I like the way the night feels on the highway. Especially where the city lights end. Cars infront of me way ahead. I have no intentions of trying to catch up. It seems that those who drive on dark roads at this time are the only souls that understand space.
I just felt like driving, it seemed to me to be the only thing to do at that moment. Cool, a nostalgic moment. Go with it. Last week was insane. I was quick to panic about any little detail. About Street Hop or work or my personal life. Basically, the way I look at it all right at this moment is this way. Suck it up and keep going. I hear the way I've been talking to other people lately, and I'm either rushed or mumbling. I don't like the way I've been sounding. Though, I realize it and I know what I gotta do. Straight ahead, keep eyes on the horizon.
My Street Hop Boys: Gerry, Carlo, Grahm, Josh, Dave and Adrian. They have their stage names, but that would be weird.
I did just that this evening. I sat on the balcony with a friend where she had an amazing view of the city. We watched lightning strike down over different areas in the skyline. In the back of me head, I kept saying to myself " C'mon girl, go get the day planner and notebook-you guys are supposed to be working on shit." Pffftt. I thought, screw it. As soon as I wake up Monday morning- it will all begin again and the calls, the emails, the deadlines are all going to explode through.
I did remember to call my dad today. Did you?
My crazy neighbour down below is moving out. I cannot express the glee and relief for it all. The last few months there has been a non-existent acknowledgement of each other. What could have been a cool friendship ended up in me realizing how there are many "not right" people with a serious pile of issues out there. So happened one was living below me. Our quick to end friendship channeled psycho character combinations of " The hand that rocks the cradle" meets " Fatal Attraction" meets " Single White Female". For a time there, I was scared to come home to find Patches boiling on my stove. Shudder. Egads.
It's over though, she's moving on to terrorize some other chump. Now I can sit back on my balcony again without feeling like someone is going to burn the pillars from below me. Double Shudder.
Remember a few entries ago when I listed down all the stuff I wanted to do this summer? Yea, so obviously I was on crack. The one show is enough work. From it though has spawned off some of the list that will happen in due course. There is a demand for a second show, which we have committed for Frosh week on Campus. Then I will take a break from Street Hop to take part in organizing a project called "The Studio Virgins"-a cd compilation of local musicinas. Off of this project the idea of putting a Street Hop Compilation is in the air, but I am hoping Carmelo and some other friends can take lead of that one. We shall see, time will tell, so will my blood pressure. Wink.
It's late guys, forgive me for the space that I'm in. I need to get something out and for the time I think this is the best place to breathe.
I haven't written for months. What I mean is that I haven't taken a pencil to a paper and sat with myself. I attempted to the last few weeks but it's this feeling. Like I can't sit with myself. It's hard to find the words because...well. The only way I can think about it, is that I can't find the words because I've been doing so much instead of truly thinking.
Tonight though. All I've been doing is thinking. Out of reflection, it is Sunday and a full moon. So some possible justifications for my "spaciness". I also stopped to watch the lake move today, so all y'all that know how I get when I can listen to ripples.
I can't seem to settle into my skin lately. I feel outside myself watching things go down day to day. Watching how I connect with others, the way I introduce myself, the way I engage in conversations with people. I ask myself a lot lately, " What the hell are you doing?" Are those my words coming out my mouth? Did I just say what I think I said?
It's been exciting. Meeting and connecting, feeling a reciprocation in enthusiam for everything that is going on. Ah, the practical side. Where rationale starts to kick in. You know things are getting good, when that bitch of a voice inside you says, whoa there. All the new people in my life are impacting that creative part of me that has been sleeping for years. I'm not sure if I'm scared of it so much as feeling inadequate. Oh, I'm damn good. That my friends, I do know. The inadequacy comes from the worry of my commitment phobia. I usually find something wrong with a relationship or situation, then I run like hell. Sometimes I address and deal with the issue and other times I just write about it and think I've dealt with it.
I know it doesn't seem like it, but I've been trying not to take things so seriously. Hardcore analyzer here, wondering what "too seriously" actually measure up to. Sleeping, eating, functioning. Doing all these things at par. Well sleeping has always been an issue. But I've been able to stop myself before I get too nutty. Chillin, repeating "Bah, fuck it." on a high rotation. Up till know...not too shabby.
Watching the water though today, and the coincidence of someone talking about people who ripple energy has reminded about how much I've been identified by my astrological sign. I used to be big on astrology, especially with all those highschool crushes. I had to make sure our "signs" were compatible. If y'all into your astrology, you can decide if I'm truly a Sag.
I believe I am. Even the negative stuff is true. From an astrological website.
Sagittarians have a positive outlook on life, are full of enterprise, energy, versatility, adventurousness and eagerness to extend experience beyond the physically familiar. They enjoy travelling and exploration, the more so because their minds are constantly open to new dimensions of thought. They are basically ambitious and optimistic, and continue to be so even when their hopes are dashed. Their strongly idealistic natures can also suffer many disappointments without being affected. They are honorable, honest, trustworthy, truthful, generous and sincere, with a passion for justice. They are usually on the side of the underdog in society they will fight for any cause they believe to be just, and are prepared to be rebellious. They balance loyalty with independence.
Sagittarians are usually modest and are often religious, with a strong sense of morality, though they tend to overemphasize the ethical codes they follow and worship beliefs about God rather than God Himself. This means that, negatively, they regard rigid, unloving, intolerant adherence to ritual and conventional codes as more important than the truths they symbolize or embody. They sometimes pay lip service to religions and political parties in which they have ceased to believe because the outward forms satisfy them, yet they may not hesitate to switch allegiance in politics or change their system of belief if they see personal advantage to themselves in doing so.
They have both profound and widely ranging minds, equipped with foresight and good judgement, and they can be witty conversationalists. They love to initiate new projects (they make excellent researchers) and have an urge to understand conceptions that are new to them. they think rapidly, are intuitive and often original, but are better at adapting than inventing and are at their best when working with colleagues of other types of character that compliment their own. They are strong-willed and good at organizing, a combination that gives them the ability to bring any project they undertake to a successful conclusion. Their generosity can be balanced by their extreme care at handling their resources.
Sagittarians are ardent, sincere and straightforward in love, normally conventional and in control of their sexual natures. Yet if thwarted, they may easily allow their failure to embitter their whole lives or they may revenge themselves upon the opposite sex by becoming cynically promiscuous.(Wow, does that mean I'm astrologically justified in being a ho'???) They are more apt then the average to make an uncongenial alliance. If their marriages are successful, they will be faithful spouses and indulgent parents; but their innate restlessness will inspire them to use even the most satisfying ménage as a base from which to set out on their travels. They need to fell free and are often faced with the choice of allowing their careers to take over their lives at the expense of the love of their spouse and family. Sagittarian women are the counterparts of their men; even if they have no career to rival their love, they find it difficult to express affection and may run the risk of being thought frigid.
In other personal relationships they are reliable, seldom betraying any trust given to them. They can, however, be impulsively angry and both male and female Sagittarians know how to be outspoken and exactly what expressions will hurt their adversaries most. On the other hand they are magnanimous in forgiving offenses and are responsible when looking after the elderly in the family.
Their gifts fit Sagittarians for a number of widely differing professions. They are natural teachers and philosophers with a talent for expounding the moral principles and laws which seem to explain the universe. This gift enables them to be successful churchmen on the one hand and scientists on the other. The law and politics also suit them, as does public service, social administration, public relations and advertising. Travel and exploration naturally appeal to such restless souls and, if their opportunities are limited, they may find something of travel and change of scene in the armed forces or through working as a travelling salesman. Others may make fine musicians and, in the days before automobiles, they were said to be successful at horse trading and all activities, including sporting ones, concerning horses. This has been translated in modern terms into an interest in cars and aircraft - and again with emphasis on the sporting side racing, rallying etc. They are said to make good sports coaches, but their tastes in this direction may lead them into imprudent gambling, though the gambling instinct may be sublimated by carrying it out professionally as a bookmaker.
The vices to which Sagittarians are prone are anger they tend to flare up over trifles; impatience - they want to rush every new project through immediately and demand too much of colleagues who cannot work at the pace they require; and scorn of the inadequacies of others while expecting fulsome recognition of their own efforts. (As much as I would like to deny it, there isn't anything more true.) They may in one sense deserve recognition, because in completing a major project they will sacrifice their health and family relationships; in their family's eyes they may merit condemnation.
They can be exacting, domineering and inconsiderate in the work place; and boastful, vulgar and extravagant in their private lives. Their restlessness, if excessive, can jeopardize more than their own stability. some Sagittarians risk becoming playboys, wasting their lives away in frivolous pursuits. Others can develop a moralizing, religious fanaticism or else turn into hypocrites, their inner prudishness disguised by an outward appearance of joviality. Another side of the religiosity which is a danger in Sagittarians is superstition.
wow, huh. There's a lot of me in there. Of course I take a lot of it in stride. I'm aware of my strengths and faults including what I'm told is notorious of the Sag-the most insecure sign. Insecurity. Damn right. Most of my writing is inspired by my doubts and restlessness. So to speak, I'm at one with my bullshit.
Alright it's safe to say, I've been spending a lot more time at Myspace. I'ts also safe to say, I've become a Myspace ho, if you will. The only difference from here to there is that here is just for us. Last night Gidge and I hooked up with my music circle of friends for a different vibe. Work gets so damn stressful, life gets really distracting. I get lost when work or family problems come to the forefront. Such has been the case as of late. As a result I've felt more run down, angry. But this is what I love. I've invested a hell of a lot more time into Street Hop sessions and it has repaid itself already. Especially last night when we hit up the Starlight to see Embassy. Gidge put it best when she looked at me and just said, " I'm just mesmerized." The energy was amazing, people rushing to the stage, dancing, hands up in the air. We had set up our own VIP section at the right side of the stage filled with CKMS djs and musicians. The vibe was great and networking was used to the overload. I witnessed the realness of what Hip Hop can do to bring people together. I can't wait for June 25.
" If we go by definition here...Hip Hop is a way of life, it's in the way you move, the colours of the energy around you, the way you hold the hand of the soul next to you. Rap is something you just Do. And you do Justly. Y'all feel?
How I see it.
To aspire to be an emcee/MC, you have to feed your craft. See it as that. Fuck the ideals of materialsim. At the end of each night, all we have is but ourselves. Respect who you want to listen to you. Even those you speak against. Everyone experiences pain. Your pain is yours and very real. If you share it, Own it. There's strength in revelation. Many cultures teach us to keep our enemies close. I agree to a point. Downpression only occurs if the power is not in our hands. Do not give empowerment to those if exploit you. Be cautious, observant and humble.But know you cannot break free from it if you cannot heal. Toni Morrison says, " Healing begins where the wound is made." Keep writing, keep experiencing and believing. Then, Let it go. There are others out there that will benefit from your voice, my voice, their voice. Once you speak out, you have a responsibility.Own it.
Pay attention to your ancestry. We know nothing until we know where we came from. Our elders will tell us we know nothing and have experienced nothing. They will tell us that we do not know culture. There is truth to this. But there is another Truth. We have already experienced much in our young lives. We do have a story to tell. We Do have a culture. There will be a time when it is our turn. Listen, always Listen.
You man rap/sing about bling, drugs and bitches. You may rap/sing to experiences from the streets, fighting others to keep what is yours. It's been done. So what. What are you going to do about it? Do you want to create change, or are you fueling hate? Are you part of the cycle that is killing artistry or are you a link? Who are You? I'm a patient person. Learn. Surround yourself in literature, listen to the sounds and struggles of your community. Tell me what is in your head. You want me to listen, lead me down the path. Expand on your articulation, help me see what you want me to see. And then, and only then will I be able to learn from you.
I'm your listener. I share what I believe is to be right, so that others can also believe. Move me. Inspire me. Represent me. That "other end" of Hip Hop has too much power. We all have battles to fight. This is mine. I see my sisters walk around destroying themselves for "beauty". I see their confidence jeopardize because of wanting acceptance, wanting recognition. Though it is changing, though walls are breaking down...Hip Hop is still a man's world. Brothers, do not believe that I am trying to step on your modus operandi. I want to elevate what a true woman is so that you will learn from me. This much I know about myself. I think and move fiercly in what I hold to be true. I am your new generation of a Woman. History teaches us that a woman's path is a direction of survival. From their survival, I bring Definition. I have survived much and because of that I Move to Define.
Who am I? What is it to be a Woman?
Keep your eyes open. Words are too easy. You'll feel it. You'll see it. Stay with me nah. Nuff said.
I'm bored, elated, and cold. In that order y'all. Thusly, I'm here typing away to you and eating frozed yogurt with chocolate expresso flakes. That's right, I'll shine my tiara.
I'm in a reflective mood.....
The KLP Playlist For Right Now:
When I need to chill:
"Ghetto Heaven" D'angelo and Common
"Let Me" Jill Scott and Sergio Mendes
"Volcano"Damien Rice
When I'm angry:
" Shy" Ani Difranco
" Woman in You" Ben Harper
" Gentle Hum" Finn Brothers
" Lonely Souls" Unkle/Richard Ashcroft
When I need to cry:
" See you Soon" Coldplay
" In the Road" Sarah Harmer/Weeping Tile
When I need a reminder:
" Elsewhere" Sarah Mclachlan
" Ex-Factor" Lauryn Hill
" Chain of Fools" Aretha Franklin
When I miss my friends:
" Sweet Baby" Macy Gray and Erykah Badu
" Fantasy" Mariah Carey
" #41" Dave Matthews
When I want to put my parents in a nursing home:
" Family" Jill Scott
" Mothers" Rex Navarrate
" Grace's Amazing Hands" Dave Barnes
Wishes:
1. Achieve more than is expected of me, faster, more efficiently, at less cost, for greater impact.
2. Fall in love with the right person, not get married, live in sin and let it be the right time for both of us.
3. Sing in a Barbershop Quartet
4. Colour outside the lines in a colouring book and not cringe.
5. Pet a Llama
6. Listen to jazz in New Orleans, while eating true gumbo.
7. Discover a secret of Nature
8. Meet and have tea with Maya Angelou
9. Become famous and respected for doing nothing at all.
It's weird and interesting lately. I've been feeling all sorts of things and trying to make sense of it all. The best way I can explain it is like this.
Overwhelmed. Truly.
The schedule I've been keeping for the last month has been stretched to the max and poorly managed. Well, at least in my head. On a good day I can do my thing and get back to my apartment and keep things in an organized mess. Right now, all I care about is getting back to the apartment. Poor Patch has been attached to my leg hoping I won't move again. Sigh.
Am I complaining, mmmm.....shiet yea. But it is what it is. Y'all know I've always been like this so really...ain't nothing new. I won't take any of it back, though I wish there were three days to a weekend. Amen.
I was in the studio for most of the day yesterday recording interviews for upcoming projects. Even though the recordings went generally well, I know I have to work on my interviewing skills. I'm seeing that not everybody does well in a setting with a mic infront of you prepared to answer anything. The artsy crowd are the best in that sense. We can shoot the shiet on any topic. Then there are the folks that are a different kind of introvert. Where in their head, they know exactly what they want to say. Their thoughts are in brilliant articulation. But when it comes out, it goes something like this....
"Mmmmmm....I don't know. Y'know what I'm sayin'.?"
I would get frustrated, and push harder for answers. At one moment, we were all frustrated. Then I felt a horrible guilt when my guest said, " I didn't think you were going to ask questions like that." I've been there. I've done that. Final Round? Hello. In retrospect, part of my impatience probably came from being in a small hot studio for five hours. Rambo was awesome in reminding me of a need for understanding and patience. When you open a door, all sorts of people come through. Then there are also people that stand outside not sure if they want it, but something keeps them there. At the end of the day, I can't pull them through unless they walk through on their own. I'm used to pushing everything to the limit. I know that some people don't push as hard, but once in a while I need the humbling as well. I slap myself silly with high expectations.
At work, I've learned it well for my health's sake. As long as everybody is alive when I get in...hell. Ring the bells and get the wine. I'm a happy girl. You can't get much lower in standards then that.
I was in this workshop where I had to take a test in work habits and at the end of it, the max score was out of 7. I scored 13 on " Driven" nature. Everyone in the room looked at me as if I was insane. How that was possible,well, c'mon, surprise factor? Zero.
I've been talking and meeting so many different people lately. I think I've hit every coffee joint in the city at all hours of the day meeting up with musicians and community folks wanting to be in or help out the show. My dayplanner is a time bomb and my post it notes are flying about everywhere. I'm worried I'll get to that point where, I commit to all these meetings and I start to fade. The most confusing thing about me is that when something that I love to do begins to feel like work...I stop doing it. I'm not there yet. I can see though, myself exploding in June. Right now, everything has moved from contemplative stage to action and planning stage. The June date is approaching at a steady speed and already talks are beginning for our next project in September. Slow down though. We get through June.
Last week as well, I found myself dead in the center of two friends fighting. It wasn't a quiet explosion either. Both individuals have significant positions of importance within the community. Their altercation affected many camps around me. Although, I had nothing to do with the source of the battle, I found myself holding a white flag begging for air. Then I looked at the clock and realized I was late for work. In that one moment, all I could do was stare at Patches. Then even she jumped on the boat when she started to yell at me for not feeding her. Son of a bitch.
So all of this has left me in a quiet state of delicacy and confusion. An aquaintance said to me the other day, " Kristylee, when a person points one finger at you, they are pointing three at themselves."
........
I'm still thinking about that metaphor. I'm thinking the intention of the metaphor was to pinpoint how when one person accuses wrongness/imposes harm on you, they are on some subconcious level addressing even more in themselves. What they hate in you, they hate even more in themselves? Jesus. What I do know is that usually, when someone plants an analogy like that on you, it can be a successful conversation stopper. Easily, disguised as a contemplative ideology. But really. Really, really? I think it's just another bullshit analogy, an excuse to not accept blame, fault, or dammit, just being wrong.
Davy baby, said something to me once that I never forgot. It is probably one of the most simplest statements but its impact affects me everyday.
" Everyone likes to be right. Everyone likes to be liked."
That in itself, brings me back to humility. When dealing with so many people lately, that statement alone brings me back to a state of peace. Not because of its obvious meaning, but I look at in this way.
I know I am not always right. I know I am not always liked. Do I care about that? Yes, to a point. But what is more important is that I don't have control over others to be liked. That's on them. I do my thing. You do yours. If we meet in the middle for coffee. Make sure you tell me to put it on a post it note. :)
Ummm, yea. That's right. Scrotal. Another mama story folks.
So we were in Food Basics doing our thing, causing a scene unintentionally. I was going for pears, the mama was sifting through the bananas. She turns to me and says...." Inday, did ju know mama had to buy dee scrotal support for your uncle?" No inhibitions. No lowering tone. As a matter of factly as you please. And yes, she is holding bananas in her hands at this moment. I raise an eyebrow and says, " Oh yea?"
" Yea, yea. Ju know. Because hees scrotal is a so biigg." The woman waves her hand frantically between her legs. And back to the bananas she goes. I push the cart a little further down the aisle. It's useless to try and appear like the woman is not related. Imagine two brown folk in the fruit section in Welland. The odds are pretty damn high that they are related. Why play the embarrassed daughter role? Go with it I says.
" So they were pretty big eh mama?" I note how many people are increasing in population around us.
" Oh yea. They are huge. Like stones."
Ok. How the hell am I supposed to not bust a gut now?
I proceed forth doubling over, slapping my knee. Complete guffaw.
Mama fucken rocks ass. Or should I say. Like a stone.
Jesus.
So anyhow, how y'all be. I just got in from work. A long day of being in Niagara this morning from a doc appointment. After I tell her what has been going down with the hip hop show, the radio station, work. She looks at me and gives me that face of concern.
I look at her and says, " I know what you're thinking. Maybe I'm having a manic moment. Or......I'm just damn crazy."
We both agreed on the latter.
So I'm counting on you guys to buy tickets. The issue at hand right now is DJ Carmelo and I are taking a huge risk. We've decided to pay the musicians who are performing at our show. This means we HAVE to sell tickets.
Wait, KLP. What the @$##%@ are you talking about.
Ok, well a friend from the station DJ Carmelo and myself are putting together a Hip Hop Cultural show. Created to celebrate the postive, socially conscious side of hip hop. We have four possible headliners to perform and several emcees to ignite the fire. I can't confirm anything but the place and date.
CKMS' DJ Carmelo and KLP present:
" The Street Hop Sessions"
Registry Theatre
Sunday, June 25.
Carmelo has been gathering the musicians and I have been securing the business aspect. Hell. It's tiring but I'm damn excited. Keep with me for more info. We have a bit over 40 days to get this thing down. Hoo-boi. In the next few days we are preparing press releases, securing the line up and ticket prices. Then it will be figuring out sound/merchandise team and security. We were told to have security there and it was put on the table for us that plain clothed officers can be present at the show. And I put my foot down. You create an environment of oppression and the energy will diminish. All these things are going through my head. Enough to freak out, lose my mind, bite my nails. And all I can think about is.....
I didn't know Scrotum support was even an available undergarment.
Mornin' y'all. yes, it's two in the afternoon. On Sundays it's morning...all day. And just so you know...I have no pants on.
I'd like to think I'm as hip as others see me, but right now...not so much. A slight hangover, no pants, and I can't find the advil. I do love the sunshine though. Wind coming through the apartment, cat sleeping on the sill and listening to Common's...Water for Chocolate album.
"Thought of things to say to become the end thing for the day
Somehow, that didnt seem the way for me to make it
Music is a gift that is sacred
I hope you didnt use it hopin you could grow to it
Whether servin or a surgeon, you gon go through it
Cant imagine goin through it, without soul music.."
I was in line yesterday at the grocery store. Another moment of people watching. The two ladies infront of me, caught up in their own conversation, talking about inconveniences of nothing and everything. Swiping their debit cards, flashing their fifty dollar bills. Smelling like Chanel and face value. I'm holding my tub of pecan frozen yogurt. Thinking about frost bite. The guy behind me is heavily sighing, motioning towards the two bitties infront. He's wearing his sunglasses and headphones. I'm watching the girl behind the register hating her job. Cursing us all in her head as she sweetly smiles.
My mind moves to the Havana cigar I just bought Carolin for her birthday. It accompanies the Billie Holiday sessions from 1915-1959?. Something about vulnerable women who carry a voice bigger than its intentions. Mysteriously dark, sweet sorrow, beauty from pain...shit. A cigar and a scotch to accompany it, is just the beginning. Would Billie Holiday be offended by me having her voice inside my messenger bag, waiting in line to buy some ice cream? She'd probably call me a middle class mindless heffa. And I'd continue listening to her shit. Sometimes you love people who hate the idea of you.
I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Busy as hell right now, keeping myself caught up with the Jones'. And yet it is quite still. At times I just want to sleep in the sunlight and hope an epiphany hits me and lands me a purpose that is clearly defined.
I observe others, I listen, hoping. Sometimes I just listen to disappear. I feel so close to an answer sometimes, Amber and I call it an " on the verge" moment. So damn close to feeling like you're going somewhere, then.....blammmmmmmm......the hydro bill comes through.
I want to be a Muchmusic VJ. Well, no not really. But in my head, it would be cool.It frustrates me that these "vjs" who prance around in their designer labels, with corporate puppet hands up their asses have so much appeal to people. It's subliminal. On the outer surface, all of us look at them with disconent. I'm the first to admit that I am jealous. Not for their jobs, you can tell how scripted their personalities are to the point that they actually think they have control. I'm jealous because they be paid to be mindless. Interesting creatures they are. They do not represent my idea of culture, but hell they get paid to be whores for the music market.
Sigh, that is my rant for this moment of hangover aftermath.
Mornin' y'all. Oiiiii, Sunday mornings. Rainy Sunday mornings. With no pants on. That's right.
So, " Do I look like a Treasure Troll?" came from a phone conversation with DJ Bubie. Happeee Bone Fete. It's something with my naps. I'm compelled to play with my hair, so its expected to accept that others feel the same. But sometimes y'all, I got these space issues. When stranger folks come up and start touching my hair....naps or not. Whycome they do that. I get so worked up and yet I just be chill and say.....the treasure troll comment in my head. Well despite the likeliness of my body type. I am not a treasure troll. Don't rub my belly either. Hmmph.
How are you guys? DJ Stacer get your mojo on and get up heh. You know, Dallas Green of City and Colour keeps coming up in topic lately. He's hot right now with this side project. " Save your scissors", is a beautifully sad song. The first time I heard it I cried in the car. Music makes me very vulnerable as it is, but something about lyrically vulnerability that moves me. Reminiscent feelings, everyone had been there. Now the video, conjurs up tears everytime. I get homesick missing my Niagara block. Only if you are from the St. Catharines area will you find the video sentimental. Scenes of the back of St. Paul Street. The Pizza Pizza joint, the music shop by Geneva street. How many times y'all we walked those same streets, drove by the same scenery. Sigh, the video really brought the feeling of home to me.
Hey now, I forgot to mention it earlier. I have a Sideshow Blog now, strictly for the radio show. Feel free to link it up to yours.
The air is warmer, the sun is finally rising above the smog. The stars seem quite right I think. For some time now, we've all been in that winter blah mode. I think it's helluva time to rip the windows open. I'm finally beginning to feel at home here in KW. It only took eight years. It's something when you are open to good vibes and the people and energy around you reciprocates. Or at least, I'm feeling it a lot lately. Things that bothered me, in some cases almost tore me apart....seem far away now. When I only saw hurt, it was the only perspective that affected me. It really goes to show, when one is ready to breathe again, well, the capability rises. Even if the air is thick, you just move to where the air feels fine. I like that feeling of healing. A few people close to me have said "it's nice to see you again." Quite right. It's nice to see again. Thanks for coming in to visit with me.
Love
KLP
Sideshow Characters:
How I could disregard the family in the cast of chacters??
The flat-nosers: Mama and Papa P, The Ugly(Gar-ee Ganoo), Auntie J, Aunt MAttie, MEgs and Bonx (my darling baby cousins, babies no more).
The people I'd drop my pants with anytime: Lady Bubbie and Lord Drew in Toronto, Rambo the Cobra Commander in St. John's, Big ass "Mo-Beau" Monkey in her skyscraper in downtown T.dot, Davy the Stallion in Hollafax. Stacer, the dominatrix for whom I continue to write.
Ching Ching Gang: My bitches for life. More than forty hours a week, coffee runs, beer fests and damning the "man". Munch and Crunch, Tee Riley, Emily darling, Cindy, Gidgit, Heater and Boots.
My love shack family: PAtches and Giddy. My family away from the flat-nosers.
The Sideshow Continuum: A mix of down tempo trip hip, soul, hippity hop, acoustic cill and my incessant ramblings. Every Friday morning from 7am-10am on CKMS 100.3 fm in WAterloo, 95.5 high speed cable.
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Phone in:(519)884-CKMS Musical Inspirations......
Ani Difranco and Damien Rice in Burma
Betty Carter: Every woman's Woman.
Christopher Thomas King. Aka Tommy who sold his soul to the devil to play the guitar. O' Brother Where art Thou? Fusing Hip hop and Blues together. Check him out. But he's mine.
One evening during a late night drive, a fellow and I were in deep conversation about things that can Move you. He mentioned Jeff Buckley's arrangement of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah and I never looked back. Other important songs.....Grace, Last Goodbye, So real, Lover you should have come over.
The Sideshow Continuum: A mix of down tempo trip hip, soul, hippity hop, acoustic cill and my incessant ramblings. Every Friday morning from 7am-10am on CKMS 100.3 fm in WAterloo, 95.5 high speed cable.
