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Posted: 2009-11-24 00:00:00
Updated: 2009-11-24 09:48:31
Mood: happy
Listen to "Were-owl" for free by clicking open this blog entry and hitting "play" on the player below.
To read about "Were-owl" and to see the lyrics, visit this link: http://skinnywhitechick.bandcamp.com/track/were-owl
Enjoy!
Posted: 2009-11-13 00:00:00
Updated: 2009-11-13 09:30:38
Mood: loved
Taking a moment just now to appreciate anew how surrounded I am by family of the heart. I was raised by amazing, brilliant, loving people that I'll always be close to.
It turns out I'm still being raised by amazing, brilliant people who surprise me with the force of their love every day--it's just that there are so many more of them now, more than I ever thought my heart could hold.
Tuesday through Thursday morning, I was surrounded by K's wonderful family--I hadn't realized until this week that there was a part of me who still didn't feel she belonged there, not quite. That's all gone now. I know that I'm theirs. Part of it comes from the loss we share now, certainly. In Mike's sweetheart Jackie, I have a kickass sister of the heart in Oklahoma, for life, who's asked me to please come and visit, regardless of the fact that the person who was our shared connection is gone. Without the chosen lack of paperwork to confirm such things legally, K's mother told me yesterday that she considers me her daughter-in-law, and that she refers to me that way in conversation. K's dad and I have always gotten along, and even if he hadn't worked on my truck bunches of times and played a show with me twice now, I'd still think he's awesome. But he lent me his guitar for the memorial service. It must be something about getting to play his Martin for two days, and watching him enjoy me playing his guitar, that banished the last traces of feeling like I didn't belong. Call it a guitar player thing. Laugh if you like. It was my mother's guitar that I first played, and it was my own father, gone five years now, who first made sure I ended up with a guitar of my own in my hands.
I woke this morning in Florida, in a deliciously comfy bed provided by Pagan phamily of the best kind--we're all long overdue for actual hangout time together, too. There's so much sunshine outside right now that it seems illegal. My host's daughter J. assures me that Florida has a whole bunch of sunshine. I'm looking forward to feeling its positive effects on my general self. I'm looking forward to music and laughter all over this house. I'm looking forward to recording in the guest room. I'm looking forward to sleeping in the same place for several weeks, for the first time in a long time. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving dinner outside, under the live oak tree--Amy plans to hang it with lights for the occasion.
Tonight I will perform once again with two amazing women who are undeniably my sisters, by heart and spirit and song if not by blood, who share and laugh and dream with me and improve my life every time we get together, who sing with me without hesitation, whenever they can.
And that's just this week. There are so many more facets of this tribe I'm in, all over the world, each of them strong and proud, each of them different from the last and just painfully awesome. You all know who you are.
All I can think right now is this: how did I get so very, very lucky?
Good luck to each of you, in finding and keeping and enjoying your own motley, genuine family. May it be as vividly colored and as far-reaching as mine. May it fill your heart to bittersweet bursting; may it delight you and teach you and challenge you and lift you up, always.
Today marks ten months since my surgery, by the way. **LOVE**
Posted: 2009-10-01 00:00:00
Updated: 2009-10-01 11:20:49
Mood: happy
Click the player below to listen to "September's Rhyme", the first in a collection of new songs inspired by good stuff I've found or been involved with on the internet.
Posted: 2009-07-12 00:00:00
Updated: 2009-07-12 16:35:20
The Colorado Springs show at CSL Friday night was fantastic. Just fantastic. We had between 70 and 80 people there, all of them dear and fun! Gypsy, K, and Duncan helped me set up the space and make it sexy--we had candles and our own lighting, as well as strategic placement of greenery. I've performed in this place before, but this time my three-man crew proudly and sweetly whipped up some ambiance above and beyond the call of duty. The crowd was equally gorgeous, and they brought out the best in me.
Setlist:
Ravens in the Library
Girl with the Lion's Tail
The Truth About Ninjas (by uproarious request)
The Pixie Can't Sleep (was interesting, in a good way, fighting the altitude to get this one right)
Daughter of the Glade (glorious. I'm very happy with how this turned out this time)
Carousel (also very happy with how this turned out, even though I had to take some extra breaths. It's a trip singing 4,000 feet higher than I was singing on Tuesday night)
Salad of Doom (with bonus K and bonus microphone sharing shenanigans. I think we may have to work that in permanently!)
Cross-section (with sneaky guitar tuning and then sneaky guitar percussion)
Goddess ("She totally knows!" I dunno who it was who hollered it, but it really made me smile)
Were-Owl (everybody seems to love him. I'm still getting compliments)
Lover's Aria (I felt like I'd forgotten how to breathe, but it was a good performance)
Shangri-La (Not quite as perfect as Tuesday night, but damn good. Being up on a stage in lights again helped me get in character.)
Firebird's Child (it is good to have a Gypsy who will lend you his beautiful djembe for one song!)
Afterwards, there was lots of signing autographs and hugging, with Gypsy and Duncan acting as my CD table gods, and then K did a solo fire show. Tony Kisling ran the music for us, Gypsy was our rockstar fire safety, and we had Manfred and several lovely ladies acting as Moth Patrol between the fire and the crowd. Kevin spun poi, staff, and fire daggers with aplomb and with lots of tumbling.
For those of you who were wondering why I did not spin that night, I've discovered that I really need to not give both a concert and a fire show on the same evening. Not doing both at once on only my second full day in Mile High Country is twice as wise. I've learned that I can't give my all to a fire show if I'm already completely worn out from singing for an hour and a half. Nor can I give my all to my concert if I'm saving up energy to spin fire. Also, set changes and costume changes between the two shows really take longer than is practical, as we can rarely have the music and the flames in the same space--we have to move the sound gear outdoors to the safe fire location, K and I have to change clothes and stretch, all of this takes time. It makes me sad, because I like being a superhero (and of course I LOVE spinning fire), but it's just better for everyone if I don't kill myself in the act of being fabulous. Maybe if I can get a good balance going in the future, this will change for the better and I can do both in one night again. I would like that, but only if I don't end up working myself past my limit, sore and useless when it's over.
Instead of spinning I ran the fuel depot, tending all of K's props for him, kept an eye on the crowd along with our brilliant moth patrol volunteers, and I got to watch my boyfriend work his magic, with nearly all of my attention and almost entirely unencumbered, for the first time in a long, long time.
Ladies and gentlemen, you already know how I feel about Kevin K' Wiley.
I am blessed to be beloved of a sexy, sexy man.
I am so grateful for the chance to see him dance and set his *** on fire without having to worry about my own performance, for once.
It is a luxury I am rarely afforded. I got to revel in it that night.
Saturday night in Superior at Super Joe was sweet and short. I performed for an hour, which seemed to fly by, and I had to push a bit more than I like to. Part of this was due to the fact that I was competing with espresso machine noise (never fails)...Part of it was that I'm a bit higher above sea level this weekend than I was on Tuesday and Wednesday. As Vixy says, blame it on the altitude. In spite of my struggles, more than one audience member said things to me like "thank you for a flawless concert," and over pizza after the show I got toasted by my peeps, particularly [info]k_sada , for a kick-ass performance. All weekend I've gotten to see and thank and hug people I haven't seen in a really long time (including my guitarist friend Tom Demask, perhaps the best surprise of the night--"you just keep getting better every time I see you. I mean, wow!"), and therefore what I think of as my foibles don't matter at all. I'm happy right now, and so it's the perfect time to post.
The Pixie Can't Sleep
Things We Said Today/Ain't No Sunshine (cover)
Ravens in the Library
Cross-section
Goddess
Tough Titty Cupcakes
Upon Finding Myself (cover - Bekah)
Manticore's Lullabye (with spontaneous backing vocals by the espresso machine)
Don't Get My Hopes Up
Were-owl
Cheshire Kitten
Girl with the Lion's Tail
Alligator in the House (there were a lot of kids in the crowd last night who really loved this, as they often do. I dedicated it to Toby, and also to Avery and Kris and Manda, and the young brothers Klink obligingly hammed it up throughout the song. My heart is full.)
Posted: 2009-06-19 00:00:00
Updated: 2009-06-19 10:58:23
Mood: hopeful
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SoulFood Books is the site of most of my very best concerts in the Northwest. It's the first place anyone heard "Alligator in the House" live in concert. Please go and show your support to Clint, Sara, and the rest of the 'tribe. Let them know you want them to stay. The concert runs all day long, so you don't have to give up any other plans to get there. If you can't make it at all, there's a very handy donation button at the above link. Thanks, everyone.
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