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This picture is amazing. Do I cheer for USA and Brooks? or Canada and Crosby? Or does my head explode upon seeing Malkin and Ovechkin playing together on the same team? Well, all the boys start playing tonight, in the Men’s Preliminaries. So, I have a few hours to prepare. http://www.vancouver2010.com/olympic-schedule-results/ Go Penguins Hockey!
I was in Key West, Fl taking a break from the snow and ice. I stumbled into my favorite KW bar the Green Parrot, http://www.greenparrot.com/ Where live music and serious drinking is always going on. The band on this Valentine’s Day won my heart Suenalo, they were so smooth and funky they even got my brother to dance, normally no ammount of booze can do that.
It’s tough to encapsulate the sounds
of a city into one medium, let alone an 11-track disc. However, through the mixture of Colombian cumbia, Cuban rhythms, Caribbean steel drums, good ol’-fashioned rhymes,& melodic vocals, Suénalo smacks any wannabe jam band right in the grill with its multi-cultural sabor on this debut album.”
By Sire Esquire / Miami New Times
Sire puts it best, check them out. I think you will enjoy them. http://www.suenalomusic.com/home.htm
I took some pics at the show I will post those soon, well as soon as my memory card has been recovered…
“There are some days when no matter what I say it feels like I’m far away in another country & whoever is doing the translating has had far too much to drink.” — Story People (via daniellekiemel)
“Probably it would be unwise to say too much about my job. After all, any “artist” with a profession is bound to have an ambivalent attitude towards it: one loves it sometimes for not being one’s art, and hates it sometimes for the same reason. I don’t think that, if one needs money, being an artist is sufficient excuse for shirking the job that feeds one, and I try to do mine conscientiously for that reason alone….The best thing to do is to try to be utterly schizoid about it all – using each personality as a refuge from the other.” — Philip Larkin on having a day job (via austinkleon)
I was 19. Sitting in a room of grown men, professional musicians. Shaking like a leaf on a tree, I had prepared for this moment for months. I took a deep breathe and started playing, the room lightened I could feel each of them smiling. The warmth in my cheeks from blushing was relieved my nerves settled momentarily and I started singing. I was playing Yesterday by The Beatles classical guitar style on my brand new Martin. hitting every note and aware of it. Slowly each of them joined in, singing along. If I said this wasn’t one of the greatest moments of my life I would be lying, it was. I finished the song and looked up. I knew then I would be the first female guitar major at the University, and I was. I picked up my guitar yesterday. Can’t play a note from a single song. I lost it. It was in there, I hope it’s still in there. If it is i’ll find it.
I really wanted a ciggarette today, All of the sudden out of nowhere. Strange how that happens. I am going to start writing more, A little everyday. I feel like the writing helps me organize my thoughts and clear my head. Sometimes though, I feel like I am so lost in my head I can’t even bring my self to pick up a pen. I can’t even start typing because the moment I do the thoughts will scatter like rodents when you turn on the light to your downtown studio apartment. Then it’s impossible to lure them back out. You can’t set up a mouse trap for your thoughts. They come and go as they please. Thoughts and emotions both ephemeral. Two things we will never control. I love how hard we try to control them. You can’t decide who you love, you can’t decide when an image of them pops into your head. You sure as hell can’t control how they feel. Normally a fan of all things transient, and impermanent. Not today, not right now. Not when it comes to my thoughts or the loss of my thoughts I should say.
So this is me, starting to collect and focus. Into some writing, something productive. For someone that can at times be verbose, especially after a few pints. I’m mute when it comes to any meaningful, profound thought. This changes now.
“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?” —
Hunter S. Thompson (via louobedlam)
I refuse to just exist!