I received a text at 5:06pm Tuesday ...."are you going to the Red Heart Alarm show tonight?"....
One hour later I was headed across town with my friend of many years to go see one of my favorite groups with no idea of who was playing on the bill with them. Red Heart Alarm ~ my favorite of many years, this is the group I am going out to show my support for. I try to attend as many shows as I can to support people I know putting their music and art out there and this group gets me out of the house on a night that I would normally already be settled in for a cozy night under purple blankets.
Even when I try I can't stay still. My body sways to their music and I know most of the words so when no one is listening or just cant hear me, I sing along. Before I know it I'm usually stomping my feet and grinning. If there is no dance floor and I can't "make" one, I sit and smack my thigh in appreciation and watch as I hear individual parts and peer around wood beams as I hear the drummer Donovan bring the house to cheers. When my friends are with me as was the case last night, we dance side by side grinning at each other.
Songs are a myriad of words woven together with tones that set our minds at ease...
get our hearts pumping...
spread smiles across our faces...
uncage our true selves so that we can feel..
Joy in Music
If you haven't been uplifted, forced to think on a memory from long ago, dance until your feet hurt...well maybe your just listening to the wrong music.
Enjoy Red Heart Alarm here...
http://www.reverbnation.com/redheartalarm
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Red-Heart-Alarm/116962068349302
Gotta love her now or die alone...
Sounds so absolute and a bit sad while also so true. A perfect line within a song sung by a group of young men so full of positive energy you cant help but smile while you dance along with their fantastic stage prancing and stomping.
Rhythm! O my goodness do they have it! I am in awe of how a group can perform on such a small stage let alone capture the attention of everyone because they have commandeered every inch within reach of their soles and have even taken flight from wooden crates.
Violins, harmonica, upright bass, guitar and drums! Can you play more than one drum at once, one being held by another and sing AND dance AND smile?? :)
Catch a listen here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZU3nFPZ5oM
Or here....this is the show I attended with a friend and I ummm...well I danced so much my hair was sweaty. Yep, I just admitted that. Had great fun! Thank you to Magic Giant for coming to Seattle to spread the music cheer!
https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=816635945075549&set=vb.570663683006111&type=2&theater
When's the last time you truly FELT music?
Peace,
Tera
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Hello Brain, Meet my Heart
I am beginning to wonder...
What man would meet, date and eventually successfully marry an artist of any type. Notice I said successfully. Simple, artists are not. Complex, intelligent and tasty. Not to mention often spiced with a sense of humor even while being unable to recite actual jokes, like me. I am joke handicapped.
I would love to hear from my followers, many of you are artists. We are unique, to say the least. We usually have multiple interests and don't sit idle for long. This writing at the computer is the closest I come to sitting still. Many of you, like me are more than likely also insomniacs. God forbid we miss out on starlight, moonlight or daylight for that matter. There just is not enough time in the day, seriously for all that I want and need to do.
I am not joking when I say I want to open my own cafe/coffee house complete with clothes closet and soup kitchen. In it I would also have a gift shop area to sell handcrafted items and if able, I would offer boarding either for people on the spectrum or the broken hearted. This last one is a new concept that I am sure my business plan writer will have a field day with. I want to offer temporary housing to women who have no where to go and have to or want to leave their husbands.
And yes, I am growing my hair out for Locks of Love. This is going to be as tough as opening my own brick and mortar store. Already, I am not liking the way my hair is laying. I need a hat. I have ventured to Target twice and tried them on, even found one I like a lot. But it is WOOL and it is summer!
I am rambling and my words are getting a bit off topic. Where was I going with this? I know....
I consider myself an artist. I am in no particular hurry to meet someone new. I really should concentrate on my goals. Refer to my other blog to read on those. Publish, school, work, jewelry, store. Those are my goals in a nutshell. I write on four blogs, associatedcontent.com, in journals and now, I am writing a story. I also create jewelry and small sculptures and beads with clay. I can paint a little and do rub on art. I took a few lamp working classes and if I kept it up, I may be ok. I once learned to play the violin. I even dabbled in stamping. I can sew, bake and decorate.
My thought here is who the heck is going to understand all that I want to do and all that is in my head and give me the time and space to do it? All the while remembering that I tend to give 200% and will make the time for people in my life. Especially someone who would understand and embrace my thoughts and lifestyle. That's another subject. I have forgone china, big houses, cable tv and more to live simply to create. Not only does a person have to understand that but they have to be non judgmental, patient and passionate. They would have to look past my skull and cross bone tennis shoes, my silver spoon rings, my gunmetal nail polish and see my soul.
These things I wear, they are like a shield against what I will call suits. God love them and someone has to be them but I want someone willing to be silly. I have never met a "suit" that was silly. That same person would also have to sit down and drink coffee with me and stick their nose in a book or watch old movies and play Monopoly, Scrabble and Yahtzee. If they loved the sound of water as much as race cars then even better!
Yep, hello brain, meet my heart.
Let's face it. Not only are we artist types not simple folks but brain, heart, soul, physical, mental...all connected. Dot to dot. I have met some that are close to this that are not artists. But it seems I meet many that have a broken chain. No dot to dot, something is missing.
Another goal of mine is to change the world one word at a time. If I can make you question, think, analyze, make a change in your life or someone else's then, I have done well.
What man would meet, date and eventually successfully marry an artist of any type. Notice I said successfully. Simple, artists are not. Complex, intelligent and tasty. Not to mention often spiced with a sense of humor even while being unable to recite actual jokes, like me. I am joke handicapped.
I would love to hear from my followers, many of you are artists. We are unique, to say the least. We usually have multiple interests and don't sit idle for long. This writing at the computer is the closest I come to sitting still. Many of you, like me are more than likely also insomniacs. God forbid we miss out on starlight, moonlight or daylight for that matter. There just is not enough time in the day, seriously for all that I want and need to do.
I am not joking when I say I want to open my own cafe/coffee house complete with clothes closet and soup kitchen. In it I would also have a gift shop area to sell handcrafted items and if able, I would offer boarding either for people on the spectrum or the broken hearted. This last one is a new concept that I am sure my business plan writer will have a field day with. I want to offer temporary housing to women who have no where to go and have to or want to leave their husbands.
And yes, I am growing my hair out for Locks of Love. This is going to be as tough as opening my own brick and mortar store. Already, I am not liking the way my hair is laying. I need a hat. I have ventured to Target twice and tried them on, even found one I like a lot. But it is WOOL and it is summer!
I am rambling and my words are getting a bit off topic. Where was I going with this? I know....
I consider myself an artist. I am in no particular hurry to meet someone new. I really should concentrate on my goals. Refer to my other blog to read on those. Publish, school, work, jewelry, store. Those are my goals in a nutshell. I write on four blogs, associatedcontent.com, in journals and now, I am writing a story. I also create jewelry and small sculptures and beads with clay. I can paint a little and do rub on art. I took a few lamp working classes and if I kept it up, I may be ok. I once learned to play the violin. I even dabbled in stamping. I can sew, bake and decorate.
My thought here is who the heck is going to understand all that I want to do and all that is in my head and give me the time and space to do it? All the while remembering that I tend to give 200% and will make the time for people in my life. Especially someone who would understand and embrace my thoughts and lifestyle. That's another subject. I have forgone china, big houses, cable tv and more to live simply to create. Not only does a person have to understand that but they have to be non judgmental, patient and passionate. They would have to look past my skull and cross bone tennis shoes, my silver spoon rings, my gunmetal nail polish and see my soul.
These things I wear, they are like a shield against what I will call suits. God love them and someone has to be them but I want someone willing to be silly. I have never met a "suit" that was silly. That same person would also have to sit down and drink coffee with me and stick their nose in a book or watch old movies and play Monopoly, Scrabble and Yahtzee. If they loved the sound of water as much as race cars then even better!
Yep, hello brain, meet my heart.
Let's face it. Not only are we artist types not simple folks but brain, heart, soul, physical, mental...all connected. Dot to dot. I have met some that are close to this that are not artists. But it seems I meet many that have a broken chain. No dot to dot, something is missing.
Another goal of mine is to change the world one word at a time. If I can make you question, think, analyze, make a change in your life or someone else's then, I have done well.
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