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Summer Time

July 2, 2013

j1School is out and the summer has officially begun!  It’s a holiday today and everyone is out celebrating the Nation’s birthday with cottage trips, lake-side strolls and fireworks, of course. Where does the time go? (Can’t believe I’m starting to use phrases like that.) It’s incredible how you can think you’ve got all the time in the world and then suddenly realize there’s a gig just around the corner or you look through some of your old lyric pads and be shocked when you realize the date was from last year or older.

I was recently thumbing through an old notebook I carried around with me last summer, hoping to pick out any brilliant song ideas that were left cleverly, buried there. (insert snicker here.) And I came across the diary I kept when I traveled to the Azores. It was cool to read it a year later and remember what I experienced. I was still stuck with writer’s block back then and desperately trying to find my groove.  Thank goodness that’s passed – for now! Thought it might be fun to share, since I usually do with my travels.

So here it goes:

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

A very full first day in Sao Miguel. It’s been thirteen years since I last set foot on this island. I was just a kid. This island once so removed from my familiaritieIMG_0145s, now so removed from my memories of it. This place, this culture that used to stretch out its dirt roads to welcome you now presents its slick asphalt highway to get you from one end of the island to another. The main city now has its own doors (archways) to the city – or doors to the ocean depending on which side of them you are standing on.

7:20am the plane landed and it was a wonderful sight to see my favourite uncle, Nic, awaiting my arrival. Surprisingly a wave of emotion came over me as this is the first time I arrive here alone. It reminds me of the family that used to be here but is no longer as well as the family that didn’t come along this time.

It’s funny how our memories can keep our hopes and expectations frozen in another time – another era. But in reality everyone and everything moves forward. We arrive at uncle’s “garden estate” as I’ve decided to call it. Surprisingly, he no longer lives in my grandmother’s house (which is now his house but he has rented it out.) He now lives in a new property just outside of Ponta Delgada in a smaller township called Lagoa, which means lake.  And I call it his garden estate because it’s probably a full acre – if not more – of floral paradise. The long drive invites you up to the four bedroom homestead which I affectionately call “The Manor“.  All around are flowers and plants to a horticulturalist’s delight. Wild orchids, hydrangeas, hibiscus (the biggest I’ve ever seen), lemon trees, banana trees. A crop garden with rows of kale, garlic, tomatoes, exotic fruits like apple-melons (yet to try). And lastly an animal sanctuary where two geese roam free with their friends the chickens, a rooster, pigeons, rabbits, ducks, three pigs and a proper turkey to rule over them all. It’s like a mini version of Neverland Ranch without all the carnival rides!

Along the drive, when you look south, you are treated to breathtaking views of the Atlantic. On a clear day you can even see the next island over, Santa Maria. The air is fresh and swirls lightly in a welcoming embrace. The hillsides are lush and green. his man-made pIMG_1509ond full of frogs and lily pads bid you an inviting hello.

Home. There is an unspoken, settled feeling that I’ve come back home after so long.

After a neat breakfast and a brief tour, I promptly collapse onto the first bed I see and have a “nap” that will end up taking me seven and a half hours into the other side of heaven. I awake to uncle Nic’s friend AnaBela who is warm and charming despite her regular use of expletives. She instantly puts me at ease with her comedic ways and commentaries on frustrations of her day to day activities. With her, we take a quick trip into the city where new hotels now stand and a whole ocean front scene creating an Ocean Drive ambiance with an infinite row of open air restaurants lining the shore. It’s a new Sao Miguel I am seeing. Much more modern than the horse-back riding culture of when I was a child. The island always seemed to be a century behind the rest of the wIMG_1421orld but it’s clear to see that in the last two decades, the island is all caught up to 2012 with their internet cafes and ipad-toting intellectuals ordering cappuccino and downloading the latest Lady Gaga videos. This baby sister has finally joined the party of its older sibling, the main land.

We arrive back at midnight and proceed to do three hours of catching up, which always include Uncle Nic’s infinitesimal anecdotes that always leave you gaping or exploding with laughter. I’ve missed that. I’ve missed his story-telling, the sense of connection to my past, my grandmother, my family.

So at 3am we finally decide that we’ve got seven more days ahead to continue catching up.  And after biding each other good-night I am off to enjoy and much earned, full night’s slumber. Tomorrow will be another adventure, I am sure.

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Day 19 – Miss Me?

May 8, 2010

Keeping up with this blog project has proved to be a little more challenging than I realized. Some days have just been jammed with what I consider day-to-day frivolous things that need to get done and other days, nothing insightful has come to me, so I’ve just blobbed out some jumbled poetry.  But yesterday I missed the day entirely. I had a corporate gig and was frantically trying to get the pre-recorded playlists put together to put on between sets. It was a little more time-consuming than I had originally anticipated and I as I rushed out the door, it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t picked up the guitar or written anything on the blog. So disappointed in myself…….

But! I guess all you can do now is move onward. There’s still some odd 300 days to go on my writing quest and I can’t let this get my panties in a twist.

So over the past few days the topic of narcissism and self-absorption have been jumbling about in my brain, quite a bit. Being an artistic type, who hangs out with alot of other artists, I notice this alot. This inward obsession. What is it to be self-absorbed? Well, when googled, the first definition that comes up is as follows; “A person who cannot stop thinking about themselves, and constantly reminds all others around them of their good and bad qualities.” So well put. I read that description and there is a hand full of people right off the top of my head I can think of. There are many times when I just think,  “Really? Is this about YOU, again?”

But then I’ve been thinking about it some more and I ask myself, aren’t we all a bit self-absorbed? We are the only one that spends 24-7 with ourselves. So yes, everything IS about us. Isn’t it? Especially, when you’re used to being on your own most of the time, a big part of your experiences only pertain to you. Of course some people are a little less into themselves. And for some reason, we see this as noble. How did that idea come about? And why is it looked down on when someone is continually attracting attention to themselves at inappropriate times? (Or what seems to be deemed as inappropriate.) I’m not taking either side at the moment. I am just questioning our societal thought process on this.

It has become the disease of this century and new millenium. It’s all about how special I am, whether in a positive or negative way. How many hits can I get on youtube or myspace? How many friends can I acquire on facebook? Where did all this crap come from and why do some us feel above the rest for either succumbing to it – or not?Why is it bad? Why is it good?

I caught myself the other night, at a little get together at a friend’s place. Full of musicians, of course. I was plucking away at the guitar and was excited to share a few of my newest creations. So the initial reaction was, “Cool! Let’s hear it.” And as I started to play, a whole other conversation began, totally oblivious of my lyrics. So I stopped the whole “performance” and said, hey you’re not listening! Even as I’m writing this, I can hear how absurdly funny it all is. We’re so quick to cast judgement on others for trying to attract attention and yet we ALL do it! For some reason, it seems much more unacceptable when someone else does it. Yes, you could argue, that obviously zoning out into another activity was rude, while I was trying to pour my soul out for the approval and acceptance of the others but that’s the point. Why do we so desperately crave that? Why can’t we just be happy creating and leave it at that?

This blog is a great example. Is it not narcissistic of me to want others to read my thoughts, my songs? Why can’t I just say to myself,  “Great job! This is a kick ass song.” And then just close the book and that’s it? Never sharing it ………..because sharing it provides us with a witness to our existence. We need this. I don’t know where it comes from, but I know that it has nothing to do with not being loved enough as a child or being given enough positive reinforcement. Well, I don’t know but I see that everybody carries on differently from these such experiences, so there’s no set formula.

Am I making any sense? Probably not. I guess, I’m just wanting to make you just think about it and really just observe others. Just observe – without judgement. It’s a hard thing to do. We’ve all got b.s. baggage that cause us to put our own “above-the-rest” spin on it. But as I force myself to be more of an observer in this thing called life and of my fellow beings called humans, I’m becoming more in awe and loving of the world around me. – Take it easy. I’m not ready to go sit under a tree somewhere and chant. I’m just saying that it’s very, very, slowly but surely starting to help me understand myself. That’s the beautiful thing about growing up and growing older – but I’m not looking forward to the droopy boobs and saggy butt!

Later!

Nowhere Girl

Speed Dial

Who’s gonna say what you’re gonna play

When you don’t know your own mind – sometimes

But it’s fine

The Scotch is dry and you’re telling me why

You don’t want to go home tonight

But it’s fine, she don’t mind

CHORUS : You can sing all your lies and I’ll sympathize

But I’ve got your number baby,

I got it on speed dial

V2: Wish it would rain, Can’t stand the strain

From this heat that melts me down

coming unbound

so profound

Someone’s calling your name

But you think you’re insane

The holy rollers say you must refrain from the game

For shame