Accompanied by a Yamaha G-50 classical MT is a Canadian singer-songwriter, an intimate solo artist, an expression of words captured in images with a voice that heals and a homegrown rhythmic style on guitar. Whether playing original songs or paying tribute to a fellow Canadian star, her way for the will to prevail more powerfully than opposing forces can be felt on her journey. Unique renditions that cover the past indie folk alternative pop new wave rock music eras are catching up to present day.
LIVE @ — Tuesday November 7th // Maui Coffee Attic // free concert on the patio // 11AM-12:30PM // 59 Kanoa St, Wailuku, HI 96793
CONCERTS — Friday April 21st @ The MACC // Castle Theater // Opening for Daughtry, 7:30PM // 1 Cameron Way, Kahului, HI 96732
— Saturday May 20th @ The MACC // 2023 Maui Brewers Festival // Happy Hour 2:00PM - 3:20PM // 1 Cameron Way, Kahului, HI 96732
— Monday October 16, 2023, Doors 6:30PM @ The IAO Theatre // The ONO Series // 68 N Market St. Wailuku HI 96793. Free Admission Seat Reservation. 7:00-8:30pm.
If you saw her in the spring you might have thought one or two things. She was in no shape no way near ready. She bee-lined it too fast again only to crash for officially running on long time gone self esteem.
Some thought only wonderful thoughts.
Thank God she thought for the ones who don’t see.
{insert blindfold meditation}
A breakdown happened within without knowing it until it caught up to her later where I would not and really could not rush the body or the way for anything anymore. It made me a whole hour late for a soundcheck which I knew would only make things look or be worse.
For whatever it was at the time she was (acted) sorry (for herself) and she hoped that it was a phase .. that would pass soon. maybe it was a breakdown before the breakthrough. It was all she could do to get up in the morning and first thing get ready for that night.
I opened my eyes and thought prayed actually to the universe dear God just let me get there, please for seven thirty.
All was revealed when I got there
Hard on myself I don’t know
Horrified after my set I left early
Around 2010 I started a blog for my thoughts, for nobody, I just needed somewhere to put it all instead of on paper which I would not write on. Like writing on a huge wall being able to see what is true and complete. Some of what is there would be sensitive content, healed or for healing.
It was like a string. Thoughts in great lengths that repeated and that did not stop like a stream that ran on or poured into a great sea of sentences that broke up with no end or comma emptying themselves into a vast open space to be still without mind until one can no longer identify themselves
A far away voice compressed on the radio in the background but inside the head — a leak in the wire or tube — starts again.
For being adopted and the long time out of place imprint it left on me. For how the personality developed and for how it hurt and got hurt.
For too long in and out of whack with traumatic but didn't know it at the time relationships succumbed to unplugged from herself in the end.
switched off ..
stitches split and stuffing out.
For losing at least a great part of the will to live her gifts fully like the rose, almost lost entirely bc of someone else’s fear she suffered and survived one decade at a time.
Spokes and threads were replaced recoveries happened but I was never quite myself again.
Later the world and for how it works in some ways with people all over the place disasters broke again the heart and made the head split.
I am two eyes blinking
on a rock
cotton on a stick
—-> Boggled in fear and amazement
overwhelmed at the outset
startled by something the eyes couldn’t see
Ffwd thankful for grace, guidance and wisdom and the understanding for what it means to return to or become again feeling like myself with two feet on the ground being energetic; in love with courage and honesty and want for peace and evolution of our humanity and consciousness.
Becoming more each moment aligned in ways to see it from both sides or on the wall with many eyes as the creator and the destroyer and for that both will continue to exist equally as powerful neither ever extinguished.
The blog was a sudden thing on a scale of light to dark whose imagery makes me wonder what the L happened.
It started with a few songs that came not long after the time I banned myself from keeping a journal, which seemed the only answer that might begin to make a dent in the same old and make a break through the narrative.
Sincerely, but becoming outdated and boring dramatically growing out of it and contemptuous even later toward the stack I was only adding to it one journal on top of the other like wood sounding like the one before.
It was taking years to get over.
She was frustrated that I couldn’t name the obstacle or do or be different. I was not yet able to pin down the wire long enough to change it or squeeze through its walls or the cracks in the floor fast enough in reverse to get out. And so at least aware of it was I looking for a way to split.
If I’m going to split let me split like (an) atom
I burned some of them in the kitchen sink. I lived in a top floor apartment in Toronto. It felt like home and comfortable somewhere I could find my way back to normal.
After an entanglement
disentanglement
pattern painful not corrected
contents
split
unravelled
continents
travelled
For the potential of a few words that might be true on pages of what’s left of the journals I save them for when I begin again.
I remember the years i was in it
and how long it took to get out.
I wonder why i let it
in
I let it
Let me out
What does it mean to alchemize yourself?
You change yourself from who you were to who you want to be—someone who can achieve your potential and fulfill your purpose. If you apply real personal and spiritual tools you can transmute negative stories, thoughts and habits as well as reactive tendencies.
This page and that blog are my light, a way in as an outlet, a portal or pathway to heal, a secret world I slip into. A voice for what is.
This page and that blog are my refuge. An access point to all my heart, previously muted and unavailable. A collection of poems written over a decade ago and now finally again some trickling in that say what comes to mind.
That blog is the foundation, the basis or groundwork below the frost line, the iceberg under the water, for the Light to be big enough to shine and give back to the community and communities that have helped me or in my travels. The song Addis is for projects in East Africa, all of this songs revenue is signed up for these or any world wide relief.
Line art and basic shapes began to form timeless scrambles endless mazes taking one on a spiritual walk in wonder, here with no mind I am free. Thankful for that.
May I be free to be recorded.
For putting things again on paper and to record again in ways that can be felt I am deleting links now and will restore later, could be another 10 years, OK come back later or soon for a copy of something like a book or the top thirty album.
Scars like These aren’t easy to share or expose, being about real people and places I love.
It is like a thread almost gone when she goes for the book and I am told to put my hand on it.
Fear passed unto me. Help me to let go.
At some point I am out of the way and the message writes itself.
At some point I listen and the music takes over.