Did you know that besides being a singer-songwriter,
I also teach music lessons?
and I wish that I could teach every kid or grown up who wanted to learn.
I've spent the past fews months taking the very basics from my lessons and have incorporated them into a Songbook for students to learn at home.
THIS IS YOUR TIME TO:
BE A ROCKSTAR and LEARN TO PLAY THE GUITAR,
with my new Singalong Guitalele songbook.
Perfect for Beginners of ALL AGES!
Its FUN and Its AFFORDABLE
I can't wait for you to fill your lives and homes
with the magic of music.
DOWNLOAD YOUR MUSIC BOOK+CD NOW
I CAN PLAY, ALL THE COLORS
A Guitalele is a Guitar/ukulele hybrid. Its small like a Uke, but the chord forms are played the same way they are played on a guitar. but If you have a guitar and a capo on the fifth fret, you'll be all set to play along. I can't wait for you to begin your musical adventures!
TEXAS! Everyone must go to Texas.
And if you are lucky, go there many times.
The people, the food, the landscape, the music, are all bucket-to-the-brim soul filling goodness.
In May, I went for my first time. I was fortunate enough to be a finalist in the Kerrville NewFolk Songwriting competition, and it was lovely.
Actually, it was sweaty. I've never experienced anything quite like it. Its a legendary Music festival on the prettiest Hillside an hour outside of San Antonio in Kerrville, Texas. It was hot and muggy, and impossible to be anything but authentic. Makeup will not stay on your face. Deodorant, will not stay in your pits. You are bare and exposed and to me it was cathartic and quite possibly the most vulnerable I've ever felt, but also I felt loved and accepted. One of the previous years winners of the competition, helped me get my tent situated, and also climbed underneath it the next morning to clear away what I told him had to be baseball sized rocks. (Im not good at sleeping on the ground, there were no rocks..., he was nice about it) One of the most famous and prolific songwriters in the camp sang to me in the outdoor shower. (we were both naked as one usually is in the shower, it could have been weird, but it wasn't. it was beautiful) I had a wonderful time. I did not win, but felt like the experience itself was a prize I will treasure forever. I made many new friends and heard the best songs ever. It was the first of many awakenings I've had this year.
While flying home, I met Kathy, another lone traveler, flying to Vegas for the weekend. We chatted all about her life, the places she'd lived all over the world, she shared some awesome ideas for kid's birthday parties, and we just had a fun conversation about who we are and where we come from. She told me that it is common for her to travel alone, and to not make real plans, she likes to see what the universe has in store or her, she just has to be willing to show up. She didn't even know how she was going to get to her hotel, so I offered her a ride. After I dropped her off at her hotel, I felt grateful the Universe opened us up to each other. Her Example of not knowing whats in store, but JUST SHOWING UP! was so inspiring to me. so I wrote her a song. It will be on my next album.
This summer, I read GOING SOLO by Roald Dahl. and I recommend it to everyone. Its a non-fiction, all about Roald's experiences traveling to Africa, and as a squadron pilot for the Royal Air Force. It is full of wild adventures, and I found it so incredible that he lived through all he did, and then was able to write some of the worlds greatest children's stories and touch the lives of millions of people. He's the coolest. The things he did were nuts.
like, learning how to fly a plane in 6 hours, then thinking, ya, I know enough I can fly in combat now... and going from a Tiger Moth double cockpit to flying a single cockpit Hurricane without ever flying solo before. The squadron needed him, and his leader said, "You'll Figure it out" and he did!! The courage that would take blows my mind. Oh ya, then he crashed and was blind for awhile and I mean this guy is a bad-a, hero. After I read the book I wondered, what kind of Faith gets someone through all that. I bet he had extraordinary faith.
Well, it turns out, He died an atheist.
He was raised very religious, but later decided against it. When his young daughter passed away, he sought comfort from his clergyman, and he didn't agree with what "THE BOSS" was telling him. Earlier their family had lost a family pet, Rowley. and while mentioning that Olivia and Rowley could be together in an afterlife, the Priest denied the existence of Doggy Heaven. That was not cool with Roald. It felt all wrong, and he figured if the Priest was wrong about that, then he must be wrong about all of it, everything.
I don't know lots and lots of things. especially when it comes to religion. but
This got me thinking, do you have to know everything about a thing, to believe in a thing? kind of like knowing enough about a plane, to get it off the ground...maybe just believing that you'll eventually figure it out is enough...to be honest, I feel this way all the time, I don't know how to have a successful music career, but I believe it is possible. I don't know how to raise other humans to be successful and emotionally stable, but I think its possible, probably. Mostly winging' it here...
I truly believe in a higher power. I believe we each have a higher purpose, and we come to know that purpose by turning ourselves closer to that power. closer to God. Even if God is just that connectedness we have with each other. I am so glad I had the chance to travel this year, by myself. I went solo. but felt myself grow closer to others, and I felt myself tell the Universe/God, I don't know whats in store for me, but I am willing to be brave enough to step out of my comfort zone, and find out!
This is the chorus to my song Kathy's Trip to Vegas.
"She's Faithful, Fearless.
Open to all the good there is to know.
She's Faithful, Fearless. She knows she's gonna get where she needs to go.
by being Faithful."
3 things to be proud of.
What are you most proud of? Are you where your life map for your mid-30s was supposed to take you?
A strange fog of unmet expectations has loomed over me lately.
and instead of allowing it to distract me from the beautiful life I am living, I am blogging.
1: A Boy.
When Matix turned 5, he requested a robot dance party for his birthday. He danced to Beastie Boys "Intergalactic", Styx "Mr. Roboto, and Dan Mangan "Robots" and a ton of other great songs for three hours straight. (Soon after I wrote him the robot love song). That was 5 years ago, and the dance moves have only gotten more amazing. Max is growing into such a wonderful human, and I am so proud to be his mom. His head reaches my shoulders, and lately he slides right in for hugs so natural and easy. I feel him and see him on the cusp of adolescence, and I am so full of hope for him and his path. For Max's 10th birthday, we made this video together. I don't know why exactly I'm sharing it on my music blog, (its not my music, the sound track is the incomparable Nathaniel Rateliff), but this video definitely shows a huge chunk of who I am. and It is what I am most proud of, I have been a mother for one whole decade. I have learned a lot about myself, parenthood and partnerhood, and I know the next 10 years will continue to teach me.
and there's sure to be lots more dancing!!
2: A School.
We love our kids school for so many reasons; the faculty, the dual immersion and robotics programs, and especially the Fall dance festival.
This will be the 7th year we have attended. Max is dancing to Footloose, Rocko will be dancing to Rockin' Robin, and Gwen is a baby eagle flying high! Tonight will also be Max's final elementary performance. Its strange how quickly these 7 years have flown by. Lightning, I tell ya. (I remember his first preschool dance festival, his teacher requested the kids wear gloves, and I knew we had some, but I didn't try them on him till it was time to go, and they were tiny. His little hands could barely squeeze into them. I've been a frantic parent over silly things like this, but my kiddos have been gracious and forgiving of their space cadet mother.) Matix has only attended one school his whole elementary educational career and I am damn proud of that fact. It may not seem like a big feat, but for me, it has been. I had such a different experience. Bloomington, Sweetwater, Saguaro Ranch, Lindbergh, Patterson and Woodward were my elementary schools. I didn't mind the moving, but I think because of it, I have a restless soul disorder. Its a condition where I want to try all the things, and all the places, and find new houses, and friends. I find change refreshing and exciting. I want to drive new roads, and eat new foods, and I fight this urge to ramble on, pretty much everyday. Hopefully I'm getting better. Building the music barn will most certainly help (more posts about this to follow).
3: A Hometown.
My kids are growing up in Hurricane, Utah. We love this little town. We are right outside 3 National parks (Bryce, Zion and The north rim of The Grand Canyon), completely surrounded by the most gorgeous country on Gods color-canyoned Earth. New hotels are popping up like wildflowers, and I am excited for others to experience and enjoy this area, also I want to play those folks my music. Since I am not a touring artist right now, lets bring more ears here! ;)
This weekend my family and I visited the Western Legacy Sleepy Hollow Farm and I performed for the Hurricane Aviation Day Celebration. We had such a wonderful time at each event. The people here are hard working, supportive of one another, creative, extremely talented, and adventurous, and I am honored to get to live in such a treasure of a community.
3 things to be proud of.
What are you most proud of? I'd love to read about your journeys and your joyful accomplishments. Please share in the comments. I found this writing quite therapeutic. Instead of focusing on the things I haven't done, I can look at the things I have done, and be proud of my time and energies well spent.
"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece,
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Hi-Dee-Ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."
I adore this story... The one about the circle searching for his missing piece, but once he finds it...
he rolls way too fast and doesn't have time to talk to the butterfly, or enjoy the view and he can no longer sing his song because his mouth is full, and he realizes he felt much happier searching for his piece rather than actually having it. Shel Silverstein's simple and brilliant tale of seeking joy in the journey reminds me, that happiness is not a place or any one thing. I'm no longer searching for my missing piece, and creating instead. I'm trying to focus on embracing all the elements along my existential path, with gratitude. From this place, I write songs. (Children's music and Grown Up's music) also, I sometimes write songs to pretend I am in a completely different place just for fun. and then I roll away...