Okay, so tonight I can only offer you a very valuable piece of advice. If you EVER are within striking distance of an Annie Moses Band concert, do yourself an incredible favor and get thyself into thy car and drive to the concert. And get there early. You will thank me.

That's where I was tonight. This is a Christian family of six children, all consummate musicians, who perform music to the glory of God. They sing and play a variety of stringed instruments in a style they have pegged Chamber Pop (a style of their own invention, I take it, but doesn't it sound enticing?). Ages 12 - 26, the three eldest having attended Julliard. Go to http://www.anniemosesband.com/ and check out some of their music. You can also Google them and see little video clips, which of course doesn't do them the same justice as seeing them live. I had never heard of them until my sister informed me -- her children attended an AMB camp a few summers ago. She tried to tell me how great they were, but I couldn't completely grasp it. Well, tonight I grasped it . . . completely. Apparently I am behind the times because LOTS of people have heard of this band and the place was packed, 2,000+, full house. They have been featured on PBS and will be again in March. So, of course, they are getting the exposure and they have been touring for 8 years, the younger sibs growing into the group.

Well, if I go on and on, it can't be helped. My mother trained my sister and me to marvel gladly and well at genius, and Annie Moses Band is nothing but a bunch of genius, plain and simple. Remember how I said a few days ago that I delight in experiencing mega talent, to see how interestingly God has done certain things? Wellll, this fits that bill . . . BIG TIME. And this is fun music played by fun young people who have what you might call charisma . . . BIG TIME.

One little tidbit. Seated across the aisle from us was a family of six children, ages 1 - 12. How 'bout that? We were all there an hour before the concert started and these children, the younger ones, had severe cases of ants in their pants. KEM, not one to sit mum when interesting things are happening about, found out that these children were taking viola and cello and what-have- you lessons. These kids were rapt once the concert started. After the concert I was standing around the CD sale table, snooping things out, of course, and I saw the mother of these small six children taking their pictures with the Annie Moses family. Well, really, it all sounds very inspirational to me.

Okay, I've done my good deed for the day. If you forget you ever heard of the AMB, don't blame KEM.

On this very happy note, I shall now go indulge in Monks' Raisin Bread with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on top. I needed to send a loaf of Monks' to CDW, as she was so curious, never having heard of it until my blog. Of course, I wanted to send her Monks' White Bread so she could experience manna in the wilderness, as I did as a child, by toasting it and buttering and honeying it. But, alas, I cannot find Monks' White Bread. So I told her she should have to pretend that Monks' Raisin Bread was fancy manna, reserved for the Sabbath. I hope that wasn't too sacrilegious. Well, she got her bread in the mail and as it turns out, we were both eating raisin bread at the same exact time. I was eating it one afternoon because I had bought her a loaf from two weeks ago, but couldn't get my little act together to fix up her box and mail it. So, I didn't want to send stale bread, horrors, no, so I had to break open that bread for myself and buy her a fresh loaf. Well, I was eating my toasted raisin bread with butter the other day and no sooner had I finished than I read CDW'S email that she had just gotten her bread and eaten it as an afternoon snack with her boys, toasted with butter AND cinnamon and sugar. Well. Isn't that just like clever little CDW? Always a step ahead of KEM. So, today I already had Monks' Raisin Bread with cinnamon and sugar, two slices, and now I am going for two more because the first two were so rushed before the AMB concert. What good is it, I ask, to rush cinnamon toast? Monks' slices are smallish.

Delighted,
KEM