Tag Archive: Music


Happy Yule!

A festive little throwback, from a 2013 performance:

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

Over on my other blog, I made a list of dance-related blogs that I follow and enjoy, and think my readers would enjoy, as well.

So, here’s the partner blog to that one:
Blogs You Should Follow, Non-Dance Edition.

Adventures and Musings of An Arch Druidess

Druid Life

Mama Sheri’s Blog

Fiona Grows Food (this is, actually, the blog that brought me to WordPress)

The Templar Night

Ozark Pagan Mamma

Weeping Into Dance

In the Garden 

Katrina Labra

The Dancing Professor

Cassie Being Cassie (note: this blog is no longer current, see next link)

Devil’s Advocate (Cassie’s new blog)

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More bloggy goodness coming soon.

But not tonight.
I had a long, but awesome, night in the studio. I’m tired, sore, and kinda smelly.
And I need a beer.
Sprecher Black Bavarian sounds good.

Good night, friends.

Vote For Kamala Chaand Dance Company.

Kamala Chaand Dance Company is highly interested in investing time and money in a program called SEEDs, Self Empowerment Education through Dance.

SEEDs is a program for at-risk female youth that strives to give them body awareness and self awareness so that they are less likely to fall victim to poverty and abuse. In order to take on this venture, KCDC really needs a capital investment of a significant amount of money, we estimate $5,000 or more, to acquire the training to implement the program in our local schools.

Vote for us here, and help us gain funding for this venture.

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

Get Lucky Cover

 

There’s that brief moment, when you turn on a television, that you feel and hear the electricity snap to life. Or when you’re in an older house and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end when you flip a light switch or start the dryer. You can feel it in your stomach, and you can hear that high-pitched whine deep in your head.

That’s how I feel when I am around people.

Everyone has this – hum. It’s a bit like a vibration.
Well…. it’s like when you can hear a vibration (kinda like when your cell phone goes off).
It’s a little like how I imagine mediums see auras; it’s just there.

I don’t really recall when I first noticed it, or when I finally realized what it was. It just clicked one day that other people, especially the toxic kind of people, were affecting me more than I thought was necessary.

I’m a bit of an empath.
Happy people make me very happy.
Being around angry people sometimes makes me violently ill.
Sadness can easily throw me into depressive episodes.

I’ve learned to read, for lack of a better term, the hum. It helps me avoid certain people in order to keep myself balanced.

It’s a lot like music; it can make you feel very intense emotions.

So this hum is a song. Everyone has their own song, and it stays the same for each individual, but the intensity, the dynamic of the song changes based on current mood.

The hum hits me square in the chest.
An angry hum feels like I’ve been kicked.
A sad hum pulls me out of myself, like I’m drifting into fog.
A happy hum feels a bit like a hug. It’s warm and calm.

I get overwhelmed at events, sometimes, because there is so much chaos. I get a ringing in my ears from the ceaseless echo of voices. It takes a hell of a lot of concentration to not panic. I will generally gravitate toward one or two people and focus on them.

I can feel my own hum all the time. And when my hum harmonizes with someone else’s, it’s a great feeling. It’s like I have my own little orchestra playing.

My friends all have this in common – their hum plays nicely with my own. Sometimes, their hums match up with the others’, too. That is usually when I am most contented. There are some friends, though, that (while I love them dearly) I cannot have around each other. It breaks my heart, but it’s for my own good. It’s not even that said friends cannot be around each other. It’s just that the vibration is so mis-matched that it gives me a headache.

drums

Free music Monday!!!

Go here:

http://soundcloud.com/philip-george-thornton/bay-city-shimmy-fat-chance

 

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

Serenity

I sat on the dock, feet dangling in the water, a warm breeze blowing gently over the lake; it felt like  fingers running through my hair.

I could hear the water lapping against the dock and the shoreline, rhythmically sliding over the rocks.  Birds chirped quietly and the crickets were just starting to hum.
I recall thinking, briefly, that there weren’t any mosquitoes biting at me.

And the trees… oh, the trees. They danced on the breeze – especially the big willow in front of the new cabin, its branches swaying back and forth, almost touching the grass.

Strange, though, that no one else seemed to be out enjoying this beautiful day.
Usually, there are fishermen out in their boats, children playing in the sand,  families out swimming. It was remarkably peaceful.

I was totally at ease when I heard footsteps on the dock behind me and felt the dock rock a bit.
I really didn’t expect anyone else to be there.

We sat there, together. Our shoes tossed up on the grass and jeans rolled up to our knees. We shared a drink… Jameson & ginger ale. It was really, really refreshing in the warm air.

No words had been exchanged, just a shared glass and occasional splash.

As the sun started to drop, the terra cotta sky reflected on the lake. It was like an impressionist painting.
The crickets were  really going at it, I thought.
But then I realized that it wasn’t normal chatter. It was harmonious. It was lyrical.
They were playing for me.

I stood up and walked toward the cabin, and once my feet touched the grass, the music became louder, clearer. They wanted me to dance.

I found a flat section of the yard and took my position.
There was no choreography, no defined movements, just me, dancing with the birds and bugs and trees.
The willow tree swayed with me, caressed me as I twirled around it.

It was lovely, and freeing, and wonderful.

 

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.