Thursday, February 28, 2008

Flight of a winged Heart

Thank you everyone for sending your beams of love, light and healing! They have reached the icy shores of Jake Hollow and the warmth of your hearts melted the snow and your Big Medicine of Love restored Aim Me's health!
"Every little cell in my body is happy.Every little cell in my body is well!"- It works!!
Well, this has given us some time to create press & posters for the Mighty Kindness Earth Day Hootenanny April 19th! It's going to be powerful fun! Tell yer friends...
We have also been doing research and finalizing the Mariposa Project- workshops for women who are survivors of abuse. We came across a new Heroine! Go check out http://www.angelshelton.com/. Watch the videos of her speaking engagements-amazing! She is a documentary filmmaker/screenwriter/ex-model/actress and true Goddess.
We are in mixing heaven and feeling really good about the CD. It's a journey of release & hope.The returning of the light after the eclipse(did you see the eclipse?..wonder full). It's going through the dark tunnel to reach the Light.
We have decided on the songs & order...
Wild Darling
Waterfall
Bird called Hope
Chantepleure
Ramanama
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
53 Years
L&N
Bowling Green, Kentucky
Learn to Love
Root
What If?
Dream to Wake

We still aren't sure what to call it. We keep saying poetic phrases to it to see what it will answer to...
Remember you are the Master of your Fate
the Captain of your Soul.
think Divine thoughts,
your troubadours

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Our Bliss Bubby

Our brother, the Minister of Mandolin!
Our kind brother, he makes our hearts flutter with his heartfelt music and transformative melody. Randy, aka "Mando Rando", laid down some weeping, wailing, rockin, haunting, ethereal,booty-shakin,waltzin, so you can dream Medicine on our new CD. He is so incredibly versatile, he shapeshifts into what the song longs for and gives the graces that the soul of the song needs. He even became Mando Chutney and played Tanpura, a sitar-like droning instrument, on "Ramanama". He then became Brother Bubby Bass Love and laid down some low end on "Dream to Wake", "Bowling Green","Waterfall" and "Bird called Hope".
We have known Mando for a long time, even had the honor of marrying him and his beloved, Sonia. We are continually amazed by how his musical talents keep us stunned & inspired but also the depth of his compassion, grace and devotion to his Spirit.
Mando Rando is our Bliss Bubby and we are so honored to make music with one so Divine!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Oh, that burning violin...

Oh, that burning violin
What a gift of goodness it was to have Steph Dlugon add her ethereal, experimental mingling to the music we are recording for our new cd! Steph is "our violinist". She is a tranformational gold thread woven through the tapestry of our songs. She is pure poetry.

It is an incomparable blessing to have someone harmonize with the soul of your songs. Steph always adds the longing, the lilting, the lifting, loving melodies to our music. She makes us weep in prayer and joy.

We are now even more excited about the new cd!
Heartfelt Gratitude to Steph for resonating with us so beautifully....for giving of her time & her inimitable talent on violin!!!

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Sir Cup'n Coin

Sir Cup'n Coin...
*a serenade to serendipity...
an unbelieveably true tale that turned me into a troubadour

...all along on Clark Street in Chicago

Standin on the rooftop at sunset
smokin a cigarette, and I confess,
a lil high, cuz I'm wearing warm socks,
light shoes, a tremblin heart and
I refuse to let this moment pass me by...
Why should I? Live another dream
and not the miracle around me?
Not let the cool summer air -swim my skin
or the colors shake my bones or
the sounds- silence my noise?

I descended the stairs with the sun,
knowing then that night had just begun.
Cause you see I had a date with... my Self
and I couldn't be late
as I reached my destination at the bus stop.

My chariot arrived and I thrived on the
mumblings of the over-worked laborer,
song of the under paid everyday
same-shit-different-day man
but it's Friday night!
"TGIF" they whispered under their breath
tgif...."tGif" ......TGIF....TGif

It's Carpe Diem, baby,
you never know what you're gonna get
Keep your Heart, Ears, Eyes & Mind OPEN
and you'll never know what to expect
You might find a jewel in a trash can
You might meet your new best friend
You could tap dance with a beggar
and learn something you would never forget

Well, I moved with a strut and a curious smile
hoping for spark of magic all the while
When to my surprise- before my very eyes-
stood a shadowed door frame with nothing to claim
but a huge peacock feather and a cheshire cat grin...
I was secretly wishin to be invited in.

So I glanced down as I was about to round
the edge of his shoulder and
delivered a sincere nod and a look "I'd like to linger"

"Hello," he cooed, as he wooed me with his voice.
"My name is Sir Cup'n Coin."
"I'm sorry ....Sir.......what?"
"Cup'n Coin."
leaning into the streetlight,
so I could see him better....
tipping his maroon tweed golfer's hat
with yet another peacocok feather.
His face was tightly drawing back a wide-toothed grin,
donning a goatee, he was the color of cinnamin.

"You look like someone who appreciates a lil magic."
he taunted, knowing just what I wanted.
"Would you like to see me juggle?"
With a giggle and a soft ,"yes."
he unleashed his bag of tricks.

He rose a stately 5'2" and had a lazy eye
I could've sworn right there that Sammy Davis Jr. never died
tossing up the balls delicately balancing them all
on the tip of his finger.
Well, I've seen lots of jugglers but I never believed
that there was a living soul that could outwit gravity...like he
uh huh, it was magic...

It's Carpe Diem, baby,
you never know what you're gonna get
Keep your Heart, Ears, Eyes & Mind OPEN
and you'll never know what to expect
You might find a jewel in a trash can
You might meet your new best friend
You could tap dance with a beggar
and learn something you would never forget


Well, I offered up a rousing applause.
He took a graceful bow.
I introduced myself.
"Where are you going?"
"To the theater to see a play"
"Is it good?"
"I don't know but I'm going anyway."
"Would you mind if I join you? I could pay my own way."
"It'd be my pleasure."......well, I wasn't exactly sure
what I was getting into but it held
a certain promise of a supernatural voodoo...
and I was ready for that!

Like a well-seasonsed tramp, he had a swift steady stride,
carrying his backpack with the ease of his life.
A carnival shaman and lil ol' me...
we must of looked like two lost gypsies
looking for our Time Machine...
then he started to speak...he said,

"I hail from the city of Angels
and I swear I ain't never going back.
You see, I've been traveling for 20 years
and for 13 addicted to crack.
I was begging then, ghostly thin, lost within,
I hadn't discovered juggling yet.
But the dealers always knew, now,now,now
just where to find me
with the music of the coins
clanging against my cup, hence my name,
"Cup'n Coin" it's the same but I changed
and, baby, I swear I ain't never giving up

It's Carpe Diem, baby,
you never know what you're gonna get
Keep your Heart, Ears, Eyes & Mind OPEN
and you'll never know what to expect
You might find a jewel in a trash can
You might meet your new best friend
You could tap dance with a beggar
and learn something you would never forget

The tap of his cane was hitting the concrete
like a slap in the face and I could not erase my look of awe
I was amazed as he continued to tell his story of failed romance and the tragedy of circumstance-
"Do you dance?" he turned. I confirmed.
"Well, I do a little bit of dancing myself girl."

He leaned against a streetlamp and
let fall his house to the left of a hotdog stand
and *POOF* came to life...
this Louis Armstrong, Tom Waits character with
a voice of satin gravel and the moves of Fred Astaire
and the twirling skills of a 13 year old baton girl.
He held my heart like the cane that he spun and whirled.

Street scatin' with a Cheshire Cat, imagine that,
a transformed rat, a vegetarian bat ,a rat-atat-tat!
I'm an alleycat- now that's were it's at.
Always time for a lengthy chat.
I'm puttin' out the welcome mat so,
step inside my groovy flat.
There's room for everybody
so grab your favorite hattttttt!

Well, I stood there stunned....the reality of the illusion
came into focus and I became aware
there was no one there...I mean people passed but
no one stared. They just walked by heads hung with pride,
too embarrassed to try or cry or fly or dance with a gypsy
underneath the midnight sky....Why?
Would no one see this invisible dream?
Was I deceived? Well, then go ahead and laugh at me.
Because I was touched by the fingerless Hand
and what I saw right there made more sense then this whole damn land!

It wasn't about money or intoxicating honey,
a hateful funny or synthetic sunny,
power trips, Kings or Crips,
computer chips, silicone tits, academic wits
steroid wimps or religious pimps

It was about a homeless black man who traded in his
crack pipe for a set of juggling balls....
but that's not all-
dropping the mask....
taking the
fall
into transformation
of Self, addictions,
fear and pain
of a vacant parking lot
with nothing but....a hat and a cane...

I cheered louder than
Wrigley Field on a Sunday afternoon.

It's Carpe Diem, baby,
you never know what you're gonna get
Keep your Heart, Ears, Eyes & Mind OPEN
and you'll never know what to expect
You might find a jewel in a trash can
You might meet your new best friend
You could tap dance with a beggar
and learn something you would never forget

well, I'm never gonna forget, I'm never gonna forget,
I'm never gonna, I'm never gonna, I'm never gonna.
I'm gone.

Bluebeard

"Bluebeard" from the CD Dressing Room for Eternity

Once there was, once there was not.
In a land so far away & not far away enough,
there lived a cunning man asking for the hand
of a naive girl who believed in fairytales.

I knew Bluebeard. I knew Bluebeard's wife...
young and innocent, mesmorized, blushing bride.
He was a failed magician, lonely and dark.
He tried to steal her light to brighten up
the shadows in his heart

He woed her with horses tied in bells and crimson ribbon
He fed her savory stories and sweet dainty treats
She surrendered herself, fell under his spell,
her eyes turned blue as the beard on his face
dark as the ice in the lake.

Her sisters warned, "He is a man to be feared."
but the veil she wore hid the mask of Bluebeard
He took her to his castle of 100 doors
gave her keys to all of them-
except for one she should ignore!

He said I must leave for a time-
remember these words of mine!
But despite his plea she drank the potion curiousity
Invited her sisters to play the game, "Unlock the Maze"
going door to door to find out what the last key had in store

Somewhere behind a wall ,a shutting door cries
Only the forbidden key, shows what hides inside
She turns the lock, there she finds skeletons of hope
withered souls, decayed desires, ashes of neglected fire

The sisters slammed the door and shrieked all at once!
Shook the key free, it began to weep and bleed
it stained her dress and everything it touched
questions answered....can't be hushed

When Bluebeard returned he inquired of his newlywed,
"How was everything? Can I have my keys back again?
Where's the smallest? The one you weren't supposed to use?"

"I lost it!" she exclaimed, as blood ran down her silken gown

He moved his hand as if to caress her lovely cheek
then he grabbed her hair and dragged her down the stairs
"Infidel!" he yelled, "now you'll have to die!
I'll behead you like all my other wives."

There comes a time to shiver and run-
or draw the line.
That Blueberry-eyed maiden now had fire in her eyes!
She drew her deepest breath, summoned all the strength
that she had left, blew open the cellar tomb and
brought back to life those Widows of Doom

Somewhere behind a wall ,a shutting door cries
Only the forbidden key, shows what hides inside
She turns the lock, there she finds skeletons of hope
withered souls, decayed desires, ashes of neglected fire


The Wives encircled him, joined hands stirring a whirlwind.
As they began to dance, it broke the trance.
The illusion of Bluebeard dissappeared setting them all free.
I could still hear their laughter as
they rode into happily ever after
I could still hear their laughter as
they rode into happily ever after

I knew Bluebeard. I knew Bluebeard's wife...
young and innocent, mesmorized, blushing bride.
He was a failed magician, lonely and dark.
He tried to steal her light to brighten up
the shadows in his heart

yeah, I knew Bluebeard...I was Bluebeard's wife.