New Years, Stockings and Nashville.

New train of thought.

My life will be so full of work and writing that I will not notice that I miss you. I will make proper dinners and quit smoking. I will remember that red wine is a compliment to dinner and socializing, not a buffer against long nights. I will stop talking to my dog like he is a person. I will organize my socks and finally become a woman who has two matching stockings. I will remember that coffee is not a breakfast food.

heh.

No not really. I like missing you, while smoking and swishing red wine. My dog is a person with fur, and who the hell needs matching socks? Seriously. No one sees them, they do the exact same job if one is red and one is blue. My logic is undeniable. Coffee is my FAVORITE breakfast food and that's just fine with me.

<3 I believe that this is the year to be submitting to various festivals and doing more touring though. So that will happen, and so mote it be. I also want to have the new album finished by spring, and I'm very very happy that Matthew S is still going to be working with me on this album. He was the lad that got me to crumble on having guitar in the band. I was originally opposed, always referencing in my mind the guitar players I know (no offense boys) that take screeching solos every 2 seconds, finger-walking their way all over everyone's parts

I didn't mean for that to sound as dirty as it does...

Anyway, the moral of the story is I love guitar in the band now, its beautiful and my guitarist racism has been quite cured. Thanks Matt ;).

New album, touring, festivals, and I'm planning on making it up to Nashville this year - These are my new years resolutions.

JINGLE BELL ROCK. avec my lil one. ;)

Holiday Swarm

Hello lovelies.

So it's xmas, and it's too cold to breathe outside and the fridge is stocked with vegetable somosa's and apple cider. We all have our own traditions, I suppose. Christmas feels weird this year, most likely because of the move. Changing cities throws my life out of orbit. My planets are following a different path - very surreal.


I wrote this song last night for someone. Cause I miss them, and it helps to write? I don't know. Christmas seems to bring out the sentimental side... just roll with it.

xxx





Merry ho ho. A happier video featuring my little girl singing Jingle Bell Rock will be coming soon.

Two

There's a hole in my stomach
I think it's where I kept you.
like vines you grew between my soul
and I
Do not recall how it felt to be whole
Apart from the body we made.

There's a hole in my chest
I think its where I withdrew.
The better parts of my anatomy
Do not revive in the absence of you.
And I
Fracture silently
Bones breaking and making their quiet protest
Against this splitting in two.

Mechanical Bird

Sing little bird.
You hum like nightingales for
A skull is a cage.
A golden door is a
Red exit sign
Sketched over the eye.
The mechanical bird did not design
prison walls to confine.
Me is not myself
and I stands apart from
the feathers and lead
the tiny feet and twitching threads
spell it out.
Am I living yet?

The Art of December

The holidays are definitely here. I look out the window and I see green grass and grey skies, but I'm more aware than ever that there is an avalanche building up in the sky. Snow, hot chocolate, and too much xmas music. These particular holidays are facing me with my two old enemies: Finding the right gifts for my dear ones and locating vegan eggnog. Lofty goals? Perhaps. But totally worthwhile.

And then of course, there is the new year which approaches rapidly. I am releasing a new album in 2012 called Conversations With Lucifer. It's been in the works for such a long time, being re birthed and re shaped as time progresses. I am also hoping to be able to work with a couple people that I have had my eye on for a while in the way of music, so cross your fingers. I am indeed going to be working out of NB, and I feel oddly hopeful about that. I have a little mini me that is becoming quite the singer herself and I am going to be closer to her. This makes my heart sing more than anything so far - so I think that makes it right. I can always judge the quality of a decision based on the music in my insides. I think it's important to realize that as an artist you have to be open to the inspiration - and sometimes the inspiration is not where you expected to find it. I've spent too much time when I was younger trying to create the muse, but she is a phenomenon unto herself. She finds you when you close your eyes and listen to your insides humming.

Conversations with Lucifer is going to be my baby of 2012. I have it up on bandcamp as a different incarnation but I think you'll all be happy when you see the real thing. Im pushing for March. Let's see if I can make it happen...

I want a bed with a wicker frame
sunlight that cannot reach my face,
the element of suprise
when daylight erases me.

I want paintings of company,
paper people to agree that loneliness is next to
godliness
And that next to godliness
is nothing.