Category: Music


Happy Yule!

A festive little throwback, from a 2013 performance:

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I was in a music video!!!

Hey, folks! I was in a music video!!!! Check it out!
I’m pretty excited about this; it was my first time (ever) being on film.

Everyone I worked with was pretty amazing – Tana is one of the coolest women I have ever met.

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/110668594″>KATANA DA DON – GRIM</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/lkhllywd”>Marlee MacLeod</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

Director – Paul von Stoetzel
Producers – Paul von Stoetzel/Killing Joke Films & Bridget Cronin/Pounding Heart Multimedia
Editing & FX – Marlee MacLeod/HyperFocus Productions

BadAsses

D&T

Dance

Dead

Headshot

Shot

Surrounded

zombies

Say Something

I really don’t know which version I like better. They both have so much emotion and intention.
Christina adds quite a lot with the harmony, but the solo version seems that much more… desperate.

I enjoy them both, quite a lot.

 

Beats Antique – Free Download

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Free music Monday!!!

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To get a free download of Phil Thornton’s Bay City Shimmy (FatChance mix). This is a limited-time offer; don’t miss out.

So, so tired…

KCDC danced at the Women’s Drum Center Red Tent event last night, then we had 3 hours of classes.
The event was a really empowering thing to be at. The space was warm and welcoming, the ladies were really good at drumming. The only kick is that… well, as dancers, we feed off the music. But as drummers, they were feeding off of us. It lead to a rather dramatic super-fast drumming session – too fast me me to keep up.

Still, it was really great to be a part of that.

———————-

Thankfully, hubby simmered down and apologized (with tacos!)

He admitted that he was being irrational, but was very good about letting me know that he has boundaries regarding our home. I totally respect that.
We made a deal that I would not have *a* friend (meaning one, regardless of gender, but parties are ok) that late at night. I can definitely handle that. He’s cool with me hanging out with individuals, but he needs our home to be his haven.

Communication is a huge problem for us. Really, I’d say it was our only problem.
When he gets frustrated or angry, he shuts down.
I, however, need a good cry and then “together” time.

We just process differently.
But we’re working on it.

4 am tacos are great. 4 am apology tacos are better.
But… I was up at 4 am to eat tacos, then we watched Scream 3 and went to bed around 7.
I was up at 12.
I have to dance tonight.

Oh, and I shoveled the sidewalks yesterday, so my back hurts.

::sigh::

Power nap it is!

So, my brain has been a little overwhelmed.
Maybe it’s overheating or something.

I have been busy. Very busy.
We’re in the heart of St. Pat’s season (I’m involved with the organization that puts on the parade here in St. Paul). We’re doing our fundraising, holding events and whatnot.

And I’ve been dancing a bunch.
Like, 4-5 days a week – occasionally more.

And I just got the “girl flu”. So my body hates me.

But last night was weird. And I wonder if it’s all the stress.
But, then again, maybe it’s something else.

I had a strange dream.
I was standing in a museum (note: I haven’t been to a museum in years). I couldn’t actually tell you what was around me, because I could only look, and move, forward.
I could hear the sound of my footsteps on the marble floor. The sharp, almost exaggerated,  click-click-click-click that you would hear with hard heels – like stilettos, which I was not wearing; I think I had flats on.
As I walked through the sections, there were pieces of art, collections of bones, dioramas of civilizations past. I recall the feeling of being sent back in time – not totally unlike the feeling I got every time I have ever been in a museum or when I watch a well-made documentary, or read a great book (fiction or not).

When I finally reached the end of the hall, which seemed to go on forever, by the way, I had to choose left or right.
To the left was a brightly-lit hall with an orange door at the end.
The right was not as bright, but had these really cool sconces on one side of the hall (the left side). Each sconce held a different colored candle – Red, Green, and White.
Each candle had a symbol on it – waxing moon, full moon, waning moon.

The door seemed old.
It wasn’t steel or wood. It may have been resin or stone.
It was cold and rough.
And it was plain, save one feature.

At about chest level was this:

Seriously, you have no idea how long it took me to find this image.

Seriously, you have no idea how long it took me to find this image – which is not exactly what I saw, but pretty darn close..

 

There was no handle on the door. No hinge, no window.
It was just a wall.
Or so I thought.

I ran my fingers over the image, feeling the deep grooves where it had been carved in.
Like something out of Indiana Jones (yes, I watch too much tv), the figure on the right pushed in and the door slid open.

And I found…
Nothing.

The space was empty, but it was warm, and there was a light shining from above. It was a soft light, glowing and catching little flecks of dust and whatnot as it floated through the air.

Looking around, there were glyphs on the walls, nothing I can truly remember, but figures and pictures – just like in documentaries.

Someone had obviously been here before, there were marks on the floor: foot prints, shoe prints, skids. It looked like animal tracks, too, large and small ones. They seemed to walk around the room in  a circle, so I followed the path. It spiraled, from the door around the room and in toward the center. As I walked, I could here music – it was a song I knew (I figure this fit into the dream because I had recently found it on youtube and added it to my favorites list).

At this point, I don’t know if my rational brain was taking over, or if I was still exploring.
I swayed to the music as I walked, and felt the warmth of the room envelope me.

I hadn’t noticed it before, because maybe it wasn’t there, but in the center of the room, there was a small stone. It was so covered in dust that I couldn’t tell it’s real color. I knelt down to pick it up and found that it was smooth and warm and it hummed.
I could feel a slight vibration, a rolling sensation in my palm.
I stroked the stone, which was only about the size of my palm, and cleared away the dust. As I cleaned it, the vibration became more intense, the sound – a low, rolling sound – grew louder. It wasn’t loud, really, it just became more audible.

I blew the rest of the dust off and looked at the onyx stone. There were slight green and gold flecks in it. It was like I was holding stars in my hand.

I sat down, in the center of the room, and pondered this little galaxy I had found.
Was there life?
Was someone or something looking up wondering if I was a god looking down upon them?
Was this just a really cool rock?

I swayed with the music, gazing into the sparkling stone, humming with it.

I began to feel very tired, so I sat myself in a meditation posture and closed my eyes, cradling the stone in my hands. It felt so warm and soothing.
I may have nodded off, because the next thing I knew, there was a feeling of pressure on my leg. Like being poked by small fingers.
As I opened my eyes, I found a small cat sitting in my lap, kneading my thigh. She looked up (I don’t know if it was actually a ‘she’) made a circle in my lap and plopped down, purring softly.
She wore a gold collar with a little black stone hanging where a bell might normally be. She had electric green eyes that occasionally glanced at me, as if to tell me that I shouldn’t stop with the pets or scratches.
And we just sat there, listening to soft music and enjoying each other’s company.

My Banshee; she only cuddles with me.

My Banshee; she only cuddles with me.

Just Give Me A Reason

Oh. My. Gawd.
This song is lovely.
And the male vocalist is Nate Ruess, the singer from Fun. – he compliments her so well.

 

I’ve been getting a boatload of free music.
I mean, A LOT of free music.

Noisetrade and Paste Magazine offer a HUGE selection of music from new/rising/emerging artists.
It’s pretty easy to search, and you can listen to the entire song before downloading (unlike other places that only give you a 20 second snippet). You only give your email and zip code, and they email you the download code. I get an email once every other day or so telling me who the featured artist/album of the day is.

There’s an awesome option to donate, too, if you feel like supporting these pretty talented people.

Go, check it out.
I’ll be here when you get back.

(Newest download, btw)

 

According to Wikipedia (and other online sources)
“Imbolc or Imbolg (pronounced i-MOLK or i-MOLG ), also called (Saint) Brighid’s Day is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of spring. Most commonly it is held on 31 January–1 February, or halfway between the winter solstice and the Spring equinox.

In Christianity, 1 February is observed as the feast day of Saint Brighid, especially in Ireland. There, some of the old customs have survived and it is celebrated as a cultural event by some. Since the 20th century, Celtic neopagans and Wiccans have observed Imbolc, or something based on Imbolc, as a religious holiday.”

A Christian prayer to St. Brigid
Saint Brigid
You were a woman of peace.
You brought harmony where there was conflict.
You brought light to the darkness.
You brought hope to the downcast.
May the mantle of your peace cover those who are troubled and anxious,
and may peace be firmly rooted in our hearts and in our world.
Inspire us to act justly and to reverence all God has made.
Brigid you were a voice for the wounded and the weary.
Strengthen what is weak within us.
Calm us into a quietness that heals and listens.
May we grow each day into greater wholeness in mind, body and spirit.
Amen

From “The Unicorn Garden”

“BRIGID
In the Scottish Highlands and Islands the rebirth of nature is celebrated on Candlemas, or St Bride’s Day on 1 February. The tradition has weakened but the same feast has been celebrated since time immemorial. At its height, bonfires were lit on hilltops and there would be a festival with some young maid crowned with candles and honoured in Brigid’s stead. Candles were lit in every window and homes in the Isles were decorated with early flowers and greenery. Bride’s Crosses or Wheels were woven from corn and hung around the house.

Women would also make a crib with a mattress of corn and hay. They called it Bride’s Bed and into it they tucked under a blanket a straw doll representing Bride, and beside her a wooden club. The crib was laid near the door surrounded by glowing candles. Food and drink were laid on the table and a decorated chair set by the hearth. Then just before they went to bed, the women of the house would call out three times: ‘Bride is come, Bride is welcome!’ Or they would go to the door and cry out into the night for Bride to enter their house.

On the morning following Candlemas, everyone would search the ashes of the hearth, hoping to find an impression of Bride’s club. If they did it was the sign that they would have prosperity and a good crop in the coming year. The weather that day was also watched closely because, as the old saying has it:

If Candlemas day be fair and bright, Winter will have another flight.
If Candlemas day be shower and rain, Winter is gone and will not come again.”

This, actually, makes me pretty happy. We got a fair amount of snow yesterday. Hopfeully, this means we should have an early spring.

I like to look up prayers to Brigid, both Christian and Pagan. Seeing the devotion of others is comforting to me.
But I have my own little prayer. It makes me feel like I am connecting on another level.

Sweet Brigid,
I light this candle for you.
As the flame burns, so does my devotion.
You are strong, and thus am I.
Through you I shall love as you love,
help those who cannot help themselves
and care for the weak.
I will do good as is right.
Blessed be.

It isn’t always word for word, but the message is always the same – Love on another, show compassion.

This weekend was a BIG deal for me.
Not only was Something Tribal a big production for my troupe but I was recently “promoted” to assistant director of KCDC. So I was representing myself as a dancer and a Sohalia Tribal troupe member, but also as a KCDC troupe member. I danced with my Sohalia troupe AND with Tasha & Wendy at the big Gala show. It was exhilarating and awesome.

Opening Act

KCDC & Wendy Allen