tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218455102024-03-05T05:08:44.164-08:00. the think .faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-33095221638482848292012-12-31T10:51:00.001-08:002012-12-31T10:59:02.223-08:00. breathless in the high to low .31 december 2012<br />
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my annual yearly report.<br />
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breathless in the high to low<br />
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that was my 2012. beautifully intense, vivid wonders with equally painful moments of loss. I suppose it keeps it all in balance but at times it's hard to have such peaks and valleys. Ireland, Turkey, booming business, amazing shows with so many talented others, new musical friends, new musical projects, rainbows, stars, folktales from village women, Guinness and Creans, castles and hot air balloons... ah, hundreds of moments that took my breath away. And then so many left this world with whom i was close with or really looked forward to sharing/learning more from. Never take things or time for granted. I wish i could have shared my travels and gathered more wisdom from each and every one. I know that they will live on within me and, every time I can recall their smile, I will be reminded to live just a little louder for me, for them; but at times it still takes my breath away.<br />
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What i learned :<br />
trust, acceptance, and be in the now. I over-analyze everything. I worked on thinking less and doing more. Trusting that I could do whatever was tossed at me. I had to keep focused, accepting all the curves in the road, the random rainstorms, the phantom walls that needed to be pushed through. I found that I would drift away during songs and performances, lingering on some idea of where or when. "Snap to this breath, this exhale", I would tell myself. Every moment now is real and, for a good part of early spring and summer, I was so busy with teaching that it was difficult to really be 100% in the now. I suppose it's normal to get caught up in a whirlwind of hafta dos, and must look at thats. I've work on it for the last 4 months and I feel that I have truly been more present than ever before. In doing so, I have learned more about how things/society/music/people truly affect me.<br />
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Music:<br />
While this year wasnt legendary with CD releases, I did release one album, "Far Far Away", which I wasnt happy with it as a work in the beginning of the year. I felt it horribly flawed and all I could hear were the things that I needed/wanted to change. I took a 7 month break from listening and found, on my flight to Tulsa, that it wasnt any of those things. It was stark and heartbreaking, wrapped in ends of relationships, dreams on stars that burned out too bright... wintery songs, exactly what I was going through and feeling. It was raw and truthful and perhaps I didn't want to hear those things. As the year went on I went through some musical droughts. I was extremely busy which made the muse drift away from lack of attention on my part. On July 3, 2 days after a remarkable soul passed on, I awoke from a dream with all these words knocking on my forehead. I picked up a pencil, paper, my guitar and said 7 (placement of capo) and "play it like a mandolin"... which means only use the E A D G strings. Within 15 mins I had the entire "Woodcarver" song written and finished. I didn't edit it. I let it live just as it was came to me. I think it is one of the most amazing gifts I have been given from beyond. My sister and I were talking last evening about people who study different languages and begin to dream in that language. When they do, it is said that they truly become fluent. She believes music is my language. While I have written a few songs from waking up from dreams, I say I am still learning. Miles Davis says, ".. you have to play a long time to be able to play like yourself.." I think he is right.<br />
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We released our first DVD this year about our trip to Ireland. In early 2013, expect another DVD about my tour to Turkey. It's been an amazing journey this year. I am glad that I have had such phenomenal people to travel with and so many being supportive emotionally and financially. I an extremely grateful.<br />
We also had a slew of music videos this year! Who knew we would be so fancy!<br />
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My music recommendations:<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/BlueStarCreeper?ref=ts&fref=ts" target="_blank">Blue Star Creeper</a>'s latest CD, "Climbing Down From the Moon," is my favorite album of 2012. It was recorded with Jack Endino and Steve Coy. Luis Toledo did the amazing cover art. This album is wonderful. Poetic, passionate, rockin', and creatively inspiring. I paint to it often. These boys are some of the best people that I have met in Seattle. I love them dearly and truly hold their music in high regard.<br />
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<a href="http://www.pattismith.net/" target="_blank">Patti Smith</a>'s "Banga" comes in second. I loved this album from the very first track. Patti is not a hard sell for me, but not all albums I can listen to straight through without skipping. This album is beautifully poetic and iconically Patti. It's perfect from beginning to end. It is expressive as her book "Just Kids", which is one of my favorite reads from last year. She's just amazing and I am thankful that she still tours. February 2013 cannot come fast enough! She is one kick ass lady.<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/tinadico?ref=ts&fref=ts" target="_blank">Tina Dico</a>'s CD "Where Do You Go to Disappear" makes this year's top 5. While it's not my ultimate favorite release from her, it makes it into third place. It really tugged at my heart. She writes from the deep part of the soul and often has songs that are so easy to relate to ... heartbreak, sunbreaks... powerful stuff. While she didn't come to town this year, I have a feeling that I will catch a show soon since the new CD is out.<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/MarkGibsonMusic?ref=ts&fref=ts" target="_blank">Mark Gibson</a>'s "Beautifully Deconstructed" takes fourth place. I just received this album 3 days ago and it is quickly becoming a favorite. It's a beautifully full album musically...lush guitar sounds, great lead work, even bowed bass. Production quality is top. Songs are very radio friendly and strong, heart wrenching to sexy. But the thing that I most love about the album is Mark's voice. It will swoon your soul. I had the opportunity to catch a show with my sister on the 28th or December. Great performance. I think it was even better than the CD and that's saying lots since the CD is that good. Bass player Ryan Magnani knocked my socks off with his bass skills. He also plays a stomp box and tambo on his boot.. He makes a wicked rhythm section. It will be interesting to see where these boys will go. <br />
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Taking fifth place is an EP by Seattle Band Clearly Beloved. "The City I am Building for You" is super creative with folklore fires burning into phoenix dreams. This band is one of the most creative forces I have ever experienced. Fronted by two extremely powerful fiddle toting women, Clearly Beloved creates a theatre experience at every concert. Paper mache waves or singing puppets, deer antlers and more! No two shows are alike. Their music is reminiscent of the 1970s British Folk Rock movement that I love so dearly. I can't wait to hear more from them!<br />
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What's next...<br />
Travel as much as I can. Spend more time outside. Find a greater balance between work and play. I love what I do but I let it consume me a little more than I should have this year. I will make a greater effort to strike a balance. I am looking into joining ballet again. I need a dance outlet. While spinning around at the beach counts as dance, I am looking forward to a little more discipline. Scotland is on the radar for Nov 2013. We are still getting nudged about going back to Ireland. I will see if I can attach it to the Scotland tour and save a little $$ on travel. I am quite sure whatever unfolds will completely take my breath away. <br />
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I wish you the best for 2013. May you sail closer to your dreams. May you take time for yourself and do all the things that you love to do. Do things that frighten you too. Do things that you have always dreamed of doing. The time is now. Own it.<br />
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thanks from the bottom of my heart,<br />
-Faefaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-2021142570675539522012-09-26T10:40:00.001-07:002012-09-26T10:40:17.698-07:00Tomorrow's the Day!<div align="left">
<span style="color: black;">Wednesday, September 26, 2012</span></div>
<span style="color: black;">Tomorrow's the day!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I fly away.. to ancient ruins, colourful people, and walk along silk road history.<br />
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</span><span style="color: maroon;"><i>"If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul."<br />
-</i></span><span style="color: maroon;"><i>Alphonse de Lamartine<br />
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Thank you to Dena for making this advenure possible!<br />
My bag is packed. I have a trusty guitar thanks to my friend Dirk!<br />
My mind is a flutter with what may be and dreams of traveling so far.<br />
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I told Adam that I was going to be a time traveler! Going
ahead 10 hours from Seattle. When I call him, I will be in the future!
Makes the geeky kid in me giggle!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">I did decide to bring my laptop so I
will post photos along the way. I will also try to blog, but I am more
of the ink pen to paper kind of lady. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Thank you for the support! </span>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-36970062652863238582012-08-10T10:53:00.002-07:002012-08-10T10:53:52.295-07:00Adventure,,,,From Joyfully Jobless...<br />
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"'<span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1344621109069128"><span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1344621109069122">An
adventure is any undertaking the outcome of which cannot be known at
the outset." It's the polar opposite of living with scheduled certainty.
Adventure is propelled by curiosity, imagination and a </span><span>willingness to be delighted by the unexpected."</span></span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1344621109069128"><span>*nod* </span></span>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-47221053709294957442012-02-26T23:17:00.003-08:002012-02-26T23:27:37.612-08:00. when the stars align .So much has happened in a month.<br />Geli left the band. Snows and new songs.<br />Taxes, new bookings, a new recording for Syren.<br />RPM Challenge. Date nights with my beautiful husband.<br />finding the blue behind the clouds.<br />New musical adventures with clarinetists and one Dan Connolly.<br />I suppose when great changes occur a general cleansing of the heart also happens.<br />I find myself trying to be less critical of myself. i am usually my worst enemy in change.<br />i pray that my self esteem stays in check. <br />and that my general cheerleader for the world attitude keeps me rah rahin' all the way to summer.<br /><br />In other news.. it's hard to believe that just over a month away I will we in Ireland with the boys, playing music and soaking up history.<br /><br />such a charmed life. I wonder how I became so fortunate to have all these beautiful things happening. <br /><br />dreams glisten like springtime spiderwebs.<br />we are on the verge of new growth...<br />change is in the air and it is welcomedfaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-31361220709910623842012-01-15T11:30:00.000-08:002012-08-06T23:11:40.827-07:0015 years... how time flies15 years ago today i landed on Vancouver island. <br />
i fell in love with a magical place and boy<br />
i slept with whimsy and dined on dreams<br />
i met friends that would last my lifetime...<br />
i grew with the cedars and listen to the raven<br />
i got tangled in sea kelp and silly games that often come with love<br />
i learned how to be alone and how to play music from my heart<br />
i walked through places that seemed to be ripped from pages of storybooks<br />
i fell and i hurt, but i got up again.<br />
i watched whales playing in the wake of the ferry and i was waking from my childhood life<br />
i painted canvas, fingers, and skin<br />
i believed in romance, fairies, and in people others thought i was wasting time with.<br />
i watched the fog dress the springtime blossoms in mystery with my dear friday friend at the top of the city<br />
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at times, i wish i could go back again... but am grateful for where i am now.<br />
15 years ago ...<br />
i tasted salt air for the first time, kissed a memory, started a new chapter that would last for 6 years.<br />
and it changed me forever.<br />
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thankful for all that has happen.<br />
and all that will.<br />
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www.weareseastar.comfaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-17983491164856984592012-01-12T07:11:00.000-08:002012-01-12T08:17:36.021-08:00. perspective .<span style="font-style:italic;">"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."</span><br />~Anaïs Nin<br /><br />perceptions are a funny thing.<br /><br />when I was 19, near the Board of Trade and the Starbucks on Clark St. in Chicago, I was hit by a taxicab while crossing the street. I had just finished my shift,I had the light, and crossed the street. The taxi, as most taxicabs in Chicago, was making some interesting maneuvers as it came down the street. I noticed about halfway in the crosswalk that the taxi wasn't stopping. My highly caffeinated 19 year old body ran and arched my body forward in hopes of missing the oncoming vehicle. Thankfully, I wasn't killed or hurt. All that was hit was my book bag. The taxi never stopped. <br /><br />when I got to the curb, 4 people came running up, including a police officer. The older woman said, "Oh my, he hit your leg and back! Call an ambulance! you should sue!" The drunk guy holding a sign said that I ran in front of the car on purpose. The business man said that the taxi sped up and that I never was touched then continued to bantered with lady that too many people sue over anything. And the police officer said, after he wrote down the license plate, "you were walking with the crosswalk light, the cab was in the wrong" and that I was lucky.<br /><br />from my point of view, what I felt and lived, yes, I was walking with the crosswalk light. yes, I did run away when I saw the car speeding up. And yes, he didn't physically hit my body parts, but did hit my book bag which later I found that the impact had 2 cracked cassette tapes; not to mention the crazy guy never stopped!<br /><br />I suppose what I am getting at is that we can be involved in something and people can see things from many points of view. Depending on how we are feeling, where we come from, how we are wired, what our day has been like, etc.; we may not see or experience the same thing as the next person.<br /><br />this memory came flooding back this morning as i am dealing with a situation that has been weighing on my heart. personal relationships can have very different perceptions and expectations. What one thinks is perfectly acceptable may be completely ludicrous to the other. A heated conversation can start in one world and end up in two different worlds with 2 very different views of how things went down. <br /><br />due to all the variables, is the result of this perception equation is truly solvable?<br /><br />No clue. If we are fortunate to have a footing on the same thought wave, or compassion to see the flip of the coin, perhaps.<br /><br />I think it's important to keep crossing that street. And, while the taxicab is speeding up, act with your gut, trust your heart, and do the very best you can. Hopefully, at the curb, there will be a common ground to exist in. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"What we see depends mainly on what we look for."</span> <br />~John Lubbockfaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-77767610941231734962011-11-18T12:13:00.000-08:002011-11-18T12:28:47.285-08:00. the Sailor .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-VyakaybRooa1QFw_72q2-A33gavXtSziuHwjsap9W4OoUO35R7OpCsx5KXR3sUdWajSQ7fNsNf5Ie0wvOxRPZowm8OFpTFYCRub26hFshGzb2OtJYyd_JUynmWIfsOPPeZV/s1600/seahorses+vintage+images+graphicsfairy005.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-VyakaybRooa1QFw_72q2-A33gavXtSziuHwjsap9W4OoUO35R7OpCsx5KXR3sUdWajSQ7fNsNf5Ie0wvOxRPZowm8OFpTFYCRub26hFshGzb2OtJYyd_JUynmWIfsOPPeZV/s320/seahorses+vintage+images+graphicsfairy005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676434717274342162" /></a><br /><br />Oh, the North winds are blowing<br />and I can't see beyond the fog.<br />It's been 10 weeks since I've held my son<br />and my one true love.<br /><br />The black waters keep rolling<br />In the distance a lonely horn<br />and the gael starts screaming<br />as we sail the eye of the storm.<br /><br />But in the dead of night, with no land in sight<br />you feel a silence, a silence deep in your bones.<br />and the sirens sings and your eyes see things<br />makes you wonder, will I ever get home?<br /><br />And the waves pour around us<br />try and keep a level head<br />with no sleep and a face full of drink<br />you think you're better off dead<br /><br />My father worked on a trawler<br />and his father too<br />he said "do what you can, stay on land."<br />but these veins salt water runs through<br /><br />And in the dead of night, with no land in sight<br />you feel a silence, a silence deep in your bones.<br />though the sirens sings and your eyes see things<br />you wonder, will I ever get home?<br /><br />And the haul's on for hours.<br />My fingers are frozen stone<br />and my fears play cruel games.<br />I see lost sailors in the foam.<br /><br />There's a red sky tonight<br />and no more lines to set.<br />Home we will go with riches in tow<br />but my heart will not soon forget.<br /><br />In the dead of night, with no land in sight<br />you feel a silence, a silence deep in your bones.<br />and the sirens sings and your eyes see things<br />makes you wonder, will I ever get home?<br />will I ever get home....<br /><br />11.03.11<br />S. Fae Wiedenhoeftfaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-86438058256987020922011-10-16T15:10:00.000-07:002011-10-16T16:13:35.059-07:00. on the verge.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwma1eZRrygiHeG-VTvMBmPCEawDRaCY6XFxlUgjX538yYbNt3CyqEDVqcpX1bAUF63cDyawt8z65hKpfCEOCJW20dwC4_5EmHQWXCuFHFJyJTyMN3m1VsR5hy3VVkMAGCPfb/s1600/octoberfae.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwma1eZRrygiHeG-VTvMBmPCEawDRaCY6XFxlUgjX538yYbNt3CyqEDVqcpX1bAUF63cDyawt8z65hKpfCEOCJW20dwC4_5EmHQWXCuFHFJyJTyMN3m1VsR5hy3VVkMAGCPfb/s320/octoberfae.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664232112246046130" /></a><br /><br />i feel a storm brewing<br />a change is coming soon<br />the north winds start a blowin'<br />and the seas grow dark and loom<br /><br />i do not know what is to come<br />if illusions will blind my spark<br />if my true love will stay with me<br />or if folly will break my heart<br /><br />there is a change a comin<br />a laughter is on the wind<br />the serpent, it is coiling<br />and a new path begins<br /><br />the trees are shedding secrets<br />a wisdom swirls around<br />my soul is drenched and pining<br />and light is scarcely found<br /><br />and yet i am returning<br />to the birthplace of my soul<br />to the shores of Eire's dreams<br />To the shores of Eire's lore<br /><br />and in my palm is a glowing orb<br />of hope and love, no fear<br />to feel the arms ancestral stars<br />to hold the darkness near<br /><br />to know the dark is to know the light<br />without it we lost<br />beloved sun and crimson moon<br />caught in the heat and frost<br /><br />the mossy stones, the oak and ash<br />a dance to the mummer's song<br />for in the spring a reckoning<br />on the verge of lost and found<br /><br /><br /><br />fae 16oct11faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-33728546143704026542011-05-28T12:35:00.000-07:002011-11-18T12:36:35.228-08:00when the surrender button is stuckI've been performing in front of live audiences since the age of 12. I've played for family, friends, school functions, choral programs, big stage shows, cafes, pubs, festivals, and international audiences of over 2000. And while I have banked all these stage hours, I still get nervous to get on stage.<br /><br />This past week was a buzz with the CD finalization, promotion correspondence and meetings, new student preparation, lesson planning for summer programs, etc. I had very little sleep and downtime.<br /><br />The week started with my student's voice recital on Sunday. What a remarkable experience it was to witness the growth of my young singers/performers. Many of my students were performing for the first time ever. There were little nervous eyes staring back at me during our warm-up/pep talk before the recital. I remember quoting my past teachers and the wise words they spoke to me before going on stage…<br /><br />My choral teacher, Mrs. Robbins, said, "Bend your knees.. Breathe!. You do not want to faint."<br /><br />Chuck Soumar, vocal coach for Morton High School productions and from the band The Ides Of March, told me before the opening night of Fiorello, "Sing like you will never have another opportunity to sing again in your lifetime."<br /><br />Kind and honest words from Tom Rusnak, my theatre teacher, rang out, "Trust yourself. It's all there."<br /><br />My students rocked the recital! I am so proud of their journey! It was amazing to see them wrangle their nerves, find their breath, and sing out!<br /><br />Last night at the Northwest FolkLife Festival, I had such a case of nerves.<br />I was knock kneed, short of breath, and my mind was a flutter. One of my reset buttons when my nerves get jumbled is to mutter internally 'surrender'.<br />First song... "Surrender"... still short of breath.. can't hear my guitar, ... insert about 4,000 other worries and silly concerns....<br />Second song... "Surrender"... still jumbly.. still knock kneed... was kicking myself for eating those Might O doughnuts an hour before the show.. Perhaps I was all jazzed up on sugar! Oye! <br />Third song.. "Surrender".... a bit better. The tune was an old standby for us. It was pretty solid.<br />Fourth song... the new song... the one I was most tangled about. My hands were shaking; my heart was snuggling up with my tonsils. Deep breath "Surrender.. Surrender.. Surrender..". I ebbed and flowed. The song is deeply personal and that alone is sometimes an uphill endurance adventure. To allow yourself to become vulnerable in front of 50+ strangers is a tough one. By end I think I was surfacing back in the land of the normal.<br /><br />After the show, many friends and fans greeted us with "well Done" and "great job". We made some great contacts, sold CDs. I am very proud of the band and their performance. They rocked it. I am also my worst critic and felt that I cheated them in some way for being out of the performance for so long. It was my dear friend, Dan Niven, who I believe is truly an angel, that told me, in essence, to relax and to assume the theatrical light. He was so right! I suppose sometimes smiling with your upper teeth while your heart is on Mister Toady's wild ride can be complicated. :D<br /><br />Full circle<br /><br />There are days when the freckle-faced, 15 year old, "Sandy" who is getting ready for opening night of Guys and Dolls peeks through my thirty something eyes. She makes me remember that getting lost in my head isn't going to get me through the show; it keeps me from the magic. It is humbling to have these kinds of experiences. Keeps my ego in check, keeps me in the moment, and reminds me to surrender and let it happen.<br /><br />"Trust... it's all there!"<br />Thanks TR.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-59989320952339063152011-05-10T12:30:00.000-07:002012-01-20T16:31:03.785-08:00. Gold .A new tune written on the may full moon...<br /><br />.gold.<br /><br /><br />I need a question without an answer<br />i need a vast sky to get swallowed in<br />I need a story with a happy ending<br />And a new one waiting to begin.<br /><br />I need a sunset I can hold in my teacup.<br />I need a horse to take me to the edge of the world.<br />I need the wonder I held as a child<br />And a whiskey with my dearest pals<br /><br />These days roll on like thunder<br />These years skip by too fast<br />One day we're running free as naked as a breeze<br />And the next one could be our last<br />But i know...<br />This life is gold.<br /><br />I need no books on mediation.<br />I need no fortuneteller to tell me my path<br />I need a beach, my guitar, and glowing fire<br />And some friends to share a laugh<br /><br />I need a day without phone calls and computers<br />I need a street with no traffic to fight<br />I need a smile from a perfect stranger<br />And a clear and star-filled night<br /><br />These days roll on like thunder<br />These years skip by too fast<br />One day we're running free as naked as a breeze<br />And the next one could be our last<br />But i know...<br />This life is gold.<br /><br />may 9, 2011 s.fae wiedenhoeftfaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-81715713557606703762011-03-01T08:21:00.000-08:002011-03-01T09:16:46.991-08:00Like a lion in the sky...<img src="http://jetbutterfly.com/ss/roar.jpg"> photos by fae.. tulsa zoo 2007<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The March wind roars<br />Like a lion in the sky,<br />And makes us shiver<br />As he passes by.<br /><br />When winds are soft,<br />And the days are warm and clear,<br />Just like a gentle lamb,<br />Then spring is here."<br />- Author Unknown<br /></span><br />I have a roar.. I am bent up, cooped in, needing nature, ocean, old friends, big sweaters, and a seaside fire. The winter has officially got to me.<br /><br />As my body is still feeling the effects of this never ending cold, I finally have put to rest my frustration with myself for not completing this year's RPM challenge. This is a challenge that I have participated in during the last 4 years. One has to write a complete album of music in the month of February to complete it. While I was able to create some tunes, nothing seemed to flow. My muse felt chained to a rock. I felt like nothing was fresh.. I was spinning my wheels. This was very hard for me. But quite a lesson for me to just let go....<br /><br />The month also held for me a great sadness as I am still dealing with the passing of my father. His birthday was February 12 and we happened to have a gig that night. The phenomenal people within my band SeaStar helped arrange a great version of "El Paso" by Marty Robbins. This was one of my Dad's favorite tunes. Falcone sang it so well and Geli played the opening riff with precision! The folks loved it and we had everyone toast to my Dad. I truly believe I felt his presence there with us that night!<br /><br />About a week before that night, there was a change in our band lineup. Doug decided to leave and that set me for a loop. While bands are never an easy thing to manage, they are a lesson in relationships. We wish him well and are grateful for his contributions to the music.<br /><br />The upswings of the month were traveling to Index, WA and meeting Pat Sample of Paradise Sound. We will start recording our new CD with Pat in April! It is very exciting! Our pledge drive on Kickstarter has been slow and but steady. We are currently raising money to fund the new CD. You can help by visiting our <a href="http://kck.st/fgWH9X">Kickstarter</a> page. We hope that folks will look at it as a pre-sale to the new CD. We promise you will not be disappointed! We have 30 days to make it to $4500. If we do not make our goal, we do not get the money and you will not be charged. But my fingers, toes, and armpits are crossed that we will make it to our goal and perhaps beyond!!<br /><br />The band has also had some fun gigs this month! We had a lovely night in Arlington, WA playing the Mirkwood Cafe. Wonderful folks there! I truly love making music with Captain, Geli, & Falcone... Not only are they lovely friends, they make my heart feel free. Big kudos to them.<br /><br />So.. on to March.. new month, new page.. always feels like a fresh start.<br />We are playing 3 gigs this montb! Should be great fun. I also updated a new website for the <a href="http://seastar.jetbutterfly.com/">band</a> Trying to keep things neat and tidy.<br /><br />My fingers are also crossed that I can get away with Captain a weekend this month. I need that seaside fire, the woods, the sound of the water to set me back to me. Funny how life can knock one off balance! Thankfully, I like to get back up.. even if I have to crawl and eat a little dirt. quite the lesson. we are always so hard on ourselves. once we let go.. our shoulders do not feel so heavy and the light can touch our foreheads. true wisdom happens when we just stop thinking.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-80278220771972906312010-11-30T11:23:00.000-08:002011-03-01T09:11:48.778-08:00even the great big sky.. it sheds a tearfrom...Tuesday, November 30, 2010 at 11:23am<br /><br />the last month has been hard. ... probably the hardest in my life. i find that with each day, it somehow seems to hurt just a little bit more. The reality of death can be so bitter.<br /><br />I am doing alright, i suppose. Funny, I never thought that I would be dealing with this now when things were going so well for my dad. Acceptance is a thing i never have struggled with; but, now I feel very childlike. I suppose just knowing that my dad will never be there when I have a silly question about how to fix something, or why do i have to do this that way, etc... or just knowing that I will never have another opportunity to hear his voice again is pretty hard to swallow. I know that life is never forever. I can rationalize everything to the ninth degree.... but at the end of the day, the bottom line is that it stinks that my dad passed away. and i feel sad. It's not a bad thing and if I wasn't sad, I suppose, I would be worried.<br /><br />Beyond my own grief is the constant worry about my mom. I am usually very good at cheering people up, helping them cope, being a support system. And while I think that I have been all these things for her.. she is so broken about this. I fear that her sadness will take her away from this world too. I don't know if I could manage that... not now. i try not to think that way but it pops into my mind. And I know one day that will be the reality. But focusing on it really doesn't do me any good. I am grateful for my sisters and their help. They have been with my mom, helping round the house, there for company, etc.. and it's even harder on them because they see what she is going through first hand while dealing with their own sorrow. I believe that both of them are up for sainthood if there is a poll. :) seriously.<br /><br />I dont think that there is a magical time limit on how long one should be sad for. I suppose that it will get easier and lighter over time.. Holidays are one of my most favorite times of of the year and I am feeling pretty heavy about them. I am usually Fa-La-la-la-lahing my way through the world right about now, but my Fa-la-la-la is a bit broken. I am so darn thankful for all those acting classes so I can smile with my upper teeth and get through singing Christmas songs in lessons. I put up a little tree in the Caboose to try to get in the spirit.. and my dad would think it was pretty cool.. but every now and again i find myself with a quiver in my lip and my eyes welling up waiting for me to let free.. and the thoughts of Christmas morning without him crushes my breath.. and darn it if these thoughts do not pop up at the damnedest times...like walking to the bus.. cleaning the house.. and i get pretty good at keeping it together.. but other times.. i just cry and just let myself go..<br /><br />I read that dealing with death is just another adventure in getting older.. then why do i feel so young and so uncertain of how to act, be, think, feel, hope... reading books on grief isn't really helping me. They depress me a little more, actually. I dont think that there is a magic pill or formula that I must follow to grieve. i think what I am going through is pretty normal and i just have to learn this very hard lesson of letting go.<br /><br />I am very lucky to have such good friends that have helped me with many endeavors this year. It amazes me how many people care about my little projects and my heart. I am humbled, grateful, and honored to have that.<br /><br />As this day ends, only one more month to go for 2010. I look forward to this year ending.. it was a tough one. While lots of positive stuff happened (opened the Caboose!, new CD, successful summer camps, tour to Chicago, excellent visits with family and friends), I lost so many precious things... my dad, two friends from my childhood, and in a lessor spectrum of value, my favorite brooch and pashmina, both gifts from my dear sister in music. I have learned very hard business lessons, relationship lessons, and personal lessons about being generous to a fault. I truly believe that every experience changes you.. shifting sands, tide and time, sun and storms... and as this year draws to an end, i have more than few scars from the gale in 2010.<br /><br />I look forward to 2011 and its new adventures. More music, more friends, more experiences! Come hell or high water I will have that new CD finished that I have been talking about. We will go on tour. and the Caboose will be rocking with more music then Country Village has ever heard! I am sure my happy Fae-self will get back to her regular scheduled program of cheer and sunshine...and hope that i can be half as good of a friend as mine have been to me...<br /><br />"Tough times never last... but tough people do."<br /><br />This I will not forget.<br /><br />now.. to the future....faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-73038440139497871942010-06-15T08:28:00.000-07:002010-06-15T08:29:57.574-07:00wisdom from a rooster...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKTBmnn9SwJV11i18sVZ5cmmDWkj9cDOKeCP9SLdNc_wRuYMrIOaLJnnPoaTAx8HVln1763bgNLuY3Lw1V8PdvXy-VBXwrk7NYudRduXwYicZCbjJk2nF7Sh9qgANnQq5UEfD/s1600/chicken.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKTBmnn9SwJV11i18sVZ5cmmDWkj9cDOKeCP9SLdNc_wRuYMrIOaLJnnPoaTAx8HVln1763bgNLuY3Lw1V8PdvXy-VBXwrk7NYudRduXwYicZCbjJk2nF7Sh9qgANnQq5UEfD/s400/chicken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483022944432902018" /></a><br />As many of you know, I work and teach at Country Village, a little shopping village with trees, ponds, shops, ducks, geese, and chickens. My daily life includes many a serenade by my feathered friends, the roosters. Yesterday, as I sipped my Americano from the Village Bean and watched the infamous "Phyllis Diller" rooster, and I heard more than just his top 40 hit "Coc-a-doodle-doo". The rooster was perched up on a flowerpot staring into the window of Bella & Max. I thought for a moment he was intrigued by the colours of the kids clothing in the store; but can roosters even see colours? Then it dawned on me. He was looking at the rooster he saw in the window, getting frustrated and flustered by the moment, at himself.<br /><br />Wild, I thought as I put down my latest edition of "Joyfully Jobless", a publication that encourages self-employment and living your dream. How often we are up against ourselves in our day. We can be our own worst enemy. Self-image, self esteem... a frustration of our lack of something, and the feeling of hopelessness that this mirror gazing can conjure… <br /><br />"Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"... There are days when we may see a great beauty and days when we see a Bloody Mary.<br /><br />Perhaps I haven't been drinking enough Bloody Marys lately since I have been seriously busy over the last 4 months. Busy in good ways, but I have not had a whole lot of personal time to pause, chill, paint, hit my reset button. I have been extremely hard on myself during all this. While confidence is usually not an issue, I have, at times, doubted my abilities, my knowledge, and have even begin to wonder if I am doing enough. I am working against myself in those times. Not being gentle and forgiving with what the day brings, internalizing too much. Seeing this rooster hit my reset button. I realised that the only person who ever truly judges me, is me. <br /><br />The rooster eventually walked my way and hung out between the tables and chairs where I was sitting. He faced the brick wall as he groomed himself; making little clicks and grunts as if he was finishing a conversation in his head. It reminded me of all the internal chatter that one can have when leaving a stressful moment, the round and round of thought on repeat playing in the mind. 'Oh, I should have done that, perhaps if I had done this, what if this had happened....' If one continues to follow that worrisome path, one becomes the raving rooster, with daily rants in the mirror and cock-eyed self-perceptions. Hmm... sorta makes chicken little look like a Zen Buddhist. <br /><br />So, as I finished my last sips of coffee, I looked at my feather friend and thanked him. Things always happen for a reason. And if we are lucky, and really paying attention, we can learn the darndest things from the most ordinary of situations. “It's elementary, my dear Watson!” Let the bad ‘stuff’ fall away from the brow and shoulders, stay focused on the positive and continue to generate good thoughts... after all, the wise TUT says, “Thoughts become things. Choose good ones!”<br /><br />Coc-a-doodle-doo!!!faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-75183675574693077512010-05-22T13:49:00.001-07:002010-05-22T14:15:16.019-07:00Are We Just 15 Seconds?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDldH1hSLrLA1uCumQRUziiDUC0Sfvbx15lVUdUAg7bxWx6FQw9fjRR_NTziXPxGDGVz7_XUPvWcmBuYlNdwfqORmDZ7ga5n1SFYZz1f0INFaiIeXYiUV6wItlG7hjdBQYawAE/s1600/rawk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDldH1hSLrLA1uCumQRUziiDUC0Sfvbx15lVUdUAg7bxWx6FQw9fjRR_NTziXPxGDGVz7_XUPvWcmBuYlNdwfqORmDZ7ga5n1SFYZz1f0INFaiIeXYiUV6wItlG7hjdBQYawAE/s400/rawk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474199928779670018" /></a><br />According to Wikipedia, a JUDGEMENT is a balanced weighing up of evidence to form a decision or opinion... <br /><br />Other sources call it "..The act of forming an opinion with or without knowledge."<br /><br />I am guilty of such a thing when buying wine. Oh, the pretty label will sometimes sway the soul to purchase the bottle, not really giving any thought to the taste of the product inside...<br /><br />A book.. The attractive cover will sometimes draw me in and fortunately I have been lucky with my attractions...<br /><br />15 seconds of a song... I have a problem with this. I love music and I don't take the subject lightly. How in the world can we judge a song in 15 seconds? How is it that 15 seconds makes or breaks a performer, their vision, their passion, and their voice...<br /><br />Entering in competition is something that I almost never do. I hate popularity contests and have never felt that I needed the validation of the public to tell me that I was a good songwriter or not. I am not mainstream, top 40. And I never want to be. I am just a woman who loves music and sings from the heart. The judging process in the Lilith Fair competition for many reasons saddens me. Firstly, you have to vote for songs that don't particularly move you, secondly, you don't have to listen to the entire song, thirdly, most people pass their judgments on tunes that are not professionally recorded, home recorded, or perhaps too quiet the instant that it starts. From looking at the standings, it appears that many just say, 'crap' and push them aside. WhaT? Indie music is just that... INDIE. That means we make it up as we go along, we have to do the very best that we can with what we have, we may not be shiny and polished but if you truly look, you will see the sparkling treasure just below the water's edge.<br /><br />I have found several songs in this competition that are true treasures! These songs are truthful and from the heart and moved me. They aren't polished and overproduced. They do not sound like everything else that is played on the radio. They are raw and real and I wished that more people gave them a chance.<br /><br />I find that, just with anything, many people will try to be something that they are not. They will focus their energies to fulfill a certain look or sound that is marketable, thus shelving their artistic integrity for fame. One of my favorite quotes is from Miles Davis who said, ".. You have to play a long time to be able to play like yourself." Be yourself. Or figure out who that person is artistically! You are worth the exploration and being you IS enough. There are a whole bunch of carbon copies in this world. It’s the ones who allow themselves to be vulnerable, to find their voice, to shine their light, that move me. And I applaud you.<br /><br />"Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got!" -Janis Joplin<br /><br />15 Seconds... doesn't make or break me. I long to live in a society with a longer attention span and patience. I continue to support those who are pushing the 'norm' and being true to who they are. I cheer on the ones that perhaps are rough around the edges yet have a truth that is clearer than any million dollar studio album produced. Let your light shine. You are worth it...faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-1812357353923152492010-04-23T12:31:00.000-07:002010-04-23T12:57:48.325-07:00Music Origins are a Mystery...."Overcome with delight or overcome with grief, a person howls. A child listens to the modulations and textures in her parents voice. Life is so good that one person is unable to keep from dancing, and another is unable to keep from joining them with clapping and stomping. Is music making the enactment of the desire to return to those moments? Music - invisible, fleeting and ghostly..." Kerria Locca from the liner notes on "Black Mirror"<br /><br />A few weeks ago when I was playing up in Victoria, I met a fellow by the name of Kin. He told me of a project that he was working on, "what was the first song?" What an amazing thing to think about. Our evolution .. our music.. our song. What was it? <br /><br />Certainly this idea brought forth a crazy journal entry involving prehistoric 'Bam-Bams' and Flintstones jokes.. but then I started to take this more seriously... It actually made me wonder about life without music. What if we had never knew or thought about singing, tapping our toes, clapping our hands!? what if there were no dancing? no evolution of emotion though sound and movement? what if life was just a linear day without elevations of tone, breath, or rhythms... wow. what a different world this would be.<br /><br />As many of you know I am a bit of a global wander in the musical world. I love to listen to songs from far away places perhaps because I can live within the daydreams of one day seeing and experiencing a streetside concert of locals ala Buena Vista Social Club.. or a busker singing his heart out somewhere in Spain, dancing with the locals in Cameroon or Zanzibar... and of course, hearing a local session in some small pub in Ireland. Such dialects in music.. such life songs that keep history alive just like great stories retold over and over and over again...<br /><br />I went to the library yesterday and, while perusing the world music section, I came across this album "Black Mirror - Reflections in Global Music (1918-1955)" It is a 24 track Cd with tunes from all over the world that have been captured from old vinyl.. It is AMAZING. From an ancient Syrian violin piece to a Ukrainian melody that will capture your soul.. to an actual recording of Burmese musician just 'jammin' in Myanmar. It's great. Most tracks are traditional, so we get to place an ear up to a window into these far away lands.<br /><br />How grateful I am to have music! To have this mysterious ghost of our ancestors' ancestors reverberating through my ears and soul. How wonderful to have the ability to flash back into another time just by hearing a familiar tune. Joni said it best..."Songs are like tattoos..." Certain songs are like smells, or photographs that transport me vividly to a day in my past... But mostly.. to hear the old tunes.. I mean the ones from say the 12th Century and much before that! To know these songs is to know that these tunes were sung and performed and sung and performed over and over again to make it to us today...<br />musical archeology. wow. what a wonderful idea. perhaps I want to do that when i grow up! :)<br /><br />what was the first song? perhaps I will never know.. but I am thankful to the one who decided that tone and rhythm could be paired together. I am thankful that it wasn't just a fad and that tunes were created for joy, sorrow, love, prayer, beauty, and battle. I am grateful for the singers and players who kept and keep the traditions alive. Just as I am grateful for the singer I am listening to as I write this. Recorded in 1919 in Greece, I wonder if she ever dreamed that someone in 2010 would be listening to her heartfelt song. I wish she could know that her voice has moved me...<br /><br />music is a beautiful mystery!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6K8NFtbFcL5IW_lD6yp21YQbzxYoPZByU08C7vpXK0-dniZ7ElfUEPc5HAf2Q4_3ILDflAq-etNN9VBvDxgtINQPgXPA86y2QWhNDuFT9GBtLuRTlZ8JuvEbFpZM6DTHrk1T/s1600/glass.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6K8NFtbFcL5IW_lD6yp21YQbzxYoPZByU08C7vpXK0-dniZ7ElfUEPc5HAf2Q4_3ILDflAq-etNN9VBvDxgtINQPgXPA86y2QWhNDuFT9GBtLuRTlZ8JuvEbFpZM6DTHrk1T/s400/glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463424425719332898" /></a>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-81683998837303047762010-03-22T13:37:00.000-07:002010-03-22T13:38:59.287-07:00Ifby Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />If<br /><br />If you can keep your head when all about you<br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;<br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />But make allowance for their doubting too;<br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,<br />And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;<br /><br />If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;<br />If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;<br />If you can meet with triumph and disaster<br />And treat those two impostors just the same;<br />If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,<br />And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;<br /><br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breath a word about your loss;<br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";<br /><br />If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;<br />If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;<br />If all men count with you, but none too much;<br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -<br />Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-80195602782553687122010-03-11T09:25:00.000-08:002010-03-11T10:23:46.871-08:00RPM challenge number 4 complete... and next?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ53kquU5ZFPXhywR848H7QA74oVhOjqrh1oBFZf_t5cKeTEi6y_LQc0Nv1tzH4CVsyMOdtOsom4k2jcx5avDnePok4kwZ1sn8VBur64qrdgPQkk3oRpiBT0NOjSw8i_FMQBKD/s1600-h/cover2010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ53kquU5ZFPXhywR848H7QA74oVhOjqrh1oBFZf_t5cKeTEi6y_LQc0Nv1tzH4CVsyMOdtOsom4k2jcx5avDnePok4kwZ1sn8VBur64qrdgPQkk3oRpiBT0NOjSw8i_FMQBKD/s320/cover2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447443534275598034" /></a><br />Wow. this year just about kicked my butt. I really had to pull it together, dig deep and hope the muse would guide me. With that being said, this year's RPM challenge became the most personal one yet.<br /><br />At SoulFood this coming Saturday, I will have it available for sale by donation (recommended $5). 10 songs, lots of personal mojo.. if you wanted to know more about me, you will most likely do so by the end of the album.<br /><br />The tracks and the stories are as follows:<br /><br />01 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">True</span></span><br />A common relationship story.. a flame so burns bright, a life in a fairytale; but, winds come in and the flame flickers uncontrollably. Eventually the flame gets snuffed out by another's hands. Several years go by, and the memory returns...<br /><br />02 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sage</span></span><br />Originally titled, Man on the Bus, this is a part of a journal entry I made over a year ago while on the bus people watching. This man was wonderful. Old, full of wisdom, with eyes of sunset and wind. The recording that I did for RPM vexes me only in the way that I sang too quickly the word Duwamish. I told myself not to labour over it since this will be one that I will likely want to rerecord anyway. So I hope that I do not offend anyone with this.<br /><br />03 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Orion</span></span><br />I started the lyrics for this tune the night of my wedding shower in Tulsa in the last few days of November 2005. I labour over love songs about Adam since I feel I can never communicate the actual grandeur of the love I feel for him. <br /><br />04 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunny</span></span><br />written new the last week of February when I had to go into work and I just wanted to be outside, ride a bike, fall into warm grass and watch spring unfold.<br /><br />05 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">North</span></span><br />An anthem for the immigrant. Okay, it's really about me and my love of Canada. It is still my home. Yes, I stole a few words from the national anthem but it was necessary to quote it, in my opinion...AND, as my dear Joni once said, "I stole a lot of lines to sing..." (from the song California), I think I can live with it. I recently sent this song, with the encouragement of friends, to CBC radio. *fingers crossed*<br /><br />06 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Someday</span></span><br />A memory came to me about a morning, from several years back, when i had a huge fight with my ex. I knew that I would have to leave him, and I also knew that I would have to leave Victoria too.. forever hopeful, yet tangled in sadness is a common theme in my writing. :)<br /><br />07 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Hope</span></span><br />at 5am on October 23, 2009 I received a text message from a dear friend, "<span style="font-style:italic;">Quick! turn on the TV!! GreenBean on FIRE! Terrible! Burning Through!!!</span>" It was true. The GreenBean and the 3 businesses that were thier neighbours where completely taken by fire. Over 100 firefighters were called in to try to save it. It was one of the saddest days of my life. The GreenBean CoffeHouse had been such a big part of our start in Seattle. Our film festival found its home there, I played a monthly gig in its wonderful acoustic walls, plus, we had so many friends that this place was the catalyst for. We believed in the message that the coffeehouse stood by, "<span style="font-style:italic;">sit long and talk much</span>" The night of the fire, Captain, Doug & I attended a bit of a wake at the offices for the Bean and experienced all the wonderful stories that people shared about what the Bean meant to them... it was filled with love and HOPE. I'll never forget the 40 or so people jammed in this little office talking, crying, sharing, laughing about the feeling that the Bean generated. It was so much more than those 4 walls and coffee. <br /> As we left the meeting, we walked near the Bean and saw that it was still smoking due to hot spots. We could see the night sky though the broken windows, up where the roof should have been, and I saw a star fall. About a week later, I started writing a song but was hung up on so much emotion. I had to shelve it for a few months. I decided that the 23rd of February would be 5 months since the Greenbean was a victim of arson so I unearthed it. It came together and I felt that it deserved to be the title track to the album.<br /> I performed <span style="font-style:italic;">Hope</span> for the first time at Soul Food's open mic on Saturday, March 6, 2010 and was hit with so much emotion sharing it for the first time with the public. I was fighting back tears as I sang it. I have never had that happen to me before. It was a challenging, yet truly a freeing experience to be so truthful on stage.<br /> The GreenBean has reopened due the generosity of another coffeehouse called the Sip & Ship. The Bean moved into one of the two Sip & Ship locations to run the business until the Bean finds another home to call their own in Greenwood. The arsonist was caught after destroying 4 businesses and delivering severe damage to 10 other locations.<br /><br />08 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Grace</span></span><br />2008 was a very hard year for my family and me. My dad was very sick fighting cancer and we were uncertain of the outcome. During one of the many flights back and forth to Tulsa, I wrote this poem about my Dad. I was unable to anything with it due to its level of emotion. On February 12, 2010 my dad celebrated his 69th birthday. I finally find the music to put to this poem that I wrote so long ago. Love you, Daddio! <br /><br />09 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Enough</span></span><br />Oh, self image. Something I have had a terrible relationship with just about all my life. Boys, magazines, movies, diets, eating disorders, new hair styles, bad fashion choices... *sigh* Been through it all!! And eventually one learns the truth.<br /><br />10 <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Home</span></span><br />A song about being in love with a place long after the relationship expired. I fell in love with a boy. Made a home. I fell in love with that place. The boy.. well, he didn't treat me so great after awhile. But we stayed together for a long time... <br />Perhaps I was more in love with my home than him... without him, I never would have known <span style="font-style:italic;">Home</span>.<br /><br />That's it!faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-38310447813441009352010-02-23T09:39:00.000-08:002010-02-23T10:04:01.900-08:00. muse .Oh, Muse... where have you gone?<br />Cincinnati?<br /><br />working hard on this year's RPM challenge.<br />Just posted 2 tunes on the site.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">North<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span><br />An anthem for the immigrant. Okay, it's really about me and my love of Canada. It is still my home. Yes, I stole a few words from the national anthem but it was necessary to quote it, in my opinion...AND, as my dear Joni once said, "I stole a lot of lines to sing..." (from the song California), I think I can live with it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Man on the Bus (Sage Song)</span></span><br />This is actually part of a journal entry I made over a year ago while on the bus people watching. This man was wonderful. Old, full of wisdom, with eyes of sunset and wind. The recording that I did for RPM vexes me only in the way that I sang too quickly the word Duwamish. I told myself not to labour over it since this will be one that I will likely want to rerecord anyway. So I hope that I do not offend anyone with this.<br /><br />okay.<br />enough play time.<br />back to writing...<br /><br />here.. musey, musey , musey!<br />♥faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-49391000077664428902010-02-18T10:36:00.001-08:002010-02-18T10:37:13.547-08:00teach street<script>document.write(unescape("%3Clink rel=\"stylesheet\" href=\"http://www.teachstreet.com/stylesheets/widget.css\" /%3E"));</script><div id="TeachStreet_widget" style="width:150px; padding: 5px;overflow:hidden;background: #e2ebf1;-moz-border-radius: 6px;-webkit-border-radius: 6px;border-radius: 6px;"><div style="background: #fff;-moz-border-radius: 6px;-webkit-border-radius: 6px;border-radius: 6px;"><div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px 0;"><p style="text-align: center;">I'm <a href="http://www.teachstreet.com/seattle-wa/voice-lessons/69869-61?utm_campaign=fae+wiedenhoeft&utm_medium=widget&utm_source=badge" style="text-align: center;display:inline;">a Voice Lessons teacher</a> in Seattle, WA.</p><a href="http://www.teachstreet.com/u/us-274tm43btc?utm_campaign=fae+wiedenhoeft&utm_medium=widget&utm_source=badge"><img alt="Spinner80" height="75" id="ts_profile_image1266517956914" src="http://www.teachstreet.com/images/widget/spinner80.gif" style="margin-top: 4px; margin-left: 37px;" width="75" /></a><div style="width: 68px;height: 12px; margin: 5px auto;background: url('http://www.teachstreet.com/images/widget/widget_stars_off.gif') left top no-repeat"><div id="ts_star_width1266517956914" style="height: 12px;background: url('http://www.teachstreet.com/images/widget/widget_stars_on.gif') left top no-repeat"></div></div><p style="margin:0;padding:0;"><a href="http://www.teachstreet.com/?utm_campaign=fae+wiedenhoeft&utm_medium=widget&utm_source=badge"><img alt="Learn how to do everything from cooking to yoga" height="24" src="http://www.teachstreet.com/images/widget/widget_badge_logo.gif" style="padding:0px; margin: 0 auto;border:none;" title="Learn how to do everything from cooking to yoga" width="89" /></a></p></div></div></div><script src="http://www.teachstreet.com/widget/badge/1266517956914.js?uid=us-274tm43btc"></script>faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-36862291184441051252009-10-13T23:13:00.000-07:002012-08-06T23:13:43.539-07:00song of shilsholeautumn leaves swirl 'round my feet
while the crows squawk, 'how now!?'
rain looms in the sky,
perfectly perched in the silver and gray
hiding in the beard of the winter man
who watches over the summer's smile
summer's souvenirs dance
from cottonwoods and maple trees
little love notes
dangling in the shorter days
and shivering in the longer nights
the empty sea, the fog, and sanctuary
kiss the sky with its blue lips
wet with love and loss
tears collected from sky and souls
from boatman's wives, children's sighs
and wild heron's cries
and in the distance...
a swirl of smoke
a wood fire stove
a kettle whistling
disturbing a sleeply cat
curled in comfort by the old man's boots
the smell of pipe tobacco
and black currant tea
a open volume of Whitman
singing the songs of self and longevity
shadows flickering
from a candle near its end
skipping and snickering
at the line between
death and born again
the wind sweeps in
and one by one the drops make
wake on the waters calm opaque
seabirds fly, swoop and hide
in the tiptop tuffs of the arbutus
cooing and cawing at the cold
a train in the distance
makes sound as it rounds
the seaside mountain town
and my footprints
can be found
along the shilshole smile.
13 oct 2009
-fae
a moment from my walk...faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-23078724750859130212009-09-02T08:58:00.000-07:002012-08-06T23:15:07.448-07:00autumn is whispering...the great northern sky
is blanketed in clouds
the sun is sleeping in
curled up with the moon.
the birds are quietly stirring
chirping, conversing
with autumn's whisperings
the fire is lit, it dances
a slight kiss of rain advances
the cotton woods and maple trees
begin to slightly blush
from the courtings of the wild
harvest goddess's golden touch
all with autumn's whisperings
and the wind it swishes and swirls
the cedars and firs their laughter unfurls
and i stand with my palms to the sky
as i say my soft goodbye
to the summer's fair face and
its full warm embrace as i listen
to autumn's whisperings.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-34280829242419350832009-06-28T13:08:00.000-07:002012-08-06T23:17:00.373-07:00. prakrti .. prakrti .
under a jasmine coloured moon
the river dances slow
kissing tides/time
white lotus awaiting
the breath of morn
garlands of butterfly wings
ascend to the waters
calm
night sounds
stir to day's break beak songs
deep indigo slithers
soft into blue
honey hands reach the expanse of sky
as the warm exhales of dawn
sigh
glistening in new light
an apple tree
of free thought
and wisdom
shining and ripe
dig in.
aim guru-saraswatyai namahafaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-77610423260899794392009-04-11T11:20:00.000-07:002012-08-06T23:18:17.231-07:00. sprung .dirt
earthen fingers
tangle weave and pull
search
bit of leaf
ancestral roots
a lost little lady bug
dig
clumpy clay
slippery sod
slimy echos of the slug
fiddlehead fold
flash fin and fern
sprinkle seeds
scatter dreams
cover closely
a lilting lullaby
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i saw my soul awaken in the sunfaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-87567672404249598992009-01-26T11:19:00.000-08:002012-08-06T23:20:06.055-07:00spring is coming...in the forest there is a place<br />where the moss has blanketed the ground<br />with a most soft embrace. <br />this place, this sacred space,<br />where wind and snow nor blow or know <br />the coldness.. <br />sprouts a dream!<br />a tiny green dancing queen<br />that sings and believes in springs wanderings<br />unfurls / uncurl (ing)<br />her leafy soul to catch the winter's daydreams,<br />each perfect snowflake, on her brow<br />just to shake them to and fro<br />to let the winter know...<br />her power is growing.<br /><br />may spring find your winter path and inspire you to dance in the sunlight falling through the trees.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21845510.post-83739272012036358212008-11-22T19:35:00.000-08:002008-11-22T19:39:01.307-08:00. Project Scarf .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jetbutterfly.com/uploaded_images/prjectscarf-764986.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://jetbutterfly.com/uploaded_images/prjectscarf-764520.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Not too long ago, I was strolling around Ballard with Captain and Doug. The wind was just wickedly cold and the rain sent a chill right to the center of my body. All I could think about was going home to my warm apartment and putting on the kettle. And then I saw a woman, one who i have seen many times before, huddled under an umbrella at her park bench on NW Market. I suddenly felt terrible. She had no home to return to, no place to put the kettle on. Her address is the 3rd park bench on NW market. And i felt compelled to do something. Just that week I had heard the latest news of the city fining a church for having a second tent city established. I was appalled! They wanted to kick out the homeless people in the second tent city because it sent a negative image on the neighbourhood! That's ridiculous! Those are people, not lawn ornaments! Obviously, the first tent city was over populated so a second one was established. *grrrr* With all the money that is out there, why isn't the city doing more to make the situation better for people like her? *sigh*<br><br /><b>what can one person do?</b><br />i battle with this phrase so often.<br /><br />we haven't a lot of money, and I know that i cant change the fact that thousands of people sleep every night on the streets; but i know, that perhaps i can make one or maybe a few feel less forgotten.<br /><br />I am crocheting scarves for those who I see on the street.<br />I don't know their stories, and perhaps one day I will.<br />I don't know if they will like them, use them, etc... I just want them to know that someone cares.<br />I haven't an agenda.<br />I will not preach the gospel or make them join a 12 step program.<br />I don't want anything from them nor am I storing up karma points.<br />I cannot walk by them time after time and put on blinders like most do. They are human beings that have had some experience that left them homeless.<br />It could happen to me and my husband.<br />It could happen to you!<br />Life doesn't always have a silver lining, a backup plan, or a safety net.<br />It's all just to uncertain.<br /><br />I do hope that perhaps my gift to them might start a silver lining in their life.. if even for a second... just to let them know that someone cares.<br />...a silver lining made from wool.<br /><br />I urge all of you to do something for someone in need.<br />Even if it's a smile.<br />Please do not forget that we are all human and that some times all we need is to know that someone out there cares.<br /><br />thanks for listening..<br />have a beautiful holiday season.faehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10261290598752689953noreply@blogger.com0