Accompanied by a Yamaha G-50 classical MT is a Canadian, singer-songwriter, an intimate solo artist with a voice that heals and a homegrown rhythmic style on guitar.
Whether playing original songs or paying tribute to a fellow Canadian, her way for the will to prevail more powerfully than opposing forces can be felt on her journey. Unique renditions that cover the past indie folk alternative pop new wave rock music eras are catching up to present day.
LIVE 2023
— Tuesday November 7th // Maui Coffee Attic // free concert on the patio // 11AM-12:30PM // 59 Kanoa St, Wailuku, HI 96793
CONCERTS — Friday April 21st @ The MACC // Castle Theater // Opening for Daughtry, 7:30PM // 1 Cameron Way, Kahului, HI 96732
— Saturday May 20th @ The MACC // 2023 Maui Brewers Festival // Happy Hour 2:00PM - 3:20PM // 1 Cameron Way, Kahului, HI 96732
— Monday October 16, 2023, Doors 6:30PM @ The IAO Theatre // The ONO Series // 68 N Market St. Wailuku HI 96793. Free Admission Seat Reservation. 7:00-8:30pm.
A breakdown happened within without knowing it until it caught up to her later where I would not and really could not rush the body or the way for anything anymore. It made me a whole hour late for a soundcheck which I knew would only make things look or be worse.
If you saw her in the spring you might have thought one or two things.
She was in no shape, no way near ready.
She bee-lined it too fast again only to crash
running on fading traces
of long time gone self esteem.
Some thought only wonderful thoughts.
Thank God she thought for the ones who don’t see.
{insert blindfold meditation}
For whatever it was at the time she was sorry for it and she hoped that it was just a phase or best case scenario a breakdown before a breakthrough.
It was all she could do to get up that morning and first thing start to get ready.
There were no other distractions and nothing else
lined up on purpose
No phone no nothing only get up get dressed and go.
She had over ten hours to accomplish this.
I opened my eyes and thought –prayed actually – dear God just let me get there, please for seven thirty.
Around 2010 I started a blog for nobody, for my head , I just needed somewhere to put it instead of on paper which I would no longer write on.
The secret blog was like writing on a huge wall where I could take a step back and see it all true false whole rude awake and complete. Some of what is there would be sensitive content, healed or for healing.
Writing on it was like a string. The length repeated in synonymy and did not stop like a stream eternally it ran on or poured in to a great sea of sentences that broke up and crashed like waves with no end and no comma emptying themselves into vast open spaces to calm down where stillness laps in no mind until one again can no longer identify with any thing or thought.
A far away voice compressed on the radio in the background but inside the head
A leak in the wire or tube to start up again
For being adopted and the long time out of place imprint it left on me.
For how and why the personality developed or did not and for how it hurt and got hurt.
For too long in and out of whack with traumatic but didn't know it at the time relationships succumbed to unplugged from herself in the end.
switched off.
stitches split and stuffing out.
For losing at least a great part of the will to live her gifts fully like the rose,
almost lost entirely bc of someone else’s fear that became her own
In joy and sorrow she suffered and survived one decade at a time.
Spokes and threads were replaced, recoveries happened but I was never quite myself again.
Later, for the world and how it works and how some people are the heart broke again and the head split.
cotton on a stick
I am two eyes blinking on a rock
Boggled in fear and amazement
overwhelmed at the outset
Startled by something the eyes cannot see
Ffwd – Thankful for Spirit’s grace and guidance for wisdom and the understanding for what it means to return to or become again feeling like myself with two feet on the ground, energetic in form; in love with courage and honesty in want for only peace and evolution of our humanity and consciousness.
Becoming more aligned in ways to see it from both sides or from the wall with many eyes as the benevolent creator and the destroyer, for both will continue to exist equally as powerful neither ever extinguished.
What is she talking about?
The blog was a sudden thing on a scale of light to dark whose imagery makes me wonder what the L happened. It started with a few songs that came not long after the time I banned myself from keeping a journal, which seemed the only answer that might begin to make a dent in the same old and make a break through the narrative.
Sincerely, but becoming outdated and boring dramatically growing out of it and contemptuous even later toward the stack I was only adding to it one journal on top of the other like wood sounding like the one before.
It was taking years to get over.
She was frustrated that I couldn’t name the obstacle or do or be different. I was not yet able to pin down the wire long enough to change it or squeeze through its walls or the cracks in the floor fast enough in reverse to get out. And so at least aware of it was I looking for a way to split.
If I’m going to split let me split like (an) atom
I burned some of them in the kitchen sink.
I lived in a top floor apartment in Toronto.
It felt like home and comfortable somewhere I could find my way back to normal
After an entanglement
disentanglement
painful pattern not corrected
contents unravelled
Split continent I travelled
For the potential of a few words that might be true on pages of what’s left of the journals I save them for when I begin again.
I remember the years i was in it
and how long it took to get out
I wonder why i let it
Oh I let it in
Let me out
What does it mean to alchemize yourself?
You change yourself from who you were to who you want to be—someone who can achieve your potential and fulfill your purpose. If you apply real personal and spiritual tools you can transmute negative stories, thoughts and habits as well as reactive tendencies.
This page and that blog are my light, a way in as an outlet, a portal or pathway to heal a voice, a secret world I slip into.
This page and that blog are my refuge. An access point to all my heart, previously muted and unavailable. A collection written over a decade ago and now finally new again some trickle in and say what comes to mind.
That blog is the foundation, the basis or groundwork below the frostline or iceberg underneath the surface, creating to become something viable for giving back to individuals and communities who have assisted me in past travels. The song Addis is for projects in East Africa specifically but not exclusively and whose revenue is for all and for all time and also for world wide relief.
May I be Free is a new song to be recorded also on the same grounds.
Line art and basic shapes begin to form timeless capsules
Spiritual scrambles amaze endlessly in wonder
Where in no mind I am free
For reviving, revisiting, rewriting and writing putting things again on paper and on the wall.
With intent to record again in ways that can be felt I am deleting links now but will restore later. Hopefully not another 10 years.
If it is I am come back later or soon for an update or better copy of this or a new copy of something like a book or a top thirty album.
Presently working on a page or link to 10 poems for entry here.
It takes time to process.
The wires take time to rewrite
early exposure
real people and events
Barely a thread now almost gone for the time she went for the book and I was told to put my hand on it.
Fear handed down and passed unto me.
It is not mine.
At some point I am out of the way and the message writes itself.
At some point I listen and the music takes over.