourth grade, they told all the kids to pick a musical instrument to play. Not everyone did it. Most of my friends who did chose a band instrument like trumpet or clarinet. I chose violin, which put me in the orchestra. Violin was my destiny. I hadn’t dreamt all of my short life of playing the violin. I played it because my sister had played it for a while and now we had a spare violin laying around the house. It was the cheapest option for my parents and it helped me fulfill my usual goal of trying to be exactly like my big sister. And I really liked it. I was kind of a natural, actually. It seemed kind of heavy to lug to school, but once I was there playing, it felt so right. I didn’t really practice very much, but I always got first or second chair. I loved the sound of all the strings playing together. Sometimes I tried to make my voice sound like a stringed instrument. I think it influenced my singing style.

Time went on. Some of my friends started taking private lessons on their instrument, but I still settled for school orchestra. In junior high, I was still getting first or second chair all the time, and then one time we had chair auditions and I got first chair, but in the second violins. Which is still really good, I think. I can’t imagine that as a 13 year old it should have mattered very much to a girl like me, who never even practiced anyway. But something kind of changed after that. It was weird. I just started caring a little less. I think my teacher wanted me to try harder, but instead I tried less. The only time I ever got detention at school in my life was when I was sword fighting in orchestra with my violin bow. I coasted along for the rest of the year, and then I didn’t sign up for orchestra the next year. My mom thought maybe we should try private lessons, because it seemed to be something I might be able to become good at, and I still kind of liked it. One of our neighbors taught violin, so I signed up. I’m not sure what her deal was or if it was my fault, but for the many months I took lessons, I was never allowed to play anything but Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I finally quit. My careless romance with the violin had come to an end. I hadn’t really treated it with enough respect. I didn’t work for it. It made sense for it to end.

Many years went by. I had a happy life with piano and eventually guitar. (This is where the analogy kind of falls apart. FYI, polygamy and affairs are not my thing, I promise.) But every now and then I wondered about what might have been.

Time only goes one way. I can’t go back and become the all star violin player I maybe should have been. But my longing to pick it back up recently became so great that I thought I’d see what would happen if a violin became a part of my life again. I figured the universe would sort it all out if I led the way. I asked my Facebook friends how to find a decent violin without spending millions of dollars. (when I was in college my parents traded in our violin to buy me a guitar. Which was stolen. A long story for another day. And once again, kind of making the analogy icky…anyway…) Boom, a neighbor let me borrow her violin! And then, boom, I discovered that my friend and old BYU Folk Ensemble instructor happens to be the dad of the best fiddle teacher ever, and she was taking new students!

I pulled the violin out and played a few scales to see how awful it would be. I did NOT play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. My playing sure didn’t sound amazing but it felt right somehow. I was able to whip out a few tunes by ear. I started remembering what it felt like to be kind of predisposed to understanding it.

Yesterday was my first lesson. I was nervous. Nervous that she’d tell me my violin wasn’t expensive enough. Or that she thought I’d remember more of what I had known before. But she kept throwing things at me and out of nowhere I actually kind of knew how to do them. She kept saying, “This will probably be easy for you, you probably already know how, but practice this.” And I was too embarrassed to tell her that in this one lesson she had taught me more about playing the violin/fiddle than I had ever learned in all of my life. I had a nerdy grin on my face the whole time. I think I actually giggled with excitement when she told me how to fix my arm to make a scale sound better. It was like my eyes met across the room with that old flame, and we danced, and it was like no time had passed, except now I was smarter and better and willing to work harder and appreciate what we had. Holding and playing that violin lit me up with pure joy. I smiled all the way home and when Joe asked me how it went, I talked a mile a minute about nerdy things like scales and elbows and wrists. I practiced later that night and still loved it, even though it was challenging. Maybe even because it was challenging.

Today I practiced again. I really dug in. It was hard, but still fun. I still feel the electricity and excitement. I think this is the part in the relationship where you find out after all this time that your old flame was much more complicated, brilliant and intense than you gave him credit for long ago. Maybe he has kids now who don’t know if they will ever like you. Maybe in the end it won’t work out. And maybe it will never be as good as it would have been if you had never let each other go. But maybe it will be amazing and wonderful in a totally different way.

Whatever happens, I think it’s safe to say that for me and the violin, love is better the second time around. Maybe this is just what I never realized for all this time that I needed. Or maybe it will just be fun. I’ll keep you posted.