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Sharon Crumrine



Last Updated: 8/10/2009

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Status: Single
City: CAMBRIDGE
State: Massachusetts
Country: US
Signup Date: 12/22/2006

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008 

Once again, another amazing recording session at Wellspring Sound on 8/16.   I'm still in happy shock with the results!!   We had a 9-piece string section, plus an orchestral drum set-up, and again I used the amazing 7'6" Yamaha C7 concert grand piano!  That is one gorgeous instrument. 

And once again, with me were Betty Widerski on viola in the string section and Mike Weakley on drums.  We don't quite have a band name yet, but we're working on it.

The next session will be sometime in the fall!!  Can't wait

3:09 PM 
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Tuesday, April 01, 2008 

Current mood:  happy

YES!! I am insanely psyched!! I’m *finally* re-recording the songs I have posted, plus some new ones, at the yummy Wellspring Sound Studios on their luscious Yamaha C7 concert grand next Friday!    I have about a full CD’s worth of music, but I’m splitting it up into 2 different sessions (2nd date TBA, but probably mid-summer). After all, 9-5, plus life, plus {The Milling Gowns} keep me incredibly busy.

Speaking of {The Milling Gowns}, our next and last recording weekend is coming up 5/3-4.  Hard to believe, that one. We started in October and split those sessions up too, and it has been quite a journey . CD release is tentatively set for September, but I will keep you posted on that as well.

Joining me Friday at Wellspring are Betty Widerski, string mistress extraordinaire on violin/viola/pseudo-cello and effects, and Mike Weakley on kick-ass drums!

2:14 PM 
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Monday, June 25, 2007 

Get ready for a new duo of eclectic songs coming soon to my player, some time later this week.....  Will announce when they are posted!!!

1:57 PM 
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Sunday, May 13, 2007 
The space before me
Before we

Bleak yards, broken trees
Glass in gut

Unknown, yet familiar
Waiting in the set-up I did not create

Out of my hands
Into your heart

The perceived story of my misshapen youth
Ah, to fill the barren earth
3:05 AM 
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Sunday, May 13, 2007 
I pray to the God in you
Outside of me
Laid at your feet

How did you become the sun?
The power and the glory
You shone brighter than all

I loved you dearly
Much more than I might love another
Even myself

For this I despise you
The feelings instilled in me
Love becomes hate becomes love and hate is love

Oh,
My God
2:47 AM 
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Sunday, May 13, 2007 
From the back seat, I hear J. say, "In Davis Square, I saw a woman walk right in front of the path of a bus and she got mowed down." The words hit my ears. I can vaguely ignore them like the abstraction of foreign words... just sounds in the air. Or I can let the weight hit me full force. He just said "mowed down by a bus". Dead for real. In the interest of human grounding, I let the weight hit. "Holy crap," I say. "If I saw that, it would scar me for life." J. says, "Yeah, it was quite traumatic."

Earlier that day, I walked past a sign: *mortuary*. Again, the words hit my eyes and I am faced with an instant choice: allow the numb abstraction to protect my overly sensitive brain, in the way we must do a thousand times a day in order to get through. Or let the weight sink in - *mortuary*.

The sign was a simple, stately black and sort of leathery tan, giving it a freshly branded look. "Okay," I tell myself. "Let it sink in." Reality staring me in the face, amongst brimming life, stopping my buzzing brain thought train. It's kinda too hot for early May. I'm tired. So many things to do. When will I get home? This takes too long. What will I wear to the show tonight? What will I eat for dinner?

No, not obsessed with death. Rather, ever using little bits to remain aware of what life really can be if I let it.
2:23 AM 
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007 
Especially dedicated to a very special person (you know who you are), and as a reminder to myself and anyone else who needs it.....

~+~+~+~

The Tree

~+~+~+~

Words ... like the wind
Lines dispersing on a page
Dissolving like dandelion feathers
Faded fireworks dripping down the sky

Branches ... the fragile heart
Embraced by sweet winds' hum
Or ripped in tempestuous fury
Thrashed, suddenly split, torn of its leaves
No apologies

Earth ... chosen family
Infinite grounding
Supporting roots
Standing loyal

Sun ... love of God and human souls
Ever giving, reaching to the roots
Renewer of life to seeds and broken branches

So the tree remains..... firm, proud.... alive
3:56 AM 
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007 
Mine

~~~

(Beat
Mashed
Mangled
Cut)

The morning

(Hit
Bleeding
Puking
Sick)

Guilt, uncertainty, unknowing

(Twist
Turn
Choke
Die)

I die die die
Easily, willingly, smilingly
For nothing, nothing
Nothing

Except the ghosts on that road, in that house, in that blood

Mine
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007 
Another poem:

When

~~~~

I can't remember
When I did not care

Free, I was... unchoked
Of the pleasant death grip
That snaps in place
Quicker than gunshot

Unintended, unannounced
Taking hold, seizing hostage

Cringing at my best self
That fights the intruder with a welcome sign
4:29 AM 
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Saturday, March 31, 2007 
I rarely write poems, so when this one came, I had to run with it.

~~~

.....above the sky

~~~

you are a disease
a welcome affliction
when did you climb in and make a nest in my heart?

such a sweet disease
my favorite affliction
how could we feel as much as we feel?

we meet in the chaos
on jagged, strange land
of infinite chances and many false starts
sometimes enduring, maybe sweet, maybe plain
but one raging spark fans this flame

explosive endeavors
hands holding hands
minds feeding minds
hearts melding hearts

we're pathetically diseased
sick with addiction
the grey veil of terror wraps first like a sad, sweet cloud
then seethes, suffocates, shatters the beautiful scene in the golden frame
we create in our breathless race to outrun the paper tigers

when instead they would vaporize with the flick of our flame
2:43 PM 
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