Another hidden gem in Westfield, New Jersey. The Westfield Musical Club has been around 98 years!
Here’s the full article I wrote: http://www.thealternativepress.com/articles/musical-club-of-westfield-celebrates-98-years
Last night, accompanied by my husband, I attended my first “Service of Darkness” as a Christian.
It was powerful.
It was done so well that it was easy to let your imagination take over and feel that you were right there, watching Jesus as he died and bled blood and water.
The service began with one of my favorite classical tunes: Gymnopedie No. 1 by Eric Satie (my favorite classical composer).
Prayers were spoken,hymns were sung, the choir performed, bible verses were read and the seven last words of Jesus were read as seven candles were extinguished throughout the service.
The first word: “Father, forgive them.”; Luke 23:32-38: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
The second word: “Truly, I say to you …”; Luke 23:39-45: “Today you will be with me in Paradise.”
The third word: “Women, behold, thy Son”; John 19:23-27: “Here is your son. Here is your mother.”
The fourth word: “My God, my God”; Mark 15:23-39: “Why have you forsaken me.”
The fifth word: “I thirst”; John 19:28-29 “I thirst.”
The sixth word: “It is finished.”; John 19:30-37 “It is finished.”
The seventh word: “Father, into your hands …”; Luke 23:44-56 “Into your hands I commend my spirit.”
After the seventh candle was extinguished, you heard the closing of the tomb. And the church was dark.
We adore you, O Christ, we bless you, by your holy cross you have redeemed the whole world.
All left the church in silence.
(Note the bunnies on my dress! And the scarf is Peter Max!)
In just a few minutes I’ll be off to church for Maundy Thursday; tomorrow night I’ll be in church again for Good Friday and again on Easter Sunday. One of my favorite places to be and I get a triple dose this week — yay!
Pastor Carol’s services are so creative, I can’t wait. She’s the best!
This is my first Easter as a Christian and I am looking forward to the intensity of the services as we approach Easter Sunday.
After church on Sunday, my husband and I will be dining at Park & Orchard restaurant (http://www.parkandorchard.com/Home.html) where we spent our Easters since 2011. I’ve been going there since the 1980s and it’s one of my favorite New Jersey restaurants. I’ll probably go for the dairy and wheat-free lasagna.
For those who celebrate, I want to wish all of you a very Happy Easter. I love chicks and bunnies and chocolate too, but please take a moment to reflect the true meaning of the Easter season.
Last week I had the opportunity to interview Janis Ian, while she was on tour, driving through a desert!
Here is chapter 2 of the music memoir I am working on. Any feedback appreciated.
CHAPTER 2 – Number 9 Dream
High school was not a fun place for me and I never got why. It wasn’t until many later years, when I started my own home-based business that I learned I am way too creative to live by any structure. And I am not a team player either.
I did my duty and got good grades in some classes like art, music theory (I, II and III), creative writing, English and child development. And got by the skin of my teeth in other areas, including gym, which is surprising because later in life I became a health advocate who exercises regularly and follows a pretty impressive health regimen.
I found it so hard to fit in with other kids. No one really interested me except a dreamy poetic soul named Sandy who I became friends with. Sandy, like me, wore satin pants to school. She once told me, “When I brought these pants I said, ‘Good-bye to Sandra Dee’” quoting from the popular movie “Grease.” Like me, Sandy was trying to find her way. But Sandy found her niche with the smart kids who wrote for the school newspaper and those who went to Bible studies; whereas I never found my niche, only a part of me could connect with any given group. I just couldn’t commit myself as others did. I was too much a free spirit.
I crossed my school days off the calendar like a prisoner counting down his jail time. I dreamed about being like the rock chicks and rock muses I saw in Rock Scene magazine. I bleached my hair blonde to look like they did – Cyrinda Foxe, Debbie Harry, Cherie Curie and Nancy Spungeon.
Needless to say, this did not fly in 1979 where suburban kids in Little Falls, New Jersey were still grasping on to the Summer of Love and thought Jim Morrison was God. All fine and good, but at the time I fancied myself a modern girl at heart and was more into The Sex Pistols (but kept my Doors records stashed away in a closet because every so often I liked hearing the song “Touch Me.”)
My room didn’t even look like the rooms of other kids – well, at least not the girls, who kept dolls on their canapé beds. The walls of my bedroom were plastered with Creem magazine covers. And my prized collection was a beautiful bookcase my mom got me, where the bottom part was large enough to fit records. My growing album collection was filling up the bookcase nicely.
Kids in school threw rocks at me because I wore a lot of eye make-up and had bleached blonde hair with the roots showing. Extremely tame compared to what rock kids eventually morphed into in years to come. Today young people have magenta hair and facial piercings, and depending on where you live, it’s socially accepted. But sad to say bullying is still a very serious issue, which no child or teen should have to endure.
Even though my musical tastes were more modern than my school mates, I did get along fine with my music theory class and spent some time hanging out with some of the guys in that class, like my friend Teddy, an easy going, laid back Dead Head who was very nice to me and allowed me into his circle, even though some of his friends didn’t get me.
Teddy had a very cool cousin, George Hall who went to another school in West Milford, but came down to visit from time to time. George and I were both very into music and became friends fast. We went to see the movie “Hair” one night and the next night George invited me over to dinner at his father’s.
His father, Warren Hall, lived in a townhouse, The Claridge House in Verona owned by his girlfriend, Lori Burton (Cicala). Lori was a famous singer and song writer. She sang back up with May Pang and John Lennon on his song, “Number 9 Dream.”
The gold record was hanging up in the dining room. She also wrote the song, “Ain’t Gonna Eat out My Heart Anymore” which was recorded by the Rascals, as well as one of my favorite bands at the time, Angel. So needless to say, I was impressed to have met her.
I got along great with Lori and she was a loyal friend to me even when not in my presence. George once told me he shared with Lori that I was having problems with other kids in school because I had bleached blonde hair and wore heavy eye make-up.
But Lori defended me and said, “So what’s a little bit of eye make-up?” Little did she know at the time her words changed my life.
While guidance counselors and the school psychiatrist felt it best that I change my image to fit in with the other students, I stuck to my guns and continued to be the “me” I felt most comfortable with.
The only time I ever looked somewhat like the other students was one Halloween when I came to school without make-up and wore jeans and a Grateful Dead t-shirt I borrowed from a girl who borrowed my clothes to be a rock chick. Everyone told me I looked pretty without make-up, but it just wasn’t me. I couldn’t wait to get back to being the real Maryanne again the next day. Back to normal. My normal.
Thank you, Lori Burton, for making me realize that everyone has their own personality and should embrace wherever they are at – at that moment.
No one should change for anyone. I’m glad I didn’t.
By Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta, COPYRIGHT 2013
Friday afternoon I had another most rewarding experience covering a political workshop for teenage girls in Mountain Lakes, New Jersey.
It was awesome interviewing teachers, politicians and the students!
All weekend long the Resintopia extravaganza was held at the Crowne Plaza in Fairfield, New Jersey.
My husband Dennis and I got there just as they were closing shop for the evening, but with well enough time to hit the lounge, have a beer and some snack food and see the amazing New York surf band, The Octomen, with our friends Nick Conti and Ed O’Brien; as well as Vincent Bordogna. And we got to meet actor, Jeff Yager (see photos below) who also makes models and sculptures. He came from California to be a part of this fabulous event put on by Vincent Bordogna.
A good time was had by all, as The Octomen performed two great sets and people mingled.
This was the second year for Resintopia. Next year will be even bigger! We had a BLAST!
(Photo by Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta)
The Octomen drum kit — how cool is that?
And from another show, but just to illustrate how great the Octomen are, check out this video I found on You Tube:
Here’s another article I just had published in the Westfield Alternative Press: http://www.thealternativepress.com/articles/discover-westfield-community-players-a-hidden-ge