Music has been my breath, an extension of my will, my constant companion, my lover, my mother, my child. My mom says I was singing with the church choir when I was six months old. I became obsessed with the guitar when I was three and began to play one when I was four. It […]
All hail the Fool, the wild one, the strange one, the one we dismiss . . . the one who seems so lost. Spring is the season of the Fool, definitely. Innocence, new beginnings, being deeply alive. Being so in awe of the return of life–the budding trees, the little flowers popping up, all the
Magic is a troubling topic, largely because it’s so loaded with unrealistic associations. Magic is not flying through the air on broomsticks and turning people into newts. The Lore is rife with stories about just such occurrences, but we have to take them with both a grain of salt and an open mind. Here’s what
Several people around me are writing songs, composing music, writing poetry, much of it seemingly spontaneous, and I’m . . . not. A wee little part of me leftover from decades ago is just a bit rattled, because creativity is part of my identity, part of who I believe I am. If I’m not creating,
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For a culture so obsessed with music, we sure don’t play much of it. This appears to be largely a Western thing, and possibly overwhelmingly an American thing. We are surrounded by a near-continuous stream of music, from the radios in our cars to the canned music at the grocery store, gas station and coffee
Music is Medicine. Oh, not the pharmaceutical kind where you pop a tune and it puts a band-aid over your symptoms but you gain 10 pounds and you have lots of dry mouth but no orgasms. Not that kind of medicine. It’s the kind of medicine that you get from a Shaman, who shakes a
I sing to my clients. I sing to call in guides and angels, or to connect with their higher selves. I sing because it seems more powerful to me than just speaking the words. And my clients tell me it makes what I do seem so mystic, so special, so magical, so holy. But when
I fell in love with the guitar when I was three years old. My parents let me stay up late to watch the Smothers Brothers one night, and the minute Tommy Smothers walked out with that big blonde Guild of his, I was hooked. “What is that?” “That’s a guitar, honey.” “Can I have one?”
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I haven’t been camera-shy my whole life; I have been camera-phobic. Terrified of having my picture taken, not because I was afraid I’d lose a piece of my soul. I just didn’t want to see how I looked. Like many women, I am my own worst critic. Used to be when people said they thought
Musicians spend a lot of time in The Now. We drop in to Now-time every time we bring our heads and our hands together, even when we are performing. Once in a while, we reach an altered state and the lights, the mics, the direct boxes and amps and audience and everything fades into mist,
