I am saddened to announce the official split of LuciDream.  Due to creative differences's, Luci has disbanded on good terms.  The time has come to start a new chapter.  Thank you all for your love and support... it has truly meant everything to us.  Onward and forward,  Never Stop Creating.  

One Love in the Face of Thousand Fears

-Luci D

TALES FROM LUCI'S JOURNAL- Luci summons Syd by sundream!

I was standing outside one winter night, staring at the snow particles before me. They were very fine and manouvered ever so slightly  around each other in the light breeze. Falling, climbing and swooping, I was amazed as I fixated on the patterns they made. No two particles moved the same through the air but their randomness seemed planned somehow. Inspired, I directed my pondering to humans and where there are signs of this same visual uniqueness. Instantly  I thought of our fingerprints. No two are alike and they seem to flow with the same swirling patterns I was looking at. I thought 'what kind of energy must occur for our fingerprints to form such designs?' Millions of years of evolution upon the human brain, receiving and transmitting information with our hands as our tool, has left the imprint of art upon our fingers. We must have been using them for something creative, and we have. Most of the creative things we do these days (writing, painting, playing an instument, building, sculpting,) have been accomplished with our fingers as the primary tool. Assisting in your mind's desire for creation. An example would be a painter painting a landscape in front of him. The flow of energy goes into their eyes, to the mind, to the heart or spirit, back to the mind, down the arm to the fingers, and out the brush onto the paper. Mostly in transmitting that flow of creative energy, from wherever it comes from, we have formed what we now use as our identity. But this is not a scientific fact by any means (yet haha), just a thought I thought you Lucidreamers might like to give thought to.  

As for the band, we are all like the snowflakes. Made of the same stuff (music power), and each containing ditinctive shapes; we will fly in all different directions until we melt this spring. Then we will reform in the groundwater and eventually flow to the Pacific Ocean (even though the water flows east from Calgary- but don't worry, we'll make it up those mountains) There, we will meet; and make Wonderful Music tm.

Also we have contacted the preternatural through EVP and they said they liked our music.

In conclusion I will leave you with a quote: "Music you're, music you're the key. Talk to who, please talk to me" - Bob Marley. It's more a lyric than a quote I guess, but it's a gooder!

Well, keep it fresh and on the flip-side and I'll see ya on the slip-side and all that other jazz. And next time you look at your fingerprints remember your creative- side.

OneLove

Sydney Beagle- LuciDream

Epilogue.....
Well its done, looking back, this tour was incredible, we met so many amazing people. HUGE thanks to all of our Families and friends and supporters, Tim Moyer, HLS, Donna Rose, Marko Swave, Selene & Dale, Rudy, Big Bob, This That and the Other,  Norris, and everyone else that made this pirate adventure possible.   We gave out
over 2000 demo's, played countless shows, open mics, sidewalk, and lost just little bit of pride in Vegas.  Thank you all again, we could not have done it without you!!!!!!!!!!!!   Stay up, stay posative and Never Stop Creating..... This is just the Beginning.... 

One Love in The Face of a Thousand Fears....  
-LuciDream

Note* - Only one ceramic parrot was hurt in the making of this Piratey adventure.... don't worry Ramathorn, we'll get ya'll fixed up nice like yarrghhhh......................................................

Chapter 5 - The Temeculan Treasury and the Microfilm of the Jade Monkey.

Sept 13 - 17th
We rolled into Temecula late the night previous and set up shop at a local RV park.  Snuck in like ninja's we did.... floated in on the wind.... the tooth filled grin of the Jolly Roger could be seen billowing in the clouds like a smokey pirate batman symbol.... We rolled into the film festival dressed in the proper pirate atire.... the opening ceramonies were quite strange yarggg.... We were drivin in vintage cars too a red carpet in front of the theatre.  When we were released, they annouced are name and we walked down the carpet to the theatre. A mic toting host stopped us pirates and asked us something that only Cara May was close enough to hear.  She answered... as the mic was passed around the rest of us played off her answer, wich in turn created a string of answers that steadily  had less and less of anything to do with the origonal question.... yargghhh   it was beautiful....

Over the course of the next five days, many a excellent movie was scene, many a wonderful person met, many a contact made, many a musical gift extended.  The pirates of Luci D were adopted by a lovely radio host and her husband (Serene and Dale), bless there souls for taking care of a crew of such scruffy kids.  Serene set us up with an hour spot on the radio and Dale is just the man... period.

Notable Mention: 'THE LITTLE DEATH'  If any one gets the chance to see this movie.... see it!! more info on this flick soon...

Both shows Luci played in the Festival were bang up.  The acoustic set landed us second page feature in the local paper...The main show was amazing, much thanks to Tim Moyer... Luci recieved a standing ovation.... There was much rejoycing.....

Shameless Name Dropping: It was ensured by Paranoid Pete and Cara May that President David Palmer (24) is now listining to the sounds of Luci D.

Chapter 4: Nevada.... The beatings will continue until crew moral increases

Sept 9th....
Luci sails through desserts of Nevada.... Today we passed through the creepiest town in the North America, the front lawn displayed unmentionably disturbing dummies hanging from trees,
followed by equally disturbing murals of skeletons on abandon sandstone buildings.  As much as pirates love the macabre.... Luci did not stop in this town.... at the next town, we got
our first taste of Nevada slot machines in the local gas station... They were so convenient!!

A few hours and one very wrong turn later we had descended 4000 ft. into the  heart of DEATH VALLY!!!!  A beautiful place really, if you enjoy things like frying eggs in the sand and getting bitten in the ear hole by rattlesnakes....  the climb out of the the hottest hot place on earth, took us about 6 hours, driving at excess speeds of about 15 km an hour, overheating every 3-5 minutes with 10 minutes cool down breaks inbetween.... crew moral sank a little this afternoon....

8 hours later we hit land in Vegas.... Flashing lights and everything.... there was much rejoycing....  We slept in the parking lot of a very grande casino that night.  We woke up the next morning to
the hottest sweat box of a 5 person packed trailer in Nevada, and a security guards eviction notice with kind directions to a local RV park.

The RV park was the classiest most resortish place this author had ever been.... pools, mini golf, and palm trees..... and mini golf.... with an open invitation to go lose money right down the street .... not to
shabby... old bootstrap would be proud....

The night ensued was filled with suprizes and lots of robbed dignity.... Cara may cashed out of the 25 cent slots with $1.86, the author cashed out with $0.82  on the 2 cent slots,  Manuel the Phylisophical Mutalator was not so lucky, but the kids got heart.... Paranoid
Pete and Breadbeard Syd had gone on their own adventure....

Manuel the Phylisophical Mutalator, Cara May and ol Saggy Bottoms went vegas walking down the strip, bottles of wine in hand..... We passed a gangster looking hustler pirate who offered his services/products,  the offer was appreciativly declined and we carried on our sossy way.... followed close behind by the gangster hustler pirate..... we carried along for several blocks with the huslter rapscallion trailing close behind.... I would be lieing if I  said the experiance wasn't sketchy as hell... after a while we pulled up at a red light and the pirate stalker walked right by us and across the street.... relieved, we finished our bottles and made our way to NEWYORK NEWYORK..... an hour later, after losing what little dignity we had left we made our way back out side.  We started down the tall steps looking out to the street and guess who the first person we saw was.... Hustling stalker pirate #1.... yargh..... he was doing his thing in the middle of the intersection.... as soon as we saw him, he saw us.  The eye contact created the strangest situation that no one could deny.... almost simuntaniously everyone (Cara-May, Manuel, Saggy Bottoms, and Hustling Gangster Pirate Stalker #1) all threw up their hands yarrrggghhhh!...  like we had all just reunited with an old friends they hadn't seen in years.  His name was Norrris,  Norris was equally stoked to see us!  Norris turned out to be the man....  Luci chilled with Norris for the rest of the night... there was much rejoycing....

Sept 10th...
Luci sets sail to Temecula.
8 hours into the blisteringly hot and painfully slow journy Sylvia's Mother has some issues.... She was angry with us.... she was pissed.... she was steaming from the damb engine.... the radiator hose had melted a hole and was spraying coolent everywhere....  So again we're stuck in the desert.... but this time we're not in the Death Vally, we were in the Devils Kitchen!!  Yes.... the irony runs thick.  it was a good thing Breadbeard Syd and Paranoid Pete and studied magiver and were able to jimmy rig the engine by cutting the coolent hose, fastening it to a snorkel, eating a slice of watermelon, yelling at a lizard until it was offended enough to bite Paranoid Pete, who then grew into a possibly probable, paranoid enough rage to crush the car and trailer together with his bare hands and moulded them into a rocket ship.  Any smoldering scrap metel left over after the ship was man mashed together... Pete ate.....  with the ship now good as new Luci  made her way  to Nittles aka Nipples.

Nittles is a little desert town population - Nipples.   In tribute too the town, duct tape was worn over some of the Luci crew members nipples and a half a group photo was taken in front of the '128 square miles of grade A tortous Country' sign.  There was much
rejoycing

14 hours after we left vegas on what was supposed to be an 8 hour journey, we made it to temecula...                                                 ground zero......

Chapter 3: The Heart Life and Soul of Sacramento.....

Sept 7th....
Luci plays Roseville with BONFIRE and NATURAL ROOTS..... Luci sends her pirate love to both.

Sept 8th
tonight Luci had the honour of sharing the stage with an utterly amazing crew of pirates "HEART LIFE AND SOUL"  (myspace.com/heartlifeandsoul) for an unbelievable show at the 'Club Car',  in Auburn, Cal.  A beautiful venue, incredible audiance, and overall amazing musical experiance.  HLS tore cannonball size holes in time with two non-stop bone shaking sets that surely made Davy Jones rap dance on top of his locker.  From Buffalo's cheak crushing vocals and doubletime freestyles, too Lady Grace's sirine enchanting voice and heart stopping poetry, thunder thumbs Nali ripping peoples lives in half on the bass, Moss Man just doing his thing, and Dr. Colt giving the universe a new perception of hand percussion, kit, vocals, and surely any other musical instrument he gets his hands on... and he does all this while saving the trees of the world from their ailements... he is the Lorax..... These kids kill it, check them out, hear them, love them, see them... shake there hands even.... big things to come from these cats..... 
One Love.

Chapter One - Dirtnap Details and the Vancouver Endulgement.....

Augest 24th,
It was a beautiful morning when the Crew of Luci D castes sails on Sylvia's Mother (the Suberban AKA Pirate Ship) and departed from the motherland (Cowtown).  There was  Breadbeard Beagle (Syd), Paranoid Pete, the beautiful maden Cara-May (she be the most deceavingly, devious, dangerous, dame in all the America's... like a siren she is), Manuel the phylisophical mutalator, Ramathorn the Parrot and ol Saggy Bottoms (Jon - the current author).  It was an exciting and tedious departure, I joined the rest of the crew soon afterwards and we set out on a very slow up hill journy through the  rugged mountains of the Okonogan.... The wind was against us, gravity  hated us... but the trees were real pretty... yarhhh.

Augest 25th,
We arrived in Vancouver at 6 am, wine in belly, crew moral high and everyone a little bit more in the know about the dreaded MPV (Monkey Papalova Virus).
We ransacked Dirtnap Details's (a fellow scallywag) swank apartment and rested our swashbuckeling heads for a few hours.....
That night Luci D Pillaged the Blarney Stone, the show was  celibratory....  and there was MUCH rejoycing......

Augest 26th,
Not much happened today.... Cara-May and Soggy bottoms ate delectible  sushi.... it was followed up by a sacking of the local bubble tea  pusher, wich was followed by a hour long session of trying to juggle tapioka balls using only ones mouth.... wich was followed up by singing a jingle about rohipnol  raindeer.... the raindeer of ill intentions.... and finally a very twisted conversation about eating small children.... 
and there was much rejoycing....

Augest 27th,
Today was a glorious day.  We took the opportunity to pillage "the  Buffalo" with melodies.  It was kegstand mondays and the staff had set up a mini half pipe in the pit of the bar.... the pirates were singing,  the kids were drinkin and the skaters were doing what they do best.   It was a beautiful sight for the sorest of eyes. 

I must take this  moment to reckognize the brave young lady who led a full out personal  pirate assault against that 5 foot monster of a half pipe....  Miss, you took a beating  but kept getting back up and in the end, you took home all the booty  and a bottle of rum.... Ya fought a bravely battle and ya came out on top..... Luci dance's a pirate jig in your honour....  two  pints of grog be raised to ya.... 

Saggy bottoms got a mighty drunk.... and there was MUCH MUCH rejoycing....

Later this sossy evening, we were pulled over in Sylvia's Mother and  given a stern talking to and a chubby yellow fine for embarking on an old pirate game of "Deliniator Chaisers".....  YARRGGHH We flattened the shit out of those pylons. Unfortunatly the police couldn't understand that we are pirates and thats what we do.... we chase Deliniators.....

Augest 28th...
A sossy morning ensude, Luci's heads hurt....