celine homer

Ode to music

When I met a boy

I pushed him in the mud and made fun of his stutter

Soon after, my conscience kicked in and I felt bad.  I made the extra effort to be his friend and realized the music he listened to was way more interesting than the music my friends listened to.

We started writing letters to each other in class, crumpling them up and throwing them across the back of the classroom where our desks were.

And they went back and forth every single day.  Hundreds of them when the teacher wasn’t looking

Pretty soon, at thirteen, we fell in love.

At least, as far as we knew what love meant.

To us it meant:

1) keeping all the notes we wrote to each other and never throwing them away

2) holding hands at recess and having the principal tell us not to

3) bringing cd players and cds to school and listening to them at lunch in the stairwell together

We began to have our lunches separate from all our classmates and friends.

and we entered int our own world…

Nothing else really mattered.  Music became first priority.

1) I discovered the Beatles.

I remember riding in the back seat of my grandpa’s car in Paris with my brothers who always irked me, and it was as if they couldn’t bother me.

As we drove through the magical city in my grandpas’s little car, the White Album rung through my ears.  For the first time I heard Blackbird.  For the first time I heard Dear Prudence.  I was swept away by music.

After the Beatles fanaticism ensued I longed to visit London or Liverpool.  I didn’t make it there but somehow I convinced my parents to let me fly to meet my classroom pen pal.  You know, the one with whom I had the collection of notes.  He was visiting in Italy with his family while we were in France.

Instead of our notes reaching each other from one point to another it was me!

I had never had a boyfriend before.  Well, that’s not entirely true if you count the boy I kissed at the bowling alley, but I wanted to forget about that.  For the most part.

In Italy the young kids all hung out together on the beach drinking until the sun rose, and we stumbled longingly from one end of the beach to the other, pulling a wooden boat into the water and floating along the shoreline, bobbing up and down like little ducks.

We walked along the seashore trying to catch the light as it shone on the surface, wanting it to stop so we could walk up the pathway of sunlight like a bridge.

The cave was the place where the older kids would hang out and play music.  The one with the guitar sang Simon & Garfunkel and Neil Young.  I heard some of the most influential voices of my life.

Hearing Paul Simon I felt like everything was right in the world.  I had discovered what poetry was and everything felt like it was in its place.  Right there in that cave, listening to the one with the guitar strumming away, singing his pretty song with his hair falling into his eyes (I know, but it’s true, it was!)

In retrospect, music has been a huge part of my life.  The summer I decided to move to San Francisco I was there with friends following the Phish tour.

The night I met my One Love we danced to bossa nova jazz in a dark club in the Haight.

Bringing in my fifteenth year, I was seated in the seventh row of the Paul Simon show at the Wiltern.

Ringing in my twenty sixth year, I was with my husband in the Berkeley Amphitheater to see Paul Simon perform.  There was an earth quake that night and it was Mr. Simon’s birthday.

If I drew a map of all the places music has taken me in my life, it would look like two chaos balls linked together by a very thin string, with sounds reverberating off of it.

A music history of myself:

Age 5- received first tape (Celine Dion)

Age 6- remember sitting in back seat of babysitter’s car with older brother in front seat.  She played “Under the Bridge Downtown,” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.  She told us to remember the moment because it was a very important song.  I was moved.

Age 7- Received first CDs, Billboard chart toppers from the 50s.  Fell in love with idea of going to prom in a pink fluffy dress, asked mom to purchase me kitty cat shaped sunglasses and asked grandma to please buy me pink bicycle with white banana seat.  Listened to oldies love songs before bed and cried dreaming of finding my true love.

Age 8- Oldies craze continued

Age 9- Same

Age 10- started paying attention to some of the music my older brother listened to: Smashing Pumpkins, the Cranberries.

Age 11- cheezy music phase: Gloria Estephan, Mariah Carey

Age 12- Beginning of rock n roll history & discovery: Nirvana, Courtney Love, Pearl Jam

Age 13- the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Simon & Garfunkel, CSNY, Pink Floyd…  Picked up a guitar and realized I could sing and pluck strings too and it made me happy

Me: a sensitive, hopeless romantic, one who believes in superstitions like I am supposed to hear the songs that come on the radio while I am driving.  One who likes to observe others and the world go by while listening to songs play, one who imagines movie scenes an screenplays based on songs, one who writes the perfect scene to go with different songs.  One who remembers lyrics, one who listens to lyrics, one who prefers listening to music while at home reading into the darkness of the night.

And writing while listening to music, which I am doing right now….”Suzanne….”

This year is lucky number 27 which I will tribute to the greatest and the no longer with us–

Janis, Jimi, Kurt…

In remembrance of the good old times driving down Sunset Blvd with the boys and their long curly hair, sitting in the back seat of the old Mercedes, too stunned to believe I had never heard of the good girls being bad or “Hey Hey What Can I Do,” blowing cigarette smoke out the window as it wound up the canyon, Home.



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Setting the Table & Dimming the Lights

How to host gatherings that encourage good conversation and being present in the moment, connecting guests with nature through food

Cocktail Party/Dinner Party/Special Event

It’s easier and more fun than you think!

Things to consider:

  • Number of guests
  • Reason for gathering
  • Budget

These will determine the appropriate:

  • Location
  • Theme
  • Setting
  • Decor
  • Ambiance
  • Lighting
  • Style-
    • More social or sit down location- One of the ways to kill a party buzz is trying to force guests who are having a social/mingling experience “sit down.”  Think it through: is it a social crowd?  Let them mingle with drinks and small plates rather than planning a sit down dinner
  • Table settings- for a seated dinner or high tops for a cocktail hour
  • Menu- a full meal or apps and bites; organic is best, if you can shop at your local farmers market you will be serving your guests the freshest seasonal ingredients and most likely will find produce so beautiful you can decorate your table with it!  Organic seasonal ingredients usually spark conversation with your guests and always taste better than conventional items that may have been picked weeks before and shipped to your grocery store from far away
  • Logistics- parking- street or valet; coat check- self or attended; name cards for seat assignments or open seating; name tags, audio/visual: PA system, projector; speakers for music or stage for live band; uniform for staff or all black attire or jeans w aprons, etc

Once you gather the facts and get to know your audience, as well as the expectations of your host, the fun part begins!

  1. Find your location
  2. Determine the appropriate tables and chairs for the space; high or low, long or wide, one table or many scattered, etc
  3. Create your menu concept- work with your chef or your recipe books and decide what’s the best fit for your event and your guests; is it more of a social gathering- finger foods and small plates are probably best.  Family style dinners tend to be more intimate than plated dinners- people pass platters around and help their neighbors get served.  People can take as much or as little food as liked or skip a dish all together and that’s usually the best for picky eaters.  Remember to be sensitive to dietary restrictions and always have plenty of vegetarian options on the menu (it’s healthier too!).  I always have vegan and gluten free options ready to go in the kitchen if they’re not already built into the menu, for ex, if it’s wheat, dairy and/or meat heavy
  4. Set the table.  I do this mentally first, sometime draw diagrams and always get started at least one week prior to the event (sometimes earlier depending on the volume of guests).  Have your materials for setting the table chosen, counted out and ready to go at least two days before the party so the day before can be spent setting the table and the day of reserved for flowers and decorations.  Giving yourself plenty of time to get ready will show in the final product and your guests will definitely notice the difference.  You will be relaxed and your party will look fantastic!  That’s proof that you have the event under control and you are ready for any surprises.  And trust me, there are always surprises!  Like too many guests and not enough chairs, or not enough guests and too many empty seats, or food is running late, or music is having a glitch, or the valet parkers didn’t show up, or the…you get the idea.

Setting the Table:

No matter what the occasion– pizza party, cocktail party, holiday party– here are the staples and the things to consider when making your choices:

  • Candles- always safer in glass
  • Flowers- I prefer rustic, natural and edible components for aroma as well as aesthetic
  • Flower vessels
  • Napkins- paper or cloth
  • Silverware- or goldware
  • Plates- for apps, salad, dinner; chargers or more casual
  • Glassware- must be clean and shiny; water, cocktail, wine
  • Objects- these are items that can add to your table’s appeal- wooden bowls, collectibles, etc
  • Serving platters- wooden, ceramic, melamine
  • Beverages- wine, sparkling, water, tisane, non-alcoholic cocktail, cocktails and mixers
  • Tablecloth or runner- wood au natural
  • Party favor/Gifts- the best are those that decorate the table setting that are meant for guests to take with them; handmade are more personal and people appreciate them more
  • Lighting
  • Music- live or not
  • Menu- always have something for guests to eat and drink upon arrival; apps, main, salad, dessert; family style, plated or buffet; meal or bites
  • Printed menu- execution, handwritten, illustrated, or professionally printed have very different affects
  • Decorations
  • Edibles
  • Serving ware- vintage or modern
  • Centerpiece- something natural is always best
  • Service- keep in mind the more guests you have the more service/help you will need; sit down dinner with plated courses or passed apps needs more service than family style dinner or buffet/stationary apps; and with the right amount of attention and execution, stationary apps can be just as beautiful as passed apps if you’re on a budget!

Some tenants to live by:

Interact with your guests– serve fun things like pizza that’s being made in front of guests, make cocktails right in front of guests, have someone using a hand crank slicer with prosciutto and passing it out

Make things– it’s more personal, fun, and your guests will appreciate it!

Use edibles– for as much of the table decorations and flower accompaniments as you can.  This will ensure that the items in arm’s reach of your guests hands, mouths and plates are safe to eat if ingested accidentally or on purpose.  Plus, the aroma of mint leaves mixed in with your roses will surely delight and surprise your guests.  You can use the mint in one of your dishes or desserts to enhance the affects of this nice gesture.

Screen Shot 2014-01-01 at 4.51.02 PMThis is the bed on the floor in the room with the pencil drawing of the broken hearted Ferdinand the Bull hanging on the wall, crooked, where I fell in love.

This is the room with collected objects and photographs on the desk, the bed unmade, and the mattress on the floor.

This room belongs to the skinny boy with the soft messy hair under the straw hat with the blue sash who rides his bike around the city and wears thin t shirts and paints.  Who furrows his brow, his almond eyes and long lashes look at you as you sip a cup of tea in the warm light of his living room, the girls at Tartine waving from the sidewalk below.

The girls at Tartine wait to see if he would like a cappuccino or a croissant as he waves down to them from the bay window in the third floor flat.  He shuts the door to the window and the draft carries down the hall into the bedroom where the drawing of Ferdinand the Bull awakens and lifts from the wall.

The Bull.  Wounded with an arrow in his side, nose and eyes turned down to his hoof, the sparkle in his eye dim, but always with enough light to let the prospect of love in.

We were two broken hearts.  So we laid in bed together until we unwounded each other’s hearts and formed a somewhat mended and manageable heart.

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Every late night spent together talking, laughing, smoking.  On the town, on the roof, in the bed.

People said, “Slow down, take your time.  Wait first before you jump in.”

I thought, “Every idiot can take their time and miss out on life’s greatest opportunities on Love, but not me, babe!”

Life is short and will tick by even if you want it to stop

so you can smell the flowers and make decisions.

Sometimes you have to trust yourself.  Even if you can only draw stick figurines to express your emotions:

on literature and memory…

“In at least one sense, however, all literature is civic action—because it is memory. All literature preserves something that otherwise would die away with the flesh and bones of the writer. Reading is reclaiming the right to this human immortality, because the memory of writing is all-encompassing and limitless. Individually, humans can remember little: even extraordinary feats of memory such as that of Cyrus the Great, king of the Persians, who could call every soldier in his armies by name, are nothing compared to the volumes that fill bookstores. Our books are accounts of our histories, of our epiphanies and our atrocities. In that sense all literature is testimonial. But among the testimonies are reflections on those epiphanies and atrocities, words that offer the epiphanies for others to share, and words that surround and denounce the atrocities so that they are not allowed to take place in silence. They are reminders of better things, of hope and consolation and compassion, and hold the implication that of these, too, we are all of us capable. Not all of these we achieve, and none of these we achieve all the time. But literature reminds us that they are there, these human qualities, following our horrors as certainly as birth succeeds death. They too define us.”


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Indian Summer

Very proud that my first piece has been published by Arizona State University’s literary magazine, Canyon Voices.  Please click on the link below to be directed to my submission, “Indian Summer.

Canyon Voices

*Please note that the work is in the genre of creative nonfiction despite its categorization in fiction by the magazine (small detail).  Also, there should be a page break between the scene ending with the Brazilian songstress and the scene opening with the young man and the dog.

Thank you and happy reading!

“Nonfiction writers do not make things up; they make ideas and information that already exist more interesting and, often, more accessible.” –Lee Gutkind