Gender: Female
City: Fountain Square, Indianapolis
State: Indiana
Country: US
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July 10, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  animated
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
Greetings!! Lots of news to share, so I'll get right to it!
My project, The Road Home is working together with WCER, an independent internet radio
station to share unsigned music globally in order to get more exposure
to artists.
I wanted to let you know about this because I would
love to hear YOU on the station! You can send MP3's (or a CD) with a
photo and bio that we'll post like a biz card on the site. Whenever
anyone listens to your songs and clicks on your link, they will see
your bio, photo, links to your site, myspace, facebook, twitter and
other social music sites!
If you like this idea, send an email to WCER
and tell Derrik I sent you! We can also provide you with a banner for
WCER if you'd like to post it somewhere to get more traffic to the site
for your listeners.
Personally, we're all a bit fed up with the
Myspace playlists load times and hiccups, so we're working to make it
easier for folks to hear good music without all the Myspackle Hoo Haa.
:) It makes it all the easier for venues and promoters to get straight
to the music - which is what it's really all about for all of us, isn't
it?
Indianapolis artists - do the same! WCER is developing an
'Indy Indie' station to promote you and some great organizations here
in the city. Come grow with us - we're spreading the love! Visit WCER, Cosmic Elephant Radio to look and listen to 24 hour streaming independent music!
I'm thrilled to tell you that WCER
interviewed Mr. Adrian Belew this evening and we are really honored
that he chose us for this exclusive, to discuss his project The Adrian
Belew Power Trio. WCER will be broadcasting excerpts of the interview throughout the week leading up to the show, then will play it in it's entirety the day of! The Adrian Belew Power Trio will be playing one of our favorite local
venues, Radio Radio on the 18th this month! WCER and I hope to see you at
the show! Be sure to give WCER a Myspace add here and look for the group page on Facebook!
Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon! Hope to hear you even sooner! Things
are gearing up for The Road Home project - stay tuned for more news as
we move to a larger space! I'll be booking shows so make sure you
join the mailing list at The Road Home soon!
The future's so bright...we're all wearin' shades!
Very best to you all, Gabrielle
OH, yes!! If you are a photographer in Indianapolis and would like to
see your prints in The Road Home photo gallery, contact me! I have several photographers on board and will have a lot more wall space to fill soon. It is my hope to showcase Indy's finest photogs!
SHARE THIS AND SPREAD SOME LOVE!
 | Currently listening: Sheik Yerbouti By Frank Zappa Release date: 1995-05-02 |
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May 13, 2009 - Wednesday
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Current mood:  grateful
Category: Music
First, many thanks to you all for your friendship and encouragement - I've been pretty busy with the current project detailed below and hope you'll take time to pass along the information and give us an add! www.myspace.com/theroadhomeindy This photog has donned a 'music promoter for non-profit' cap for a house concert series in Fountain Square. It's a labor of love and I've had some wonderful support from friends, family and artists who believe in this project. I'm truly blessed to know them and thank them all from the bottom of my heart. I express my personal gratitude to The Road Home Board of Directors - Rhonda Bayless,
Director of the Center of Wellness For Urban Women / Rick Garrett,
musician and half of Patchwork Music / Holly Jae Smith, musician half
of Patchwork Music / Jon Martin, President of left-handed affairs and
harmony for Sindacato, respectively. Join our mailing list to help us spread the word for future shows, events and workshops! The direct URL to our web site is www.agoldenpromise.com - The Road Home - sign up there or below to get your invitations to some wonderful shows! Your email will not be shared, your privacy is of utmost importance to us! Check back with us often! Here's to music, fun and giving for years to come! Namaste, Gabrielle Price, Photographer and Founder, The Road Home

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March 13, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
(I think Maya speaks to every woman in this amazing poem, no matter the color of your skin. Ladies, here is to ridding your beautiful gardens of choking weeds that won't allow you to bloom. Life's too short.)
Still I Rise / Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou _________________________________
He who pities a woman, depreciates her. He who attributes to her the evils of society oppresses her. He who thinks her goodness is of his goodness and her evil of his evil is shameless in his pretensions. But he who accepts her the way she is does her justice. - Kahil Gibran
The most beautiful people are those who have known defeat, suffering, struggle, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen." Elizabeth Kubler Ross _________________________________ Respect to my ladies. Help each other shine on, heads held high. Show 'em whatcha got!
Love to all of you! Gabrielle
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January 12, 2009 - Monday
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Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Life
I heard a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth... and only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own; the cars....the house...the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard... are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile... remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read with your life's actions to rehash... would you be proud of the things they say about how you spend your dash?
© 1996 / Linda Ellis ________________________________ For Jo Magenheimer / 1928 - 2009 A great lady who lived big beautiful dash.
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December 10, 2008 - Wednesday
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Current mood:  busy
voices to voices,lip to lip i swear(to noone everyone)constitutes undying;or whatever this and that petal confutes... to exist being a peculiar form of sleep
what's beyond logic happens beneath will; nor can these moments be translated:i say that even after April by God there is no excuse for May
-bring forth your flowers and machinery:sculpture and prose flowers guess and miss machinery is the more accurate, yes it delivers the goods,Heaven knows
(yet are we mindful,though not as yet awake, of ourselves which shout and cling,being for a little while and which easily break in spite of the best overseeing)
i mean that the blond abscence of any program except last and always and first to live makes unimportant what i and you believe; not for philosophy does this rose give a damn...
bring on your fireworks,which are a mixed splendor of piston and of pistil;very well provided an instant may be fixed so that it will not rub,like any other pastel.
(While you and i have lips and voices which are for kissing and to sing with who cares if some oneyed son of a bitch invents an instrument to measure Spring with?
each dream nascitur,is not made...) why then to Hell with that:the other;this, since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid.
e. e. cummings
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November 26, 2008 - Wednesday
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Current mood:  grateful
Category: Life
And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship. And he answered, saying: Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay." And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let their be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know it's flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
"On Friendship" From The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran ___________________________________________ A highly recommended read for grace - it covers religious and non-denominational folks :) Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
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November 21, 2008 - Friday
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Current mood:  artistic
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
For a limited time, I am offering my photo gift cards, keepsake boxes and desk organizers at a special price for the holidays! Get them early - save time and even more money by entering SHIP25 at checkout and get FREE SHIPPING on orders over $25! You choose your favorite photos from the gallery and create unique cards and photo gifts to share. They ship in as little as two days!
Copy and paste this link to your browser and happy shopping! http://www.shutterfly.com/pro/gabriellepricephotography/art
Thanks for your time and patronage and I wish everyone a wonderful holiday season!
Gabrielle
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November 20, 2008 - Thursday
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Current mood:  animated
Category: Art and Photography
Two photographs published in one month - gotta love that! Concert review, Justin Townes Earle show at Radio Radio, Nuvo Oct 15, 2008 Justin Townes Earle shotA big thank you to Scott Shoger and Nuvo! It was a great show, great night for music. and Meet The Band feature in Indy.com Oct 23 2008 Meet The Band shotThanks to the GBR boys - Rich, Doc, Pooh Daddy, Creepy 13 and to Neal Taflinger of Indy.com (and congrats to GBR for their best local punk CD win at the PRN awards!) Get out and support your local music scene and Indy talent!
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November 17, 2008 - Monday
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Current mood:  grateful
Category: Music
by Jeff Buckley ~
You, my love Are allowed to forget about the Christmas you spent, stressed out in your parents house. You, my love Are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before like bad disco clothes...save them for a night dancing stoned with your lover. You, my love Are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless, wild and naked symbolic dreams. You, my love In sleep, can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic -- and dreaming is courageous. You, my love Are allowed to grab my guitar and sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak (keep it down to two minutes). You, my love Are allowed to rot and die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before. You, my love Are allowed to beat the shit out of your television, choke its thoughts and corrupt it's mind. Kill, kill, kill the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right wing vision and its cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world. Turn about is fair play. You, my love Are allowed to forgive...and love your television. You, my love Are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and to those up in heaven. You, my love Are allowed to show your babies how to dance...full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified. You, my love Are allowed to be soaked, like a lover's blanket in the NY summertime with the wonder of your special gifts. You, my love Are allowed to receive praise You, my love Are allowed to have time You, my love Are allowed to understand You, my love Are allowed to love Women...disobey, Little men...believe. You, my love Are rebellion.
____________________________ To a muse: Happy Birthday Jeff.
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November 14, 2008 - Friday
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Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry
by Kahlil Gibran
In the depths of the sea, surrounding the nearby islands where the sun rises, there is a profoundness. And there, where the pearl exists in abundance, lay a corpse of a youth, his hand at his chest, encircled by sea maidens of long golden hair; they stared upon him with their deep blue eyes, conversing among themselves with musical voices. And the conversation, heard by the depths and conveyed to the shore by the waves, was brought to me by the frolicsome breeze.
One of them said, "This is a human who entered into our world yesterday, while our sea was raging."
And the second one said, "The sea was not raging. Man, who claims that he is a descendant of the Gods, was making iron war, and his blood is being shed until the color of the water is now crimson; this human is a victim of war."
The third one ventured, "I do not know what war is, but I do know that man, after having subdued the land, became aggressive and resolved to subdue the sea. He devised a strange object which carried him upon the seas, whereupon our severe Neptune became enraged over his greed. In order to please Neptune, man commenced offering gifts and sacrifices, and the still body before us is the most recent gift of man to our great and terrible Neptune."
The fourth one asserted, "How great is Neptune, and how cruel is his heart! If I were the Sultan of the sea I would refuse to accept such payment. . .Come now, and let us examine this ransom. Perhaps we may enlighten ourselves as to the human clan."
The mermaids approached the youth, probed his pockets and found a message clutched close to his heart; one of them read it aloud to the others:
"My Beloved: Midnight has again come, and I have no consolation except my pouring tears, and naught to comfort me save my hope in your return home to me from between the bloody paws of war. I cannot forget your words when you took your departure: 'Every man has a trust of tears which must be returned some day.' I know not what to say, My Beloved, but my soul will pour itself into parchment. . .my soul that suffers through separation, but is consoled by Love that renders pain a joy, and sorrow a happiness. When Love unified our hearts, and we looked to the day when our two hearts would be joined by the mighty breath of God, War shouted her horrible call and you followed her, prompted by your duty to the leaders. What is this duty that separates lovers, causes women to become widows and the children to become orphans? What is this patriotism which provokes wars and destroys kingdoms through trifles? And what cause can be more than trifling when compared to but one life? What is this duty which invites poor villagers, who are looked upon as nothing by the strong and by the sons of inherited nobility, to die for the glory their oppressors? If duty destroys peace among nations, and patriotism disturbs the tranquility of man's life, then let us say, "Peace be with duty and patriotism." No, no, My Beloved! Heed not my words! Be courageous and faithful to your country. . .Hearken not unto the talk of a damsel, blinded by Love, and lost through farewell and aloneness. . . .If Love will not restore you to me in this life, then Love will surely join us in the coming life. Your Forever"
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The mermaids replaced the note under the youth's raiment and swam silently and sorrowfully away. As they gathered together at a distance from the body of the dead soldier, one of them said, "The human heart is more severe than the cruel heart of Neptune."
_________________________________ From Secrets of the Heart / Poems and Meditations By Kahlil Gibran
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