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The beauty and torture and tedious agony of silence

For writers, there is no more bleak and dismal an emptiness than silence -- unsolicited, unnatural silence that "thwarts what struggles to come into being," as Tillie Olsen wrote in 1965, "but cannot".

The writer-dreaded silence is not the fundamentally necessary grief-silence or healing-silence, or learning-silence -- not Keats' agonie ennuyeuse. It's a miserable, uninvited guest in our brains; a Dante's hellion whose visits achieve nothing, produce nothing and leave nothing behind. During those silent times writers languish in mute despair as the "writing dies over and over again" inside of us and the pages of our history turn, blank after blank.

So when you see a writer writing furiously through the day or well into the night, don't disturb her. Let her enjoy a moment of your silence -- and be glad that she's not suffering through her own.

Imogen Heap plays "Wait It Out" | Video on TED.com

Imogen Heap plays "Wait It Out" | Video on TED.com



Frustrating to anyone with a heart and a sense of purpose - how something as simple and ridiculous as timing can be the difference between a world changed for the better and the tar pits of business as usual.

Robert Sapolsky: The uniqueness of humans | Video on TED.com

Robert Sapolsky: The uniqueness of humans | Video on TED.com



...and the theory of mind: How we think. How we think others think. And how we think about how others think about others.

Charles Fleischer insists: All things are Moleeds | Video on TED.com

Charles Fleischer insists: All things are Moleeds | Video on TED.com

Finally, someone who gets it. Charles Fleischer reminds us why we should carefully consider the people we name to the committees of people who name things (important things, like maps), and he shares his own version of math that everyone with a right brain will love - and probably understand.

Brave Combo delivers their 2009 Christmas Present: a holiday music collection with a Texas twist

When Brave Combo’s Arjuna Contreras handed me a copy of the band’s latest release last week, I knew I was in for an experience. I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to write an objective review about their Christmas Present -- a straight-up collection of holiday music with the classic Combo twist.

Talking about Brave Combo gets me all misty eyed and sentimental about my college days because many of my college nights were danced away at their shows in Dallas and around Texas.

Brave Combo hails from my college town of Denton, Texas, and around the turn of the 1990s, my college buddies and I were a part of their underground nuclear polka movement. Which beats the heck out of saying we were polka band groupies.

Heck, we were polka band groupies before polka band groupies were cool. Now Brave Combo has people like Bob Dylan appreciating their work and doing covers of their music (like “Must be Santa” on Dylan’s “Christmas in the Heart”).

To their credit, Brave Combo loves all of their audiences equally, as they have for the past 30 years. Keyboardist, guitarist, accordionist, and singer Carl Finch founded the band in 1979, and 31 records and 2 Grammy awards later they’re still making music that transcends audience genres and generations.

In three decades, Brave Combo has done more things to a polka than a husband might his wife of 30 years (but in a kind, connubial way) -- and that’s just for fun on the weekends. But one cannot limit the description of the band’s music to such narrow confines.

True, some of their songs sound like what might’ve happened if the Ramones had ever collided with a polka, but Brave Combo’s work stretches far beyond the boundaries of traditional classification. They’re more of a recipe: start with your choice of salsa, meringue, rock, cumbia, conjunto, polka, zydeco, classical, cha cha, or the blues. Add a whole lot of tempo, one appreciative audience, shake well, and voila: Brave Combo.

Like any nutritious diet rich in fruits and vegetables (Finch is a vegetarian), Brave Combo is best absorbed fresh and unprocessed. Their CDs are well-produced and fun to listen to, but they simply do not do the band justice. No, in my opinion Brave Combo should be devoured live, because that’s when they’re at their absolutely action-packed and unforgettable best. Course everyone who’s seen them live winds up buying their CDs so they can remember the experience (it’s like going to a circus and having a recording of it to take home with you).

If you can’t get to see them because you aren’t in Texas or don’t happen to be on their national parade route, hold tight. Every now and then Brave Combo will come to your house thanks to the wonders of modern technology, which they harness for live-streaming performances.

In the mean time you can familiarize yourself with their music by purchasing any one of CDs in their expansive collection -- all worthy of your attention.

I recommend you start with their latest release, Christmas Present....a compilation of holiday classics with a raucous twist, including a burlesque Bump and Grind version of Winter Wonderland; a samba-style O Christmas Tree; a We Three Kings cha-cha-cha; and the Must Be Santa song that Bob Dylan’s been busy making famous himself with a remake this year.

The first time I listened to the Christmas Present CD I thought, “Now here’s what Saturday Night Live needs for music this month." I’ve been singing along with it ever since.

Memories from the kitchen: the science of smelling and the stirring of deep memories

Charlie's note: WOW! What a thought-provoking piece are you about to read. This post --another splendid essay by guest blogger Dr. Ellen Weber -- is about the relationship between the 'nog and the noggin; between the scents and the sentient being. You'll find plenty of food for thought below (and links to even more good reading throughout the essay). Gentle reader, I give to you the art-of-scent....

AROMA'S PATH TO BRAINPOWER BOOST

by Dr. Ellen Weber

And oh how I love spices... I relish their rich aromas and flavors, which have summoned the gods... I am wooed by the earthy-dry-fruity-perfumy grassy-acrid-flowery-musky-woodsy pungencies that are sifted from nature and distilled by our imagination. (Charlie Fern ... Memories from the kitchen ...)

Who hasn't had a memory flash of grandma's kitchen when you smelled an apple pie? Or have you recalled a warm family gathering because cinnamon bun aromas send their flavors by to tease your nostrils? Memory magically reappears when you breathe in certain scents of soap, causing you to experience the flooding back of a forgotten holiday. Or when chemicals permeate the air, you may recall a specific workplace setting.

Even the smell of a funeral home evokes recollection, although not always one you'd choose. Simply put, smell stirs deep memories, increases brain chemicals such as serotonin, and alters emotions in the human brain.

Your sense of smell likely goes underrated, though, if as many people do, you use visual first to decode your world. A surprising reality, since smell enables you to gather key facts from any setting. Researchers affirm how different scents influence sensibilities - from well being to difficult decision-making. One recent study showed participants on a tight budget, who splurged on new clothing, when they smelled fresh chocolate chip cookies. Not exactly an ideal recipe for recession woes, as much as one perhaps to stoke an appetite for caution.

Sour as Lemon Juice or Sweet as Syrup?

The ability to smell offers an interesting dimension to life. One that could easily go unnoticed, in spite of the fact that humans distinguish more than 10,000 unique aromas. Is lunch today sour or sweet? Was that beverage bitter or salty?

Speaking of drinks, wine experts harnessed and identified many different categories of scents in an attempt to organize and standardize distinctive flavors in an aroma wheel for wine tasting. The idea was to provide a common language for odors rarely spoken of in similar ways.

It's still difficult to describe any aroma, though, and we tend to disagree on good or bad scents. Yet different flavors impact our brains in strikingly similar ways. Even if you don’t drink caffeine, for instance, aromas from coffee beans likely leave you with a sense of well being. The same is true for chocolate, vanilla, and scents from freshly baked bread. You may not be aware that the olfactory bulb near your nasal sinus connects to a cranial nerve, or that impulses sent to your brain’s temporal lobes create an aroma, but you'll often link scents to different reactions stored in your amygdala.

Research shows brains as better able to distinguish smells than previously thought. Scientists observed rat brains to identify coffee aroma effects on 17 genes in the brain. In addition they found that several brain proteins changed in ways that calmed rats under certain levels of stress. Furthermore some scientists suggest that caffeine aroma may be stimulant enough – even without drinking a cup of coffee.

Smell Can Cause Risk or Create Healing

About 3 million American lack a strong sense of smell through injury or age, and that impairment can lead to disaster. Smell something burning, and you’ll likely rush to turn a stove off, or unplug an empty kettle.

Smell gas and you’ll contact experts who can determine if your pipes have sprung a dangerous leak. Open the fridge and smell an odor in order to toss spoiled meats or clean out unsafe casseroles. Can you see where impaired smell can create hazardous situations?

Increasingly psychologists and other brain experts recommend aromatherapy, such as lighting candles or heating essential oils that stir emotions and inspire imaginations. Benefits of oils from sandalwood, peppermint, lavender and white fir, stretch from healing emotional upsets, to reducing stress, to increasing productivity. Not bad dividends for an average nose. Scents that trigger a variety of reactions from the brain, play key roles in healing people from horrific traumas. Through flavors that evoke positive memories, scents tend to bypass left brain thinking, and boost endorphins, that improve moods and alter right brain activity.

Research suggests several theories about how and why we crave some smells, repel others, since odors influence people differently. Yet experts generally agree that certain smells boost brainpower, through altered moods, and promote alertness while reducing stress. Could any aroma boost your brainpower today?

Dr. Ellen Weber is director of the MITA International Brain Based Center for renewal in Secondary and Higher Education. She is an author, blogger and columnist who shares her expertise with audiences worldwide -- through her writing, lectures and appearances on radio and television. Dr. Weber's experience includes extensive work in multiple intelligence research and teaching at the high school and university level. Dr. Weber is author of the eBook "MITA in the Classroom and Beyond." For more information, visit www.mitaleadership.com.

Memories from the Kitchen and Other Natural Disasters:

When Food and Friends Collide

Charlie's note: This is the latest installment in an informal and randomly solicited series of guest essays on food and drink (and the sights, sounds, smells and miscellaneous deliverables du jour). Here, the incomparable Nichole Brown talks about her own tastes and truths as they apply to both food and friendship.

by Nichole Brown

When I was growing up everyone I knew basically cooked and ate the same. No matter whose kitchen you were served from, the meal was likely fried, smothered and covered with creamy or buttery goodness. Fried pork chops smothered in gravy. Baked chicken and potatoes in creamy mushroom sauce. Fried okra, fried fish, french fries. Cubed steak in brown gravy with a side of creamed corn. Collard greens cooked with fatback slices and bacon grease. Buttermilk biscuits with butter and molasses. I could go on.

I’ll admit that I enjoyed every calorie and carbohydrate over the years. But when I developed a severe case of acid reflux in my thirties those rich, flavorful meals became my enemy. It’s impossible to adequately describe the burning sensation that slowly climbed my esophageal wall after eating certain foods. Instead of taking "the purple pill" as the doctor prescribed, I sought the advice of a nutritionist who introduced me to an entirely new world of eating.

After weeks of food journaling and experimenting to find out which foods triggered the reflux, I had to give up the Quaker Oats oatmeal packs I had for breakfast most mornings, the Stouffers and Marie Callender's frozen lunches, white rice, white bread, flour pasta, heavy sauces and creams. I now cook my own steel cut oats, make up quinoa recipes and gluten-free pasta dishes. The only food I fry these days is okra. I snack on seaweed sheets and rice chips; I even drink aloe juice.

Not everything I eat is super-healthy, but my food choices are worlds apart from what I used to eat. I’ve grown so accustomed to making healthier choices that I walk past the cookie and chip aisles without hesitation. Still, most people I know cook and eat the same way – except now we’re all healthy food nuts. We’re the Whole Foods, Trader Joe's, local farmer's market and health food store type, more prone to buy fresh fruit and veggies and organic and rBGH-free meats and dairy than processed. It's pretty much the norm these days.

At least that’s what I thought until my oldest friend visited me recently. What should have been simple tasks of making breakfast and lunch ended up being anything but. I went through my cupboards and fridge calling out food options, but she wanted none of what I had to offer. She nixed the steel cut oatmeal with raisins and walnuts. Gave an eye-roll to rice chips with seaweed. No to turkey burgers. No to roasted corn nuts. Wouldn’t even try the C-Boost fruit smoothie and Mango Lemonade. Aloe juice was out of the question, no matter how much I tried to convince her of its benefits to the digestive system.

I take some pride at the one meal she let me cook for her: scrambled (organic) eggs with cheese and turkey bacon for breakfast. Lunch was a different story.

For lunch, she asked for McDonalds, a hamburger Happy Meal, no less. And to make matters even worse, she went out to buy her own supply of potato chips, chocolate chip cookies and orange soda.

I honestly felt terrible that she didn’t like my food and tried to make amends by having dinner in Manhattan. I asked what kind of food she wanted to try, thinking of any number of options from Afghani, Brazilian, Ethiopian Italian to Jamaican, Mexican, Thai, Yemeni. She said Applebees.

*blank stare*

It was my turn to nix her suggestion. In a city with restaurants for every imaginable palate or dietary restriction – she wanted Applebees. Quelle horreur.

I’ve always believed that food brings people together. And eating is one of the most popular social activities. Oftentimes the kitchen is where a crowd gathers at a good house party. But this time, in my house, food created some kind of divide between me and my friend of 33 years. It’s the kind of rift that meant we couldn’t even deal with breakfast before she left to go home. I think we both knew it meant something different to the other. To her, it meant IHOP with pancakes and bacon. To me, Le Pain Quotidien with spinach quiche and fruit.

I learned several things that weekend: that she thinks I “eat weird stuff,” and I think she eats like an 11-year old; that she and I should never plan activities around food; that in my quest to rid myself of acid reflux, I had developed a discriminating palate; and that I had, in fact, become a full-fledged food snob, for which I offer no apologies.

Nichole Brown is the Associate Editor for Corporate Communications at Ogilvy & Mather, one of the largest marketing and communications companies in the world. Outside of work, Nichole dabbles in photography, studies French and samples the many culinary delights of New York City.

Memories from the kitchen and other natural disasters:

Advertising CEO's recipe for a happy home: One heaping portion of love

by Jim Mitchem

My mom is not a very good cook. She and my father divorced when I was about 3, and I later found out that he was the foodie. So I was raised by my mom and grandmother who are from hearty Irish-Scots-Welsh stock and raised on a series of casserole-type dishes that required lots of salt.

There aren’t any familiar scents that creep up on me and harken me back to a simpler, more wholesome time. We had bread with butter most nights.

There aren’t any secret family recipes that have been passed down for generations, once I found out that the fudge my grandmother made is available on the back of the Kraft Jet-Puffed Marshmallow Creme jar.

My wife once asked my mother about a beef and noodles dish that I raved about when I first met her. “I’d really love to make it for him, what’s in it?” she asked. My mom, a little surprised at the question said flatly, “Beef, noodles and salt.” She forgot to mention water for the noodles, and sometimes ketchup.

Another of the great food memories from my childhood was applesauce.

You get the picture.

However, what my upbringing lacked in quality cuisine, it more than made up for in love. This year my mother is spending Thanksgiving with us. Our kids have been bouncing off the walls in anticipation. What did we plan? Smoked turkey, a little cornbread, some beans and starches and pie. Very traditional fare. And while certain aromas from cooking may well take hold deep in the hippocampus of our children, one thing’s for sure - they’ll remember the love of a grandmother they rarely see. Because even though she was a lousy cook, she was a great mother. And even better grandmother.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Memories from the kitchen and other natural disasters: Charlie shares common scents from the kitchen, thoughts for food

I love food. I really, really do. I love going out to eat. I especially love restaurants like Joe T. Garcia's in Fort Worth (their amazing family-style traditional meal hasn't changed for generations, thank God); ChezNous in Austin, Texas; Celadon in San Diego; Sequoia in Georgetown; Pascal's Manale in New Orleans; China Grill in New York; The Red Fort in London; L'Absinthe in Paris and many other places that have created delicious food and splendid memories for my family and me (and perhaps some of you) for generations.

I love cooking, especially with friends and loved ones. I love being in other people's kitchens while they cook. I love trying new recipes. I love the smiles on people's faces when they approve of some new concoction from my kitchen.

I love collecting books about cooking from around the world. I love taking pictures of food. Bring me a beautiful plate of dinner and I'll snap happily away with my camera, whether I'm in a restaurant or at somebody's house.

And oh, how I love spices. In my last life I must have grown and sold spices, or lived along one of the ancient incense and spice trade routes, because I relish their rich aromas and flavors, which have summoned the gods and produced out-of-body experiences for as long as mankind's been eating.

I am wooed by the earthy-dry-fruity-perfumy-grassy-acrid-flowery-musky-woodsy pungencies that are sifted from nature and distilled by our imaginations.

In my own kitchen I have a spice rack on the wall and a spice drawer beneath it. Both are stuffed, sometimes 2 bottles deep, with pure, pungent and prized concoctions. My 4-year-old son and I have often wandered through this collection together, opening jars and tins one-by-one, smelling the contents, and discussing the flavor and use of each. In this way my son has learned about "pungent," "savoury," "sweet," "bitter," and the like...and we have also learned what we should and should not add to a pot or pan (sometimes the hard way).

Certain scents will always remind me of those times when he's climbed up next to me on his kitchen stool and "helped" me spice things up while I've narrated various cooking processes to him.

If music is what feelings sound like, then spices are what they taste like. A single taste can transport us back to a very happy or particularly poignant moment. Of course it can; the sense of smell is very closely tied to memory. I suspect that the two travel down the same neural pathways and wind up in the same grey-matter repositories. Combine the two - smell and memory - and you have the makings of some potent recollections. Last weekend my sister-in-law brought me some hand soap for the kitchen, and the pink sparkly stuff smells just like Christmas to me.

Every time I wash my hands, I am transported back to my family's home on Morningside Drive in 1972, the year that Santa delivered Sesame Street puppets and a "toy" Bissell for me, a red and white sleeping bag for my sister, and tie and a package of underwear for my father. Of course there was more to Christmas than those five gifts, but I was very young and apparently those particular images are tied to - and summoned by - the scent of Aline's Christmas soap.

During any holiday, any time of the year - my kitchen is bound to be a lively, happy science lab where we mix old and new concoctions. On rare occasions over the past decade our experiments have resulted in volcanic-like eruptions from the blender, flour-dust storms, a small fire or two and a landslide of laughs and good memories.

Once, my good friend Nidia and I tried to make tamales in my tiny kitchen in Washington, D.C., and the adventure was so unsuccessful that the only thing we were able to produce was a batch of steamed, gooey, meaty mud balls. After a call to Nidia's mother, we learned that our key ingredient was supposed to be corn meal and we looked at each other, both covered in corn flower, and fell on the floor laughing hysterically. That may have been Nidia's first and only failure in the kitchen, and her pride was like a souffle that had been taken out of the oven too soon.

Nidia is one of the best cooks I know - and I firmly believe that she needs her own Food Network show. That girl can make something really delicious and healthy out of anything, especially if you've got any chiles, cilantro or comino in the kitchen. She's got a supernatural talent for Southwest-style cooking, and she can whip up a pot of stew or soup that will cure any cold, flu or broken heart that comes to the table.

Music and food have another thing in common - they are both universal languages of sorts. We can communicate so much, so very well, through our kitchens and the wonders that are produced and delivered from them.

My neighbor, Karen, is a superb baker-ess, and she's been taking cake decorating classes one or two nights a week for a few months. I know this because I often open my front door -- or my mailbox -- and find the results of her handiwork wrapped up with a bow for me.

We make great neighbors: we both have 4-year-old sons, and we are both on our own at mealtimes a few nights a week.

She's one of the few people I can share left-overs with (and we regularly do). I suspect most neighbors would find it odd - or unsettling - if the frazzled and disorganized mom from next door stopped by to deliver a plate of left-overs and said, "Here, eat this so I won't have to throw it away in two days." But not Karen, bless her heart. These memories have been simmering with other thoughts and ideas, and as the holiday season unfolds here in the U.S., I hope to add more to the pot.

One of the things I'd like to add is a memory, or a recipe, or a food-related idea from you. I've made so many new friends and acquaintances over the past 12 months thanks to my work and the wonders of social media. I'd like to bring you all into the heart of my home -- my kitchen -- this year.

Won't you join me? Send me your favorite recipes, photos, ideas and memories from your kitchens. I'll post them right here from now until we run out of holiday time - or ideas. You can send them via comments to this blog, e-mail, or Twitter - @holidaymeals or @misscharlie.

Saturday afternoon at the Festival: Puppets, Poe, and the Peterson brothers blues band

Hand to Mouth Puppet Theater

2:15 PM Saturday

For the past 12 years, Hand To Mouth Puppet Theatre has been amazing thousands with the art of puppetry, performing at festivals, museums, clubs, schools, libraries, and in the middle of windy fields.

Robbie Lueth discovered puppetry in 1978 and began pursuing it with a passion.

Her studies of literature, drama and voice, as well as her sense of humor, have served her well in making the magic of puppetry come to life each time the lights go on. Puppeteer, painter, graphic artist, costume designer, and book illustrator Ellen Turner Scott has been an artist all her life. The variety of her experience makes Ellen a performer who amazes and delights audiences wherever she goes.

TexARTS Presents:

Selected works from Edgar Allen Poe

3:00 PM Saturday

In honor of the bicentennial of Edgar Allan Poe’s birth, the 2009 Texas Book Festival, in collaboration with the Harry Ransom Center, features a number of activities and performances that pay tribute to the great American poet, critic and author.

The children’s entertainment tent will feature dramatic readings from Edgar Allan Poe, including The Raven, The Black Cat, Spirits of the Dead, and excerpts from The Pit and the Pendulum and The Fall of the House of Usher. Don’t miss this exciting performance by TexARTS Association for Visual & Performing Arts’ Executive Director/Producer Todd Dellinger and members of TexARTS' Great Shakes Classical Repertory Theater - Spencer Carter, Patrick Mullarkey, and Katie Patterson.

The Peterson Brothers Band and Sean Kindred

4:00 PM Saturday

Trust me -- you’ll be surprised by the performance that this young band delivers. I watched a video of the band playing a Hendrix song at Rutamaya and couldn't believe my eyes and ears. The Peterson brothers (age 13 and younger) and two friends will play instrumental Blues, Jazz, Rock, Christian, Bluegrass and more during their performance - a fitting last act to send blues loving festival-goers off for Halloween festivities downtown.

The Peterson brothers are from Bastrop, Texas, and will perform Saturday as “The Peterson Brothers Band and Sean Kindred.” Their sound is a combination of down home Blues and a little bit of everything else that pleases the crowds.

The Lovely & talented Sara Hickman to play at The Texas Book Festival

Sara's on at 1:00 PM Sunday

(Children's Entertainment Tent)

Sara Hickman likes to write about things that pop into her head, like bowls full of stars and faithful hearts and birdhouses. She likes to sing and play guitar, too.

The lovely and talented artist has contributed a great deal to the world of music, with a repertoire that includes award-winning music and songs for children and adults alike. Whether you've learned about Sara Hickman through her music, her family, her causes, or her films, you know that her originality, creativity, and enthusiasm bring a fresh meaning to the well-worn phrase "living life to the fullest."

Wondering what to do this weekend? Look no further:

Here's the lineup for the Children's Entertainment Tent this weekend (posted again for your convenience) - I'll have more info about the performers later today!

Texas Book Festival draws a star-studded crowd to raise funds for public libraries

PBS TV stars, local celebrities and entertainers will serve up some serious fun in the Children's Entertainment Tent this year

Great causes have a way of bringing out the best in people, don't they? Nowhere is that more apparent than at the Texas Book Festival, where some of the nation's most intriguing authors and popular entertainers turn out year after year to celebrate the joy of books and reading -- and support Texas public libraries.

The festival runs every year around this time, and roughly 35,000 people descend on Austin to attend the two-day event, which raises money for our traditionally under-funded public libraries.

I've been involved with the festival in one way or another since it began, but this year I signed on for my most ambitious effort yet when I agreed to serve as Chair of the Children's Entertainment Tent in late August. I was tasked with finding, recruiting and booking enough talent to fill a two-day schedule of children's entertainment.

With a little luck and a lot of advice and encouragement, I whipped up a baker's dozen of incredible acts: 13 back-to-back performances running from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM on Saturday, October 31 and Sunday, November 1...emceed by two celebrity news anchors on Saturday and a nationally acclaimed star from musical theatre on Sunday.

On Saturday our little souffle includes a show by the wildly popular Biscuit Brothers at 1:00 PM (see below for details) and a smorgasbord of singers, songwriters and interactive performances before and after that.

I hope everyone will stop by to catch the last show on Saturday by the Peterson Brothers Blues Band. The brothers are two musicians, both under the age of 13 (one of whom plays no less than 6 instruments), and they will be joined by a couple of friends on bass and drums. I watched about 60 seconds of their performance at a local coffee house and knew they'd be a perfect way to wrap up the day. You won't believe the sound that comes from these kids and their band -- they'll give you a good send-off, especially if you plan on catching some blues entertainment later on downtown.

On another note...There's a fascinating twist in the lineup of this year's festival. In cooperation with The University of Texas at Austin's Harry Ransom Center, the Book Festival is weaving in an intriguing mix of activities to celebrate the 200th anniversary of Edgar Allen Poe's birth.

The children's entertainment tent will feature readings from a selection of Poe's works -- presented in child-friendly and dramatic style by Shakespearian actors from the TexARTS Academy for the performing and visual arts (and led by the astonishingly generous and gifted TexARTS Executive Director Todd Dellinger, who will also serve as emcee on Sunday).

I hope you'll come out and catch a few of these awesome acts ... which are FREE all weekend. These generous performers have donated a great deal to help raise money for our state's public libraries (whose already-strapped budgets have taken a beating during the nation's economic crisis). Some of the acts themselves are non-profit organizations, including TexARTS and the Biscuit Brothers, and they work hard to raise money for their own organizations.

Festival-goers can attend performances and support the performers in one simple and rewarding way: Stop by the children's entertainment tent and pick up a few early Christmas gifts for your little friends and loved ones. Many of the performers will have CDs, DVDs and other merchandise for sale during and after their shows.

I could go on and on about the great things you'll find at the Children's Entertainment Tent this year....in fact, I plan to. I'll be updating this blog throughout the week with more information about the incredible lineup this year.

Stars of Wildly Popular PBS Kids TV Show,

The Biscuit Brothers, perform at 1:00 PM Saturday

The Biscuit Brothers star in an EMMY Award-winning PBS kids’ music and education program that airs on KLRU-TV PBS Austin and on a number of other PBS stations across the United States. They also work outside of the studio, venturing off the Musical Farm to entertain live audiences with concerts that are wildly popular with children and draw

an impressive fan base of adults as well.

The Biscuit Brothers program was created by Damon Brown, Allen Robertson, and Jerome Schoolar, whose backgrounds in professional theatre, music and acting led to this successful collaboration. All three write and perform on the show, which is hailed for its originality and distinctly Austin style.

You won’t find much fluff or filler in these Texas Biscuits. With the help of a talented crew and professionals such as Jill Leberknight, who plays “Buttermilk” on camera, the team presents an entire landscape of lessons in the arts. They introduce new ideas to children with original songs, good humor and brilliantly crafted scripts (which cleverly conceal the fact that the show is educational).

The cast and crew are fearless when it comes to presenting complex material. They tackle everything from music theory to geography and tuba repair with aplomb, and they weave it all together into well-delivered, entertaining and memorable programs.

The program’s official mission is to introduce arts-related content to children with ideas that engage creativity and learning. A happy side effect of that work has been the delivery of a splendid repertoire of music that’s distinctly Austin, delightfully entertaining and undeniably worthy of a permanent place in your homes and hearts. The program captures all that’s best about children’s music and entertainment while teaching valuable lessons about life and the many ways we can bring harmony to it.

The Biscuit Brothers have a way with words and music -- and a habit of leaving audiences with the distinct impression that our world is infinitely better when we can Go Make Music together.

PS - be sure to check out the Biscuit Brothers' CDs and DVDs at the show. As the mother of a 4-year-old boy, I can say with some authority that their recordings will quickly become some of YOUR favorite items in your children's media library. Here's one of my favorites - a pure-genius musical interpretation of something South of the Border performed by Biscuits puppet character "Tiny Scarecrow." Cracks me up every time I watch it: Chickens playing bongos. (CAUTION: Addictive melody.)

Texas Book Festival features stars including singer/songwriter Joe McDermott Saturday, October 31

Joe McDermott: Noon

Joe McDermott has been obsessed with music ever since he was a little kid growing up in Chicago, the youngest of eight children.

"It all started out with a coffee can and a couple of drumsticks my dad gave to me. I think he was sorry he got them." His first gig was when he and his brother performed at a Harlem Globetrotters show. Five year old Joe played drums and sang "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" with his older brother. This amazing debut was arranged by their aunt who was organizing a hospital benefit. "We had medallions and everything - I wore the Sagittarius," Joe remembers.

All he wanted to do from that point on was make music and make people smile. His next big show was in the 4th grade, when he played drums in his brother's rock band.

As he grew, Joe's creative endeavors shifted for awhile to fine art and painting. While he learned to play guitar and played in rock bands, he moved to Austin and earned a Fine Arts degree from the University of Texas. Hoping to make it in the art world, he took a job as an art teacher at Athena Montessori. Five years later, he opened his own preschool, The Phoenix School, in Central Austin. Little did he know how this melding of creativity and immersion in early childhood education would lead to his future career as one of the nation’s top children’s music recording artists. "It’s amazing how it all evolved so organically. I’m not sure about fate, but it seemed there has been a guiding hand in this," Joe says.

In a rambling old Austin house, Joe and his wife ran the preschool in the front two rooms, and on the weekends played music in the back room studio with friends. Joe realized that children were an unending source of inspiration for songwriting. One year, he recorded a tape with the school children recorded as a Christmas gift for the parents. It was just a dabble into the world of children’s music, but the response was so positive, and his own experiences as a parent made songwriting for children an irresistible force.

Joe’s first nationally distributed CD, I Am Baby, won a Parents’ Choice Recommended Honor in 1998; and both Great Big World (2001) andEverywhere You Go (2003) won the esteemed Parents’ Choice Silver Honor Award. Joe was honored with his first NAPPA Gold Award for Everywhere You Go, which includes the Children’s Music Web Award winning song, "Baby Kangaroo." This song also captured a second place prize in the International Song Writing Contest, Children’s Division in 2005. In 2007, Joe released his fourth family music CD, Everybody Plays Air Guitar, which received a Parents’ Choice Recommended Honor. Many songs from all four releases are in regular rotation on XMKids Radio.

McDermott’s proficient songwriting abilities enabled him to compose music for children’s video games (Zombies Ate My Neighbors) and educational software. One project teamed Joe with Stan and Jan Berenstain, authors of the classic Berenstain Bears books. Impressed by Joe’s work, author Stan Berenstain enlisted him to adapt ten of their books to song. After working with Joe, Stan Berenstain said, "Joe McDermott is not only a magnificent songwriter, he’s also an absolute wizard at communicating with children through music." Many of Joe’s catchy songs have been arranged for orchestral performance, allowing him to perform with the Austin Symphony Orchestra and the Allen Philharmonic Symphony.

Children’s music is a full-time focus for Joe McDermott. "What I love about this genre is how open it is to expression." His artistic training helps him create visually rich songs that evoke emotions in "people of all sizes." He’s been called "The maestro of imagination" for his creative approach and appeal.