Music is my gateway into the spiritual realm, and it is for many of us. Music has been said to be the universal language, and if you’ve ever partook in a really great jam session, you wouldn’t doubt that for a beat. I had a lot of great jam sessions the past few months, and when it was all flowing, me and the others playing were communicating through the music realm. This summer was magical for me. I gave in to my intuition, held on tightly to my intentions, accepted my character traits and massaged my way of viewing them so they all were seen as empowering, learned lessons and learned to practice what I learn, and made many pacts to myself. Because music is what brought me to the place where I learned so many of these lessons, my music quest is officially a spirit quest. Continue reading
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Music Quest -exit to enter
In my first post I explained how the beginning of Music Quest was about reflecting on what brought me to this point in my life, figuring out why I am devoting my life to being a musician, and releasing works I’ve done to make room for new ones. Well I am now happy to say that I am exiting that part of my quest, and entering a new one. With that, here is a track called, “Bring Me Back.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PKf7981_2w&feature=youtu.be
This track was written for a film project for a company I worked for that hosted themed parties, often Alice in Wonderland themed parties. I’ve always had a fascination with Alice in Wonderland, anything that involves being immersed in a different world has always intrigued me. Alice spends her story trying to find her way out of the rabbit hole she fell into, trying to get back to where she came from. But maybe if she decided that she fell for a reason, to learn something, she wouldn’t fear disappearing into this rabbit hole world. Continue reading
Music Quest -sing the blues
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verb: to feel or express worry, discontent
noun: A sequence of bars or ridges on the fingerboard of some stringed musical instruments (such as guitar), used for fixing the positions of the fingers to produce the desired notes
I have this memory of being a young girl playing alone in my bedroom. But I wasn’t playing with dolls, I was playing pretend, and not that I was a ballerina, but that I was locked in my room and pounding on the door desperately trying to escape. I sat by the door with tears in my eyes, though I could get up and walk out any time I wanted. There was no lock on my door as a child, so I drew one in with magic marker. The imaginary lock remained there until puberty when I upgraded to an actual locked door. I remembered this childhood game only recently as I’ve been contemplating my reasons for being an artist. Whenever I feel my efforts are in vain I take a step back and really ask myself if I am on this journey because I am compelled to from within – or if it is a game for me, a goal I set in my mind that I’m too stubborn to let go of until I reach it. The question keeps coming up, why art, why make it? Does it really help anyone but myself? Continue reading