Regarding our killer show at Genghis on Sat Aug 1st:
So why should I be a little nervous? Why after all the stellar rehearsals slaying the neighbors and local cats and dogs should I have the smallest of cute little butterflies circling in my tummy?
I think perhaps just the excitement of doing a few new songs is enough in and of itself, but this time I had to say it was the vocal pressure. The two new female additions to the band, “Laughing Lioness” Laura Drew and “Ms. Nine Lives” Deb Tala, the are more than talented so being in that mix required me to hold up my end of the triad!
And although the sound on stage was like being in a submarine on bad acid, we blew the skin of the egg rolls to another full house of loving folks. Thanks ladies!
Thanks to the out of towners for making that night a part of your vacation and I hope yall made your flights!

My little ol' song Blue Bird Tattoo is included in Longtown Sound 488 Podcast again, woo hoo! Thanks guys!

Check it out here!

http://wlso. fm/wordpress/archives/1290

CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES

Ingredients

* 2 sticks unsalted butter
* 2 1/4 cups bread flour
* 1 teaspoon kosher salt
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 1/4 cup sugar
* 1 1/4 cups brown sugar
* 1 egg
* 1 egg yolk
* 2 tablespoons milk
* 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
* 1 3/4 cups semisweet chocolate chips

Heat oven to 375 degrees F.

Melt the butter in a heavy-bottom medium saucepan over low heat. Sift together the flour, salt, and baking soda and set aside.

Pour the melted butter in the mixer bowl. Add the sugar and brown sugar. Cream the butter and sugars. Add the egg, yolk, milk and vanilla. Slowly add flour mix until combined. Stir in the chocolate chips.

Chill the dough, then scoop onto parchment-lined baking sheets, 6 cookies per sheet. Bake for 14 minutes or until golden brown, checking the cookies after 5 minutes. Rotate the baking sheet for even browning.

Hey Kids!

Check out the ever so old school duet with me and Commander Cody

http://www.myspace.com/commandercodyband

It's called Seeds and Stems and needless to say I was honored to sing with such a groovy legend!

Enjoy!

Is it me or is the new myspace look feeling like a consumer driven corporate anti indie appealing to the lowest common denominator pabulum the rest of the world has become?

Was it always this way and I was just in a delirium of friend management to notice?

And as far as Mac Dunald's on the front page I am decidedly NOT loving it.

These nice folks are at it again.
They have included my little ol' Blue Bird in their nifty podcast.
Check it out why don't ya?

http://wlso. fm/wordpress/archives/1077

What is it about Folkies?
If Folkies had saying it would be
"If you love it set it free, if it doesn't come back to you, hunt it down and kill it."
Kidding. But not, kind of.

These seemingly sweet natured banjo picking mando wielding aficionados of the unplugged seem to have serious issues about the growth of an artist.
Take, for instance Bob Dylan, when Bob, Lord and King to many a Folkie and Rocker alike, decided to expand his palette of sounds and ways of expression his former zealots wanted him hanged. Turing rabid his flipped out fanatics bleary eyed and booing became hateful and violent at shows they paid good money to get into! All because Bob wanted to say more, and in return they gave him death threats.

I have a friend who has had the hardest time with me developing as an artist. And that is what provoked my tiny but sweet natured rant about Folkies, as he is one indeed.
He tells me my first record was my best, that I was so pure, so real and that my lyrics were so much more about me and therefore resonated with the listener on a deeper level.
That the songwriting was better, and specifically the invisible meanings one can only discern by imposing ones own ideas and model of the world onto said artist. (Sound bitchy?)

So let me fill all of you in, that record, "More Songs", really only has one song whose lyrics apply to me in truth. And that song is called "I Like Knowing You Miss Me", it's a love song. Kidding.
Other than that song in my neophyte stages of writing I found it fun to write about others, still do actually. Rather than writing about myself I chose archetypical metaphors to court the genre and homage style with which I was flirting, savvy?

Had I ever had a blue bird tattoo?
Had I ever been a ghost?
Had I ever had my husband die?

And by the way, that song is not about dead babies. I say this because once a squeaky fan after a show excitedly told me she loved my dead baby song! (Lift eyebrow here.)
All these things could be argued, but did I write them about me? Take a wild guess.

The last record "Moody Girl" and the new record hold more intimate details and inner musings than I have ever cared or dared to express in song form.
As I am secretly narcissistic and don't like to let people think I like to talk about myself. Kidding.

Now don't get me wrong I love a good old-fashioned folk song. I love my 501's, waving golden meadows and a bare foot home down hoe down hootenannies but sheesh guys it seems someone gotta problem with change.

So to my Folkie friend who sits in his wooded solitude, shunning the evolving world, almost a musical Luddite, I say the poem is not the poet.
I say trying to tell this storm not to shift is bad for the crops.
Trying to fight the waves will get you a lunch of sand and saltwater.
I choose impressionism and realism, I choose cola and un-cola, I choose choose yes and no and everything in between.
And if you don't like it then keep your symbolic chocolate out of my lyrical peanut butter. ;)

Feeling hungry for some good old fashioned breakfast foods?
This is a little ol' pod cast that serves it up real nice and they even included my little bluebird.
Mmm bluebird pancakes!

http://wlso. fm/wordpress/archives/1035

Love song why do I hate thee so?
Is it because of the obdurate and ever so persistent way you are the topic of almost every singer songwriter at every bleeding coffee house across the planet?
Is it because it’s a ruse, a scheme, a social obsession, a distraction to keep us from looking over the wall?
Is it because I spend too much time listening to music in search of a clever soul who thinks of more than you?
Is it because the rhyme schemes are so easy and predictable it’s kind of like cheating?
Is it because people are hungry and there is so much more to be said and done?
Is it because no matter how I put it, it seems pale compared to the actual insoluble experience itself?
Is it because I have no heart?
Is it because I cannot write one?
Oh Paul McCartney guru of the immortal love song tell me…

Saturdaynight. Hedwig amazing. Driving home. AM radio. Satellite falling with toxic loads. Rapists prowling for fresh young women leaving them dead exposed to the sky and frozen fields lonely in the night. Oscar has taken over Hollywood. Deadly shootings a few miles from my home.

Full on existential nausea overtakes me. Home shower. Song arrives.

No one is listening. So I will say what I feel. No consequence and no remorse. Monday. Preproduction. Album number six. Song becomes real. No hokey hallmark. Real magic spontaneous all of us feel it. Drive home. AM radio. Satellite safely shot down.

Ironic.