Friday, May 22, we are thrilled to kick off Saginaw Vineyards’ 2009 Summer Music Series. Our debut there last summer was an incredible pleasure. The scenery is absolutely miraculous and the people we met, both staff and patrons, were incredibly warm and welcoming.
Feedback from last summer’s performances taught us that our sound system is well-suited to this outdoor venue, making Saginaw Vineyards the perfect place for harmony lovers to thoroughly appreciate the intricacies of our vocals along with the natural beauty of the vineyard sunset.
Food from Mack’s Cafe will be available for purchase, so bring your friends and family to dine under the beautiful old walnut tree while enjoying the wines from this extraordinary vineyard. Kids of all ages welcome. Free admission.
Friday, May 22, 2009
6:00pm – 9:00pm
Conveniently located one mile off of I-5 at exit 176—near Cottage Grove
80247 Delight Valley Rd
541-942-1364
Thursday, May 14th is the 2nd Thursday of the month, our night for Thursday Night Live at Territorial Vineyards & Wine Company.
Back by popular demand … we’ve got a new installment of “Stealing the Covers“! For those of you who haven’t read our bio, you may not have realized Jason comes from a long line of professional musicians. Not a long vertical line (just one generation) … but a long horizontal line. His father, four uncles, aunt and grandmother (okay, maybe the vertical line is two generations) formed the legendary harmony group, The Cowsills, who had major hits in the 60′s like “Hair”, “Indian Lake”, and “The Rain, The Park and Other Things (aka “The Flowergirl”).
This month our special “Stealing the Covers” 2nd set will feature an album of original works from Jason’s late uncle, Barry Cowsill, who sadly lost his life in Hurricane Katrina. We all miss Barry and his music very much, so we’re dedicating this set as a tribute to him and the great music he created.
We hope you’ll join us for a special evening of extraordinary music, accompanied by Territorial’s delicious signature wine selections.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
7:00pm – 10:00pm
907 West Third Avenue
Eugene, OR 97401
(541) 684-9463
Thursday, April 9th is the 2nd Thursday of the month, which means it’s our night for Thursday Night Live at Territorial.
Spring has sprung! We’re thrilled about the resounding positive feedback we received from our March Territorial show. Some of our regular followers made comments like, “You guys are always great, but I enjoyed you tonight more than ever”, and “You had a little extra ‘spark’ tonight!” We also met some new fans from Albany who said, “Really great show! Definitely worth the drive!” We’ve been reviving some songs we haven’t played in a long time, working up some new ones, and we’ve started incorporating more originals too. We hope you’ll join us for a fun evening of Territorial’s signature wine selections accompanied by our “seductive harmony with a smoky finish”.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
7:00pm – 10:00pm
907 West Third Avenue
Eugene, OR 97401
(541) 684-9463
I wrote this July 19, 1997 and just rediscovered it. Amazing what your soul can know before it exists. I believe we’re on the train.
“The Picture of the Man Whom I Can’t Describe”
Why can’t I describe him, you ask? Well, I could if I looked at the picture and told you of his ashen eyes, his polished hair, the Armani suit and Gucci watch with just the right amount of stubble to be fashionably unkempt. But you know, that is not what I think it is to describe a man. The man I want to describe doesn’t look a particular way. It’s not in his picture portrait photograph portfolio. It’s his mind, his spirit, I seek. Does he love himself, know himself, can he be free to love his children and dance naked in a lake of loveliness? Does he prattle on about Aristotle or does he invent fairy tales as the children climb on his lap and look at the stars? I want to know this man. The man of the children. He who knows his nature and is not frightened to be himself. He sings in harmony and laughs from his soul. He has time to think. He looks in my eyes and sees beyond the brown to the smile. He sees the tears and doesn’t rush to wipe them away, but sits looking at them, cherishing them, knowing each is a gift from God to wash away unclarity and so he says a tiny thank you for each one and is blessed with some of his own. His hand holds mine, but it is not patronizing nor protecting, just loving and supporting, saying, “I can’t do it for you, but I am here with you. You are never alone.” His smile is the brightest neon white and his heart smiles through to the world past his lips. I want them to kiss me, on the cheeks, on my forehead. We are a team. I am strong yet vulnerable and so is he. We do not frighten each other. Only love is real. I wonder if he is? He is materializing, I believe. Perhaps not complete in his final form yet, but then neither am I. As I grow so will he and we will recognize ourselves in each other. So, you’re the one I’ve been growing with. I wondered when I would find you. Perhaps you’ve already stood facing each other but the mirror was not complete yet. There remained work to be done, so you kissed your silent goodbyes until you meet again, hoping that next time you’ll be taking the same train and this time you can share the ride.
What makes me think I know this? Because, the heart knows all. You have been striving to build this your entire life, and the time of fruition is here.
First, don’t plan. Think, postulate, wonder and look in places you know the answer couldn’t possibly be. That is your foundation. The absence of control. For once you accept that no plan is ever executed perfectly, you realize how worthless a waste of time it is. Life is not meant for planning, it is meant for doing, being, living and feeling.
This is your next task. Love, live, feel, experience. Listen to the voices in the wind and the song of your heartbeat. Be still and hear the harmony in your head. It is the pied piper, leading you where only you should go.
Next, take that step. Go there. Be it by boat, train or hitch-hiking in a stinky 18-wheeler with a tobacco-stained hick behind the wheel. He’s harmless. You can tell by his toothless grin and the sparkle in his eye and the Three Musketeers bar he offered as you got in. He knows where you’re going, just sit back and take in the view.
He’ll drop you in a place you didn’t know existed. The back woods of Kansas where the air smells of cedar and occasionally you can almost taste Mrs. Olson’s apple pie. She left it on the windowsill hoping you’d follow the aroma right into her rocker and fill her heart with your song of the toothless trucker you laughed with as you realized you knew all the words to “Convoy”.
Thursday, March 12th is the 2nd Thursday of the month, which means it’s our night for Thursday Night Live at Territorial.
We’ve been reviving some songs we haven’t played in a long time as well as working on some new ones you haven’t heard. You may even catch a new original or two! We hope you’ll join us for a fun evening of Territorial’s signature wine selections accompanied by our “seductive harmony with a smoky finish”.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
7:00pm – 10:00pm
907 West Third Avenue
Eugene, OR 97401
(541) 684-9463
