tag:soramusic.ca,2005:/blogs/blog?p=34Blog2023-03-05T09:07:06-07:00soramusic.cafalsetag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71654402023-03-05T09:07:06-07:002024-02-27T20:54:55-07:00Rattle Song<p>I have been feeling particularly drawn to the creation of instruments this year. In November I attended a drum-making workshop and completed a frame drum out of deer hide. The process was meditative and soulful. My drum's voice is just starting to show up; I have named her Forest Song. In December I attended a rattle-making class and created the rattle below out of buffalo hide. The gorgeous walnut colour is the natural colour of the dried hide! I filled this one with little river stones, peridot, and dried juniper berries. The class was taught by an indigenous woman of Cree and Metis descent. She told stories and shared indigenous knowledge; a great gift. One of the teachings of the rattle is that it is the sound of breaking ice in spring, cleansing, healing, and bringing forth anew. I love that and the songs she sang that followed. I have felt compelled to start my own rattle song. </p><p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/395169/4ee076ce3b434a3411ec5687fa4f887426987976/original/20221229-093129.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==" class="size_m justify_left border_" /></p><p>Ice breaks, here the call<br>Let the river flow flow<br>Ground shakes, bison swell<br>Feel the thunder grow</p><p>He-ya face the storm<br>Feel your hidden sorrows<br>He-ya heal your source<br>As above, below</p><p>Heart quakes, hear the noise <br>Drum the pain away, away<br>Seeds fall, earthly breaks<br>To bloom another day</p><p>He-ya, teardrops flow<br>Melt the frozen landscape<br>He-ya heal your source<br>It's never, never too late</p><p> </p><p>Soon, the ice will break here and all the that seemed impenetrably cold and stuck, will melt into flow again. This is the way. For the rivers and for us. <br> </p><p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71190422022-12-06T16:03:55-07:002024-02-27T20:46:18-07:00Keep going. Call us home. <p>I have been on a journey. Not an external one, but rather navigating through my inner landscapes. I had to put aside music as I worked on my master's degree; one only has so much time and energy. I don't know yet if that was a mistake. It was a wound. One I inflicted willingly to create a better future for myself and my children. Still, a wound that had been bleeding for 6 years. I put so many pieces of myself on the shelf for safe keeping in those years; to the point that I have almost forgotten them. This year I finally had the space, time, energy, and finances to begin to heal it. The reclamation of my creativity has been challenging. I have let these muscles atrophy and have to build up my strength within them again. My gift to myself over the summer, after completing my accreditation exam in psychology was to sign up for the bardic level course from the <a contents="Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids." data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://druidry.org/" target="_blank">Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids.</a> It has felt akin to picking up the dusty jar holding all my spiritual longings. I opened it and inhaled the almost-forgotten scent of the wild forest dreams. It has been a homecoming. One that was long overdue, and with that thought that brings with it all the poignant sadness of being away for too long. I have missed so much. I have been so long gone. As I build this strength, I hear my creative voice whispering in the deep.</p>
<p>Keep going. </p>
<p>Call us home.</p>
<p>And so I am. I built a drum, and with it recorded this song written so long ago I can't even remember the year. Keep going. Call us home. It is on my <a contents="demos" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://soramusic.ca/demos" target="_blank">demos page</a>. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/70883292022-10-25T12:00:08-06:002024-02-27T20:47:38-07:00On belonging<p>On my walk this morning <br>
I mused on belonging <br>
To land, to love <br>
Of the deep desire to be known and seen <br>
And more <br>
The need to fit within the ecosytems of our lives <br>
I walked, in a bubble of thought <br>
Until the pigeon strutting in front of me <br>
Strolled onto the road <br>
And was run over <br>
A moment, between here and was<br>
I felt the shock of its life ending <br>
The sharp edge of its death <br>
While the cars flowed ever onwards <br>
What is belonging if not to know <br>
The unique rhythm of the heartbeats around you <br>
And mourn their loss when <br>
They fall silent.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/71321652022-06-01T13:10:00-06:002024-02-27T20:48:39-07:00Remembrances <p>And in an instant, it floods me. The way the stars felt, soft, within a chilled sky. The oracle of the fire tossing its sparked prophecies into the night. A red skirt and the taste of bourbon and cigars. The headiness, the youth, the authenticity of a soul meeting a soul beyond the trappings of time and space. The memory finds me, as though I had been lost to it. It floods me, demanding that I embody it, love it, offer myself to it. I search for your words, the story you told that is you and me and yet not. I find them and drink them deeply, a remembrance of exiles, of concordances, of the alignment of spheres for a single moment. Ripples lapping upon my shore. Seeker, do you remember? What magic in dreams? Do you walk the tempered path?</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/69673492022-05-09T19:55:25-06:002024-02-27T20:49:37-07:00Don't Let Go<p>Lyrics: </p>
<p>Darling close your eyes<br>To find inside<br>A night full of stars<br>Oceans of light through the dark<br>Don't let go<br>Darling don't let go <br>Don't you know<br>Heaven and earth sang your name<br>The day you came <br>Don't you know<br>All of your pain has a home </p>
<p><br>You don't have to hide<br>Pretend it's all fine<br>Anymore <br>Odd broken signs <br>Grafitti and lines<br>Call you cracking defined<br>A voice to softly defy <br>All of the lies<br>Holding the truth of your life. <br>Don't let go<br>Darling don't let go<br>Don't let go<br>Don't let go <br>Darling, don't let go <br>Don't let go<br><br>Darling close your eyes<br>To find you are more <br>Then what hurts you. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68151852021-10-20T07:00:00-06:002024-02-27T20:50:54-07:00Knowing<p>There is knowing. In you, in me. In the spaces unformed yet between breaths, beats, thoughts, feelings. Sometimes we are sparked by the smallest seemingly inconsequential thing, other times we spark in others. This week I have experienced both. I am reminded over and over again that we cannot truly know our own power, our own legacies. These are ripples that spread out into the vast sea of interconnections, the lightning of neural firings moving quickly and quietly out into the world. I hope that if you feel small and hopeless, that some part of your knowing recognizes your node within the web. You matter. What you do matters. It isn't always seeable, knowable. Think of all the little things others have done that changed you, moved you, guided you, even if they had no idea. You have done this for someone else. You have been their light in the dark, their spark. Keep your brave hearts going dear ones. Your light matters.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68194622021-03-24T15:30:00-06:002024-02-27T20:52:50-07:00The Raven Calls<p>Raven is calling outside my window and in the bleak grey of the day, I am encompassed by a shifting sense of place. I can almost hear the coastal waters and feel the presence of cedar secrets. A messenger of memory this raven becomes, pulling through the mist of my mind vision of long afternoons with my grandmother, of tumbling down unknown highways on ancient tours into hemlock vales saturated in clouds. Always beneath is a longing, like trying to remember a song that plays just beyond. Trying to hold onto a mystery that flows away, water through my yearning fingers. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68194632020-12-30T15:35:00-07:002024-02-27T20:53:48-07:00Moving to WholenessThere are pieces yet to be placed
Thoughts not yet coalesced
Into the memory of stories
I wait, let the tempest swirl
Lift each unnamed heart petal
And fallen feeling
Into the invisible eddies
Of time and space
One day they will settle,
Touch ground within
My body home
To be absorbed
Welcomed from their exile
Into the painted landscapes
Of wholeness
#process #emotional soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/64105822020-08-15T22:24:09-06:002024-02-27T20:54:55-07:00Aurora Award!<p>I won an Aurora Award tonight! It was for lyrics I wrote inspired by <a contents="Susan Forest's" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://speculative-fiction.ca/" target="_blank">Susan Forest's</a> book <strong><em>Bursts of Fire</em></strong>. I am grateful for the recognition, and for this meaningful reminder of how much I love to write, especially when I can jump off of evocative stories. It is particularly meaningful at this time; when I have had to put my music a bit on hold in order to finish my master's program. I love writing from literature; I love reinterpreting words and stories; I love finding my way into a narrative and examining all the nooks and crannies. So I am thankful to Susan Forest, Laksa Media Groups Inc. for asking me to write this song. I am thankful To Vanessa Cardui for producing the song and to Dave Settles for his musical contributions. And most importantly I am thankful to my family --Dave, Karina, Melaine, Naia & Lucian-- who always support and believe in me. Listen <a contents="here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://soundcloud.com/sorasinger/bursts-of-fire" target="_blank">here</a>. Lyrics below: </p>
<p>Where are you now? </p>
<p>I can't find you in torrents of time </p>
<p>Visions gone blind </p>
<p>Of a future undefined </p>
<p>Twisted divine, prisons of mind </p>
<p>Children of mine: remember who you are </p>
<p>Bursts of fire light the wall </p>
<p>Where I fight to save us all </p>
<p>From the darkness </p>
<p>The darkness of an empty fate </p>
<p>Of suffering without light. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Who are you now? </p>
<p>I don't know you, these tormented eyes </p>
<p>Deathly designs </p>
<p>Return to comfort of heavenly skies </p>
<p>Loosening ties, desperate cries </p>
<p>Child of mine: remember who you are </p>
<p>Bursts of fire light the night </p>
<p>Where I fight to make things right </p>
<p>Through the darkness </p>
<p>The darkness of an empty fate </p>
<p>I will make my fate </p>
<p>Hold: hold a future unmade </p>
<p>A past I won't cede </p>
<p>A spirit unfazed </p>
<p>Your face through the blaze </p>
<p> </p>
<p>What will this be? </p>
<p>Bonds are broken in scattered debris </p>
<p>Pathways are laid </p>
<p>With your future the price is paid </p>
<p>I've prayed and I've prayed </p>
<p>For you who remain </p>
<p>Oh children of pain: remember who you are </p>
<p>Who you are </p>
<p>Who you are </p>
<p>Remember who you are </p>
<p>Who you are (Bursts of fire) </p>
<p>Who you are (Light the night where I fight) </p>
<p>Remember who you are (To make things right) </p>
<p>Who you are (Through the darkness) </p>
<p>Who you are (The darkness) </p>
<p>Remember who you are (Of a fate devoid of life) </p>
<p>Who you are </p>
<p>Who you are </p>
<p>Remember who you are</p>
<p>https://soundcloud.com/sorasinger/bursts-of-fire</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68194812020-07-28T15:00:00-06:002021-11-23T15:31:38-07:00Coming Home<p>As we stand beneath the circle of trees, a stirring rises within. Unexpected. Rousing. Connective. Familiar in the ways of half-remembered dream rites from distant pasts. I can feel the world turn, circled stars and seasons breathing through me. It feels like coming home. </p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68194842020-05-28T15:00:00-06:002021-11-23T15:35:27-07:00Spring Rising<p>The blossoms open unconcerned with the workings of humanity. They sway in the May breeze that lifts from a river singing. They turn their pale faces to the sun and seem to say: See, all there is, is this moment. Sun-soaked petals heavy with fragrant nectar and the creaking sway of the wind. Take it in, child of earth. Be with us, let us drink in the now together. What else is there? What else could be more important? </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/68195122019-04-05T16:00:00-06:002021-11-23T15:49:03-07:00I See You<p>I see you. You with the kind heart and soft eyes. You with a past you still wear on your skin but that cannot hide the shape of your spirit within. You who lay in bed last night crying your burdens out after everyone was asleep, a testament to how deeply you feel in this world. You who hide your pain to keep your children safe in a world that often is not. You who love. You who despair. you who loaugh. You who hold on. You who hope. You who dream. You who survived to be here, alive in this moment. I see you and you are beautiful. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022332017-07-04T18:00:00-06:002021-12-07T06:01:40-07:00Choice<p>There are choices I have made that even years later weigh heavily upon me. I consider that weight to be a good indication of growth, reflection and a tenacious commitment to truth and integrity. My reflections and writings are a way for me to unravel myself and the unconscious fault lines within me. I think we all have them; only through the application of specific pressure in specific areas do these fault lines crack within us all. It is a gift that I now know the landscape of my own vulnerability and I actively try to choose differently than in my past as I have come to accept the shape of my human frailty. I have learned that every action, every inaction is a choice. I have committed, in every new choice, to more deliberate action, to more considerate and courageous integrity. I know I have difficulty saying no...to my family...to my friends...at work...and yet every day I commit to the deliberate practice of becoming more conscious, more exacting in my choice making. </p>
<p>So when I chose you, know that it is with knowledge of vulnerability within a great fear of loss and pain. Know that I am wise enough to know that choice is ongoing...a living commitment that needs to be made day after day. Know that it means I understand there will be challenges and circumstances that settle between us and I will still consciously and deliberately choose you in every moment of every day for as long as you will also choose me. It means choosing to turn my face towards rather than away when I feel lonely and disconnected. It means choosing to reach out rather than close in when I am mired in sadness and sorrow. It means choosing you to be the recipient and holder of my ecstasy as well as the guardian of my secret vulnerabilities. It means silently saying yes over and over again to you, to your offered hand and welcoming eyes. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022322017-02-22T17:00:00-07:002017-02-23T13:29:58-07:00Let you go<div class="_1dwg _1w_m _2ph_">
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<p>When the aching puzzle<br>You’ve left is broken<br>And the gaping sound of it<br>Cracks me open</p>
<p>Still I can’t let you go<br>Every paper thin note of me says</p>
<p>I can’t let you go<br>I can’t ever go home<br>When the soft folds of memory<br>Hold my tattered thoughts of you<br>Of you, of you</p>
<p>When you slip away <br>Like mist in the morning<br>Shapes of shadows all<br>That’s left of the moment</p>
<p>When the siren’s call<br>Still holds me captive<br>A crumbling faith of <br>Spellbound stories</p>
<p>Still I can’t let you go<br>The scattered words left all say</p>
<p>I can’t let you go<br>I can’t ever go home<br>When the soft folds of memory <br>Hold my tattered thoughts of you<br>Of you, of you</p>
<p>Still the sun will rise<br>Still the sun will shine<br>Still the sap does flow<br>Through the torrid veins<br>Of lovers throes. <br> I will find the map<br>Without your north<br>In a world without<br>Me in you</p>
<p>I can’t let you go<br>I can’t ever go home<br>When the soft folds of memory<br>Hold my tattered thoughts of you<br>Of you, of you</p>
<p>When I hang in threads<br>I can’t untangle<br>In the empty hollows<br>You once inhabited</p>
<p>Oh, I try to find<br>Some sense of normal<br>As the world it spins <br>So blindly callous</p>
<p>Of letting you go<br>Of letting you go</p>
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<p dir="ltr">I am a mother to four amazing human beings, so much of my focus over the last 3 years has been on creating a new home that is stable, loving, and emotionally safe for them. The separation also has meant that I can no longer commit the time I was before to my musical career. Music is my passion, but is not a financially feasible full time option for me at this time, which has necessitated a full time job elsewhere. It has been a long journey. At first I worked two jobs, spending the week days working at a local wildlife rehabilitation center and many weekends working at a residential treatment center; all this in addition to spending time with my kids. Obviously there was very little room for music during that time. After being diagnosed with shingles one very stressful (and rashy) Christmas, I realized I was taking on too much and was going to pay with my health. Luckily, my finances had improved at this point and I chose to quit my weekend work, which also allowed me to take on gigs here and there. Over the last few years I have felt fortunate to have performed at festivals and in collaboration with other artists. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Scorpion Moon was released a month after I separated from my ex. o_O (FYI: I do not recommend this as a career move ~smile~) I did what I could to promote the album and was honoured and thrilled that this album was nominated for a Canadian Folk Music Award. Still, I was emotionally and financially unable to leverage that nomination into touring, performing, or recording opportunities, something that has been a source of sadness and guilt for me. In many ways I feel that I have let myself and all of you down. Still, I have continued to write and perform, just in a more contained manner. The music I have written over the last 3 years has been introspective, represents a manner of coping, and has created a safe space for my healing. One of those songs is shared below. I have more than enough strong material for another album, I am just not in a place, financially, where I can translate these new songs into a professional recording. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Sometimes you have to take a less direct route to get to your destination. Though the wildlife rehabilitation center I have worked at since 2013 has been a nourishing, flexible, and supportive environment, it cannot provide what I believe I will need in the future. As such, I have applied and been accepted into a graduate program, Masters of Counseling, through the University of Calgary. I start in September and will slowly chip away at this over the next 5 years, while still working and caring for my children. Once again, this will result in less time and energy for the creation and performance of music, a sacrifice I am willing to make to ensure a secure future for myself and my children. The decision to apply for grad school was a heavy one, especially because I knew it would mean a shift in focus away from my musical endeavors. My hope is that these studies will continue to grow my spirit and mind bringing new and unexpected perspectives to my creative work. I also hope that the financial security that will come from this change will then allow for a renewed recording vigour. I will continue to post when I can, write music when I can, and perform when I can because I know that music is my home and have felt from the very beginning that it is what I was meant to do. I am not giving up, just flowing a little differently for awhile. ~smile~ I fully intend to release another album when the time is right. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">The support I have received for my music has been a sparkling light in many moments of darkness over the last 3 years. Your emails, comments, and likes have reminded me over and over that music is connective tissue; that it speaks to what holds us all together. I hope you will continue to follow my journey, hold space for me, and that you will be patient. There is music waiting, incubating in spaces between what is and what could be. I am taking those first tentative steps into an unknown, and very soon I will find my feet to run, my wings to fly, and will intersect with the me that is waiting just beyond the horizon of now. </p>
<p dir="ltr">With love and determination,</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Sora</p>
<p dir="ltr">xo</p>
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<p><br><br></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022292015-07-07T18:00:00-06:002022-05-27T10:38:11-06:00Sulis<p>A video of a song I wrote a couple of years ago about Sulis, the goddess of the hot springs in Bath, England. I had always wanted to write an unaccompanied song and after visiting the hot springs at Bath I felt the still and sacred energy of Sulis was perfect for the beauty of just the human voice. The vocals are just a demo I did at home.</p>
<p>Sulis is the goddess of the hot springs located in Bath, England. Her worship predates the Romans in the British Isles. When the Romans arrived, they asked who the goddess of that place was, and were answered with "Sulis". They asked what she was like and the native people explained that she was wise. The Romans thus compared Sulis to their goddess of wisdom, Minerva and so Sulis became "Sulis-Minerva" forever watching over the thermal springs at Bath (called Aqua Sulis by the Romans).</p>
<p>The artwork is by an amazing artist, Liba Labik (<a href="http://www.libaartstudio.com" target="_blank">www.libaartstudio.com</a>), who also happens to be a good friend. Enjoy!</p>
<p><iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lLmK40YE5DU" width="560"></iframe></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022282015-02-28T17:00:00-07:002015-03-01T02:12:29-07:0040<p>March rides in on winter's roar. Though the sun's light is mellow against the edges of the horizon, the wind has teeth, sharpened by the unseen snow in the air. I however, am snuggled warm on my couch, with the yellow glow of vintage lamps creating my own sanctuary. I mean to write, something...anything but all my words are churned conflicting in a tempest of thought, memory and emotion. I turn 40 in a month and a half, a number that means pretty much nothing to me. I don't feel 40, but then again, what does 40 feel like? Maybe it feels like this, a soft comfort that sits behind my eyes, a heart still messy with feelings, a strength of conviction that is only somewhat more malleable with the voices of other that become more salient as I pass through the years. This is my 40. I don't know what 40 is for others. I hear of women who lament each ticking year. I don't understand this rage against the machinations of time. We are all beholden, I would rather acquiesce to the passage of time, and fight rather for the quality of time. I don't plan to celebrate my birthday, any more than I usually do. Wine to good health, and cake with those that are as family. </p>
<p>Still, I pause and evaluate who I am in this moment, what passages I have made to get to now. As I sift through memory and feeling, nothing feels out of place, even the sorrows that are etched on the chambers of my heart. All feels as though it is supposed to be. This is sometimes a hard feeling to resolve myself to, a strange thought for sure. This is because I want for more out of this music that haunts my dreams. I want for more, but right now I feel as though I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Not necessarily where I want to be. When I allow myself to follow the rigid downward spirals of self deprecating talk, I compare myself to others and always feel as though I come up short. This is a deceptive manner of thinking, for it only encompasses narrow definitions of success, negating multitudes of other positive ways that my life has been crafted. </p>
<p>This all comes to me as I integrate my experiences at Folk Alliance International (a music conference I attended in February) into my repertoire. I must admit, the first two days there were the loneliest days I have had in a long time. I felt keenly out of place, especially as an artist that was not selected to showcase, my experiences not at all compatible with the people I met. More than once I went to the bathroom and cried. I phoned my sister friend on the second day, sobbing, and she asked me to come home, where I was loved and cherished. I couldn't afford to change my tickets, though I desperately wanted to follow her advice, and so resolved myself to making the best of it all. And in that resolution the pain of differentness eased a bit and I went on to experience two much more enriching days, meeting other interesting and unusual souls and coming to the conclusion that it was not my time to showcase and that in actuality, the universe was taking good care of me, as it always has. Had I been chosen to showcase, I would have felt obligated to sing through a very serious throat infection that has plagued me for 2 months. Most certainly I would not have been my best, through no fault of my own.</p>
<p>As I complete another decade of my life, I can see that I lead an unusual life. My experiences do not compare to others, they are unique. I have a life that is rich with beauty and love, and both have been my highest goals for as long as I can remember. Beauty. Love. I could never have foreseen as a child that I would be where I am today so, though I have not achieved all that i want with my music, I can still see that power of what I have already done; in emails that come from people around the world, asking to use my music for dance productions, asking for the use of my music in a school music performance. This is the wonder and intoxication of music; the ability for it to affect people long after its creation. </p>
<p>Surely as I navigate through the next 40 years of my life, I will have untold possibilities, at least as amazing and unforeseeable as those realized through the last 40 years. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022272015-01-02T17:00:00-07:002015-01-03T09:02:34-07:002015<p>A New Year tiptoes in upon cascading snow drifts leaving nothing to mark the passage but a whitewash of the year before. I have never been one to create resolutions, it always felt a bit contrived to me, but somehow this year, I feel the urge to write down goals and desires, to pull to me the life I want to be immersed in. I can sum up all my wants into a simple phrase: I want to grow beauty; in music, in writing, in space, in photography, in every interaction I have. Growth. It feels like I have nurtured the seeds long enough within. </p>
<p>My mind is a bit rusty, my fingers tentative as I write this. I haven't had much of a presence these last two years. At the risk of talking too much of pain and loss, I must confess that my separation and divorce has held me in stasis. I feel as though I have been in survival mode, unable to look ahead, living each day as it comes and finding myself in a creative void. Many people have been where I am, struggling with the loss of love, of dreams, of support, of time with their children. So this is not a poor me post rather an explanation of absence and perhaps a reminder to myself to not feel so guilty about not writing and connecting with the core of my being.</p>
<p>In my other life, I would spend a great deal of time reading, walking and thinking, which was the oxygen to my creative fires. I am required to find a new way, as I now must work to make ends meet, to pay my mortgage and feed my children. Last year I worked two jobs, which meant my days off were few and far between. After a sickness illuminated how destructive that was to my wellbeing, I cut back and indeed flowed yet into another way. </p>
<p>I am fortunate. I have a job at a unique and interesting place (I work at a wildlife rehabilitation centre). My job is flexible and allows me time off when I need it and to create the work hours that work for me. I can ride my bike to work in the summer and in the winter I am never stuck in traffic as it is a short 10 minute drive against traffic flow. I have a house that was filled with all the basic amenities by the generosity of friends, family and even strangers. Through every financial crisis in the last 2 years, the universe always opened a way for me, provided for me and left me intact. I overflow with gratitude for all these gifts of the basic infrastructure of life. It is time now to move beyond infrastructure. It build upon the basics of life. It is time for me to give back. </p>
<p>As the shock of all the severing words, of cruel actions and the crumbling of half of my support system has faded, I finally feel as though I can look past today into the rolling waves of 2015 and find the pathway to the me I want to be in my new life. </p>
<p>I almost wrote "the pathway back to me". Almost. There is no going back. That me is no longer. I am required to create from the ashes of all that was burnt down in the destruction of my old life. And create I will for that is who I am, that is what I do. I am finally ready to create after two years of grieving. </p>
<p>One of my largest goals is simply to write more, which I am starting today. I need to write, to awaken those succulent words within me again. To do this, I am going to take more photos, walk more, find my connection to nature again and let it all flow through the tumbling creekways of my mind and flow out again carrying the taste of my perceptions, my take on the world. </p>
<p>It's time to move forward. </p>
<p>Welcome 2015, I have been keenly anticipating your arrival and now that you are here, you are more sparkling and beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Welcome. </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022262014-10-31T18:00:00-06:002021-07-12T09:28:56-06:00Frozen<p>Time stood still in our breaking<br> Shards of shattered will<br> In our breaking all was still<br> So still<br><br> In the silence of complacent years<br> Lays the carnage of winter tears<br> In the silence of these cares<br> Turned to fears<br><br> I sleep with your heart still singing<br> The blood of my dreams<br> I can't breath<br><br> Because I'm frozen without you<br> I whisper to the wind my longing<br> Find me<br> Free me<br> Melt me<br> Need me<br> Hold me<br> Thrill me<br> Breath, fill me<br> Touch me<br> Heal me<br> Sing, move me<br> Love me<br> Call me<br> Come back to me<br><br> I'm unfilled in my waiting<br> Empty of you still<br> I am waiting heart unfilled<br> Oh until<br><br> In the wasteland of withered words<br> Parched and lonely, still unheard<br> In this wasteland I'm inert<br> With empty hurt<br><br> I wish to ignite rebirthing<br> The world keeps on turning<br> Not me<br><br> Because I'm frozen without you<br> I whisper to the wind my longing<br> Find me<br> Free me<br> Melt me<br> Need me<br> Hold me<br> Thrill me<br> Breath, fill me<br> Touch me<br> Heal me<br> Sing, move me<br> Love me<br> Call me<br> Come back to me<br><br> Restart my heart<br> Promise me summer again<br> Breath our story<br> Into these frozen words of mine<br><br> Bend me<br> Break me<br> Map me<br> Make me<br> I just wanted to be warmed by you<br> Oh I was yours from the start<br><br> Touch me<br> Heal me<br> Sing, move me<br> Love me<br> Call me<br> Come back to me<br> Come back to me<br> Frozen without</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022252014-08-16T18:00:00-06:002014-08-17T14:18:02-06:00CFMA Interview<p>An interview I did in November of 2013 regarding my nomination for a Canadian Folk Music Award for my 2013 album "Scorpion Moon". </p>
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<p>Words are not leaves<br> though they loosen themselves<br> easily enough in the tempest<br> of opposing pressures, battering fronts<br> and disturbed states</p>
<p>Tears are not rain<br> though they precipitate<br> in the long lost condensation<br> of remembered landscapes <br> far beyond the horizon of now</p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395169/fb1e871e2af75cb0a553246397c7fa0c24e2651a/original/dsc-0155.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDIwMSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="201" width="300" /></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022222013-12-23T17:00:00-07:002021-06-21T10:14:15-06:00Christmas Eve<p>Well, it is Christmas Eve, and we are almost upon the cusp of a new year. The darkest night has come and gone, the tangible presence of a year in passage. At this time last year, my CD was in production and I was still shell shocked from being newly separated. Fast forward over a year of release, of moving, of working extra hours to make ends meet, of a collaboration with Danish artist Nicky Bendix for an art installation of Tone Aanderaa's, mountain gigs, home town gigs, East gigs and a nomination for a Canadian Folk Music Award and I can say that it was a year well spent. ~smile~</p>
<p>I have been quiet,not just externally, but internally as well, listening rather than speaking. It is a lost skill in some ways, the deliberate turning inwards, and I have struggled, feeling as though I should be "doing" more. Doing is great when there are things to be done, but it's hard to think of quiet time as important and meaningful when I can watch the world moving by me at each still junction. Still, as I sit in the darkness this morning, I know that this too is what I need; the softness of empty space. As I get older, I can better see the invisible threads between my fallow, still time, when I am not outputting, but examining inwardly my experiences, absorbing them quietly, like the secret hush of roots calling nutrients to them and my creative outpourings. I need to read, to fill myself with words other than my own, to seek out thoughts that are alien to me, and then titrate them into my own. I need to fill my eyes with the wonder of the silent moon stalking the oblivious sun, of the trees holding sky and snow alike. </p>
<p>This all following the busy weekend of the CFMAs, where my weekend was filled with my showcase, the award ceremony and the following gala. I did not win in my category, as you must all be aware, but I could hardly begrudge the winner after seeing him perform on the stage before me, a masterful player. They say it's the nomination that counts, which has some truth but completely disregards that stomach dropping, disappointing moment when you are hoping, hoping that it is your name to be called and you are left in your seat with your name lost in the glory of another's. ~smile~ I am grateful for each moment that weekend, even the disappointment. </p>
<p>Finally, finally I have gotten my recording equipment working after a long moving hiatus and have demoed some of my new songs this year. As I release them from me, I can feel the internal sigh, as though I am cleaning out the corners of my mind, relinquishing all these stored notes and musical ideas and already there are new songs welling from within...one lyric I will share in a day or two, it has to be read by one particular person first (oooo...mysterious...). One is still percolating through me but I can give you the start of the a chorus that just appeared one day as though a gift in the doorstep of my psyche...</p>
<p>Oh, I'm frozen without you</p>
<p>I whisper to the wind my longing</p>
<p>Find me, free me, melt me, need me</p>
<p>Hold me, thrill me, move me, fill me</p>
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<p>Wishing you each the happiest of holiday seasons in whatever form you celebrate. xx</p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022212013-10-20T18:00:00-06:002021-02-10T07:05:24-07:00Messy<p>There were rules, hard edges to cut my words upon. Times to love and times to cry: but what of the tears that run liquid beneath my wanton desire? What place for thoughts that bleed across the lines of timely lucidity? Lost tides, and drift wood words; conversations left parched and wanting. I never wanted to be appropriate, to swallow the streams of conscious creation as Kronos stones, held within my fate-frightened belly. I never wanted to be bound within the rigidity of normal, to tie my tongue with the saccharine noose of niceties. I didn’t want neat lines and ordered phrases carefully wiping away my overflowing dynamism.</p>
<p>You didn’t want my messy, but when you cleaned me up, all that was left was the lonely chasm of silence.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022202013-10-04T18:00:00-06:002013-10-05T16:03:18-06:00CFMA<p>It is with great gratitude that I announce that I was nominated for a <a href="http://folkawards.ca" target="_blank">Canadian Folk Music Award </a>in the category of Solo World Artist. It is a quiet sort of victory, being acknowledged for an album that represents a great amount of change and transition in my life. At the same time I want to incessantly blabber on excitedly about the nomination and silently absorb it within, taking a moment to myself to truly come to grips with such an honour. The best part? The awards are being held in Calgary, how serendipitous is that? Can't wait! </p>
<p>I was invited to showcase the weekend of the awards at the Calgary Folk Club! The performance is on November 8th and tickets can be purchased on their <a href="http://www.calgaryfolkclub.com" target="_blank">website</a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022192013-09-22T18:00:00-06:002013-09-23T10:54:41-06:00Blowing into autumn<p>I am entranced by the trees on my street, the way every quivering leaf seems to have shed the illusions of summer only to reveal the veined light within. I had forgotten how much I love to live on a street shadowed by rows of towering trees, and my gratitude for such remembrance is a welling wave that carries me into each day with cresting happiness. Truly I am satisfied with such small gifts. Light and leaves, wind and water. </p>
<p>The autumnal equinox has come and gone, the equal arms of a seasonal cross that spread out to remind me of another year passing. It was almost a year ago that I was in Toronto recording my album, almost a year ago that the unraveling threads of my life were pulled tangled to lay in heaps at my feet. So to walk beneath trees I couldn't have even dreamed would guard my pensive steps is a reminder of beauty, of the continuance of the heart of the universe. </p>
<p>The leaves bring me to thoughts of decay and renewal, such overwhelming beauty is found in the flare of autumn, in what is fundamentally a loss. It feels poignant as I sit and watch the wind dance with the trees. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395169/0ca84177b2c4695042b5ab9e102e12276a558cb9/original/524654-396688877123280-2122024235-n.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjAweDE1MCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="150" style=" margin-left: 3px; margin-right: 3px;" width="200" />The wind was less poignant yesterday as I sang at the Harvest Festival hosted by the city of Calgary at Ralph Klein Park. I was joined by Aaron Young, who is a spectacular guitarist. The sun was beaming down (so much so I came home with a ridiculously red sunburn on my back), and it seemed the perfect way to welcome autumn. Until of course the wind picked up and teased Aaron relentlessly by playing a game of keep away with his chord charts, muffling me by blowing hair into my mouth ~laugh~, even going so far as knocking down music stands! Yes it was the kind of gig that keeps you on your toes offering some interesting variations on chords. Nothing like a little improvised music! Aaron also told me that a bug flew in his ear while he was playing! Playing while you have a bug in your ear. That is dedication. Yes outdoor concerts: never a dull moment and a true test of a musician's ability to go with the flow ~laugh~ Still, the music was sweet and clear in the warm air, and a number of listeners sat eyes closed, while sound and light washed over them. Wonderful! While I sang, a good friend and spectacular visual artist, <a href="http://libalabikart.com" target="_blank">Liba Labik </a>was creating a beautiful whimsical work. It's not finished yet, as a 2 hour concert didn't quite allow for all the layers Liba wanted to create, but it's off to a good start as you can see below!</p>
<p>~happy sigh~ I love it! It should be finished within the week and will be displayed at the Calgary School of Art in SE Calgary. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395169/5299ae83d6425d80c0a12bf791d3c7133efe9522/original/dsc-02162.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6NDg1eDQ4NCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="484" width="485" /></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022182013-09-19T18:00:00-06:002013-09-20T01:09:01-06:00Story Teller<p>Transcript from the <a href="http://www.astreauxworld.org/html/program__011.html" target="_blank">Astreaux World Interview</a>:</p>
<p>I see myself as a teller of stories. The notes I sing, the words I write, these are mediums through which narratives breathe into life, a platform to examine the personal and archetypal journeys we all make. Words are not inert for me, but rather have an immense power to create meaningful connections to the world around us. As such, I do not believe that words can be held to rigid confines of strict meaning but instead are flexible frameworks for the evolution of thought and emotion. In a sense words themselves are co-creators, because although they have defined meaning, this meaning is constantly morphing, or adapting if you would, to the needs of the speaker. To the needs of the story being told at that moment. And we are all telling stories, every day to the people we meet, to the people we know and most importantly, to ourselves. We each have our own stories that serve to coalesce our experiences into a meaningful whole, to plug us into a collective understanding and, I believe, to create new worlds, new mythos. I think, at times, our search for absolute truths diminishes the importance of personal perception, of claiming our stories, accepting that we cannot ever possibly see the beginnings and endings of every thread that has woven itself in, yet still knowing that this is what is beautiful about our stories; myriads of alternate understanding.</p>
<p>As a songwriter, I love knowing that, in some ways, the words I have chosen will spiral out from me creating slightly different meanings, different sensory associations, and different filters of memory in every single person that hears them, and through these differences the audience itself evolves the meaning of each song. In such ways the songs are given a unique and infinite life trajectory beyond the narrow confines of my experience and definitely beyond my ability to control. I get asked all the time where my inspiration comes from, which has always seemed an odd question because the answer has to be “life”. I draw marrow from everything I see, everything I read, everything I hear, everything I touch and feel, from every experience that I am fortunate enough to be immersed in and from these I carry tiny echoed souvenirs, which become the skeletal foundations of songs. Fundamentally I see everything around me as the guardian of a unique story. Nothing is finite or static. Every intersection with a person, with an object, with anything within our personal landscapes has been forged by the narrative that led to that moment, and within any interaction, we are creating infinite living worldlines. There are story lines everywhere around us and it is the lineage of all these stories that gives meaning to our experiences and allow us to connect into a paradigm of collective understanding.</p>
<p>I believe that one of my roles as a music creator is to hear the stories that hover all around and give them a voice, which in turn, I hope, helps people to synchronize their own stories as well as to expand perspective. Many of my songs are seeded from myths, fables, fairy tales and archetypes, but such inspiration is only valuable to me in terms of how applicable it is to the hardship and achievements we, as people, face now. I believe that the stories I draw from persist because they allow us to see our own journeys as an arch within them. Because they offer us meaning in our personal struggles, solidarity in our triumphs and give us insight about what it means to be human. Beyond, I believe that the narratives we create to give meaning to our own experiences are what allow us to live beyond the decay of a singular moment and take our place amidst the stars.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022172013-09-03T18:00:00-06:002013-09-04T00:43:21-06:00Forest Temple<p>It has been a privilege to lend my voice to this collaborative project between Danish composer Nicky Bendix and visual artist Tone Aanderaa<br><br> "FOREST TEMPLE" - music installation.<br> Recorded and composed for the international outdoor exhibition Art Sanctuary, opening june 28th in Jodoigne, Belgium. Music to be played inside a small forest temple, decorated with the works of norwegian painter Tone Aanderaa. A place to connect with the Spiritual forces of nature and your own, immortal self.</p>
<p><iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/P9Iqp_Q1iPw" width="420"></iframe></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022162013-09-02T18:00:00-06:002022-05-31T01:43:22-06:00Song for a wayward lover<p>The air is heavy with the weight of infinite worlds colliding; dreamt into being by the hushed minds of a world sleeping. Light dissipates along its pooled edges, dissolving as luminous mist into the hungry night. I search for words in the lingering pulses of a heart bruised but still beating. Search for words amidst the fragmented shards of breath gasped and released, in the still capacity of lungs to puncture my fragile messy parts. I search behind my crumbling tendrils of daymind while sleep coyly wraps itself within my vision and come to rest on a bed bereft of needy vowels and sharp consonants. </p>
<p>I have no words for the way your body crests against mine, carried fitfully on the pulling tides of ecstasy. I have no words for the heat of your chest, nor the way it bleeds against the lonely expanse of my back in crimson engulfing waves; I absorb you as though I were cold blooded and you, the sun. I have not words for the way your breath calls me to stillness in great serpentine loops, nor for the softness of my contentment as you settle within my carnal abundance. What words could there be for the whetting of desire that streaks in liquid fire through every longing souled cell? </p>
<p>No, I am too tired for words tonight. So I shall sleep, and create such worlds for us that waking shall only be beginnings of a dream. <br style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium;"></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022152013-08-05T18:00:00-06:002013-08-06T04:41:12-06:00Fences<p>They say good fences make good neighbors, but if the fence is the dividing line between stories, between perspectives, between the space we could inhabit together but instead command separately apart and alone, how do they make for good relationships? I don’t want to so tightly hold onto my space, my rigid remembrances, squeezed beliefs that make for neat lonely cages. I want messy, yours and mine, I want our lives to bleed together and find truth somewhere in the glorious creation of purple from my blue notes and your red proclamations. I want harmonies, even dissonant if it means that this song called life will engulf me, use me, tangle me sweet vibrating into your disheveled embrace. I don’t need my truth, or yours. I don’t need to be good or right. I want the watercolor chaos of our lives, our eyes, our sight, our irregular frames colliding together. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022142013-07-13T18:00:00-06:002013-07-13T19:07:56-06:00Change<p>It is late, my laptop says 1:50 am, but that is slightly misrepresented as I am in BC and there is an extra hour to content with. Still, the night has long since entered my room, and I can feel the weight of a world sleeping, like a heavy blanket dampening the air. A second wind comes upon me, and I am restless in my wanderlust desires. In my need to connect, to find meaningful discourse within the forums of my mind. I write as though I am discovering language again, after months of parched expectancy. Tonight, there is a lushness to my fingers as they break through the rusted stagnancy that has held me captive in the months since my separation. </p>
<p>Divorce and all its trappings and vestments is fundamentally exhausting. Certainly not the cliched fodder for creative discovery that is promised by disillusioned artists everywhere. Slowly I am coming back from the serrated edge of constant tears and finding my way into beauty again. Into the immediacy of words pressing against the soft clay of my mind. It is as though I have come home after being displaced for far too long. </p>
<p>I have bought a house. It's small, it needs work, but it is mine. I take possession of it this week, a fact that feels so surreal, I can barely hold it as a consistent thought. I sat in car after receiving the call that my offer was accepted and wept. Tears of pure gratitude for a world that still held space for me. </p>
<p>For now though, I sit in the dark with my earphones, not creating, but refueling through the notes of others, through the soft harmonies insular and perfect in my headphones. There will be time to write when I settle again in my new house. Time again when my heart is patched enough to make sense of it all. For now I listen to the dark and marvel at the small wonders of the world. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022132013-06-18T18:00:00-06:002020-09-18T23:51:29-06:00Away<p>In the land of the dying sun<br> The girl, she stands<br> On the plains of her bloodless heart<br> She has come undone<br> The tattered sum<br> Of this star-dust love<br><br> Let away be thy name<br> Cross the sea, carried<br> By the hungry waves<br> Of disparity<br> Away<br> You are so far away<br><br> The songs have all been sung<br> Every sad note wrung<br> From her storm-cast eyes<br> She pulls the ship-wrecked tides<br> With the siren sighs<br> Of what's left behind<br><br> Let away be thy name<br> Cross the sea, carried<br> By the lonesome waves<br> Of disparity<br> Away<br> You've stayed so far away<br><br> Oh so far away<br> On these yesterdays<br> She casts her washed up spells<br> To lay, oh so far away<br><br> Let away by thy name<br> Cross the sea, carried<br> By the lonesome waves<br> Of disparity<br> Away<br> You are so far away<br><br> She calls the guarded deep<br> For the air can't hear<br> The weight of the words she keeps<br> She holds the leying lines<br> Of dissolving time<br> Til they find again<br><br> Til away's her name</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022122013-05-04T18:00:00-06:002013-05-05T10:51:07-06:00Astreaux World<script id="prx-p96293-embed" src="http://www.prx.org/p/96293/embed.js?size=full"></script>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022112013-04-26T18:00:00-06:002013-04-27T06:45:30-06:00Kintsukuroi<p>You say you are oddly broken, as though your symmetry had become offset, beauty marred by the cracked lines of a mirror. There is too much placidity in the unmarked surface of a fluid soul; too much that sleeps, never to stir from the deep. It is the fissured lines that call forth streaking patterns of definition; that mesmerize and dazzle with dancing songs of light. We are each a unique melody, tones spun around the subtle rhythms of hearts beating, breath singing. A single note held unending and unchanging is less a song, than a piercing monotony that becomes less and less interesting as it assaults the surrounding soulscapes. There is beauty in the subtle tensions of discordancy, in the play of unexpected line and contoured shadow. You speak of broken as though your pieces no longer fit together. I see something else. I see potential, gold streaking through the rigidity of ordinary. I see a vessel transformed from mundane base into the preciousness of perfectly unique living art. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022102013-04-10T18:00:00-06:002013-04-11T13:27:32-06:00The nothing that is something<p>I sit in all the quietudes of a day that offered me small pristine perfections. The snow is a morphing weave that herringbones the sky and spring is nothing more than the white of pussy willows against a down filled horizon. I love days like this, that float upon the whims of a tempestuous sky; that are defined less by our constant desire to call time to heel, and more by an unrelenting sense of falling, of relinquishing to letting the world turn me for a change. </p>
<p>On my lunch break today I did nothing. Which was rather something. Rather than check email, respond to queries and busy myself with the art of becoming, instead I was. I let myself be good enough, be content with the infinity of the moment. Arvo Part's "Spiegel em Spiegel" was playing on the radio, I had a cup of perfectly steeped green tea, smiling with the coy tinges of honey, and I stood still and watched the snow fall on trees, on the fallow ground. That is how I feel these days, fallow. Resting cognisant before the inevitable cycle of growth and creation. </p>
<p>We are so busy becoming, we forget that we already are. We are so busy pursuing the kite tails of the next success, it's easy to forget that expansion is always a result of subtle periods of inert settling. Today I was fallow. I didn't write music, I didn't practice, I didn't pursue gigs. When I played, it was only because the feeling of the soft air around me shyly requested a companion. I played the sound of silence, the feeling of fat snowflakes lazily spiraling towards their heaping demise. I played the sorrows that stream from my wrung out heart. I was. Simple and pure. </p>
<p>I am slowly amassing some beautiful reviews for "Scorpion Moon". They can all be found in the reviews section of the website, but I am putting some of my favorite quotes below...</p>
<p><em>"...Sora’s music is well worth checking out. It is always a pleasure to find a new, exciting, worthy musical talent out there...sort of a dream come true." -</em><em> HarmonyCentral</em></p>
<p><em>"Over and over, in each song Sora displays an unparalleled talent for storytelling" - </em>Ponoka News</p>
<p><em>"Highly recommended, especially for connoisseurs of unique and original musical treasures" </em>- Midwest Book Review</p>
<p><em>"A beautiful mesmeric album created from ancient and modern influences woven into a unique musical tapestry which reaches deep within to times before memory and perhaps times still yet unknown." </em> - BlueWolf Reviews</p>
<p><em>"Don't approach this CD carelessly, don't take the spacily Byzantine beauty for only that, or you'll miss a lot." </em> - Folk & Acoustic Music Exchange</p>
<p>Thank-you to all who are listening and writing such beautiful words about my album. xx</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022092013-03-12T18:00:00-06:002013-03-13T12:22:27-06:00Video Blog: Hero<p>Heroes. Villains. White. Black. Somehow I live more comfortably in the shades of grey between</p>
<p><iframe frameborder="0" height="480" src="https://www.facebook.com/video/embed?video_id=10152641188815304" width="640"></iframe></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022082013-03-02T17:00:00-07:002013-03-03T12:30:10-07:00Lyrics: Ghostlines<p>These ghostlines leading nowhere<br> To the static in my head<br> Ghostlines, a fading heat sign<br> To a heart bled away<br> Oh I tried to become someone<br> Who didn't need to cry<br> Now I'm drowning in these unseen tears<br> Shed by ghosts beneath my eyes<br><br> I'm living in this ghost town<br> Of stories long since past<br> Littered in this ghost town<br> By an end that moved on<br> Oh I tried to become your possession<br> Carried past goodbyes<br> Still I'm haunted by the unsaid words<br> Sung extinct before their time<br> <br> All this phantom time<br> Shadows of desire<br> Languishing lines<br> That light leaves behind<br> Am I your phantom limb<br> Left behind?<br> <br> Remembrance is a specter <br> Abundance fossilized<br> The vigil my desert body keeps<br> For the memory of your sea<br> Oh I tried to release my ravished needs<br> From the bondage of desire<br> Still I'm starving for your shaded kiss<br> Left parched upon my lips<br> <br> All this phantom time<br> Shadows of desire<br> Languishing lines<br> That light leaves behind<br> You're my phantom limb<br> Left behind<br> <br> Left behind<br> All my love left treading numb<br> Left to search<br> My invisible face<br> In your mirror<br> Oh I'm here<br> I'm still here<br> I'm still here<br><br> Call me from these shrouded years<br> Name the ghost you've denied<br> The ghost you've denied<br> The ghost I've become<br> All this phantom time<br> Shadows of desire<br> Languishing lines<br> That light leaves behind<br> A phantom limb<br> Left behind<br><br> These ghostlines leading nowhere....</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022072013-02-27T17:00:00-07:002013-02-28T05:02:12-07:00Moons and Scorpions<p>The sun was a perfect yolk in a deadpan sky this morning, as though offering nothing but itself to the machinations of day. No triumphal pomp of fanfare clouds, nor the confetti of sprinkled light, just the solidarity of what is routine, and what is extraordinary. There was clarity to be found in the simplicity of it all and I turn with fresh face, ready to transition between all the cycling processes that encase me these days. </p>
<p>The only constant for me these days is change. Each day requires me to strip off of the cocoon of the day before, to become something new, over and over again. I have lost, in the last 5 months, relationships that were preciously nourishing to me. More than two, but two in particular. It has been devastating. At times I feel as though I am winter itself, held frozen by the whims of time. Held frozen but required to morph into the dictates of a world changed around me. Yes, change is my companion these days. </p>
<p>Tonight, I am taking in the moment. Standing still for a second to revel in the celebration of my newest album, <em>Scorpion Moon. </em>Rather than hog all the limelight myself, I decided to have, what for me is a true celebration, and invited some of my favorite collaborative artists to join me in a world musical extravaganza. Yes extravaganza! The concert features performances by myself, singer/songwriter <a href="http://www.vanessacardui.ca/" target="_blank">Vanessa Cardui</a><em>, </em>jazz/fusion violinist Karen Sim, world percussionist Trudy Hipwell, guitarist Aaron Young and spoken word artist <a href="http://digitaldingle.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Erin Dingle</a>. Erin, in addition to adding her witty poems to this night, is going to hula hoop to the drum solos! How fun is that? </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395169/8c1012fdc9745a362b06238a89953db64ec04d5b/original/poster-cdrelease2.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjAweDIwMCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" height="200" style=" margin-left: 3px; margin-right: 3px;" width="200" /><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Scorpion Moon Release Concert<br>National Music Center (134 11th Ave SE)<br>February 28th, 8 pm<br> Tickets<br></span></strong> <a href="http://www.soramusic.ca/gig" target="_blank">$20 at door | 1 ticket + CD $35 in advance | 2 tickets + CD $45 in advance</a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021902013-02-18T17:00:00-07:002013-02-19T00:02:25-07:00musings on a grey morning<p>i draw open the curtains to be softly assimilated by light that is not of morning but that rather speaks of transcendent veils of mystery. Veils of light, veils of impermanent place, veils of time and memory which form mysteries that cannot be solved with consuming thoughts, but that rather settle on the skin like so much stardust, invisible, but no less potent. It is that kind of morning, where I look out and see layers of grey filters upon a landscape of white, and it is as if the world is stripping itself of the illusion of colour.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021892013-02-13T17:00:00-07:002023-12-10T12:08:12-07:00Hold: A video blog<p>Loving someone when they are happy is easy, it's standing in the darkness that is the true test of love's reach. Happy Valentine's day my lovelies. I hope you each have someone, not necessarily romantic, but someone who will stand with you in the dark. <iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QUxpSqKby2Y?list=UUn8JHxk28Us5YgfWH3FHlzA" width="560"></iframe></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021882013-02-03T17:00:00-07:002013-02-04T10:10:02-07:00Podcast happiness<p>Thank-you so much to Paul Harrop for playing my music on his podcasts, <a href="http://www.blubrry.com/mysteriesabound/1669905/episode-68-10-strange-ways-of-measuring-stuff/" target="_blank">Mysteries Abound</a> (episode 68) and <a href="http://www.blubrry.com/originz/1664845/episode-140-the-forgotten-fire/" target="_blank">Originz</a> (episode 140).</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021872013-02-03T17:00:00-07:002013-02-04T10:06:27-07:00Hiraeth Home Spun Video<p>Hiraeth, a Welsh word, has no true English equivalent. Perhaps the closest is homesickness or nostalgia. There is a saying "you can never go home" and I think perhaps that is a good approximation of Hiraeth. Home can be a memory, half buried within the landscape of the mind, a fragment of time just beyond that horizon; surely around the next infinite bend. Childhood is a place we can never go back to, it has formed the bones of who we are now, but is fundamentally inaccessible, except in brief lucid snapshots. Perhaps Hiraeth is like trying to find the lost pathways back to each soul changing moment.</p>
<p>These are some of my childhood memories, though to be fair, I don't actually remember each of these moments. Still, they are carried within me somewhere and as I made this video I could almost taste that childhood sun again, could almost remember the feeling of my yellow jacket on cold arms. Almost. This is Hiraeth.</p>
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<p><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;">Creation is an act of continual death and rebirth. Songwriters are quick to talk about the spark, that effervescent moment of inspiration but I think we are sometimes negligent in our recognition of the importance of dissolution and decay within the processes of art. The idea, that’s the easy part, and though ideas often feel as though they alight upon us unexpectedly and precocial, the truth is, ideas are a proverbial phoenix rising from the burnt out ashes of all our little deaths.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 22px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Energy always has to come from somewhere; it transforms from one medium into another, an infinite spiral unfurling. Words and notes are energy, so every time a new lilt of phrase, a fresh melody opens wet wings, it came from the pyre of all the words, all the echoing notes played before. Your words, my words, your notes, my notes, thousands of years of gestating substance, all waiting to be sifted through and germinated anew.</p>
<p style="line-height: 22px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Sounds grand doesn’t it? On a personal level, this plays out every day in every conscious act of creation. I have thought about this a lot over the last four months as I recorded and released my fourth CD, <em>Scorpion Moon</em>. At every stage of this journey, I have had to let things go in order to clear a pathway for the possibility of growth. Something as simple as finalizing an arrangement is a type of death; the tying of ideas into static form, corralling them, severing all the branching edges to create something concrete to share with the world. There are many little deaths and I think it’s important to acknowledge that within the tremendous gain that comes from manifesting a project into reality that inherent within that process is also loss; more eminently this loss is as important to our development as artists as the gain. I know I discard as much as I keep, perhaps more, while I condense thought and meaning into a singular form that gathers momentum beyond the edges of my influence. And far from seeing these exiled notes and words as orphans, lost to the world, I see them as the bones forming beneath the surface of every song to come.</p>
<p style="line-height: 22px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">As if to drive this point home, as I ushered into being this long awaited and immensely satisfying piece of art, many aspects of my personal life literally fell to pieces. Far from this being a creative impetuous, in fact it has often felt the opposite and I am struck by the notion of allowing the forest to burn to the ground before renewal can begin. Sometimes you just have to let things burn.</p>
<p style="line-height: 22px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Through it all, I am reminded over and over that this is what growth feels like, the sudden shifting of an axis, the painful extension of self. My dad wrote me an email in the midst of the spiraling chaos of mixes, graphics and dissolving certitudes. His words, “<em>The longer I live, the less I seem to know with certainty. An exception is this. I know that when life presents you with pain and difficulty, the universe is asking you to grow”.</em> If I may extend this outwards, pain within the process of art is a harbinger for creative evolution only if we allow ourselves to truly experience the passage fully, every little birth, every little death. True art requires a commitment to destruction as much as to creation. We have to be willing to deconstruct ourselves and our art over and over for there to be the possibility of rebirth. Remember, on the other side of those smouldering ruins of beliefs – of perspectives – of spectacular failure is a glorious phoenix just waiting to be reborn.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021852013-01-21T17:00:00-07:002013-01-22T09:01:37-07:00Piper: A video Blog<p>It is a cold and dreary January day. The kind where the sun seems to simply slide across the horizon, not even making the effort to properly rise or dress itself in glorious rays. The winter blahs could so easily take me, so rather than give into a day in my pjs I instead am sending out a video blog to the world. </p>
<p>Here's my question to you: who is YOUR piper?</p>
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<p>The last few months have been a time of great transition for me, with loss and rebirth all tumbled into a soft sort of falling. My CD is almost done, it seems to be the light I hold as a beacon, the only motion forward I can find. So I sit in the darkness and imagine this creative birth, hoping it will lead me to new strands of thoughts, to new experiences, to new songs singing in the quiet spaces between my cells. </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022032012-11-05T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:14:20-07:00Stealing Light<p>The moon steals light from the sun and offers it fragile flaking in weathered white hands. She makes it her own, takes the luminous threads and twists them around the barren precipices of her own weighted gravity. In some ways, we are all stealing light, each ray tumbling through filters of thought and memory to reflect upon the mirrors of our lives. I pluck my morphing words from her downcast eyes today, transmute them through my pale skin and send them off to wend a new future.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020432012-09-29T18:00:00-06:002012-11-01T00:05:56-06:00Winged Tears<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I am sitting in the studio, trying not to cry. The cello is ripping into me, cracking open all those shells holding the fragile heart in its proper place. It is everything I could have hoped for and so much more than I could have imagined. And it is shredding me, in beauty falling everywhere. Doug says to the cellist "there is catharsis in what you are doing". These are notes that don't allow for anything but complete vulnerability, I literally couldn't do anything at some times but be mesmerized, be swept into the depths of emotion. We still have many hours to go, and I will have to come out of this space to be able to sing what I need to sing today, but for now I sit and have a moment of reflection in this space that the cello creates, in the thoughts that settle like a fluttering in my winged tears.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020412012-09-26T18:00:00-06:002021-06-21T10:14:56-06:00The Making of an Album<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's a warm Toronto day, with that languid air that seems to only happen in humid places. The sun burns a hole through the blue tissue paper sky and the trees quiver in anticipation of the inevitable fall. I am told the maples are changing further north, but that it will be weeks before the colour spreads southwards. It seems the city holds it breath waiting. The studio though is isolated from all thoughts of sun and sky, the space quiet and thoughtful. It truly is a world outside of the world. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Today is the bones. The skeletal forming of the songs in percussion. Ray Dillard is in the studio, an evocative and sensitive player, who adds so much more than just rhythm to the tracks. There are instruments I have never even heard of that will form the shaded light of my new album. It is daunting in some ways, and exciting in every way. The songs are still finding their pathways and I watch awed as the notes, the words become their meaning through the addition of each new track. Right now the swelling timbre of cymbals is as the crashing of waves in my Mermaid Song. ~smile~ It is a good day. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Soon I will be singing, my turn to stand before the mic and let the vocals become. Hopefully they will flow liquid from my throat, though I feel dry right now, nervously awaiting. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I love this, I love this process, the fluid organism of recording, the way everything melts into a delicious whole, the dense soft air of the studio, the insular vulnerable space that cradles my songs into their evolution.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020392012-09-24T18:00:00-06:002012-11-01T00:03:52-06:00Gratitude<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">It is a perfect autumn day in Calgary, the heat is just a visitor upon day's shore and will retreat with the sun as night lifts from the ground. The air is hazed, perhaps with wandering smoke from fire still holding other lands hostage. It is an autumn salient, falling in every second. In such ways it seems surreal to be sitting in an airport, awaiting my flight to Toronto, with a small amount of disbelief. I have been working for 3 years to be at this point, right here, right now. Three years to be standing here with butterfly heart fluttering against my tingling skin, threads of songs running endlessly through my mind. You never know what the universe will bring, if there will be enough to record anew. Enough money, enough opportunity, enough creativity, enough support. So it is with great gratitude I approach this new recording. I sit in a perfect autumn, feeling nothing but appreciation for everyone who has contributed to this possibility.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020372012-09-04T18:00:00-06:002012-11-01T00:02:23-06:00Drown with Time<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">End of day comes, a shifting of light in the charcoal bowl of the sky. The world feels watery today, filled with secret caverns, hidden treasures and forgotten longings, all beneath this seamless fabric of air, undulating as surely as though it were liquid. Perhaps it is the rain hovering on the angel tipped clouds or perhaps it is that I have been working on, what I affectionately call, my water suite. It is part of an art installation called Naiad, opening at ArtPoint in Calgary, in October. It is a collaboration between myself,</span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://libalabikart.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Liba Labek</span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"> </span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(painter) and </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.adoptanartist.ca/Artists/Pam-Sims-Dalsin/11075385_QRt7Nn#!i=775426306&k=vj7YV" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Pam Dalsin</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(sculptor). The focus...of course...is water ~smile~. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My contribution is to be a fluid piece of music, about 15 minutes long that will play in the background of the exhibit, which has been unusual to write for me. I had a few structured thoughts and rather than write them all out rigidly, I loosely threw some chords in my journal as well as some lyric seeds and then have written as I record, very fluidly, letting each little section wash over me to become what it wants to be. Normally I agonize over lyrics, sometimes taking DAYS to find the perfect word to encapsulate the feelings and images that are pouring out of me. In this case I put my journal on my music stand and have just written as I go, which seems perfect to express the flexing nature of water, but also has really given my brain a workout ~laugh~. I have been pulling from ever watery narrative I have ever read from myths to grail lore to the history of sacred springs. My mind traces over the water rune, Laguz and delves into the reedy beginnings of the Lady of the Lake. My body remembers the feeling of dappled light as it filters in tiny ribbons through the sinuous surface of the water, and my ears hear the rushing of silence that only barely masks this steady pulse within. I write as though I am remembering what already was, and as such, each moments spent within this suite is as meditation. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The suite isn't finished...yet. The fabulously talented </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://facebook.com/digitaldingle" target="_blank">Erin Dingle</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> is adding some spoken word next week, and I have other musical threads to weave into it all. And though what I have recorded thus far, has been done in my living room there is something fitting about the organic nature of my process this time. It feels...well...watery ~laugh~. And though it's not done, I thought I would share a tiny snippet...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><iframe frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F58852926&auto_play=false&show_artwork=true&color=ff7700" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" width="100%"></iframe></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The lyrics...thus far...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">From the depth I rose</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Silted eyes shut</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hands spread from trouting lines</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your words a murmur</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Calling me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My heart sung into beating</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A chalice formed </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">From your breath</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">From your worship</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I awaken</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Shards of light </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Blooming in my eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am waken</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am open</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Ancient seas feed your tears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All that was ever is</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am the drops</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The endless ocean within you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And I’m calling to you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It’s the sound of silence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of desire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Don’t you want to drown with time?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Don’t you want to rise from the deep?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Seasons turn</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Even kings return</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To the yielding sea</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the stillness between ebb and flow </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the shadow of the moon’s tears </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On the shoreline of your solitude </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the swells beyond this world </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(Ancient seas feed yours tears, all that was ever is)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(I am the drops of your ocean)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(Rivers run endlessly, life to life blood singing)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(Of every heart it's passed through)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I wove your spilled dreams</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Threaded them through </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The folds of these years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I foretold all of the futures</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In your soul</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Held the cloth of your song</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Taut through your restless cries</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Healed the scars beneath </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your scarab eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the falling of your mystery</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the breath before the morn</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the darkness of your hidden fears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the pulse that carries on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My voice woven of longing reeds</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My eyes tumbling truths endlessly</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My heart, the pounding surf of time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My breath, umbilical to the mirrored </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Caverns of rebirth</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And I'm calling to you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's the sound of silence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of desire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Don't you want to drown with time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Don't you want to rise from the deep</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Seasons turn</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Even kings return to the yearning sea</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020352012-08-27T18:00:00-06:002012-11-01T00:00:27-06:00Painted Song<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">August seems to have melted away, midst the puddling heat. I just came home from a vacation and I feel rushed. for I am not quite prepared to leave August behind. I keep looking for the lost days, as though I had simply misplaced them and will any moment come upon them again, to fill them with sounds and songs, with musings and photos, with all the little bundles of knotted thread I call my life. I came home to a flurry of activity, to emails and waiting phone calls, and now I am looking towards my next concert, only a week a bit away! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The concert is called Painted Song. Isn't that a wonderful name for a concert? I can say that because I didn't come up with it ~laugh~. The concert is being put on by the City of Calgary and promises to be a peaceful and beautiful night in one of Calgary's secret park treasures, Ralph Klein Park.</span> </span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am thrilled to be accompanied by Jan Pearce on harp and Trudy Hipwell on percussion and as an added treat, an organic and vivacious painter, </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.burstandbloom.ca/" target="_blank">Jacqulynn Mulyck </a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">will be painting an original creation while I sing. How amazing is that? </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The event is free, hosted by the City of Calgary Parks and includes pond-dipping, nature walks, children’s art activities and games, and of course and outdoor concert by moi! What is not to love? ~smile~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It comes quickly next week and though I feel pressed for time, this is like a gentle leaf floating wistfully to the ground midst a storm of activity, I feel nothing but pleasure warming my woefully unused vacation voice on the songs I plan to sing in my sets. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh September you are my favorite of all months...</span></span></span></span></p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022042012-08-13T18:00:00-06:002013-02-25T12:15:23-07:00Dissolving into motion<p>The day runs out in rivulets towards the endless dark seas of a world turning. We are so used to movement, to our perpetual motion, that I wonder what a jolt it would be if the world stopped. If all became static, and the leaves tumbled, drowning, into the darkness, or crumbled, scorched arthritic by an immortal sun. I wonder if the halt would jar us all forward, each stumbling into another place, falling towards a hard thin horizon. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself moving through space, though my limbs are quiet in the burgeoning twilight. I imagine the curve of light as it wraps loving golden, coyly dancing with its gravity lover. I imagine standing on the apex of it all and watching time accelerate before and after this one still point that releases me, dissolving into motion.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020322012-08-09T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T23:59:09-06:00Underwater Goodness<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I am in Edmonton waiting for tomorrow's underwater photo shoot...for which I am unbelievably excited! I am also slightly terrified ~laugh~, for there seems to be a lot of unknowns and I have never truly been a model of any sort. Plus I can hold my breath underwater for a pathetically small amount of time, especially when compared to my friends. I had thought the lung capacity of singer would serve me well in this arena....but no, ~laugh~, sadly no. Sometimes it feels delicious though to be held in the space of the unknown, to be uncertain but still proceeding ahead. The path of the artist is never to give in to fear ~smile~ This week, the album has started to take form, from the song selection to this underwater photo shoot and I am feeling the themes emerging from the depths. EEE! Rather than give away everything at once...I think I will talk about the song selections as I go along...including some video blogs, which I will start this month. There is so much to look forward to, I am not sure I will be able to sleep tonight...</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020302012-08-02T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T09:45:05-07:00After Dark Radio<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very excited to be on After Dark Radio tonight in a live interview, playing some of my music and a song from my upcoming album... </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://http//www.blogtalkradio.com/afterdark/2012/08/04/strange-news-music-hour-with-star-guest-sora">http://www.blogtalkradio.com/afterdark/2012/08/04/strange-news-music-hour-with-star-guest-sora</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> 10:00 EST...</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022052012-08-01T18:00:00-06:002013-02-25T12:16:55-07:00Real<p>I woke this morning, unsure of where I was, or even who as my brain shuffled buoyant images, reorganizing, filtering through dream and memory to make decisions about what was real. This has happened to me before. Once I spent an entire morning extended in the stasis of the imaginary only to suddenly realize that the worrying thoughts that were circling my mind had at their core a myth, a dream. The self is a fragile thing, held by tenuous woven threads of memory and truth. Yet, memory is very rarely truth, and truth is dependent upon laws of placed time. It presupposes substance, the verity of other. In that brief moment, when I flickered between two possible realities, I could see two screens behind which lay two complete lives, choices not yet made, bound solely by sparking neurons. I marvel at how I ended up here, in this life, in this consciousness when I could just have easily awoken in another.</p>
<p>I wonder how absolute the frame of existence truly is. Perhaps it is more a matrix of opening circles, and somewhere I woke with other eyes seeing a deja vue room, the edges of me here fading, the fancy of a night's reverie falling out of time.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022062012-07-27T18:00:00-06:002013-02-25T12:18:31-07:00He Starved to Death<p>He had to starve to death. Because we will acknowledge that death is to happen, but we lack the conviction of its finality. Is it hope or cowardice to see an end, but be unwilling to hasten to it? We play semantic games such that the ugliness of culpability doesn't stain our fingers, such that we never have to dirty our hands with the acrid soil of death. The difference between allowing someone to die, and helping them to, is a small measure of courage. All our talk about wills of gods is a smoke screen to hide the banging fear in our hearts. Such talk never accompanies miracles of life, never accompanies the surgeon cutting out the delicate black ropes of cancer from a child's trembling body. It never accompanies the needles that shield us from the ravages of disease. Only in death is God's true hand allowed to be seen, it's cruel talons ripping, only enough to allow pain to nestle tightly against time.</p>
<p>The final moments looped in a haze of our idea of comfort, an end mired in the nebulous numb of drugs. Is it comfortable to release your last breath unaware, to forgo lucidity for extra minutes, extra days in which time floats by like refuse on a river? Is it comfortable to forget your own song, the verses of your life nothing but tricks of shadow, images just beyond thought? Is it comfortable to creep through the gates of the beyond on the dissolved remnants of who you once were?</p>
<p>For all our humanity, we cruelly torture the last moments of life, and let the scorching remains of what could be reflection, die mercilessly.</p>
<p>He had to starve to death.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020242012-07-25T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:30:31-06:00Tour Date: Vancouver<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Vancouver has always seemed to be a laid back city to me. The way the mist lazily clings to the mountains on cool days, even the way the sun comes out on hot ones, sauntering slowly over the horizon, light brimming from all the edges. I have always liked Vancouver, the lush green of trees perpetually with leaf, the way it sits companionably on the ocean as though the two were best friends, comfortable with all the idiosyncracities of each other. The heat of the day is softly finding it's way around me, a greeting on my skin and I feel so pleased to be here. Tonight I will be singing on a floating house. Not a houseboat, there is no boat in the equation, it is a floating house on the banks of the river pouring out to the sea. How fun is that? I am immensely excited to be singing there and can't wait to step onto a structure that moves with the whims of water. It seems a perfect place to sing, and I look forward to feeling the small movements beneath me as the waves of air form themselves into worded notes. There are still tickets available. Tickets are $15. To purchase tickets please click on link </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=JC7V6FMUKFLBW"><span style="color: #800000;">https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=JC7V6FMUKFLBW </span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is a softness to the time just before a concert, a loose anticipation that hovers on the edges of thought, and I feel relaxed and peaceful while the minutes tick by without needing to be filled endlessly with action and doing. BC is truly beautiful, with scenery that seems almost impossible, there is so much beauty teeming within it.</span> </span></span></span></p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020262012-07-10T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:32:00-06:00On Water<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I am tasked with writing a water suite of sorts, for an art installation called "Naiad". The majority of the work must be done in the next few weeks even though the opening isn't until October. My process though always requires that I come into the songs organically, through thoughts around meaning, around conjuncture, through some unique perspective. The music has been on my mind, half formed ideas, that move, fluid and wanting within me. I hear little droplets but have not yet come into the fullness of it. It would have been more apt to be writing this when the storms were flinging water at my windows, offering it up to me in rivers of sky streams. Instead I sit within the heat cracked day, already warm when it isn't even 7:00 am. I try to conjure in my mind the ghosts of water in the land, held to shape and form within bark and leaf, within each dry stalk of grass. The world is mostly water, not just the vast oceans and veins of water beneath the ground, as priceless as liquid gold. Even our bodies are barely held water, corralled into a type of stasis by the edgings of flesh. So maybe when I look out my window and see nothing but the land, what I am seeing rather is water hidden in structure, and I wish I could touch each static cast, break the meniscus of being and transmute all to it's watery truth. I like the thought of water rippling beneath the shimmering heat of the day. So I contemplate water. The endless cycles of falling and acceptance, the pooling collection that rushes ceaselessly in river shed, and sighs in tidal breath. I contemplate the eternity of it, a circle forever closing upon itself. There is comfort in knowing that the tears I cry were once an ancient sea, were once the cradle of life. I wonder at how connected we truly are, the droplets in me having passed through your lips, intimate within you, how your tears might now be mine, such that all our sorrows and joys are one, vibrating within the deeply conscious being called water.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020282012-07-04T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:34:13-06:00Shapes of Wind<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The wind is filling my senses today, singing along the cracked edges of the windows, calling the ocean in the leaves, tidal upon the shimmering grasses. Summer arrives on a broken chariot of light and though I am glad for the easy warmth, I find myself often languid and limp in the heat. It is only when the wind trails it's cool fingers upon my skin that I feel myself restless, ready to move...to create...to become. It seems a good day to find exaltation in the shapes the wind makes upon the land.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It also seems a good day to finally overcome the anxiety that has been building of late and get myself into the water to start practicing for my underwater photo shoot with the spectacular </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.reneerobynphoto.500px.com/about"><span style="color: #800000;">Renee Robyn</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. I am terribly excited about the shoot, and have also been slightly terrified, wondering if this is something I can actually pull off ~laugh~. So I headed to the rec center today and just practiced holding my breath underwater. It has been bizarre to me, this anxiety, as I am normally a water person. I can feel the ocean in my veins and swimming has always been my strongest sport. In fact, it is the only sport I have ever truly enjoyed. There is a sighing relaxation the comes over me as I step into water, to the sound of it in my ears, to the feeling of my body lifted and fluid within. Today was no different, I release into the water as though I am dissolving and feel a peace settle on the all the restless corners of my mind. Underwater was fine, and I now feel more confident..yes, this is going to be amazing, and what is there NOT to like? I am not sure what was stopping me up before, maybe just the notion of looking at picture after picture of me making a "oh my god there is water up my nose" face ~laugh~. Happily I can report that whatever water WAS up my nose was of no consequence. Non-doofas faces here I come! So, I can just let all those self-defeating thoughts tumble right out of me and get on with the UNDERWATER PHOTO SHOOT! EEEE! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My first tour of BC starts in a couple of weeks, which I have been working towards. Catherine Gell was going to be joining me, but due to contractual conflicts, she can no longer be my partner in crime. So it will be me solo, for which I am excited (but dreading the long drives by myself...why oh why is Canada SO big?)</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But check out the stunning poster </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.wirlgirl.ca/"><span style="color: #800000;">Adrea Wirl </span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">made for me! I love it! (so much so I might need to use this design again)</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Speaking of the lovely Ms Wirl, she is going to be designing a small book of my poetry and musings. How fun is that? I am over the moon excited. I am hoping it will be available when my new album is out in January. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Back to the tour...~laugh~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The dates are as follows:</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><strong style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Kaslo</strong><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">July 24th, 8 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Bluebelle Bistro </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">flexible ticket via donation jar</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><strong style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Vancouver </strong><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">July 26, 7pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">House concert (address to be released after tickets are purchased) </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=JC7V6FMUKFLBW"><span style="color: #800000;">Tickets $15</span></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=JC7V6FMUKFLBW</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><strong style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Birch Island</strong><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">July 29, 2 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Serenity Performing Arts Center</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">flexible ticket via donation jar</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></span></span></span></p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020182012-06-18T18:00:00-06:002021-06-21T10:15:45-06:00Summer is books, is dreaming, is a new album!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">June is already halfway over and I am still settling into it. The rain breaks the days into pockets of cool and warm such that I am constantly putting on and taking off my sweater. I like the fluidity of it all, the way it is the feeling of each moment that reigns rather than complacently moving through the constant of predictability. Often I find myself caught in the clouds, in morphing shapes and undulating thoughts. How easy it is to be moved, as a leaf on a stream, called by currents of veining imagination. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It has seemed as though my words have been sparse, though perhaps rather they are just as plentiful, but turned inwards, sewed into the seams of my quietude. Writing a blog is so insular, it is freeing, because my audience is blurred, out of focus and beyond. I am writing because I am compelled to write. By the same process it is solitary, the readers outside of my vision, unheard as I release my held words into an echoing and sometimes muted space. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">With summer rushing quickly along the piqued turning of the earth, I eagerly look forward to reading. It is a leftover from childhood, an intense bursting desire to do nothing but read as the heat shimmers on the land. Every summer my brothers and I would take out hundreds of books from the library and live in them. To me, summer is not summer without books. In some ways, words to me are air, I devour them hungrily and without remorse, I desire them with every cell of my being, and am beholden to their wonder. Some books transport me such that I literally cannot put them down and will just read for hours, days straight. They will consume me, use me up and I cannot get enough of it. And when such books come to their inevitable end, I mourn them. I grieve that they are over, that I must pull myself from their world, unpeel myself from their fleshy walls. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">This is random snapshot of my coffee table from just a moment ago and almost perfectly encapsulates my life, my musings, my process. The stacks of books, some of them read, some half read, some waiting to be read, the concert poster, a journal with random snippets of lyrics, phone numbers, venue information and musings. ~smile~ </span></span></span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xt3fST4N-mw/T-DIun5WF_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/jonlfgJ05os/s1600/DSC_0002%255B1%255D.JPG"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xt3fST4N-mw/T-DIun5WF_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/jonlfgJ05os/s320/DSC_0002%255B1%255D.JPG" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="214" width="320" /></span></span></span></a><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I have been doing a few updates on my website, adding some pictures to the "Inspiration" subheading of the Photos section as well as adding a few pictures from my most recent concert "Twisted Fables & Woven World". I would love for you to check them out! I added one of them below ~smile~ This one was taken by the keen eye of Keven Fedirko. He always seems to be able to capture someone's personality so well, the truth behind the mask. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span></span></span></p>
<div class="separator" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="text-decoration: none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udKPxHIruQU/T-DEY_C9vuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AcUCKB8SwdY/s1600/twisted5.jpg"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udKPxHIruQU/T-DEY_C9vuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AcUCKB8SwdY/s320/twisted5.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="320" width="213" /></span></span></span></a></div>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Finally I have to pull myself out of this reverie to exclaim to the world that I am recording a new album! A NEW ALBUM! Hallelujah! I am so very excited about it and am dying to get started on song picking. It feels like I have just opened up a room for this album and it is being flooded already with beautiful ideas. I will keep posting about it as I have news to tell, but for now...a new album! EEEE! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am contemplating a globally internety broadcasted showcase concert of the album when it is completed. The equivalent of an international CD release party. I will need some people to help me with this, in a number of different locations and if would love to hear your input....</span></span></span></span></p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020222012-06-01T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:29:04-06:00Moon's Reverie<p> </p>
<div style="text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The moon blooms, unfurling in the night sky as though it only now had realized that the clouds already gave way to it's brilliant pride. It is a kind of solitary moon, hung apart in the lightless sky, beholden to no-one in a luminous silence. I will stand in my own reverie and watch, as though witnessing a precious secret unearthing and unearthly and wear upon my cold cheeks the cloaked indifference of night. </span></span></div>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">These days my words fail me, my blog untended, left to it's own porous spaces. There are days I feel I have used up all the words, that my thoughts need to be stripped of their adornments and left to bake into the bones of meaning, in a desert of silence. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There are days I sit with a document open, fingers trembling above the keys, unable to spin these heaps of woolen thoughts into something of value, something that speaks to delicate truth, to formed beauty, to art as meaning. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There are days I stumble on the keys of my piano and wonder if I write the same song again and again, wonder if all the words have been said, if all the notes have been sung, if I become my own rhetoric. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tonight though, the moon is an invitation to empty myself, to let go of these precious expectations that drive and bind. I am as moon, waxing and waning, coming to fruition and decaying into nothing. It is not so much the moment but the cycle. It is not so much finding the words, the notes, the songs within, but rather letting them go.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020202012-06-01T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:27:40-06:00Goodbye Lullaby<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The past is empty</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of promising to be more</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All this battered wanting</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Won’t open sealed doors</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> The grief was silent</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It wasn’t this old bound space</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I was the one outgrown</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pushing wings beyond</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond this place</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> Goodbye lullaby</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All these years are falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gone and left behind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My lucid becoming</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> Goodbye lullaby</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The words are spilled</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Seeping forgone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Calling their bones</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Is just a broken song</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> Today’s my chalice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The grail of what can be </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Goodbye lullaby</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All these years are falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gone and left behind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My lucid becoming</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Goodbye lullaby</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020162012-04-27T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:25:05-06:00So Savage<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The mist held me in rapture this week, clinging to every corner of the day. It has left me feeling dreamy and otherworldly despite having almost every second of my time scheduled, pushed into tight little nodules. Today though, all is light, and there is a sweetness to the warmth, as though in it I could taste petals yet to come. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Catherine and I have been dutifully rehearsing for our upcoming concert "Twisted Fables & Woven Worlds" and this week Catherine arrived with a sly smile on her face saying "I have something for you I think you are going to love". And love it I did, for she pulled out of her purse a DVD that contained an excerpt from the October "Mask and Muse" concert! EEEE! It was all I could do, to refrain from ripping it out of her hands ~laugh~, instead I calmly took it and inserted it as graciously as my happy trembling hands could into my laptop and I am pretty sure I was grinning the entire time. EEE! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very excited to share it with you. The concert was framed around the 9 Muses, and this is the Erato segment. Erato was the muse of passionate sensuality, and is examined in three different ways by Erin, Catherine and myself. The clip opens with Erin Dingle's provocative performance of her spoken word piece "Tease", then moves into one of my songs, "Savage" and finally ends with Catherine's passionate song "Bound".</span><iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cyWhBLTL-PE" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" width="560"></iframe><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I cannot wait for the next concert. If you like what you see here, tickets are still available for the May 25th concert, the second in the Mask and the Muse series. To purchase tickets click </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=YSAA778K5ME2G" target="_blank">here</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><strong style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;">Twisted Fables & Woven Worlds</span></strong><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">May 25: 7 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cardel Theatre 180 Quarry Park Blvd SE</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tickets: $18 in </span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=YSAA778K5ME2G" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">advance</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">/$20 at the door</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020142012-04-16T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:23:26-06:00Light Video<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The Light video! Finally! When I wrote "Light" it was all the words I have desperately wanted to say to all the people I knew who were hurting, to the people who felt lost and broken. So it only seemed appropriate to have a video exploring what other people think the light within them is. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thank-you so very much to everyone who sent me pictures and artwork for "The Light Inside" video. I am so honored to be part of your light.</span></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BKpGc-foWUk" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" width="420"></iframe></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020122012-04-04T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:22:32-06:00Sonoma<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sonoma</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I know you’ve longed </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For your home</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your desert eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">They’ve roamed so far</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond this pain </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That tolls you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So let go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let go and fly</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sonoma</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your pride was as wild</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As the wind </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That carves the sky</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And yes you survived</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To learn the price </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of held fate</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So let go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let go and fly</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">We forgot our place</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Circles close</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Lines disintegrate</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Blood is told</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Seasons fold</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To the shadows</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Life leaves behind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sonoma</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I’ll cry, I’ll crack</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The wanting earth</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">With liquid fire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But know I’ll sing </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The keeping hours</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To closing</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So don’t look back</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And fly.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022022012-04-02T18:00:00-06:002013-02-25T12:13:06-07:00Lines and Circles<p>Some days I think that we have forgotten our ancient pact, the blood owed to the land that has shaped us bones and breath. We stretched and strained against the notion of death and created life as a line rather than a circle. Something that starts and ends, something that can be pulled taut or artificially extended with enough glue gun technologies. Somewhere along the line we forgot that we will be claimed in time, as all things are, that life is only precious because there is death, and that if we defeat death, we only defeat our own meaning, our own purpose. We save with no thought of what price must be paid by the one saved, that as the earth claws to take them, they are held in bondage by pain, and the wrongness of mangled cells. We wipe our hands of death, though it has long sat behind us, waiting to be acknowledged. We forget the vows we made in that first breath taken, that we will give our last breath that new life may come from the dust of our memories and the dissolving of our bodies. We forgot. Sometimes I remember though, and sing through all the hours toward the moment of my closing.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022012012-03-27T18:00:00-06:002013-02-25T12:11:55-07:00Beholden<p>The world is not as it was, and we are no longer beholden to the dusty conventions of the past. There are fast paced thx and the silent acknowledgement of send and receive. Time is a commodity, overbooked we squeeze small words into small spaces, we cram all our 3 dimensions into 2, into the words that don't express the most, but that take up the least amount of time and space; the least amount of energy. Perhaps we are only beholden to time, we are the discarded shells of a people who grew out of the lengthy posturings of the past. We are a people who are not beholden to each other, but to the space between.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020102012-03-27T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T08:20:37-06:00The ides of March<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The ides of March have come and passed, and it is as spring in the West. This morning the fog rolled off the river in great heaving sheets and when I looked towards the city, it hovered above, as though carried on nothing more than clouds. Now the sun has burned away the misted memories of the silent river and the sky is a pale warrior, defending the light against the clouds that ravaged all week. There is a feeling of gratitude as I turn my face to the strengthening warmth, a feeling of being present in the turning of the seasons. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The winter dreams are seeded in notes and words thrown as lyrics that I must now take back into myself, to learn, to memorize, to known so thoroughly it is as knowing my own skin. Such is practicing, finding my way into the music that found it's way out of me. I am focused on this concert series that fuses spoken word and song, it feels so full of possibility. Catherine Gell and I are providing the song and Erin Dingle is performing all the spoken word, and in some ways it feels as if the two very separate mediums, spoken word and music, compliment each other, providing just the right amount difference, just the right amount of symmetry to provide an experience in which the whole is truly greater than the sum of it's parts. The concert is called Twisted Fables & Woven Worlds and as my fingers learn their way into the songs I feel this tinge of excitement spread through me, it is going to be fabulous ~smile~ Tickets are already available and can be purchased </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=YSAA778K5ME2G" target="_blank">here</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. And just to be (hopefully) enticing and perhaps a tiny bit mysterious ~wink~, below is a video from the first song of our last concert in this same series of concerts. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3ax7F0LcAn0" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" width="560"></iframe><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I have a song in my mind, that is fluttering on the edge of being something. I have had the great pleasure and privilege in the last few months to be working very closely and personally with some educational hawks at the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.calgarywildlife.org/" target="_blank">Calgary Wildlife Rehabilitation Center</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. I am left with a questing need to find my way into some of the stories of these inspiring animals, to find my way into a world taken away, and a world given. I am left with an overpowering desire to clothe in song the sometimes hard decisions, to understand the value of quality vrs quantity of life and to give my voice to the struggles of these magnificent creatures. So I write and let my mind wander the wind currents as though I could also fly.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60022002012-03-11T18:00:00-06:002021-05-02T01:18:03-06:00A forest weeping<p>The forest weeps underfoot, a silent rain as though the world were turned upside down and all the easing melancholy that drips from us could be as a bed to lay on. I have oft thought of tears as a cleansing, something to clear the palette of the weary stones of grief and apologetic insensitivities. I walk and remember my solitude as a place to visit, a place to recall the alpha versions of my now.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021992012-03-05T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:10:17-07:00The Phantom Limbs<p>Months pass as I fall forward in time. It feels that way, as though I am falling forward into tomorrow, rather then stepping forcefully and deliberately. I don't own time, it owns me, marking it's passage on my fingers and face.</p>
<p>I once gave someone a gift, that, to me was more precious that all the jewels and money in the world. The gift went fundamentally unanswered, and unacknowledged, though a thank-you was given. Acknowledgement is more than the tired words "thank-you". And on the day all my bleeding words fell, like so many crumbling petals, something inside of me broke. Something fragile I held against my trembling heart. It's easy to try and talk ourselves away from pain, though it rarely truly works. I tried to bolster myself, let go, and dismiss all the stricken vulnerability I felt, but there was no way through when all the sign posts were gone. We all want validation, though we spout off courageous words of being singular, alone, not needing others to make our truths real. We all say it, and yet, ultimately, almost all hurt in relationships comes from feeling singular in our beliefs, from not feeling heard or understood, which isn't so far from validation. That is what broke, what cracked and fell inside of me, the silence. Rent space that was too much. I tried to pull the pieces together but they don't fit any longer.</p>
<p>Time is supposed to be a healer as it pulls us further and further away from the impact of craterous events. Sometimes, it feels less like healing, like the stitching together of jagged edges, and more like resignation, acceptance of the immovability of the past, acceptance of pain. Memories are like phantom limbs, feeling with no substance. We all cradle ourselves around our hurts, curl ourselves around the raw points, to protect, to allow for healing to start, unmolested. Sometimes I want to curl myself around that gift, long since given, taken and discarded, to lay on the refuse of a past choice and hold it, shielded from the future.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020072012-02-23T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T08:17:45-06:00Moving On Studio Day!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The night sky in Toronto feels different than in Calgary. It is pulled in by the corded edges of the city, with light spilling along all the little corners. Every time I come to Toronto, the flavor of it changes slightly. City's have moods, and Toronto is staying in tonight, satisfied to gaze inward. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I spent the day at Noble Street recording a song for my husband's film production called "Moving On". The story is interesting and touching, about two ghosts who cannot seem to move on and end up following around the ones they loved, trying to find a way to unstick themselves. It was both a challenge and an honour to write a song for the film. It took me months to find the right voicing for the song, to write the words that did justice to the script. </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7adli5f18o/T0hfnjUUxeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/q5VwAyRLde4/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X7adli5f18o/T0hfnjUUxeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/q5VwAyRLde4/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712921260419499490" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Though I have recorded enough to feel comfortable with the process and in a studio, there is always a small amount of nervous excitement to me about going into the studio. Today was no exception to this although I have been feeling introspective about the journey of this song. The subject matter lends itself to a more subdued approach and I have found my thoughts to be grounded and soft today. Still, how can one not feel the rising eeee!!!! when faced with THIS room????</span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAV-8vLN5Es/T0hgBQjSfxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cenQNA-7qXc/s1600/DSC_0207.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAV-8vLN5Es/T0hgBQjSfxI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cenQNA-7qXc/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712921702058589970" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The arrangement for the song has been small,a decision that seems to fit the timbre of the lyrics and with unusual instrumentation; harp, middle eastern flute, piano and voice. It was, as always, fun to have Sharlene Wallace in the studio, and I was very pleased to meet Ernie Tollar today. I have wanted to add a middle eastern wind instrument to the sound palette of my songs, I almost couldn't believe that he would actually be there until I walked into the studio and was immediately transfixed by the undulating notes that seemed to hover before me, like beautiful jewels. Listening to a song I breathed into life become fleshed out and given adornments, is always a gift to me. Sharlene's harp was dulcet while the flute sounds were tender. Doug's piano playing gave it all a bit of a shimmer. That is Sharlene, myself and Ernie just after....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdsqX7f_uhI/T0hgB4UQnSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fL_iDJo02-Q/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdsqX7f_uhI/T0hgB4UQnSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fL_iDJo02-Q/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712921712732970274" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Finally vocals.....and with 3 crazy good mics to choose from, what is a girl to do but sing with ALL three of them, and then have a choice ~laugh~ In the end we chose the one to the far right. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TbadOnxpdgE/T0hgCwv3zYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_UyKVjLMBps/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TbadOnxpdgE/T0hgCwv3zYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_UyKVjLMBps/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712921727881170306" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Time is a strange beast. We wish so badly for it to speed up to get to the events we plan, that we look forward to, that was stretch ourselves towards. And when in the thick of the moment, it runs so quickly, like water through one's fingers. The day closes, and I feel introspective. It's the first time I don't have at least a crude mix to listen to, to wind down the day with. There isn't even music in my head right now, just silence, space waiting to be filled. It's a good day....</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020042012-02-11T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T08:16:21-06:00Sleeping Beauty and Depression<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The night skies have been particularly heart-wrenching lately, from Sirius throwing off dazzling fuchsias, greens and reds, to the moon dripping it's light as though tears from amber eyes. There is something poignant about such light, maybe because it seems so tenuous, so measured, it feels precious to me, small beads of glass hope. So I sit tonight, with my headphones on, listening to music, music that is small in some ways, but that is as those little rips of light in the darkness...aching. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As I listen I have fairy tales on the mind. I have been spending a lot of time lately thinking about the songs for an upcoming concert with Catherine Gell and Erin Dingle. The concert is titled 'Twisted Fables & Woven Worlds' and collaborative, with a main focus on music and spoken word, but also featuring art and dance. I have a particular love of multi-media performances, they seem to engage more of the senses to me, and provides a depth of understanding that goes beyond what music can provide on it's own. The theme excites me in a profound way: iconic objects from fairy tales, myths and fables re-imagined. Sometimes I think I never really grew up, because fairy tales still capture my imagination, still have the ability to make me catch my breath, to pull tears from my watery soul, to thrill me and give me that sigh of satisfaction that only a great story can do. So a concert based on fairy tales is filled with wonder for me. Beyond just the stories though I am in love with the idea of examining the iconic archetypal objects that seem to find their way into SO many stories, and not just fairy tales. These are objects that have graduated beyond simple things to almost become characters within the stories with layers of meaning and history attached to them: the rose, the dagger, the mirror, the crown, the apple, the doorway, the chalice, the loom. These objects capture me, subjugate, hold me enraptured and I am thrilled to be focusing an entire concert on them. I dream of such things, and find that these images are ever present in everything I write, in the way that I think, in the shape of my lyrics. To that end I already have a number of songs that work, but have written a number of songs as well, including the one below for this concert. The three of us ended up adding another archetype to the concert after much discussion and that is 'the shadow'. I wanted to examine this concept from a slightly unusual perspective, as simply the idea of an antagonist figure does not make my heart race nor bring sparkles to my eyes. So I have been thinking, and listening to some of the songs I have written, and pondering the stories I know and reading forums, and googling. ~laugh~ And finally I have come to something that sparks in me though I am unsure if I am going to use it or not. And that is the idea of the famous tale "sleeping beauty" as a metaphor for depression. Sleep, in particular as an allusion to withdrawal from the world, to feeling separate, alone and in a space unable to enjoy or really participate in the world. Being unengaged, and held by thorns of the mind's own making. Now that is a fairy tale re-imagined. I feel so animated by it, but am trying to hold back and see if it gels with all the other songs for the concert. I would love to hear other's thoughts on this.....as I am still tumbling it around in my head. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the mean time...I give you my chalice song...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">SULIS</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sulis lay your cup upon my lips</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let me drink the spring</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Open doors to futures that you bring</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the fey mist</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">This is the eye of worlds</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The veil beneath the sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Seeking arms shall find their waiting peace</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the welling thrum</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fall through the gap where waters run so deep</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Heal the wounded memories we keep</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Aquae Sulis, calicem mundi</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sanctus es fons</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sing me bright one to a waking dream</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Light the sacred fire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And pour the sky unto my wanting hands</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rouse to me desire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">This is the eye of worlds</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The veil beneath the sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The gleam of hope that seeds itself</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Within everyone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fall through the gap and walk off the edge of time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pull raveling threads from my twining mind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Aquae Sulis, calicem mundi</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Laus tibia aquam</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let me gaze upon your endless face</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Through the looking glass</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thread me through the fraying seams of night </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And resolve to me my past</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">This is the eye of worlds</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The veil beneath the sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Shrouded eyes shall speak the truth</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When fear comes undone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fall through the gap, a mirror still and clear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let me reflect, the wholeness in your tears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Aqua Sulis, calicem mundi</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Laudem te laudamus</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Benedictus Sanctus Sulis</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60020012012-02-02T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T08:14:16-06:006 more weeks of winter<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Though the sun was a brilliant companion to the day, still this week the groundhog declared that there were to be six more weeks of winter. If you can call this winter ~laugh~ Still, I think my body took heart to the groundhog's warning as I developed a strange and ridiculous cold this week, which has left me feeling beyond tired. If I could sleep all day, I most certainly would. I always feel out of sorts when I am sick, partially because I can't (or shouldn't) sing. It is as though the world has lost some of it's sparkle when I am muted and I can't spontaneously burst into song. Yes, I am one of THOSE people. ~laugh~ And others notice. Two times this week I have been told I was 'dim'....as in...not as bright...by which it was meant "you just aren't as lit up as you usually are (not you are seeming particularly stupid ~laugh~). I have to say though that seeing some of the fantastic shots that </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.wirlgirl.ca/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Adrea Wirl</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">took over the summer at the crumbling mansion gave me back a bit of my sparkle ~smile~ </span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To be uploaded properly on my website as soon as possible....(read: when I finally get out of my pjs)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That one in the doorway...wow. I love that picture, I have to say...~smile~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Photo Credit: Adrea Wirl</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hair: Dallas Savage</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Lighting Assistant: Tamara Lacelle</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnfc10cw0OU/TyyhQTYkV6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/cVC1kmxqDwg/s1600/430635_199913920107578_1166388958_n.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnfc10cw0OU/TyyhQTYkV6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/cVC1kmxqDwg/s320/430635_199913920107578_1166388958_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705112129424873378" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 108px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECnGXYfQei0/TyyhP9mPHuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/To-2KRXnqsA/s1600/427521_199914303440873_886327997_n.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECnGXYfQei0/TyyhP9mPHuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/To-2KRXnqsA/s320/427521_199914303440873_886327997_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705112123576622818" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GI_VEzFadE/TyyhPsedUqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_aONIc0brNk/s1600/430618_199914230107547_100002669139598_337390_135116044_n.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GI_VEzFadE/TyyhPsedUqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_aONIc0brNk/s320/430618_199914230107547_100002669139598_337390_135116044_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705112118980596386" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zY2y_r77qIw/TyyhPVXr1GI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qXA387haprk/s1600/408875_199914260107544_100002669139598_337391_2130386589_n.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zY2y_r77qIw/TyyhPVXr1GI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qXA387haprk/s320/408875_199914260107544_100002669139598_337391_2130386589_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705112112778171490" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" /></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021982012-01-25T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:08:10-07:00Impermanence<p>There is an impermanence to things. The way the light dissolves beyond the day. The way the waves eat the shoreline. The continents are moving beneath our feet, slowly and unfailingly, creating a new world with each passing second. Castles crumble to the ground and the wind wears away even the strongest stone. All things change endlessly. I sometimes want for things to be static, for a moment to last into an infinity, but such things are not possible. The sun does not rise in sameness every day. And love does not hold against the dictates of an always changing world. I am thinking of you today. Of many yous. Of the friendships that were to be forever, but that were set up to fail, held to the mirror of an impossible standard. Everyone leaves. Some come back. Some don't. But we cannot help but to be as the stardust that forms our bones and dissipate slowly and surely even within the strongest hopes of forever. I think of you, of the moment we were as conquering civilizations...invincible. I remember the way your face dazzled me in it's luminosity, the way you felt like my personal fortress against the world. I remember our flags held high up to the world, our proclamations, both grandiose and poignant, how it felt beautiful to be seen by you. Eyes are fickle though and pass over, slide past, close against what ugliness there can be in jealousy, in expectation, in pride. All turns to debris eventually, unwanted, unneeded, unseen.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021972012-01-22T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:07:06-07:00Perfect Time<p>The snow is melting, a rhythmic dripping outside my drudged windows. It is as a metronome, keeping me from moving too quickly or too slowly. There are days it feels like society is such, binding us to perfect time, without the fluxing rubato of individuality. Sometime I want to bend outside the lines, rushing forward to meet destiny...fate...or even just the little drips of conjecture and times I want to pull back into a languid dream and let my thoughts be as lazy ripples on a sunbathing pool. The drip, drip, drip pulls me back until even my heart betrays me and falls into perfect time.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021962012-01-18T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:06:21-07:00January Sunrise<p>The sun wavers in the January sky, delicately, as though perched precariously on the thin spire of day. There is an intimacy to the sunrise in winter, it rises late, a tousled lover, and sits so companionably low on the horizon, as though facing the day beside rather than from on lofty high. No, it's not like the decadent and overachieving summer sun. This is a sun I relate to, I can tell my secrets to as we lazily start the day together.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019982012-01-18T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T08:10:26-06:00Mermaid Song<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I wanted you to save me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As I once saved you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But there are no saviors</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When one is not two</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My voice is all tangled</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the depth of that sea</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Where my crumbling Atlantis</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Mourns silently</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Still</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I can't regret this love like water</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I can't regret the heart that led me to you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You gave me the sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You gave me the air I'll relinquish</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My mermaid's song undone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Her name was the prayer</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I danced to be near you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It was your kindness</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That was my ruin</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The price had been paid</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But love can't be bought</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You named me your friend</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And all was for naught</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Still</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I can't regret this love like water</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I can't regret the heart that led me to you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You gave me the sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You gave me the air I'll relinquish</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My mermaid's song undone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What is love, if it can hate</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not sacrifice your trust to my pain</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I'm not a dagger to taint the past with blood</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The moments with you were infinity had</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No regrets</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Love is not love if it regrets</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I gave you my heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You gave me the air I'll relinquish</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And seafoam I'll become</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Seafoam I'll become</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My mermaid's song undone.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021952012-01-17T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:05:25-07:00Lonely<p>Sometimes I think all our technology makes us disconnected rather than connected. We are hyper connected, to the point where people post pictures of what they are eating (which I find disturbing in some unexplainable way) and yet there is an emptiness to it all. To the encasing of our lives in technology such that we are always alone, but never alone. How much of our communication is lost in our endless emails, texts and phone calls, when we receive most of our information about others' non-verbally? Sometimes I feel crushed by the weight of knowing all the mundane details of a twitter feed, but never truly knowing what moves, what wounds, what brings each of these "friends" to their knees. I feel trapped by it, by trying to find something witty, something insightful, but not too heavy or depressing to endlessly post so that I stay 'connected", in the loop. What are we truly connecting to? A world of one line quips meant to convey a sense of familiarity but rarely conveying a sense of deep meaning.</p>
<p>I am lonely today, with my facebook page open and texts still unanswered on my phone. I am lonely on my computer staring at the pages of information that somehow don't speak to me of life, of walking outside to stand beneath the owl's keep and know what it means to be a shaded path and a dancing flake of water gloriously twirling to the ground. Sometimes what I want more than a dialogue of such things, is to take someone's hand, pull them from behind their electronic mask and say nothing while we dance beneath the frosted stars.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021942012-01-15T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:04:04-07:00Winter Comes<p>Winter comes finally. A white cold sheet draping itself haphazardly over trees and lampposts. It is said that to freeze to death is a sort of peace, but I have yet to cross such an abyss and for now it feels more like a soft trembling, the way the flakes spiral downwards, the way that icicles vein across my eyelashes, the way my heart looks out into the lazing drifts and wonders at what ifs and what weres. I have been waiting all this time for winter, for what I know. Though the cold is an ache, still it is normalized, it is what should be. All those months, languishing in the unseasonable warmth, was like breaking up with the seasons and being left hollowed out and waiting to feel something again.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019952012-01-15T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T08:06:12-06:00Water brings Self-Connection and Art....<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As the cold settles like a knowing dream, I sit inside with my tea and watch the world still outside my window. Even the plumes of smoke from the chimneys seems to hover in the air, frigidly held in a kind of stasis. Every year there are at least a few days that are so cold, one can barely contemplate leaving the house and every year they are in January. It seems a bit contrary to me, for the longest night has passed and we are slowly clawing our way back to the light. Why January is the coldest of all months, not December, seems a mystery to me. I will say this....I am dreading getting gas in my car today ~laugh~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yesterday I braved the winter air to head down to </span><a style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif; text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.selfconnection.ca/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Self Connection Books</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> in Calgary who agreed to take my CD...huzzah! They can be found at the following address.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Self Connection</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">#125, 4611 Bowness Road NW</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Calgary, Alberta</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">403.284.1486</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very pleased to be collaborating with visual artist, </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.libalabikart.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Liba Labik</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">for some new postcards. I am passionate about art, about all the arts. I feel that they are vitally important to the well being to us as individuals and for the well being of our culture. It distresses me greatly that of all the professions, artistic endeavors are often relegated to fancy and folly and are paid accordingly. To me, art is the lifeblood of a culture, it is a mirror of sorts, reflecting truthfully, but it also fosters the evolution of thought and emotion as human beings. I believe everyone should have at least some original artwork in their personal space, something of beauty to interact with. Saying all that, it has always been my goal to collaborate with artists of various mediums, to help showcase when I can and to evolve as an artist through meaningful interactions. It gives me special pleasure when I can work with local artists, and over the years I have talked to many artists whose work has moved me, hoping to use images on the postcards I communicate with, usually my requests are met with enthusiasm, but when it comes down to the nitty gritty, it all dissolves. So I am delighted to have been in contact with Liba and to have her overwhelmingly positive response. The postcards are never for sale.....but I do use them for personal communication. I hope you will check out her website</span><span style="color: #800000;"> </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.libalabikart.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">www.libalabikart.com</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Stay warm!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019922012-01-15T17:00:00-07:002020-05-29T04:12:41-06:00World Parrot Refuge<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For the next two weeks (from January 16-30) Cindy and I will be donating 10% of the proceeds from all sales of Wings in Flight to the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://worldparrotrefuge.org/" target="_blank">World Parrot Refuge</a></span><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/wings-in-flight-single/id486652983?uo=4" target="itunes_store">Wings in Flight - Single - Cindy O'Neil & Sora</a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021932012-01-13T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:03:15-07:00Words<p>Sometimes I think words are such an imperfect vehicle for expression, with their rigid boundaries that never-the-less end up being somewhat fluid in interpretation. In the end, when words are left to stand on their own, without the support of the body, they become harder, encased, in a way, and oh-so-brittle. They become our own vehicles for self-righteousness, we flog ourselves with the words we read in our emails, on our phones, ascribing all our negative thoughts about ourselves to the simple value of each vowel and consonant. As though words actually had no meaning unto themselves and were rather just a narrow binding for emotion.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021922012-01-12T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:02:22-07:00The air shudders<p>The air shudders with tiny trembling tears and I with it. They say time is a snake endlessly eating itself, but all I can think of is the peeling layers, as though the sky were flaking off, in little thin strips of light.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021912012-01-12T17:00:00-07:002013-02-25T12:01:24-07:00Dreams of Twilight<p>Night rushes in to fill the space the sun has left as it tumbles off the edge of day. I feel as though I am tumbling too, expanding into the darkness, each breath, filling my thoughts out, akin to an expanding balloon. I write as if I could fill it with words, as though I could plaster the terrible renting space with all my clumsily formed presumptions of knowledge.</p>
<p>Twilight seems to dream itself into being, a fluxing blue stain upon the sky, whorled fingerprints of magic. It is my favorite time of day, and when my pensive mind gently folds all my organized thoughts into origami birds and flighted shapes that perhaps there might be room for me to take flight.</p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019892012-01-04T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T08:02:30-06:00A blog within a blog<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Humans speak a lot. We talk, mash words around, throw them from our mouths as if they were endless in supply. It's easy to forget that our voice has power...power to do good, power to do evil. That words have power. That we can change the world with words if we remember that they have their own energy, synergy, their own potency.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It was with great pleasure that I wrote a guest blog for the Songwriter's Association of Canada about "Wings in Flight". It was an honor to be able to shape the journey of this song into words, into my own voice, and I am grateful for the opportunity. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It is also funny to link to a blog I wrote in my own blog ~laugh~ But here it goes...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://itallstartswithasong.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">http://itallstartswithasong.wordpress.com/</span></a></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></p>
<div style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; width: 120px; height: 180px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; background-image: url(http://www.cdbaby.com/Images/Links/Black-Buy_Album_100px_vert.png);"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; display: block; padding: 44px 10px 35px; margin: 0px; border: 0px;" href="http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/cindyoneilandsora"><img src="http://cdbaby.name/c/i/cindyoneilandsora_small.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Cindy O" height="100" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" width="100" /></a></div>
<p><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/wings-in-flight-single/id486652983?uo=4" target="itunes_store"><img src="http://ax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net/images/web/linkmaker/badge_itunes-lrg.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="Wings in Flight - Single - Cindy O'Neil & Sora" /></a></p>
<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019542011-12-20T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T01:20:12-06:00Winter Solstice<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It is the winter solstice, the sun standing still in the sky before turning the tides of darkness and letting the light lap once again on day's shore. The sun slumbers so late these days that at 9:00 am this morning I was walking upon the dawn, the mountains crested in a salmon glow and the pooled road of light looked as though it led straight into the sun. As I walk such, I can see how the ancients would celebrate the return of the light, the return of the sun, for in each footstep there is a joyful reveling within me. I cannot help but be held captive by the visceral response to the sunrise each and every day. It never becomes tired or old, the very cells of my body wanting deeply to sing with the morning chorus each day. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There seems to be a touch of poignant timing to have released "Wings in Flight" (the single) on the darkest night. It is a song of the morning chorus, of the joy of greeting the new day, of hope. Seems appropriate to have it release on the darkest night ready to greet the reborn sun. It is available on itunes. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/wings-in-flight-single/id486652983?uo=4" target="itunes_store"><span style="color: #800000;">Wings in Flight - Single - Cindy O'Neil & Sora</span></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The holidays are upon us. This autumn has been so busy I feel guilty if I am not "doing" something. But today, as I walked into the sun, I felt that maybe it's OK just to rest and feel the earth turning for a little bit.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019522011-12-19T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T01:18:00-06:00New Single!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very happy to say that Wings in Flight is finally released. This song is a journey, from conception to release and what a beautiful and crazy journey it has been: a string arrangement by the virtuostic assistant concert master of the CPO (Donovan Seidle), a covert recording sessions to give the surprise gift of recording, a voice trembling through pain and adversity. To me, Wings in Flight represents a story of hope, determination and friendship that defies distance. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A fading voice, recorded for posterity is a beautiful legacy and the perfect gift to give this holiday season. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So without further ado, I give you Wings in Flight! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/wings-in-flight/id486652983?i=486652985&uo=4" target="itunes_store"><span style="color: #800000;">Wings in Flight - Wings in Flight - Single</span></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019512011-12-09T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T01:16:28-06:00Performance Tonight<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very excited about the house concert tonight at the Serenity Performing Arts Center. Catherine and I have set everything up, in the cozy and festive house. It promises to be an enchanting evening.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">If you are anywhere near Birch Island BC (near Clearwater) we would love to see you! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Serenity Performing Arts Centre</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">2461 Lost Creek Road, Birch Island, BC</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">RSVP for tickets. 1-250-676-9456</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019502011-12-03T17:00:00-07:002012-12-15T09:47:51-07:00Crisis Averted!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come chat with Cindy and I about our new single "Wings in Flight" on Buzzumi </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="https://buzzumi.com/cindyo/9NkEO60ZU9%22" target="_blank">https://buzzumi.com/cindyo/9NkEO60ZU9</a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019492011-12-03T17:00:00-07:002022-05-10T23:53:43-06:00Chat...migrated...<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">hello all! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It really doesn't matter how often you test and try things out, there is always something that goes awry. Right now, it's that after Cindy and I tested out the chat for the Wings in Flight chat which is supposed to be happening right now, the chat was closed and I can't get it. As Cindy is the gatekeeper of the chat, there is nothing I can do from my end....except say this....come join me on a chat...go to www.soramusic.ca and click on come chat with me!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019482011-11-27T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T01:11:36-06:00Upcoming Chat<p> </p>
<div class="entry-content post-body" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Join me and talented singer/songwriter Cindy O'Neil as we chat with fans and media about the upcoming release of our collaborative single, Wings in Flight! We had originally planned to have this last weekend but luckily for me we changed it because I am miserable with the dreaded cold. I should be all better by Sunday and less likely to scare everyone ~laugh~ </span><br><br><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Here is all the info..</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wings in Flight Chat</span><br><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Date: December 4th, 2011</span><br><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Time: 1:00 MST (3:00 EST, 12:00 PST)</span><br><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Location: </span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none;" href="https://buzzumi.com/cindyo/9NkEO60ZU9%22" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">https://buzzumi.com/cindyo/9NkEO60ZU9</span></a><br></span><br><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Hope to see everyone there!</span></span></span></span></div>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019472011-11-24T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T01:09:34-06:00A story<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A man came up to me last night after my performance, and told me story, a story that filled up all the aching parts of me with beauty and light. This man, a fellow performer and audience member at the Come by the Hills Folk Festival, watched my set at the festival this summer. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Now, let me give some context. I love the Come By the Hills Folk Festival, I met some amazing people there and connected with some old friends as well. Most of my good memories of the festival were overshadowed by one remark made by a booking agent there, when he was introduced to me. He says "oh....you. You're the girl that sings all those songs about death". The comment stunned me and I must admit I felt diminished and upset in some ways, that this was the lasting impression I had left. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So, I had carried with me, that perhaps my set was not that successful, though I felt the music was strong and the musicians that played with me brought a poignancy to this music. For I had sung of death, but I had also sung of life and the small intimacies of life's emotional beauty; sorrow, yes, but most importantly, of love. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Imagine then, what a gift it was to have someone come up to me and tell me that this performance had been a mystical experience. To have him say to me that while I was singing thousands of dragonflies descended from darkening sky to eat mosquitoes but also to hover above the crowd, an iridescent otherworldly chorus, that shimmered the day into night. A beautiful legion that he swears were just oscillating above the listeners, facing the stage and swaying slightly to the music as though intoxicated by the sound. It sounds fantastical, a dream about to wake, but this was his truth and for him to share such a image of beauty and whimsy was what I needed above all else this week. It was a gift beyond what I can measure. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Dragonflies. Thousands of dragonflies. I cannot think of anything more lovely. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thank-you Paddy.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019462011-11-14T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T01:08:16-06:00Wings in Flight: clip<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The day is loosening on the edges, the light all peeled away to reveal the night beneath. Already the solar powered coloured lights on my deck are glowing. It has been hard to focus today, to find the space from which to work, when I flew back from Toronto yesterday. Each city has it's own feeling, it's own rhythm. I feel as though when I move from one city to another, I stumble a bit until my body syncs with the current of beats that seem to vibrate up from the buildings, from the sidewalks. From the breathing life of the city. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So today I am content in this...a sample from the upcoming single I am releasing with Cindy O'Neil, the</span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.soramusic.ca/newsletter/WingsinFlightsample.mp3" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Wings in Flight clip</span></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019452011-11-06T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T01:06:35-06:00Fall back<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">do you ever find that first morning after fall back disconcerting? As though the landscape around had shifted and you had lost something in the translation of time and space? As the sun slid its luminous filter on the night, it was as if I didn’t know this place, this time, how we got to here in this moment. The tracks on the sky garbled, no longer linear, but somehow dichotomous. Time is a construct, a building we hole up in, we build it into something that feels safe, but it is still nothing but something we have made....fallible, breakable, fragile I feel out of place today, twilight caught me off guard, a scrambled signal. I would like to believe there is something beyond the shifting hours, that there is a place for which our minds cannot contain and hold so rigidly. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I fly to Toronto this week for two concerts I am doing there. I am pretty excited about them, especially because I get to work with some of my favorite artists out East, Frank Horvat and Sharlene Wallace. The shows will be fun, and a perfect transition into the winter season, as we are doing a couple of songs that seem to match the cold stillness outside. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The first is a house concert hosted by Frank and Lisa Horvat...I have never done a house concert, so this is going to be a whole different experience for me. Tickets are limited and must be purchased in advance...and there are only 7 tickets left, so if you are interested, please email me as soon as possible sora@soramusic.ca</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">An evening of Song on Toronto's Lakeshore Blvd</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Join Sora and her special guests, Sharlene Wallace on harp and Frank Horvat on piano for an enchanting night of song, story and myth.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tickets are limited and must be purchased in advance.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">$15.00</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">www.soramusic.ca (click on the store and scroll down to find)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The second is a concert at Gallery 345 with Sharlene Wallace. I cannot think of a more cozy and beautiful afternoon than music and art all mingled together...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">A Gallery of Harp and Song</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gallery 345 + Sharlene Wallace + Sora = an intimate afternoon of original and folkloric music, musings and myth. International recording and touring musician, Sharlene, has garnered a reputation for being one of Canada's most versatile harpists while Calgary based singer/songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Sora, has been praised for her soaring voice and unusual lyrical vision. Together, they paint a contemporary musical portrait perfectly suited to Gallery 345.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tickets are $20; $15 Seniors; $10 Students</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">info and to reserve tickets: 416-346-6600 / harp@sharlenewallace.com</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019442011-10-25T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T01:05:01-06:00Wings in Flight: The Anatomy of a Song<p> </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019432011-10-19T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T09:49:00-07:00Calgary Herald Article<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hurrah! I am so excited to have been featured in the Saturday edition of the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.calgaryherald.com/entertainment/Mike+Bell+Sora+singing+silenced+friend/5553473/story.html" target="_blank">Calgary Herald</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">last week. </span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Sora Singing for Silenced Friend</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“I sit here listening to the morning song</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It vibrates to my deepest soul</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A language so clear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Too pure to be wrong</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Eyes closed, ears open</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Heart memorizing every single note.”</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The words are former Calgary musician Cindy O’Neil’s, from her song Wings in Flight, a lyrical ode to the call of the morning birds, a testament to the joy of a new day and a new beginning, and one that continues using words such as “eyes open” and “hope rising.”</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And they are words and an outlook, says local artist Sora, that personify her friend. “It’s so Cindy,” says the singer-songwriter, born Andrea Hunt. “Cindy’s a very hopeful person so the lyrics are very upbeat and hopeful.”</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Unfortunately, that demeanour and view on life is being tested, as O’Neil, who now lives out east, finds one of the gifts she’s been given being taken away from her.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis in her 20s, the singer and actress who was a familiar face around town and whose work was showcased in the area-shot series Caitlin’s Way, has been on a medication that — while helping with her condition — has brought unexpected and rather heartbreaking side-effects.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“It allows her to function and live, but it’s stripping away her singing voice,” Sora says.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“It’s really sad because she’s dedicated so much of her life to singing, voice-over work, acting, improv — so it’s stripped away one of her passions in life.”</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">While there’s nothing she can do for her friend, there is a special gift that she hopes she can give O’Neil, and that’s one last, special recording session that Sora plans to surprise her with today.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">At nine this morning, O’Neil plans to arrive back in Calgary, and unbeknownst to her, head straight to The Station studio, where she and Sora will finally record Wings in Flight as a testament to their friendship and to O’Neil’s talents.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“She really wanted to get this song out before she doesn’t have anything left,” says Sora.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Today will mark the end of a long chapter for the song, itself, one that stretches back to the beginning of their relationship.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The two met one another almost five years ago during a local event put on by the Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), and were immediately drawn to each other, both artistically and personally.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“We really hit it off when we met, and we thought maybe we should try to write a song together,” Sora says, noting there was something intangible that bridged their disparate approaches to music.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“Our styles are really different, she’s sort of jazzy and I’m a little bit more Celtic or New Age, and we thought it would be really fun to try to mesh it together and see what comes of it.”</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So with only O’Neil’s lyrics as a guide, they came up with something a duet that both were incredibly proud of, and performed several times together live, to great response.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The natural step was fleshing it out and recording it for posterity, which Sora says they’d put in motion, having Donovan Seidel, the assistant concertmaster for the CPO, write string arrangements, and then discussing when best to hit the studio to record.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“And then it all fell through,” she says, noting that it was always something, such as conflicting schedules or studio unavailability. “And then she got engaged and moved to Ontario ... about a year and a half, two years ago.”</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The two kept in contact and, although Sora still performed it during solo shows, recording the song was something they both considered unfinished business, something on the back burner that would eventually get done, some day. Well, that was until Sora received a phone call from O’Neil this past June informing her of the sharp decline in her vocal skills. It now became urgent and some day needed to be soon.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But still, outside forces conspired against them getting together, stalling even a plan to meet halfway, in Winnipeg, for a recording session. Then just as it seemed as if all hope was lost, Sora received another phone call, this one from O’Neil’s fiance, Ken, who said he was planning on surprising his partner with a return visit to Calgary this October — which put the wheels in motion.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“I thought, ‘Oh, my God, here’s our opportunity! Finally, it’s come!’ ” says Sora, who then set about procuring the time, the musicians and everything required to make Wings in Flight, well, fly. “Once they arrive in Calgary, she’s going to bring her to my house and were going to go straight to the studio. And she doesn’t know anything about it"</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sora actually spent all day Thursday in the local studio putting on the bed tracks, getting everything ready so that all O’Neil has to do is come in and sing.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As to whether she thinks her friend still has enough voice to get through the session or, jokingly, whether Wings in Flight will be transformed into a dance-friendly Auto-Tune track, Sora laughs.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“I think she’ll be strong enough and she’s always such an upbeat person, she’s a really positive person, I think she’ll be able to pull it from within her.”</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And ultimately, Sora is just happy that the song will finally get the treatment it deserves, and that she will be able to surprise her friend with a gesture and a tribute that will live on forever.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">“I can’t wait to see her face because we’ve been wanting to do this for years,” she says. “I feel happy to be a part of giving her this gift. . . . Something she can listen to and have forever — her voice immortalized in the song.”"</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Written by Mike Bell. (thanks Mike!)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">mbell@calgaryherald.com Follow on Twitter@mrbell_23</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019422011-10-16T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T01:01:20-06:00Video<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What a glory the stars are tonight. Imagine all those suns, some already long gone, lighting up our night sky. Truly it is almost as if we have thousands of suns. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In my optimism today, I was sure I would be able to get a teaser video up from the hours of video footage I took from the Wings in Flight sessions. I can now see that that might have been just slightly overly hopeful ~laugh~. Soon though, I will put up some snippets, including the first time Cindy heard what had been done, what an epic moment. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the meantime I am working on my tour dates in BC for December and in Toronto in November, time always falling forward while I stumble to keep up....</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019412011-10-15T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:59:45-06:00Wings definitely in flight<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yesterday was such a beautiful day. I am humbled by the media coverage and most of all, Cindy was completely surprised and so thrilled to finally be recording our song!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">If you are interested in seeing the media coverage check out </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.calgaryherald.com/entertainment/Mike+Bell+Sora+singing+silenced+friend/5553473/story.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">The Calgary Herald</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> and </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://calgary.ctv.ca/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20111015/CGY_song_oneil_111015/20111015/?hub=CalgaryHome" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">CTV</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I have received a couple of emails asking when the song will be available to listen to as one of the articles mentioned it would be on my site. I must say, that was fabulously optimistic of them ~laugh~. Yes we were in the studio yesterday, and yes all the tracks were recorded, but it all needs to be mixed and mastered, plus we need to do all the artwork for it. I anticipate it being out before Christmas. I know, I know, SO LONG! Never fear though, for I will be updating regularly and add some pictures and video along the way. To keep up to date on the progress, I would love to have you on my mailing list. To join either visit my website (or if you are already there, there is a form on the right hand side) or send me an email sora@soramusic.ca </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgOLFPsthvo/TptLYMKb3-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/tkA8e1E-vDE/s1600/wingsinflight17.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgOLFPsthvo/TptLYMKb3-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/tkA8e1E-vDE/s320/wingsinflight17.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664203835302469602" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">More pictures are posted on my </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.facebook.com/sorasinger" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">facebook page</span></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019402011-10-14T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:58:27-06:00Wings in Flight<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Today I am recording a song that has been 3 years in the making. It has come close to being recorded twice now, but each time circumstance seemed to sidetrack the project. Today though, the circle closes and this song is given its wings. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The whole project has been hush hush, because I was gifted with the opportunity to create a beautiful moment for someone I care deeply for. Today though, the secret is unwrapped and I get to be part of something way bigger than myself.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let me tell get you all up to speed.... In 2008 I met a jazzy singer at a SOCAN (Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada). She stood out from the all the typical dichotomy of contrived nonchalance or overhyped crazy that often goes with the persona of the artist. She was real, she was sincerely upbeat and we became instant friends. Her name is Cindy O’Neil. Cindy asked me if I would like to co-wrote a song with her, and though I had never done such a thing and was quite nervous about it, I said yes. So one night, when the moon held the sky in rapture, I drove over to her place and wrote music to lyrics Cindy had written long ago. I played her tiny keyboard, testing out chords, trying out melody lines, and from this “Wings in Flight” was born. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">We both felt it was a strong song, and not just because of the positive audience reaction when we sang it live. The song is a moment, an encapsulation of that feeling of synchronicity with something larger than you. The song is alive in some way. We schemed...made plans and started feeling as if there were some momentum. I asked an old friend of mine (who is now the assistant concert master at the CPO) to help us arrange strings for the song, which he did, and we were so close to having it recorded. Life has its ways of derailing even the best laid plans and it all fell through. A couple of years later, Cindy moved to Ontario. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cindy is a beautiful person, vivacious and energetic. She also has been living with a debilitating disease, rheumatoid arthritis, since she was in her early 20s. On the bad days, it is devastating, severely limiting mobility...and it’s painful. Cindy has been on life saving medication, which allows her to have some normalcy. But, and it’s a big but, the medication is stripping her of her voice. Cindy phoned me this past summer and told me this and asked “could we please find a way to record our song”. I set about trying to find a financially feasible way for us to record this when we both live in different provinces. And though we were trying to get it arranged, nothing was falling properly into place. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That all changed in September when Cindy’s finance, Ken, phoned me and told me he was planning a surprise trip to Calgary for Cindy. This was it. Our moment had finally come. A couple of quick phone calls with Ken and the stage was set. The song would be recorded and it was to be a surprise for Cindy. I arranged with a studio in town to record bedtracks, which I did just a couple of days ago and right now Cindy is on a plane to Calgary, her first surprise of the day. When she lands, Ken is driving her to my house, the second surprise. And then, the best kind of surprise, we are all going to the studio where Cindy will get the opportunity to sing this last song. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The strings sound lush and full, the piano a bright counterpoint and today, our duet will take flight. I find recording invigorating, but this time it feels even brighter, even more exciting, because I have the honour and privilege to be able to give her this gift. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Surprises are hard to keep, especially when I have gotten media involved, but it will all be worth in when I see her face in the next couple of hours. In fact, her plane will be landing momentarily. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I can't wait to share this song with you, and all the pictures, video and media that have come along the way. And most of all, I can't wait to share Cindy with you....</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019392011-10-04T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:56:35-06:00Post mask and muse<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It is a drizzly night, the sound of it smoothing out all the rough edges. There are some sounds that are healing, that have a wholeness to them and for me, the rain is a aural salve. There are days I find the endless noise of a city that never sleeps, of the river of electrons bombarding the house to be overwhelming, sometimes I desire only the sound of trees and wind, birds and rain. These...never feel tedious to me, as if perhaps they are the creation of music in and of itself. Tonight though, I am content to listen to this small symphony of living that breathes and sighs itself all around me. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am so pleased with the concert on Sunday. It was, for sure an engaging experience. To have spoken word at a concert is unique but just felt so right. I think the audience agreed with me ~smile~. I am already scheming for another, and all I can think is "fairy tale". Modern, edgy, grown up interpretations.....I think it could be a lot of fun...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A few pictures from the night....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiAZlibdTJ8/To0b35BhqhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oP66ESiZ1Kk/s1600/mm16.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiAZlibdTJ8/To0b35BhqhI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oP66ESiZ1Kk/s320/mm16.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660210953688558098" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" /></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019372011-09-14T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:53:41-06:00New Pictures<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I have finally uploaded a whole bunch of new pictures to my website! Here is a sneak peek of a couple...to see more look under Collaboration and Photo Shoots in the Images section of my website. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbtrotnVz5A/TnIuc6q_JVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CpLP8IyA0P0/s1600/picture-331.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbtrotnVz5A/TnIuc6q_JVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CpLP8IyA0P0/s320/picture-331.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652631556624164178" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Taken by Keven Fedirko</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1M-Hvcv7hV0/TnIuqCe0EDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mAmR9AOzGME/s1600/IMG_9333_2-2-low.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1M-Hvcv7hV0/TnIuqCe0EDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mAmR9AOzGME/s320/IMG_9333_2-2-low.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652631782058889266" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Taken by Adrea Wirl</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhOPh6r9TjY/TnIu3VmEoaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/L5LTpIVTaKA/s1600/317350_203678686359098_199796320080668_544095_1256723_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhOPh6r9TjY/TnIu3VmEoaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/L5LTpIVTaKA/s320/317350_203678686359098_199796320080668_544095_1256723_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652632010527908258" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019382011-09-07T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:54:49-06:00The Mask and the Muse<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Summer lingers into September, like a heady perfume in a darkened room. I stand on the edge of autumn and will the wind to grasp any small languid strand of hair, to move me into the ochre dreams of falling leaves. There is only stillness though, the scent of sun on the dying grasses. The days are as honey, sweet and sticky and though there is a contentment to this soft interlude I am deeply looking forward to the chill of snow in the air, the colour of unmasked leaves tumbling towards their inevitable end, the feeling of wool on my skin as I guard against the biting wind. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It seems almost impossible to practice when all is held in stasis by the heat. Still, it is required as the days count down to a concert I am very excited about, called </span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">The Mask and the Muse</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfKI00AxAk/TmkcdpK5xOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VwNuq7xri0o/s1600/mask-muse-oct2-final-email.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2AfKI00AxAk/TmkcdpK5xOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VwNuq7xri0o/s320/mask-muse-oct2-final-email.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650078503106364642" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is a deep delight to me in working towards such a whimsical and beautifully themed concert. I have always been fascinated by the concept of the Muses, these graceful goddesses who pull the threads of inspiration within our fragile psyches. I like the notion of a guardian of sorts for the creative spark. Inspiration is so ephereal at times, I like to think that should I be too slow with my pen that there is some kind of divine energy holding it safe, cradling it to be found anew, again. There was great pleasure to be found in matching songs to each of the 9 Greek Muses, to bring them into a contemporary framework. In the case of Thalia, the muse of laughter and joy, I ended up having to write something as I had nothing to fit within such an archetype. Of course it doesn't hurt to be collaborating with two of my favorite people, Erin Dingle and Catherine Gell. Erin writes edgy, bold narratives and poems and her performances are infused with this incredibly electrifying passion and delightful witticism. Catherine has the voice of an angel, so emotive and softly edged. Both are exceptionally talented and together there is a dynamic energy that is infusing each rehearsed note and word. So if you fancy a night of song, spoken word and dance all viewed through the eyes of the Muses, this is the concert for you. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Venue:</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> Arrata Opera Centre</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Address</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">1315 - 7 Street SW </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Date</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> October 2, 2011 - 7 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Tickets</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">$15 in advance/$20 at door</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To purchase tickets simply email me or go to the 'Store' on my </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.soramusic.ca/" target="_blank">website.</a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019362011-08-11T18:00:00-06:002020-09-16T03:20:01-06:00New Single - Giant's Causeway<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> I am so very excited to announce the release of a collaborative single I did with Danish pianist and composer, Nicky Bendix </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.nickybendix.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">(</span>www.nickybendix.com</a></span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.nickybendix.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">)</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. It's called Giant's Causeway and was recorded and performed by Nicky and I despite the fact that we live on different continents! Oh the marvels of technology ~smile~. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What does it sound like? Well, if you fused Enya-esque New Age with some Celtic-y Loreena McKennitt and then added some contemporary synth work, you might start getting close. Of course, the best way to know is to have a listen yourself! So without further ado.... </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/nickybendixsora" target="_blank">Giant's Causeway on CD baby!</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. It can also be purchased on itunes and other digital download sites. </span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EYa5tPYKB4/TkWveX8rMMI/AAAAAAAAATo/TFYNwEBK4m4/s1600/GiantsCauseway-final.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EYa5tPYKB4/TkWveX8rMMI/AAAAAAAAATo/TFYNwEBK4m4/s320/GiantsCauseway-final.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640107044710854850" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And because I appreciate all your support so very much, I will send a limited edition ceramic pendant from my Orpheus video/concert to the first 5 to buy the single and then post a line from it on my facebook page </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.facebook.com/Sorasinger" target="_blank">, Sorasinger</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yea!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019352011-08-10T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:48:44-06:00A promo video: Mask and the Muse October 2<p> </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019342011-08-03T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:47:20-06:00Eurydice Music Video<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I am so pleased to share my very first music video. With a non-existant budget and alot of very enthusistic volunteers, I think feel that it really represent the spirit of a modern Orpheus retelling...</span></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="349" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Lq-gxXOFT7c" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" width="425"></iframe></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019332011-07-20T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:45:37-06:00Light: A video<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The best part of summer to me is the trees. Not just the leafy bower, nor just the fresh verdancy of the leaves. It's the sound of the leaves as the wind dances within them. To me, it is almost as the ocean, waves singing onto a shore of bark and stem. A marriage of earth and sky. By my house, there are grasses that wave, they seem to form almost overnight, like a silent army arising from the hiding place of winter. I desire always to walk through them, to let my fingers trail upon the fertile heads, and trace the circling patterns. There are waves to be found here too, the impression of the wind as it passes over the land. Such beauty here. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yesterday I was at the Arrata Opera Center, filming for a video on my song, Light. This all started last year, when I put out a call for pictures completing the phrase "The light inside...". I received some beautiful pictures, and have faithfully kept them in a special file on my computer. Still, I needed some other footage, and finally shot a little bit yesterday. My friend and fellow singer, Catherine Gell, came with me, so we could film for some of her songs as well. When I walked into the room, my heart was full of excitement, for the normally curtained windows (I was told they are always blacked out) were unveiled and the light poured through the stained glass, amber in it's descent. I might have given a small squeal of joy when I saw that ~smile~. Sometimes light seems to have it's own texture, a weighted presence in the room. It was it's own character here, a host introducing us to a sacred dance. We moved the piano such that the light pooled onto it and spent the next couple of hours, trying out different angles and living in the beauty of a building that has settled into itself. It had a mature cogniscence, and I wished I could have spent more time there. It would be a fabulous location for a photo shoot! There will be one more call for pictures for this video....I am going to wrangle up some examples first, over the next couple of weeks, and then post about it. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urr3Lur1lRU/TihSE8QJqNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/npVSlhyLy9s/s1600/andrea8.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Urr3Lur1lRU/TihSE8QJqNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/npVSlhyLy9s/s320/andrea8.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631841578873628882" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019322011-07-04T18:00:00-06:002022-05-11T08:50:44-06:00Lyrics: The Tower<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rapunzel, rapunzel let down your golden hair</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tumbling, fumbling from your fairy tale</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hold through these witching years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A tangle of fragile tears, so lost</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You thought that I could not hear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your lonely song, oh I know your fears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For you're locked in this tower of feeling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No key, no door</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You've waited all twisted and plaited</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To become so much more</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You hope for a prince to come</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Who shall he save you from, yourself? </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No one can gift you freedom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's a window made through beauty's ransom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh, you're locked in this tower of feeling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No key, no door</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You've waited all twisted and plaited</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To become so so so much more</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rapunzel, rapunzel let down this hurting cage</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rapunzel, rapunzel release this binding gauge</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rapunzel, the tower is yours to change</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">One day these shadows long</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Will fall to your brilliant song, I swear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">We all wander blind for years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Only to open and see so clear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No longer this tower of feeling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">With no key, no door</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Don't wait all twisted and plaited</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To become so much more</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You are more.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019312011-06-19T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:42:47-06:00Musings: sparrow<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">All is silent but the sparrow praising the light, pouring his goodness to sky and tree, root and leaf. The sun crests the day, as if climbing towards that final, but never final zenith, the marathon is almost done. Soon it will be the downhill slide towards the thin strung light of the snow. It seems funny that we can never just love the moment, always finding the decay within the bloom. Always hearing the screeching future, all tumbling leaves and sharp disintegration. I relish this though, the small opening of space that the soft morning offers. It seems like silence, but when I sit, I hear the faint traces of the ocean in the trees and the sparrow. Oh how he sings, he doesn't remember the fall from grace, the closed garden gates. The fruit is nothing more than a song to him, seeds passed, made ready to blossom infinitely. I listen and think maybe somewhere in the chorus of silence are the collective breaths and I smile for the small goodness in the world.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019302011-06-13T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:41:32-06:00Rapunzel<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The sun seems to tumble forth these days, spilling past the confines of the day. There is a spiral towards to the summer solstice, that feels as if I just fall into the light, and am buoyant upon it's diffuse waves. This is my favorite week in Calgary. It is a different week every year, but it is always when the crabapples explode into colour and the air is sweet with the fragrance of Maydays. The lilacs are waking and the new leaves still that sticky green that is never more brilliant than in the moment of their unfurling. What beauty surrounds! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am looking forward to heading Northwest to Water Valley in just a few weeks. The festival has an colloquial feeling to it. It is all sunshine and the strands of music encasing this small town in a joyous mood. It is an easy going festival, that invites both listeners and performers to relax into a shared love of music. It truly creates this magical vibe. I am practicing these days for that, letting my fingers find their place on my violin, while the leaves rustle outside my window. Occasionally I will see a hare bound by as I practice, at which point, I am always running for my camera, and trying to get outside before the hare disappears. I am as Alice constantly falling down the rabbit hole ~laugh~. Still, I find myself enjoying the chase. There is a certain harmony to following the birdsong and hare tracks, it mirrors in some way my lyric chasing. I often find words placed within my head after walking amidst the trees and watching the cloud prints in the sky. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It has been in my head to write about Rapunzel for a long time. There is so much rich imagery to be found within it, but it was difficult to find my way into the lyric of the song. I started it a dozen times, from all different perspectives, but nothing was settling until it all came crashing into me while playing and daydreaming one day. I have known many teenagers in my life, and so vividly remember being one. It is as yesterday to me, all the drama, the struggle for independence and sense of self. Most of all I remember the yearning, oh how I yearned. It is a time as if possessed, highly emotive and bewitched almost. Somehow it just all makes sense to me that Rapunzel is the one to give voice to such longing to become.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your golden hair</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tumbling, fumbling from your fairytale</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hold through these witching years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A tangle of fragile tears, so lost</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You thought that I could not hear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your lonely song, oh I know your fears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For you're locked in this tower of feeling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No key, no door</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You've waited all twisted and plaited</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To become so much more</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You hope for a prince to come</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Who shall he save you from, yourself?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No one can gift you freedom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's a cut you make through beauty's ransom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh you're locked in this tower of feeling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No key, no door</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You've waited all twisted and plaited</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To become so, oh so much more</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019292011-05-06T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T09:52:36-07:00A review: New Age Retailer<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I still feel so excited when a new review comes my way. This one is from the October 2010 edition of </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.bluetoad.com/publication/?i=47418&p=65" target="_blank">New Age Retailer Magazine</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"Many Comparisons will be made between Sora’s Heartwood and any of Loreena McKennitt’s CDs since both feature heavenly voices paired with both older and more contemporary instruments, spinning accessible melodies with Celtic and British Isles influences, as well as some Early Music, classical and world touches. Heartwood could easily connect Sora to a much wider audience, which she soundly deserves. Her haunting, delicate voice conveys emotion effortlessly, whether the accompaniment is sparse or full, the mood uptempo or sedate, or the lyrical content personal or mythical. Bonus: Full lyrics are included – hurray!"</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019282011-05-03T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:37:35-06:00May Day<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A32Q3vM7E4Q/TcGrNU8qnbI/AAAAAAAAASA/CQrynpEVK9M/s1600/butterflies4.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A32Q3vM7E4Q/TcGrNU8qnbI/AAAAAAAAASA/CQrynpEVK9M/s320/butterflies4.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602947656875417010" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On days when the sun is soft in the trees and the wind is a wandering song, I am so very thankful to have the time and ability to stand by my willow tree amidst the delicate contentment of butterflies and bees....</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019272011-04-29T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:35:25-06:00The Beautiful End of April: Video Blog<p> </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019262011-04-26T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:34:30-06:00Drift Live Performance<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A video from my concert on Friday (The Fates: Song, Story and Myth). Would have been great to have the music holder down on the piano, I wasn't using it, though it was used for other things.</span><iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NgK6jvrrroc?fs=1" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" width="425"></iframe></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019252011-04-26T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:33:10-06:00Eurydice Live Performance<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A video of "Eurydice" from the Fates: Song, Story and Myth concert on Friday night. We had to decide at the beginning where to place the camera as the room was almost entirely filled with chairs...might have been cool to have it from the side of the piano where you could see me ~laugh~, or if I had thought to put down the music holder on he piano (doh ~laugh).</span><iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zz-25xR_o24?fs=1" style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" width="425"></iframe></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019242011-04-22T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:32:00-06:00The Fates<p><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2PqkuVN5nA/TbNcxgvqHzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XW_6z2Ru1a4/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2PqkuVN5nA/TbNcxgvqHzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XW_6z2Ru1a4/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598920767424831282" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #000000;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Performances are like a dream within a day. You wake from them to realize 6 hours have passed from setup to take down and all that is left is a passing mood, and the echo of music. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I knew the night was successful when a photographer friend of mine said "I would have taken pictures but everyone was so still, I knew they would be irritated by the intrusion". That is all the magic I will ever need.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019232011-04-20T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:30:58-06:00Held Space<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What I love most about spring is the sound of water. The ice cracking along the river, the gurlged infinity of the spring melt, a sound that tumbles through the air in a lulling rhythm. While I await the first spring crocus, it is that one sound that carries me through April. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Time presses on me these days, I have to segregate my practice time, compartamentalize my brain into four separate concerts, with four very distinct set lists. When the robin is calling out my window, it can be difficult to concentrate, to pull myself into discipline and press straight all the kinks. Tonight though, my thoughts swirl around tomorrow's concert. There was this moment, in rehearsal about a week ago, when Catherine came to read the poems that create the space for the songs. It was a moment, when all the threaded thoughts and careful planning crumbled into the sweetest of still time. Her words were heavy, as the branch laden with apples, and there was nothing in my mind but those words, but the beheld space, and I almost cried out of the sheer pleasure of it. Of letting words carry me into the melody, held sound, held breath, held space. It was my want for this concert, to create a texture, a mood that doesn't just pass through but lingers and sings sweetly from within. It felt like a gift to be able to experience in the midst of it's creation. Yes, I can't wait to be in the space tomorrow and letting the harmonies ring me into stillness. What silence there is in sound. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is so much to look forward to. Next week I will sing with a choir behind me, something I could only dream of before this. Then Winnipeg, where I will be playing with such talented and beautiful players, I can't wait. How lovely is the spring to be so filled with the sounds of life and music!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019222011-04-16T18:00:00-06:002012-10-31T00:29:16-06:00The Spiritual Significance of Music<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What a deep and meaningful question "what is the spiritual significance of music?". It was a question I was asked for inclusion in a book about that exact question and one that I had to think about for awhile to come up with a suitable answer. What is most interesting is that anyone you ask will have a different answer. I don't what your answer would be but if you want to know what other musicians have said, please check it out </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.facebook.com/update_security_info.php?wizard=1#!/photo.php?fbid=10150153514982711&set=a.410901172710.186896.510182710&type=1&theater" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">here</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">!.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019212011-04-08T18:00:00-06:002021-06-21T10:13:20-06:00Spring! April Concert<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">April eases in, as soft as downy moonlight. One day it is winter and then the next I can hear the tumbling sound of water pressing outwards. The change is seamless, but somehow I always feel startled when I choose a jean jacket instead of a wool one. There is magic in the spring, something so profoundly moving as the snow melts to reveal grasses already sprouting from autumn's demise. I saw the first robin a week or so ago, and it's song was as if spring were at that moment unfolding from it's red breast. April feels blurred to me, as if the edges of it were water, uncontained by it's 30 days. It is both end and beginning. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It feels a good month to have a concert, which I am, with two other singers, Vanessa Cardui and Linda Faye Miller. We are also joined by the voice talents of Catherine Gell who will be reading poetry and verse between songs. It is at times, difficult to sum up such music, even my own I find hard to categorize. The title, though, truly states what it is: </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Fates: Song, Story and Myth II<br>Date: April 22, 8 pm<br>Venue: Cantos Music Foundation (134 11th Ave SE)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is a very strong possibility that this will be sold out in advance so if you would like a ticket, I urge you to purchase on in advance as once all the tickets are sold there will be none available at the door. Tickets can be bought at Xerion Homeopathie in Varsity or by emailing me sora@soramusic.ca</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The week went by in a blur, as I wrote and wrote and wrote. I was asked to write melody and some lyrics for some already existing bed tracks, which was something new to me, and quite intoxicating. I have been breathing and dreaming in sound, and today I am taking some time to come up from up from under this musical shade and enjoy the sounds of spring instead.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019192011-03-09T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T00:08:49-06:00The Art of Being<p> </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019202011-02-28T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T00:10:14-06:00Lyrical: Beginnings<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The stars they have walked in your absence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The saplings have grown to the sky</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The scent of your skin no longer lingers</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Nor remembrance of your eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My thoughts that once teemed with you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Are ghostly tracks</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You held all my secrets</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And took them when you left</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come back to me wayward lover</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come back with my heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I've lived all these years without it</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Always hoping you'd come back</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I dream that you come back</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My roots are memory and longing</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And no longer enough</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To hold me aloft as spring calls</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In blossoming loss</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I can't remember all I don't know</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You once did</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The wind is echoes these days</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">With we lost within</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come back to me wayward lover</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come back with my heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I've lived all these years without it</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Always hoping you'd come back</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I dream that you come back</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come back</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019182011-02-25T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T00:07:02-06:00Waking and Ents<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Saturday mornings are the best. There is something so peaceful about easing into wakefulness with the shifting canopy of light rather than through the harshness of the blaring alarm. I like sifting through the dreams as if they were silt carried and deposited by the meandering river of sleep. I float in and out of that water and gather closely to me the fragments of throughts that become dreams, and dreams that become thoughts. At times, I cannot untangle which is which, and have no desire to try. It is my favorite way to wake up, the day just unfolds from such a morning slowly, as if it must sun itself to find some energy. So my thoughts run dreamily today. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is a poem from Tolkien that Treebeard, the Ent recites to one of the hobbits. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-style: italic;">Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves<br>And dreams of trees untold<br>When woodland halls are green and cool<br>And the wind is in the west<br>Come back to me<br>Come back to me<br>And say my land is best</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I always like it, and have been dreaming of writing a song about such immense longing. That kind of emotion, that pierces through the heart and spans many lifetimes always calls to me to form melodies and lyrics. I wasn't sure how to start it until walking with my family one night in the darkened woods. The stars were clear and in the encasement of the steep hills of the ravine near where I live, the city lights couldn't reach us, so the stars went on forever. As we walked up the easement, my son asked me "how do the stars walk?". I could feel my eyes going inwards and the rising of the sweet feeling of melody overtaking.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thus starts another song</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The stars, they have walked in your absence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The saplings have grown to the sky</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The scent of your skin no longer plagues me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Nor remembrance of your eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come back to me my lover</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come back to me...</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019172011-02-21T17:00:00-07:002021-08-12T10:44:40-06:00New Lyrics<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The concepts for songs always germinate long before I write the first words. There seems to be this settling period in which I don't even truly think about a song so much as I muse around themes and try to find my way through the timeless archetypes that seemingly all songs seem to center around: love, sorrow, grief, journeyes. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So when asked to write a song for a very interesting independant short film script about death and moving on, I sat on the thoughts for months and months. Death has always been difficult for me to form words around, everything I come up with seems trite in the face of oblivion. In the end, it always comes back around to the beginning and from this simple truth came this one line "I didn't know that dying would be so hard". And with that one line, a song flows, line after line, words tumbling after each other to place themselves in this picture of almost despondency but hopefully with some truth as well. Some believe death is release, and it probably is for most. Perhaps though, love, though the most hopeful and beautiful of emotions, is a chain that ties us to another without the physical body with which to manifest it.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;">Moving On</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I didn't know that dying would be so hard</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I couldn't know the light would fade away</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When I just would not let you go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And now I'm lost to time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Close your eyes, darling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And let me lie with silence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I'd tell you I'll be there when you wake</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The truth we know</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Morning is gone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I cry in shades of grey</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I need to move on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Move on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My yearning heart isn't strong enough </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To hold you through the veil</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I didn't want for you to live this dead life</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Where I am gone but ever presently</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My voice, the static loop of echoes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Requiem of fallen leaves</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let me go, release me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That I might know freedom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I'm bound in chains of memory</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Forgive of me, this selfish need</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To love beyond the dust and bones</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I need to move on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Move on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My yearning heart isn't strong enough</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To hold you through the veil</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I don't deserve your pedestal</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Please don't keep me this way</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Remember me, but let me fade</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The ashes of day</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I need to move on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Move on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My yearning heart isn't strong enough</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Strong enough</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To hold you through the veil</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To hold you through the veil.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019162011-02-12T17:00:00-07:002012-12-15T09:53:45-07:00In the Zone<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I was pretty stoked this morning to get up to an email saying 'Heartwood' was nominated for Best Vocal Album on the Zone Music Reporter. Very awesome! To check out all the nominees visit </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.zonemusicreporter.com/admin/nominees.asp" target="_blank">Zone Music Reporter</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yea!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019152011-02-04T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T00:03:07-06:00I heart cello<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TU4yrc1JjvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Ct1nEtUN4UQ/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TU4yrc1JjvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Ct1nEtUN4UQ/s320/DSC_0410.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570445511158763250" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When this one cello line was played today in the booth, I was busy bantering with the violinist, and it stopped me so completely I could do nothing but gape while my eyes filled with tears. It just was so heart breaking in it's poignancy. There was this one note, that literally left me gasping for air. How could I not sing my own heart out then for the lead vocal after that? Scorpion Moon just bleeds now, it aches and encapuslates more than just a story, it has something truthful to say, something real. It is these moments, as an artist, that I live for.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tomorrow is backup vocals, which I always find fun. All the pressure of the lead vocal is off and it's all about mood and nuance. In the meantime, a picture of myself with Wendy and Lenny Solomon (cello and violin).</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019142011-02-03T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T00:01:42-06:00Hiraeth baby!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Every song I write, I want to hear recorded. I think that is probably true of all musicians, although maybe not. I know for me, I want to sometimes just be the listener. To hear the song rather than be the one shaping the sound of it. To hear my voice, as the chords cradle it, as others hear it, rather than be ever conscious of breath, pitch and tone. And occasionally I write a song that feels so good in my bones that I get a deja vue feeling when it's finished. The feeling is almost that I knew the song before I wrote it, that I heard it before I heard it. Those are the ones I desperately want to record, the ones that contain within them a shiver of recognition to me, as if they are saying "YES, we waited so long for you to let us into the light". Hiraeth is one of those songs. So imagine for a moment the pure of joy of hearing this song leap into itself today. Joy, joy JOY! Above all other songs I have written, it was Hiraeth I desperately wanted to have recorded. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the decision making process that accompanies a demo recording, it never comes down to which song I love the most. It always comes down to which showcases my sound, what I am capable of. Sometimes it's the showier ones, but never it is just the song that stirs the artist in me. Hiraeth wasn't going to be on the demo because of the title, which is obscure (but which I love). And yet, here it is! I am so going to do a happy dance now ~laugh~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And listening back, I culd never have anticipated the direction it is taken which has a funky upbeat Enya vibe to it. There is something that reminds me of "Storms in Africa", the drums I think. And tomorrow, the cellist is coming in! In know I said it yesterday, but a cello! The sound of a cello is so sensual, full of longing and depth. How can I be anything but completely excited. There is the hugest smile on my face right now. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Today, being a musician is the greatest thing in the world.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019132011-02-02T17:00:00-07:002012-10-31T00:00:39-06:00Snowmagedon, showmagedon<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I love Toronto. I love the brick buildings, the solidness of them, as if they had always been there. I love the vibrancy of it, how the city feels pulsing with energy, a living entity. Every time I come here, I feel creative, blooming inside. Calgary has it's own charms, mostly in the way the land swallows up the city, strongarms all else until you can do nothing but stare at the sheer enormity of the sky. Toronto, the city is the heart, not the land, and I have definitely fallen for it's charming disposition. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Although I must say, I am quite disappointed by the snowmagedon ~laugh~. Seriously, does THIS look like SNOWMAGEDON to you? ~laugh~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TUt5dCz90lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jHz4LDDvVsw/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TUt5dCz90lI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jHz4LDDvVsw/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569678904051749458" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Studio days always create their own reality. The music takes over and time seems to slip by unnoticed until you stumble outside and realize 9 hours have passed. There is no tick tocking of clocks in the studio, time feels almost elastic, taut at times, and then recoiling when you least expect it. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What was going to be called Scheherazade may now be called Scorpion Moon. Though it pains me to admit it, I am a TERRIBLY titler. Ask me to write lyrics, and I definitely can do that. But come up with a title for a song, you would be better served to ask someone, anyone else. Even just some random person on the street. I cannot ever seem to come up with a title that says what I want to say, in a summation of sorts. I always feel as if the title must encapsulate the song, even though that is a somewhat ridiculous thought, and the prospect of one or two words doing such a task is always a mountainous responsibility to me. Usually I throw out a title and then someone will later say "why don't you call it....". And so my Scheherazade may become Scorpion Moon ~smile~. It was a very different experience for me to have a song so newly written in the studio. It had to morph and find it's way while being recorded, which usually happens while I practice, not in the studio. It meandered a bit until it found it's feet and now that today is done, I am completely stoked to hear the cello on it, which will be Saturday. CELLO! EEE! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TUuAybbw0tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/h8Idy-5zDXs/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TUuAybbw0tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/h8Idy-5zDXs/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569686968019768018" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I came with the intent to sing Immortal as the second song on this demo, and instead it comes to Hiraeth, which just feels like home, so I feel quite satisfied. It was a difficult day getting to Hiraeth in some ways, I just want to sing. It is the art of music that draws me in, and keeps me going through the long days, never the business of music. It is the weaving notes and moments that ache from within that enrapture me. That is the soul of music to me. It is such a joy to be free to live in this space wholly and completely for a few days. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TUuCGayiPHI/AAAAAAAAARA/tCGcAnb86B4/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TUuCGayiPHI/AAAAAAAAARA/tCGcAnb86B4/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569688410955857010" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The first sketch of Scorpion Moon is done, tomorrow Hiraeth. I cannot wait to hear it...I have been waiting for over a year to hear this one recorded. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The city is quiet, but there is still a humming buzz of energy that seems to lift from the pavement itself. Though I am bodily tired from the studio today, I feel too excited to settle, so I think it's time for a tea and some good conversation....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Till tomomrrow...</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019122011-02-01T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T23:59:20-06:00Snowmageddon<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">The best time to fly to Toronto to do a demo? 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I do feel a bit naked, it always feels that way with new songs, little pieces of me that I hold tightly against all buffeting words. There is a deep exposure that comes with the presentation of new material. It always feels vulnerable, and I feel protective of this world I have started to build for a new album. One of the songs coming with me to Toronto is one I was rushing to finish, and it is so new I am not even sure if the words are set, it is all still tumbling around in my head. It feels almost fragile as if the ink of the notes and words were still wet and easily smudged. I have been trying to sing it a bit, to let it sink into me but the excitement for the trip makes me dstractable, and I end up fidgeting and alternately packing and playing notes on my piano ~laugh~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Already the threads of these new songs are wrapping themselves around me and I can see myself falling headlong into the years it will take to bring this into fruition. My thoughts are full of strings and the stories. I don't even know which songs are going on the demo, which is at the same time exhilirating and terrifying. It means trust, not only in my voice, which has been difficult over the last few months of cold after tonsilitis after cold, but also in the process by which music comes into being. Trusting the voice that is my own unique perspective on the world. Trusting there is a place for me, for my music. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The air was particularly still today beneath the translucent sky. It's a moment, a quietness, the bottom of the breath that lays void before being filled again by the quick intake of air. That's what today feels like, space that will soon be filled with music, thoughts, activity, performance. But for now, I let the light hold me, let the snow blind me to all but the crystalline day. Tomorrow my breath fills again and this moment will be long gone, but for now, I will just be and perhaps dream a bit of desert eyes held within the fabled sun.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Scheherazade</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Spin me a tale for your life</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And make me believe again</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Take me away from this farce</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of monstrous and kingly vice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How I want you to love me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To love me unbound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How I want you to need me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To need me unfound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beneath your fabled sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And your scorpion moon</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I need you to want me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond the infinitesimal sands</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I see through this cunning plan</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A dervish of word's desire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And yet the wind to my fire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Is the honeyed voice of nomad eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How I want you to love me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To love me unbound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How I want you to need me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To need me unfound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beneath your fabled sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And your scorpion moon</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I need you to want me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond my infinitesimal crown</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh thousand nights</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Forgive this sabred pride</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That morning betrays</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Could it be</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My life will be redeemed</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To know</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To know</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To know that you love me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You love me unbound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To know that you need me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You need me unfound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beneath your fabled sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And your scorpion moon</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I need you to want me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As much as I want you</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019102011-01-27T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T23:56:24-06:00Cure for the January Blues<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The snow has started to fall, and already it feels a bit like the temperature quietly exiting the room. Looks like January has to have it's last hurrah. I figure though, a drumming circle performance is definitely a way to stay warm and positive on a cold winter's night, so I hope, if you live in Calgary, you will come out to the Circles of Rhythm "Rhythm Cafe" performance tonight. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">
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<br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What: Rhythm Cafe with yours truly performing</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Where: Inglewood Community Hall</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When: 7 - 10:30 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How: $20.00 </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">bring a drum if you have one!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019092011-01-17T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T23:55:02-06:00Performance: Rhythm Cafe<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Alright, here's a question for you. Who doesn't like world drums? Anyone? BUELLER? I knew it, who could NOT love world drumming? Which is why I am so excited to be performing at the Rhythm Cafe, which is a drumming circle that, starting this year, hosts a performer once a month as part of their drumming circle. I get to start off the year! All the information can be found at </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.circlesofrhythm.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Circles of Rhythm</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">or right here ~laugh~ </span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Date: January 28th</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Time: The drumming circle starts at 8 pm I am performing at 9 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Place: Inglewood Community Centre.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tickets: $20, go to the Circles of Rhythm website to purchase</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am going to be joined by the fabulous Jan Pearce on harp and Meno Lopes on drums.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019082011-01-03T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T23:53:40-06:00Scheherazade<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For at least a year, the desire to write a song of Scheherazade has been strong. It's funny to say such a thing, for it almost supposes I didn't have time to get to it. I did. And yet, often I have to find my way through a story, through and back again before I can write a song. It's not even about reading the story, but sorting the shuffling thoughts it brings. The why of my fascination with it. Often I ponder while I drive or in the space between sleep and wakefulness, random images rooting themselves through the endless words that fall through my mind. Then, one day, my fingers tangle themselves into a melody and my voice feels strong buffered against, words tumble from my lips as if they were Athena herself, birthed full of their own new glory. Or sometimes they feel more like the smallest pebble on a path, found, round and smooth with their own presumed use. It happens like this to me, and yet I am always surprised by it. In this case doubly surprised for Scheherazade is not to be her voice but the voice of the voracious and seemingly wicked King who would marry only to murder his bride the next day. The voice, it seems to chose me, when I try to push other ways, it just never works, so I sit and write and it is his voice that comes to me, not hers. hmmm. ~laugh~ We shall see where this leads....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Spin me a tale</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For your life</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And make me believe again</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Take me away</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">From this farce</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of monstrous and kingly vice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How I want you to love me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To love me unbound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How I want you to need me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To need me unfound</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beneath your fabled sun</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And your scorpion moon</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I need you to want me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond the infinitesmal sands</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019072010-12-22T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T10:07:06-06:00Light (December)<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am sitting on my bed, laptop on lap while the sun wavers through my windows as if diffused through water. The December sun often feels resigned to me as if it tried to climb the steps to the sky and became distracted along the way, stopping to kiss the tops of the trees and the low laying clouds. Barely lifting it's weary feet into the heavens, instead hovering on the edges of day, the guest that hangs in the doorway long past the ends of conversation. Still, I find great pleasure in what feels like an indulgence, to to washed, even with such fragile light feels contented. There is a synchronicity to my blogging wanderings today as I set out to mention a blog in which my song "Light" was reviewed. The blog post was all about the solstice and light. See? Synchronicity ~laugh~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So without further ado, I hope you will check it out as there are a few other artists reviewed there as well....</span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://oliverdiplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/parting-veil.html" target="_blank">Oliver di Place Blog</a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's all uphill from here, the nights will fade as day claws back it's reign...</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019062010-12-15T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T10:05:51-06:00New Distribution<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Often I wish to sit down companionably with my thoughts, to examine where my inspiration is leading. The days recently are so fluid, washing into each other, sweeping through time as a river flooding. It seems I borrow against time's oblivion with my pitiful plea "hold off, hold off, for just a moment". Time is a poor negotiator, or perhaps I am, as it devours me as easily as the wind does the autumn seeds. Doesn't help to be constantly battling against the miriad of colds and flus that seem rampant this year. When I desired nothing more than to stand in front of my mic recording my wandering thoughts, instead I spent yesterday in a fevered haze, a day passed without my knowledge or consent. Perhaps it's better to befriend time's ravages and woo the moments as they bloom rather than rue their passing. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very pleased to announce that, in addition to Prikosnovenie, I am being distributed by Projekt Darkwave in the US. Yea! </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.projekt.com/"><img src="http://www.projekt.com/assets/images/projektbanner01.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">They have a whole lot of cool music, so I urge you to check them out :)</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019052010-12-05T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T10:04:47-06:00A change of vision<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is something I love about being in a creative space, about becoming enraptured in someone else's vision for even just a few moments. At times it feels like being swept out of the self and beyond. My friend has a final portrait assignment for her photography class and I was lucky enough to be the model yesterday. Fun! It's awesome to be involved in a photo shoot that isn't about my music, just enjoying someone else's vision for a change. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Here is one of the pics....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TPzrEek2v8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/xIbkf7Dm5DM/s1600/154929_10150111593545977_535105976_7809551_4071536_n.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TPzrEek2v8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/xIbkf7Dm5DM/s320/154929_10150111593545977_535105976_7809551_4071536_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547567303173259202" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Photo credit: Beverley Titley</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019042010-12-02T17:00:00-07:002022-05-11T12:56:41-06:00As the crystal night...<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">descends us into that perfect December stillness, I receive a link to this pic in my inbox from one of my friends who braved that extreme summer heat in the hoodoos of Alberta to help me with my clay photo shoot....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TPmnAWVBkCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_YFYXCkZLg8/s1600/156730_10150109768535977_535105976_7778044_3609765_n.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TPmnAWVBkCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_YFYXCkZLg8/s320/156730_10150109768535977_535105976_7778044_3609765_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546648040519077922" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Photo credit: Beverley Titley</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019032010-11-27T17:00:00-07:002012-12-15T09:54:45-07:00Everything sounds better in Spanish<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That is my hypothesis anyway ~laugh~ See if you agree with me and read about my newest song "Legacy" on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.articmist.org/" target="_blank">Articmist.org</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I took one Spanish class in University mistakenly thinking that it was a lot like French and since I had just finished up with the bilingual program in High School that it would be a breeze. Very, very mistaken ~laugh~ Still, what's not to love about Spanish....I wish I could speak it!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019022010-11-15T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T10:01:23-06:00Waking Adrift<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">There is something so insular about sleeping through a storm and waking to find the world outside changed. I open dusted eyes to drifts pressed against a window though I did not hear such cold hands creeping in my dreams last night. I find pleasure in seeing the shapes night has taken upon new snow, the sculpted dunes, as if there were purpose in the driving wind. It is so human to find meaning where perhaps there is none, to feel as if each falling leaf and passing flock was meant to divine messages individually. Even in knowing the arrogance of it all, I cannot help but feel special to open my door and find the gift of artful creation delicately placed upon my November lawn.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019012010-11-03T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T09:55:37-07:00Song used in new book...<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's really cool that my song 'The Juniper' made it onto a CD that is included with a new children's book from Prikosnovenie called 'Lullabies and Legends from Broceliande'. The book can be found on their website </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.prikosnovenie.com/groupes/lullabies-from-broceliande.html" target="_blank">http://www.prikosnovenie.com/groupes/lullabies-from-broceliande.html</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. What I love the most is how the book showcases the beauty of the sun, moon, the quietly turning seasons and the magic found within all such transitions. I am honored to have my song as part of such an enchanting book.</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60019002010-11-01T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:59:13-06:00November<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I like the light in November. It wavers unassuminging as if it was unaware of its own frail beauty. I like how the day never quite feels like day, even at noon, there is the rush of the afternoon already gone in a sun too heavy to lift beyond it's own presence. I find myself sitting on the porch caught in the long shadows of grasses huskily singing. It is a fleeting moment, which catches me all the more, for I know that the warmth on my face cannot contain the rest of me. Still I am shocked when I touch cold fingers to lips that still are kissed by sun. November has a constancy I like despite the transient nature of the watered down light. It always feels the same, and beyond all other months, I can feel it's haunted eyes on me, and recognize it's keening call.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018992010-11-01T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T09:56:45-07:00Legacy available at CDbaby<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very pleased to say that my song "Legacy" is available to digitally download for 99 cents at CD baby. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Check it out at</span><span style="color: #800000;"> </span></span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sora4" target="_blank">www.cdbaby.com/cd/sora4</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018982010-10-25T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T13:56:24-07:00New Review of Heartwood<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">From the September edition of</span> </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.newageretailer.com/" target="_blank">New Age Retailer</a></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Many comparisons will be made between Sora’s Heartwood and any of Loreena McKennitt’s CDs, since both feature heavenly voices paired with both older and more contemporary instruments, spinning accessible melodies with Celtic and British Isles influences, as well as some Early Music, classical, and world touches. Heartwood could easily connect Sora to a much wider audience, which she soundly deserves. Her haunting, delicate voice conveys emotion effortlessly, whether the accompaniment is sparse or full, the mood uptempo or sedate, or the lyrical content personal or mythical. Bonus: Full lyrics are included—hurray!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">By Bill Binkelman</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018972010-10-19T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:55:25-06:00Lyrics: Paris<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In you my time unravels</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In you I am found</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Or maybe I'm remembered</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the dance that winds the stillness</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your glance upon the moment</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Is weighted by the years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Drowned by this desperate silence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">By a world that wants to hold you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I see you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond the masks</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You must wear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beauty's curse</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You shine like those</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Suns that crest </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The break of time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Formless waves in the dark</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You offered me the pieces</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Discared on the way</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cut from my branches bleeding</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In a garden of tangled roses</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You spill over the edges</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of what is safe to know</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am the wind that follows madly</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Deeply your freedom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I see you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond the past</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That you wear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beauty's curse</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You shine like those </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Suns that crest </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The break of time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Formless waves of light</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let us be the notes between</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh, let us be who we'd be</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Who we'd be without time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Time is a golden apple</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A choice without a choice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is no place beyond you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You are the song and the singer</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I see you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You're the ripples of light</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That laugh upon my sea</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018962010-10-15T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T09:58:49-07:00CKUW: Legacy<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Legacy is being played on the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://sorasinger.blogspot.ca/www.ckuw.ca" target="_blank">CKUW</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> show "Shades of Classics" tomorrow morning. The show runs from 8-10am Central time and the show will be archived as well, if you don't quite get up that early on Sunday mornings ~smile~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thanks John!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018952010-10-06T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:53:11-06:00Video Blog: Legacy Event<p> </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018942010-10-06T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T10:00:36-07:00The Legacy of Legacy<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Not only am I singing tonight at a fabulous 100 year celebration honouring the Legacy of</span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.calgaryfamily.org/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"> </span>Calgary Family Services</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">,</span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"> but was also featured in an article in the Herald today! Page 3 of the entertainment section! The smile will NOT leave my face. The sun is shining, the wind feels soft, today is a beautiful day to sing, to celebrate, to rejoice! I was so excited last night, it was hard to sleep. Silly? definitely. Passionate? most certainly. ~smile~ I just warmed up my voice, it feels strong and clear. I can't wait for tonight! </span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will be uploading the song "Legacy", written specially for this event and Calgary Family Services, to my website tomorrow...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TK4Uy3VrFmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/LXz_Qork1d4/s1600/Herald-front-October7,+2010.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TK4Uy3VrFmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/LXz_Qork1d4/s320/Herald-front-October7,+2010.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525376656911046242" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 119px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TK4Vh1xAFRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gqkhnS_wvCY/s1600/Herald-October7,2010.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TK4Vh1xAFRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gqkhnS_wvCY/s320/Herald-October7,2010.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525377463942649106" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 320px;" /></a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018932010-10-03T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:51:03-06:00How I love Autumn<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I could fall in love in autumn. And have a time or two. Something about the sweet luminosity of it, makes me sway into it, swoon into yellows that still hold light and heat, the postcards of summer. Perhaps it is the fleeting nature that calls out to be worshiped now. There is no later in autumn. Later is barren trees, and shriveled leaves, crunching as old bones beneath my feet. There is only now, the cry to love in this moment, in case there is no tomorrow. I like the transient feeling of it, the presentness, the demands it makes of me, absorbing my attention like new love.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018922010-10-01T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:50:08-06:00Moving on: Musings<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The night is companionable right now. The kind of night I find my windows open, so that I can catch the upward drift of shadowed breeze. The kind of night I could let go the coiled time that so easily squeezes and slide instead into a forest walk that knows not form or place. It only knows the dreamscapes of thoughts that web through my mind when the day no longer holds sway. I want to listen to music on such nights, that seeps rather than calls to attention it's presence. And above all else, I want to slide into the air, and walk beyond my name, beyond my time and place. I want to lay on the grass so quietly letting go it's warmth and seach out the tiniest sliver of moon, draw stories around it within the cool air. It seems a good night to muse. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am conceptualizing a song about moving on, about passing through death and into beyond. I am not sure I have anything meaningful to say on the subject. So I ponder a bit how to come to this topic, that I have up to this point avoided purposefully because I feel pressed upon by the cliche of all that has come before. Maybe that is my point in all of this, that there is no way to talk about death and have some sort of new thought. I suppose for me I am thinking less of those that are left, that IS something I have written within my music, but more of the moment of letting go...for the soul that is to pass. Pass into what, I don't know. I wonder if the letting go is an act of faith or one of pure release. I wonder how difficult it is to let go of the body that has housed for so long. The face that defines much of how we conceptualize the self. When you close your eyes and imagine yourself, do you see what you look like? I am not quite ready to write this song, so I write and sit in the dark with a glass of wine, desiring to let go myself and wander into the night.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018912010-09-27T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:48:56-06:00Islands<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">We never had oak island</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I always wished we had</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I never was named by you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Or claimed upon your sand</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That moment you let yourself</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Be dreamt into my arms</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Was always to be recoiled</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In the waves of silence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In your heart </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What use was my love</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That emptied to a hollow sea?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of salt and fog</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I woke to the land falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As shadowed cries of you. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I wonder which lover gutted</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your slender, fleeting smile</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The tracing of scars littered</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On fencepost in your mind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your words spoke of nothing lost</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fractal, shifting light</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yet, even the blind can't ease</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The husked debris of passing eyes </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What use was my love</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That emptied to a hollow sea?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of duned memory</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I woke the wind scattered</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pieces of all that we held</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All of our truth</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Nothing but worn out sleight of hand</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Were we just mirrors of our need? </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What use was my love</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That emptied to this hollow sea?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of translucent years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I woke to the isle keening</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For one real moment with you. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">We never had oak island.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018902010-09-16T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:47:45-06:00Review: Elevated Difference<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Review from </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://elevatedifference.com/review/heartwood" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Elevate Difference</span></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Canadian artist Sora lists Loreena McKennitt as one of her greatest musical influences, a fact that is apparent on her latest musical effort, Heartwood. A beautifully put together collection of songs that conjure up druid celebrations and ancient royal courts, the album is reminiscent of McKennitt's modern Celtic style. Inspiration aside, Sora is very much her own artist and Heartwood showcases her talents as both a singer and songwriter.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The title track is a great beginning to the album, and a wonderful introduction to Sora's artistic abilities. She has a classically beautiful voice that can be strong, airy, or sorrowful. For the most part, Heartwood's tracks are pretty, soothing songs that remind one of laughter, love, and sun-filled days. The album offers some variety with Sora delving into her dark side for a few songs.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The best of these darker tunes is “Eurydice,” a haunting song that possesses a hypnotic beat and seductive lyrics. The instrumentals on the album are also well done, blending perfectly with Sora's vocals. The violin and piano work is especially impressive on “Drift” and “Winter.” On both tracks, the music perfectly sets the tone for the listener before seamlessly weaving itself in with Sora's voice, making for wonderful pieces of audio art.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The cover art on Heartwood is a simple photo of Sora, tinted in warm shades of brown and gold with some etchings behind her. Heartwood also features an insert booklet with the lyrics for each song—something I personally find extremely helpful—as well as photographs of whimsical items such as feathers, leaves, stones, and bits of ribbon. The earthy yet enchanting look reflects the tone of the album and gives the listener a good indication of the mood Sora is trying to set.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">With its powerful vocals and mesmerizing instrumentals, Heartwood is an album that will not disappoint. Long-time Celtic fans and those new to the genre should find it a satisfying listening experience.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Posted September 4th, 2010</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">By Victoria Kroeger</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018892010-09-15T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:46:28-06:00The September Rain<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">loosens in opening sheets against the window, a grey backdrop to my dreams. It seems to haunt me after all these weeks, the sound ever so slowly sliding into my skin, a film on my notions of this place. There is a settling to it, that belays change I cannot find voice for. Today it feels somewhat like being occupied, foreign water on the blood of home. I should write music today, that song that wakes me in the middle of the night is needling me, but I have trouble moving beyond the greyscapes of an autumn hijacked for a price that hasn't yet been named. The rain pulls at me to sleep.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018882010-09-10T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:44:39-06:00Musings: The Fallen Leaf<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I love this time of year. No matter how desperate I am for each season to arrive, there is a part of me that could live in a Lothlorian autumn forever. I walk softly and close my eyes if just to hear the fleeting tumble of each leaf. There is a syncronicity to seeing a bronzed leaf fall, a presentness to the orchestration of it. A moment earlier, and it would still be precariously held by the roots. The last hug before inevitable goodbye, swift, fierce and ephemeral. A moment later and already it would be decaying, the chthonic body of a womb brought in upon itself. Such moments are not really moments, for they are contained within the movement itself of such transient metamorphosis. It is gliding time passing through, change that cannot be held. I have yet to be able to capture as a picture that descent from summer into autumn. Some days it's better not to try and to rather be in the stillness amidst precipitous release. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TIvzoo3gClI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nt_Yp27MMD8/s1600/coulee2.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TIvzoo3gClI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nt_Yp27MMD8/s320/coulee2.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515770048135826002" style=" margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TIvzhOESg0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/b750oACTkdY/s1600/dogwood.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TIvzhOESg0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/b750oACTkdY/s320/dogwood.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515769920682623810" style=" margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TIvzuMjFZqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hJj7ashnth4/s1600/coulee5.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TIvzuMjFZqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hJj7ashnth4/s320/coulee5.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515770143613216418" style=" margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018872010-09-06T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T09:42:11-06:00Lyrics Beginnings<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">We never had oak island</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I always wished we had</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I never was named by you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Or claimed upon your sand</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That moment you let yourself</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Be dreamt into my arms</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Was always to be recoiled</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">By waves of silence in your heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What use was my love</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That emptied to the hollow seas?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Salt and dune</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I've woke to the land falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As shadowed cries of you</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018862010-08-26T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:31:59-06:00Lyrics: Giants Causeway<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The sun is moody in the quickening sky. The wind a counterpoint to my restless dreams, snaking into my tumbled arms and calling within my night reveries. I lingers on my skin long into day, like the kisses of a negligent lover. Even now, as the afternoon glows the wind is a rumble beneath the translucent crystal sky and I quiver. It shakes loose from within me cascading thoughts, that fall from fingers worn, from lips parched. It has entangled me and I know long into sleep I will be tossing upon its anxious currents. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I welcome it though, for I am rattled and feel the need to write. I had meant to finish the lyrics to a song I was asked to write for an short independent film being made in the US. Patriotism was the theme, but the film is less about patriotism than about misplace patriotism. It was muddled in my head for quite awhile and I could not seem to find a start. Should it be about love of nation or love of land? What is it that cannot be taken from us, even when oppressed, what is worth fighting for? These are all questions that I asked myself as I struggled to find an opening line that didn't sound blind and full of ego. And then, it appeared. Fully formed words as if placed in my mind. It was the wind rattling and shaking and this is what fell out. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px; font-weight: bold;"><br>Giant's Causeway</span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Wings of the featherless cry</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Brought to the brink and asked to fly</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fly on the razor sharp oath</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Words that taste something like blood</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Blood</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Iron and blood</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Bound to the dicates on high</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Torches held up to burn the sky</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sky falling cinders rain down</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Ashen tears, the colour of pride</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pride</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fire and Pride</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What giants were born </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Have long since gone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And laid down their bones</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On the causeway of freedom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not fade</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not let go </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of this land that weeps in me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Raised to the wavering flag</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Foreigners all on fields of glass</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Glass is the heart as it lays</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Open in streams, spears of the path</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Path</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pathway called home</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What giants were born</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Have long since gone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And laid down their bones</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On the causeway of freedom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not fade</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not let go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of this land that weeps in me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not let fear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On its splintered shield</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Call the shadowed ease in me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rouse to the battering wave</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hold to the truth of verdant days</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Days ere the sun ever rise</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Covenant stand, give life to hope</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hope</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Honor and hope</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What giants were born</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Have long since gone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And laid down their bones</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On the causeway of freedom</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not fade</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will not let go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of this land that weeps in me</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018852010-08-21T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:30:08-06:00Musings: Lake<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The sky chokes with invading smoke from forest fires in British Columbia. I stand on the edge of a lake, a mosaic of Aegean glass and find not relief, but something more primal, the swelling call of water. There is a depth to the water that is reminiscent of a painting abstract and soulful. Within the hazed stinging eyes I find myself longing to throw paint in turquoise and green and call from within a mountain lake lost to time.</span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/THFIXeISxYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FkGEpVRoxmM/s1600/grassilakes12.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/THFIXeISxYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FkGEpVRoxmM/s320/grassilakes12.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508263387312866690" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018842010-08-20T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:29:09-06:00Musings: Patriotism<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I have been asked to write a song for an independent short film that deals with the notion of patriotism, through the filter of both America and Ireland. I am quite excited to contribute a song, and while it would have been easy to find some good old Irish ditty and then wrote my own melody, that never feels satisfying to me. I have to delve, to root in the notion of it and find my own way through the concept. It has been a haze in my mind for the last few weeks, I cannot seem to discern anything real, all feels vague, mountainous shapes that lack any detail. I am not particularly patriotic myself. I feel disconnected from government and feel no swell in my heart when I sing the national anthem. Yet, there is a simple pride in naming myself that way, so I know there is some identity that I wear. There is some need in me to unveil this pride, to understand its origin. What is it that makes a country? The land? The people? The culture? The religion? Of the land there is no question to me, it seems to have its own consciousness and shapes the people that live there. There is an interaction that occurs and it often feels that the creative output of any given place is infused with some indescribable presence that exhumes itself over and over. Of course I then have to ask, are we so shaped by where we live or do we choose to live where the forms the land presses upon us feel resonant? Are we drawn to where we fit? Of the culture, that is where I start to feel as if I am wading through mud. I am long bothered by wars that pit one way of being or thinking against another. There seems no end to such hate and fear that masks itself behind notions of love for country and love for god. I often think of patriotism as blind following, but perhaps there are other ways of decoding such a feeling. When a country values freedom in its laws and practices, does it not stand to reason that being free to choose one's course of action and taking such choice despite all manner of pressure could be seen as an act of patriotism? That is patriotism I could get behind. It is the following, the razor sharp oaths forced on unwilling tongues that have me shunning the idea of calling myself a patriot. The lyrics for this song do not come easily, so I write, and wait for the tumbling thoughts to settle into a pattern, like reading tea leaves ~laugh~</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018832010-08-15T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:28:05-06:00Trailer for Eurydice Video<p> </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018822010-08-15T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:27:04-06:00Come by the Hills Festival<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It is the little moments, when that one note is punctuated by leafsong and the wind touches my cheek in shared remembrance that live in and of themselves without the need of past and future. It is the shiver of tumbling chords and the sweet shaped air that passes across my lips as tenderly as ebbed dunes of sand. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Come by the Hills Celtic Festival at the Mistahiya Lodge near Wainwright, AB</span></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGla_HQUeoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5AEwX5t6NKo/s1600/comebythehills1.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGla_HQUeoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5AEwX5t6NKo/s320/comebythehills1.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506032059762899586" style=" margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGlbN3X25wI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VvFb9dVFpTI/s1600/comebythehills2.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGlbN3X25wI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VvFb9dVFpTI/s320/comebythehills2.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506032313197586178" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGlcNvEuhQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TJhJLbzVJEc/s1600/comebythehills3.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGlcNvEuhQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TJhJLbzVJEc/s320/comebythehills3.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506033410481489154" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018812010-08-08T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:25:44-06:00Pictures: Legacy<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Pictures from the "Legacy" project.</span></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGCArB6Xk3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/6qEnNSAwlmI/s1600/31124_10150207712245788_666065787_12957177_5905721_n.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGCArB6Xk3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/6qEnNSAwlmI/s320/31124_10150207712245788_666065787_12957177_5905721_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503540221382726514" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGCA8BgH3zI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7REElSRES_c/s1600/31124_10150207712265788_666065787_12957178_5370777_n.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TGCA8BgH3zI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7REElSRES_c/s320/31124_10150207712265788_666065787_12957178_5370777_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503540513330421554" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018802010-08-08T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T10:03:42-07:00Festival Date: August 15<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I will be singing at the Mistahiya Lodge near Wainswright on Sunday, August 15 at 2 pm. This is part of a inaugural Celtic music festival. Tickets are $30. More information can be found at the following website</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.mistahiya.com/" target="_blank">http://www.mistahiya.com/</a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018792010-08-08T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:23:24-06:00Summer musings<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Today smells of summer, of light through leaves, translucent heat. That scent is an opening, one I gladly walk through, into a fluttering calmness that is of now and nothing else. All summer's past flakes away, a crumbling book long since forgotten beyond random phrases that float in and out, as sun on the water. I must lay in the clover and let this pervasive immediacy enfold me. It is the pressing of nothing, of thoughts that as pollen in the wind, barely formed holding seeds for tomorrow. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On my lips today are the words "Come back to me" a distant mantra of trees lost in memory, too long rooted, immbolized in dreaming. I feel potent with words, as if they are a climbing vine passively breaking all resistance. It is a good day to lay in the sun.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018782010-08-07T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:21:35-06:00Lyrics: Clay<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay hands</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fragile in beauty </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay dreams falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Falling shards to ground</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh father, father I tried my best</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To make real the life of this flesh</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So molded and sculpted by you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For this spark I die</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Die over and over again</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay thoughts</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay fears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Shaped to be brittle</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay jar filling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Filling with hope to be more</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh father, father I tried to be</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All you made me to be</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I tumble, descending from you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For this spark I die</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Die over and over again</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh father, father</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I’m more than just</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rolled dust, tears of a golem</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For this knowledge I slip down</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">These hollowed casts and break</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">This clay shame bleeding (Clay shame, clay needs) </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay needs heeding (Graceless and dirty)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay will numbing (Clay will crumbling)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Clay ties crumbling (Crumbling, dust to mouth)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh punished life, forgive of me (Oh father, father I’ve bled all my nails)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">This sentient heart (Clawed earth and rusted blood)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Alluvial fire (Scoured by this fire, I’m cracked)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cracking all that I thought I could be (Cracked all that I thought I could be)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All of me (Know me, father)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Please let me (Love me, father)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Break down these chains (Let go of these chains)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That I might die (That die, die)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Die over and over again (Over and over again)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(Clay hands, clay heart)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">(Fragile in beauty)</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018772010-08-04T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:20:23-06:00Musings: Morning<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I wake in air saddened by summer's demise. I lay in the cool bleak light with my eyes closed trying to recall what memory it is waking within me. Beyond my wandering fingers flipping through the files of mornings past is that sound, of distant cars shaking within the hills themselves. It is that sound, a constant trembling, and the shape of the light, a sleek whale shadowing the oceaned sky that feels as familiar as a hummed dream. Yet within it, I cannot find form, only blurred thoughts and aching that no longer has a place. What are these displaced feelings? How do they find themselves detached, orphans lost in contextual no-mans land? I cannot quite shake this feeling that is no feeling, and I float into today on an ocean with no islands in sight.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018762010-07-31T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T02:15:24-06:00Photos: Clay Shoot<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A few preliminary pictures from the "clay" photo shoot. Most of these are sans clay because we decided to start out the day without the clay, you can't easily take off the clay, so start without and then add later... ~laugh~ </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Photographer: Adrea Jolyn</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Makeup Artist: Jackie Johnson (Makeup by Jackie)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Assistans: Tamara Lacelle, Beverley Titley</span></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYPyU58LoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5RnODtc27r4/s1600/clay4.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYPyU58LoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5RnODtc27r4/s320/clay4.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500601352159243906" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYP7F64SzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DZUFDYnrOEY/s1600/clay3.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYP7F64SzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DZUFDYnrOEY/s320/clay3.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500601502755474226" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYQBFKIozI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2zO8VOI0Vuk/s1600/clay5.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYQBFKIozI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2zO8VOI0Vuk/s320/clay5.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500601605630239538" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYQIAVrTQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/f48gFUYwRwE/s1600/clay1.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFYQIAVrTQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/f48gFUYwRwE/s320/clay1.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500601724595555586" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" /></a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018752010-07-28T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:43:33-06:00Indelible: Lyrics<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Wind on the ocean,</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Heart of the sea</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Restless and searching</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For shores yet unseen</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Infinite waves in</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Colliding streams</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pebbles and echoes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tossed through the years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Indelible dream is your indelible heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You gave me the tidal, the places between</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">We are of stardust</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Falling through time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beauty unfolding</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In hands intertwined</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Spiraling thread</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tendriled and fine</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Blossoming doorways</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For me to find</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Indelible dream of your indelible song</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You gave me the twilight, the place I belong</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Indelible arc of your indelible eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That see through my veils, the places I hide</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You trace on my back</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your endless love</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Whispers and runes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Alchemy secrets</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cocoons of</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Woven wings</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gossamer trust</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Made by you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pressings of sweet words</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cut from the sky</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Petals and cloud shapes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Like sweet autumn wine</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Days of dreams spinning</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Each reverie laid</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Held in the binding</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018742010-07-27T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:42:03-06:00Behind the Scenes Photos<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">While I don't have all the pictures from my recent sojourn into the badlands for that elusive usable photo, I DO have a few behind the scenes photos. The whole idea was to use clay, which turned out to be awfully similar in colour to my own skin! Well, you can see for yourself in the pictures below...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDIpy4yF2I/AAAAAAAAANk/hPiYQW3QXwQ/s1600/clay1.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDIpy4yF2I/AAAAAAAAANk/hPiYQW3QXwQ/s320/clay1.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499115765379503970" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDI3h7KIzI/AAAAAAAAANs/HWZTxNMpems/s1600/clay2.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDI3h7KIzI/AAAAAAAAANs/HWZTxNMpems/s320/clay2.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499116001344234290" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDI_5ibCSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/j_1e9jS0Ni8/s1600/clay3.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDI_5ibCSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/j_1e9jS0Ni8/s320/clay3.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499116145121888546" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDJS02Lb_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/eRY4oejvvW4/s1600/clay4.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDJS02Lb_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/eRY4oejvvW4/s320/clay4.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499116470280089586" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDJvEOEvDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NVoLPNgk8Xk/s1600/clay6.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TFDJvEOEvDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NVoLPNgk8Xk/s320/clay6.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499116955443182642" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018732010-07-27T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:39:45-06:00Winnipeg Air<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The air in Winnipeg lays upon me, heavy with the lake wrung into into its fibrous veins. I haven't turned on the air conditioning as my throat is barely acceptable for singing and air conditioning only serves to aggravate any trace of a cough or sore throat. It seems this is always the crux for me. When it's good, my voice flows like silken scotch, smoothly through my throat. When it's not, I struggle to ease myself around it, holding it preciously, as if I could break it, glass notes, if I exert too much force. I am struck by the goodness of people here, the offering of time and being. The other night, a man invited me into his home to use his piano. A man that had no reason to trust me, but one whoe could see in me, that I really needed to practice for a TV appearance that unexpectedly gifted into my slightly shaky hands. Since I hadn't touched my own piano for about a month, I was feeling a bit distraught at the idea of playing, and somehow the very air here aligned so that when I talked, it was my need that strung between us. He offered his house, his partner answered the door and between the two of them I was humbled by such trust. While I played, the sky churned, thunder rumbling in the ground. Rain fell as notes, as if the sky was suddenly overturned. The air sentient, and me, an underwater creature, fingers graceful in the liquid breath. Afterwards, she drives me to the hotel, another gift and says "look at the sky". It is aerated in plugs of salmon orange amidst the coiling blue. It strikes itself on the very heart, thick as blood.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I find myself loathe to leave, and somehow it is the air here that holds all this. It is heavy with secret thoughts, with lyricism. But I have looked at the clock this very second and it is time for me to say goodbye to Winnipeg. Calgary will suck all this from my lungs, it is it's own vacuum...for now, I will breath this swimming air....</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018722010-07-26T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:37:44-06:00New Reviews: Camrose Canadian, Celtic mp3<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A couple of new reviews! yea! I've put a little sample of the reviews here in my blog, the rest can be found in my review section for Heartwood OR by clicking on the links below to see them at their source.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.camrosecanadian.com/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=2666721&auth=MURRAY%20GREEN%20Camrose%20Canadian" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Camrose Canadian</span></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">After a full day of stress, nothing is more relaxing than listening to Sora's CD Heartwood.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">With each word she paints a picture of calmness that can take your thoughts away to a distant place of serenity. Sora's ability to conjure scenes of nature through her lyrics stems from the deep meaning she finds in the natural world...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://celticmp3s.com/2010/07/review-heartwood-by-sora/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Celtic mp3</span></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Some musicians are performers and some are true artists. It seems clear from every detail of “Heartwood” that Sora belongs in the latter category. Take a listen and you will be restored.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018712010-07-25T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:34:01-06:00Winnipeg Video Tweet<p> </p>
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<p><span style="color: #997066; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;">Hola from Winnipeg! Trying out a new video blog...more like a video tweet ~laugh~. That just sounds funny ~laugh~.</span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018702010-07-13T18:00:00-06:002022-02-20T05:44:04-07:00Light Video: I need your help!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TD3GtqCSVfI/AAAAAAAAANc/dyiawky_VNs/s1600/sora-light.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TD3GtqCSVfI/AAAAAAAAANc/dyiawky_VNs/s320/sora-light.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493765608142165490" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As the final production work nears completion on my video for "Eurydice" - - I have started planning for my next video for my song "Light".</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And this time - I want to co-create it with you!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">This is all that I need you to do:</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">1. Listen to the song. :) (found on the player on my website www.soramusic.ca)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">2. Send me an image (sora@soramusic.ca) that creatively completes this phrase: </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"The light inside will..."</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The image can be of you - of nature - of nature on you! Anything your imagination can conjure. It can be something handwritten, typed, collaged, painted. Anything!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The only limitations are:</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- it must creatively complete the phrase: "The light inside will..."</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- if your creative response is text based - try to keep it under 10 words.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- nothing obscene or r-rated please</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- all photos and creative designs must be copyrighted to you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- the image must be 300 dpi (a big photo) - it's going to be in a video so the resolution must be high</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- the image must be sent by August 15, 2010 to sora@soramusic.ca</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">3. In your email to me - please provide the following:</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- The image as an attachment (please do not embed it in the email)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- Name</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- Contact information</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">- The following phrase giving me permission to use your image in the video and any promotion for the video:</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I, (your name) agree to allow Sora (Andrea Hunt) and any of her representatives to use the attached image, (name of image), for her music video and the promotion of the music video "Light".</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yea! Thanks so much - - I am SO excited about collaborating with you on this project! It's going to be beautiful.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sora</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018692010-07-11T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:27:58-06:00Immortal<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The sky has been bled of light and lays in dark pools across my window. The thunder rolls under my feet, rumbling from a secret hollow in the clouds. The perfect day to write dark lyrics. And because I often cannot separate lyrics from emotion from my own thoughts, I descend quickly into these lyrics, into the longing that shapes them and try to find the pewter threads to give life to these tumbling thoughts.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What life is life immortal</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When years are glancing thoughts</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And love is naught but ashes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On graves the past has lost</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What terrible gods have we become?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gone from the mirror</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Reflection nothing but shadows of</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The tumbling wind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Our crumbling tears </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The dust of my heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Lonely like a virus</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Caught in blood</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I just can’t sate</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Falling, always falling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">From that one</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Moment of grace</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh let me go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh let me fall</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh let me become</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The tumbling wind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Your crumpled tears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The dust of your heart.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I’ve lived beyond my measure</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To worlds I cannot know</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No one should live to see </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Their ideals turned to stone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Please let return</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Passion to time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Rosy-lipped day</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fragile desire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">If just one moment til</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The tumbling wind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Such crumbling tears</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Make dust of my heart</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018682010-07-10T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:25:31-06:00Clay<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">fills my dreams and thoughts. Cracked earth, baked day. The molding of self for others, for our own scripts. How fragile my heart, etched by water, shaped by that which I love. Strength within frailty. Elemental, raw, seared into being. Photo Credit: Adrea Jolyn</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TDo3L07OUlI/AAAAAAAAANU/jij4pZOwpGM/s1600/Sora_5049-small.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/TDo3L07OUlI/AAAAAAAAANU/jij4pZOwpGM/s320/Sora_5049-small.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763371856876114" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" /></a><br></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018672010-07-05T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:24:07-06:00Video Blog: Clay<p> </p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018662010-07-05T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:22:44-06:00Performance: McNally Robinson Winnipeg<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very excited to be teaming up with McNally Robinson in Winnipeg for a CD signing and preview performance of the Musica Speciale concert "Enchanting Summer" along with John Racaru, Alasdair Dunlop and Jeff Presslaff. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Venue: Grant Park Atrium (1120 Grant Ave), Winnipeg MA</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Date: July 26, 2010</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Time: 4:30 pm</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018652010-06-27T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:20:10-06:00Winnipeg Concert: July 27<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And so Winnipeg seems to be some kind of second home ~laugh~. Yes, I am playing in Winnipeg again, a fantastic program with beautiful musicians. If you are in town, it will definitely be worth it....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Musica Speciale Concert Series presents...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;">Enchanting Summer</span></strong><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><em style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;">A concert dedicated to the late Maureen Forrester featuring original contemporary fusion music by Sora, John Racaru, Jeff Presslaff, Alasdair Dunlop, Mitch Dorge and Tim Butler</span>.</em></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="color: #000000;"><em style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></em></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Venue: Park Theatre, 698 Osbourne Street (a very cool street ~smile~)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Date: July 27</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Time: 8 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tickets can be purchased in advance for $15 at McNally Robinson, Into the Music, Croft Music store. $17 at the door, $10 for students. For more information please phone 261-3600 or visit www.musicaspeciale.com</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018642010-06-19T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:17:07-06:00Musings: OblivionThe summer has come, burned through the thin paper of spring. I am tired, and want nothing more than to lay beneath the sea of leaves, and let the trembling waves of aspen song tumble over me. Carry me into an oblivion of thought beyond the creation of it, pulled strings of consciousness. I enjoy meandering through feeling and idea, memory and time, to unfocus myself. Maybe to unhinge a bit. I have to spend so much time keeping everything together, there are times I need to fall apart, even if just in my thoughts. It has been lacking of late, and I languish for it. I held a sparrow yesterday. It's black eyes fixated such an oblivion with nothing but the fluttering heart beneath my hand. Brushed wings, the touch of the hypnotist sending me spiraling into a night of dreams that twine into cries long since set aside. All these pasts hide in stasis, until one thread is pulled and from the deep is a strand of emotion, held as precious and beautifully as a string of pearls.soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018632010-06-16T18:00:00-06:002012-12-15T10:05:20-07:00Review of Heartwood: MuzikReviews<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A review of Heartwood is up on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.muzikreviews.com/reviews.php?ID=1132" target="_blank">MuzikReviews</a></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.muzikreviews.com/reviews.php?ID=1132" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">.</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> I also have the interview in my "music" section of the site under Heartwood - Reviews.</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018622010-06-13T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T01:09:59-06:00Interview on CKUW<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Isn't technology marvelous? I love how I can do an live interview and that day it's already archived on their website. Amazing. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yesterday I was in studio with John Iverson who hosts "Shades of Classics" on CKUW. The interview can be heard on their </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.ckuw.ca/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">website</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">or you can listen to it right </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.soramusic.ca/ShadesofClassicsJune132010.mp3" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">here</span></a><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.soramusic.ca/ShadesofClassicsJune132010.mp3" target="_blank">.</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. Their archives contain the full show while mine is just the interview :) </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thanks John!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018602010-06-10T18:00:00-06:002020-11-25T04:59:18-07:00Video Blog: Winnipeg Numero Deux<p> </p>
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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="color: #800000;"><em></em></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Venue: Winnipeg Art Gallery (300 Memorial Boulevard)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Date: Saturday, June 12, 2010</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Time: 8 pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Ticket prices: $20 at the door, $10 for student. Tickets can be purchased in advance for $17 at McNally Robinson or the Croft Music Store in Winnipeg</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018562010-06-08T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T13:59:23-07:00Review: Creations Magazine<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I really love this review from </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.creationsmagazine.com/articles/current_issue/media.html" target="_blank">Creations Magazine</a></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"Modal and medieval at times, epic and storytelling, Sora's songs feature her voice, which is clear and bell like. Utilizing it as effectively as a solo violin, she sings her extremely poetic lyrics, which speak of woods and fairies, children and the seasons, but mostly of romantic love, with a particular emphasis on its angst. In one song she likens its dissolution to continental drift, complete with reference to tectonic plates. The musical settings are very lyrical and beautifully performed by a capable ensemble, though Sora herself, beyond singer, is composer pianist, and violinist. Undoubtedly the star of this offering is her voice and its artful setting."</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">By Mark Maxwell Abushady, NYC</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018542010-06-01T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T14:00:26-07:00Review: Arctic Mist in Spanish<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">While I can't exactly read this review, I did put it through a translator and feel very privileged to be the recipient of such beautiful words! Please check out </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://articmist.org/direct/c_heartwood.htm" target="_blank">Arctic Mist</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">'s website. An English version will be up soon :)</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018522010-05-26T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T14:01:17-07:00Interview: Such Cool Stuff<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Hurrah! 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<br style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.myspace.com/sorasinger">Sora</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> | </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.myspace.com/music/videos">MySpace Music Videos</a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018482010-05-23T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:51:06-06:00Review from Mondo Blu<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">SORA - HEARTWOOD - 2009</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sister, Sky, Singing Bird Soaring, Chirping Bird. All of these things</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">are "Sora" and go some way to explaining this eclectic Canadian's music.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Although her debut album was a collection of UK Folk, Heartwood expands</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">into new and more personal territory. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There are obvious comparisons to musical influences Loreena McKennitt</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">and Sarah McLachlan, but Sora's mixed classical / folk background is</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">perhaps her greatest asset here. Not only does she convey a real feeling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">in her songs, she also has the kind of vocal control which allows her</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">mezzosoprano voice to smoulder in all the right places and literally</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"fly" when called upon.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Many of Heartwood's lyrics express sadness, pain, missing people and</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">places, but far from being a "sad" album, I would call it "melancholic",</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">requiring close listening to really appreciate its true emotional</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">depths.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In short, this is an album that's been a long time coming and it was</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">definitely worth the wait. We look forward to seeing her do some</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">concerts in Europe in the future, perhaps even in Sora, Catalonia ...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Paul De Micheli</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Mondo Blu </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Barcelona</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018462010-05-20T18:00:00-06:002022-04-13T04:21:50-06:00Interview: Pens Eye View<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Huzzah! An interview I did with Pen's Eye View can be found right </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.penseyeview.com/content/sora" target="_blank">here</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;">.</span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"> </span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Yea!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018422010-05-16T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T14:03:39-07:00Podcast and Radio Play :)<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"Heartwood" was recently played on Episode #17 of </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://atmospheres.radiomystic.com/?p=158" target="_blank">Atmospheres</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> podcast on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.radiomusic.com/" target="_blank">Radio Mystic Music</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.<span style="font-size: small;"> Thanks Pete! </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: small;">Listen to</span> </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.newageradio.de/" target="_blank">New Age Radio</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> i<span style="font-size: small;">n Germany to hear songs from Heartwood between May 17 and 24. Thanks Erich!</span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018402010-05-13T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:44:53-06:00Musings: dreaming<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I dream of swirling words, barbed and sunk into my soft flesh. I wake startled to see such tentative wavering light, as if it has not yet decided to lay itself upon me. Hovering along the serrated edges of my pained breath. It is so much easier to let vision fade as now dominates, strong arming all frivolity. Those pulled sounds, stowaways, echo long into the day, a stinging tightness in my chest, a voice behind my closed eyes. Beyond the day, beyond the borders so cleverly placed on the edges of sanity, there are the bones of dreams not yet laid to rest. Night upon night, layer within layer, words without any form and redeption is but the warmth of a hand gently placed within the waiting curve of my back.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018382010-05-09T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:42:19-06:00Picture: Market Collective<p><span style="color: #000000;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S-geayBx_PI/AAAAAAAAANM/guQBkA1PsJo/s320/marketcollective1.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" />A picture from last weekend at the Market Collective in Kensington.</span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018362010-05-05T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T14:04:20-07:00Podcast Play: Kind of Blu<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Drift and Hurricane were featured Podcast 1 of</span><span style="color: #800000;"> </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.mondoblu.biz/blog/2010/05/04/podcast-1-2010/" target="_blank">Kind of Blu</a></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Excellent!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018342010-05-05T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:36:53-06:00Legacy<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The will of a single deed</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">is ripples in time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On a pool, still forest pool</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Feeding the leaves still to come</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The song of a single voice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Can touch countless lives</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So sing, petaled notes, sing</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Calling your truth to flight</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Love holds the sky</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hope fills the moon</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And our roots </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Shelter the seeded dreams</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of our gifts</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Legacy</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The rings of each single life</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Are all intertwined</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">In links, storm weathered links</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sharing the journey of man</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When memory fades and words decay</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Feeling remains</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Our ochre hands, a living bridge</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Spanning the years</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A century, millenia, spiraling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Know that our</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Love holds the sky</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hope fills the moon</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And our roots shelter</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The seeded dreams</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of our legacy</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Of our love</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's the heart, tumbling heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">That is your legacy</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018322010-04-27T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:35:15-06:00The rain<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">The rain has come, dripping night, sheeted moon. I stare through it, as if to find the words that elude me. I am told to write about legacy, and as such I must find myself in such a thought. Legacy, I give little caring to my own legacy to the dust my bones will leave. What do we leave behind, blood and stone, beyond the moment? The quest for immortality so frantic in some, driving the sticky work of fucking, not for pleasure but for mewling cries of blood, fueling such piercing words as son and daughter, name and honor. I wonder at the futility of it all. Time forgets, how can it recall each grain of sand? Does the earth remember each drop of rain that nourished it? Do the worn grooves of rock remember, or do they just hold the shell of memory, devoid of flesh. Decayed thoughts and deeds, petrified for a time, for a time. Perhaps for some, it remembers, holding back the night with music that echoes into the shadowy realm, but even echoes fade. Yet, a singular word can alter the courses of fate, the proverbial stone on the road. Ripples, vibrations, stardust expanding beyond the reaches of measure. Is this all legacy is, waves cresting, endlessly carrying each moment? Does love twine through the ages, does it hold the sky into the bright flash of oblivion? All I have ever wanted is to love. To love each moment, each beautiful leaf, the treerings that count hardships and ease (but that cannot ever recall the scented thirst of drought), to press lip on flesh and worship as my heart tumbles, pressing outwards. We are all racing into that light, into that supernova....it is only time that stands between. So what is legacy and how do I write it in song, an irony when my words will drip into the grave, my notes will dim into the silences of time.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018302010-04-22T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:33:39-06:00Dusk Settles in<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Dusk settles in, companionably. I raise my glass to such an old friend and let the ease of silence settle in, a blanket against the spring chill. I write, not to fill the space but to shape its slow beat to my liking. Words, here and there, songs that are not yet, and may never yet, but that desire their voice to be placed at least on page. I have a commission to write a song for a hundred year celebration. In my mind are trees, magnificent in their age, and I desire to play the whispering of a hundred leafy years in my lyrics. I desire to place each one of those rings within words that breath belonging, of time twined through generations of hands. Blood that flows through hearts and time. I have to sit with these thoughts, let them settle in a bit, feel the way the spill out of themselves into new thoughts, a water cup overturned. It is enjoyable to toss such words into the sky and see how they burn and shine or perhaps just dissipate into the night. Night is for words, for the stream of thought and consciousness that the day holds neatly in. So I sit with my glass, and type the words that the universe unveils.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018282010-04-19T18:00:00-06:002021-08-14T01:13:22-06:00Interview Tomorrow: 10 MST!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very excited for this interview tomorrow on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thegatheringspace" target="_blank">The Gathering Space</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. It's at 10:00 am MST, which is a delightful time, in my opinion, for an interview. </span><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S84113dLnCI/AAAAAAAAANE/RMYOtzlobQs/s1600/Radio+Show+Wed+Sora.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S84113dLnCI/AAAAAAAAANE/RMYOtzlobQs/s320/Radio+Show+Wed+Sora.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462362597582674978" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Today feels joyous, a thousand bubbles that burst in effervescent beauty.</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018262010-04-16T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:30:10-06:00Immortality<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Lately I have been giving a lot of thought to the concept of immortality, a topic that is endlessly examined in our culture, from which star is having botox to maintaining the "body of a 20 year old". While we endlessly search for youth, we never seem to question the validity of that desire. Perhaps endless life would be more of a curse than a blessing. Perhaps what makes joy that much more joyful is the fleeting nature of it. I wonder, if we lived forever, would we be as passionate? As open? As ready to find beauty in each moment? Or would it all dissolve into a apathy, into sameness of thought. The notion is that one could do everything, but can even learning become tedious?</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018242010-04-13T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T22:51:45-07:00Light and Interview<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thanks to Dean from the People's Showcase for the interview today. It can be heard </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.soramusic.ca/peoplesshowcaseApril142010.mp3" target="_blank">here</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">or can be downloaded from their </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/the-peoples-showcase" target="_blank">website.</a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My EP, Light, is going to be showcased on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.irftradio.comlu.com/" target="_blank">IRFT Radio</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> on Monday, April 19th at 4 pm PDT. Thanks Sean!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021802010-04-12T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:25:39-06:00Wild Swans Lyrics<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Harden your heart, she said</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For love comes to naught</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But a poppy gone to dust</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">On the winged tears that fly</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">From wild swans wandering</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Where is my voice?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Why is it silent?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I had no choice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Could my love find the years that passed us?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Could your love save me?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Pull back the night, he says</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I would see you smile</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Through your nettled grieving heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Blisters of care</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Like wild swans calling</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Where is my voice?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Why is it silent?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I had no choice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Could my love change the wings that bind you?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Could your love save me?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What is a sacrifice?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">An offering to fear</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Or an opening to love?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tears turned to flesh</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For wild swans</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Wild swans alighting.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I had a voice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Even in silence</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I made my choice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And the roses</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">They bloom in fire</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The roses and me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It was my love that saved me.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021782010-04-12T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T22:53:54-07:00Interview tomorrow<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am being interviewed tomorrow on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/the-peoples-showcase" target="_blank">The People's Showcase</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; 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Tune in at 1 pm PST online at </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.healthylife.net/" target="_blank">HealthyLife.net</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">:)</span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021742010-04-09T18:00:00-06:002020-06-15T22:49:41-06:00Wild Swans Video Blog<div id="main-wrapper" style="color: #997066; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px;">
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</div>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021722010-04-07T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:18:10-06:00In an April Storm<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">There are days I feel I am returning from a half forgotten dream. Every moment an aching to recall what so lightly brushes the footfalls of the mind. Wisp and fragments blurred through the quickly passing scenery. The heart lives only in feeling, and presses its cryptic shapes upon my waking thoughts as delicate and fleeting as winged shadows on snow. Paths melting as the mind warms its touch upon the filaments of past. It seems only stillness can capture the likeness of such unknowing remembrances, for even breath will dissolve the feathery patterns of winter's window into the shifting longing for place and meaning.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021702010-04-07T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:16:46-06:00April Snow<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">As if a fragmented dream, the winds suddenly peak between the houses, crests that buffer and scream their indignation. On such forceful lips is snow, heavy as words of passion, coating the flickering light with oblivion. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am surprised to have internet, to be honest, but am glad I do, to impart upon the world a new review from Argentina. Although I do not read Spanish, I am so pleased to have been reviewed on</span><span style="background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.elretornodelgigante.com.ar/comentarios/heartwood.htm" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #800000;">El Retorno Del Gigante</span></span></a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #800000;">.</span></span> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">If you DO read Spanish, please have a look!</span></span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021682010-04-05T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T22:54:40-07:00Spirituality and Music<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">How would you answer this question: What is the spiritual significance of music?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Wanna know what I would say? Check me out on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.musicandspirituality.com/new.html" target="_blank">Xtreme Music</a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021662010-04-02T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T22:55:50-07:00Love new reviews!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A new review of Heartwood can be found at </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://s14.zetaboards.com/Zeitgeist/topic/6613963/1/" target="_blank">Zeitgeist</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. Yea!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And after I posted this, literally 2 minutes later I have another review. So I am tacking it onto this post...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Check out </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.side-line.com/reviews_comments.php?id=44407_0_17_0_C" target="_blank">Side-Line Music Magazine</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> f<span style="font-size: small;">or another review. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">~happiness~</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021652010-03-29T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T22:57:05-07:00A Review!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"Sora's newest CD "Heartwood" is a magical and beautiful CD that takes you on a deep earthly journey. The music is mesmerizing and reminds me of being in an old enchanted forest, enjoying the elemental world around me. Sora's voice is also angelic! There are many instrumentals used in this CD including piano, mandolin, cello, violin, drums, accordion, harp and viola. We at "The Faeries and Angels Magazine" highly recommend this enchanting and wonderful CD!"</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">-Adrienne Dumas Editor and Creator of </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://thefaeriesandangelsmagazine.yolasite.com/sora.php" target="_blank">"The Faeries and Angels Magazine"</a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021642010-03-28T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T22:58:30-07:00Podcast and Radio Play<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">'Hurricane' was played on Episode 194 of the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://articmist.podomatic.com/" target="_blank">ArcticMist</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> podcast. The whole podcast is available for download at http://articmist.podomatic.com/. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">'Light' was recently played on the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.kuac.org/" target="_blank">KUAC-FM</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> <span style="font-size: small;">show, "Spirit Sounds". Tracks are also being added to the weekly "Nightlight" program.</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021632010-03-23T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T22:59:38-07:00Radio Play and Interview<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A couple of tracks were featured on the show "Neo-Classical" today on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.kspc.org/" target="_blank">KSPC</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> in Claremont, California. What a cool concept for a show! Neo-Classical, I like it!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">AND...</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tomorrow I will be interviewed live on the Jaguar's Den on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.radiocfxu.ca/" target="_blank">CFXU 93.3 fm</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> <span style="font-size: small;">in Antigonish. The show starts at 2pm AST. I will be on at 2:30 AST. You can tune in or listen on their website http://www.radiocfxu.ca/.</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021622010-03-22T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:08:37-06:00Light leaves<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Light leaves and the leaves remain. Quivering with some unknowable force, or maybe just tricks of eyes and air. They feel like glass, you know, these wild eyes that capture prisms of vernal desire but refuse to hold even a singular secret thought. Glass can't be trusted, not even to veil or diffuse, it wavers and wells and pools with memories of salt and sand. Tracking across the clay veneer that is so idly sculpted, betraying always to the essence of being. To the still turmoil that haunts, to wanting and knowing, and always, always to that watery heart. They say we are made of water. I wonder if it's possible to be more...or less. Maybe we are air instead, all that space that holds the water in stasis, corralling it into form. Into shape and pattern. Into waves of thought, and particles of recollection. Maybe the body just remembers how it was and thus is. All that air holding me together, I like that thought, as if I could be buyout on the currents. It is the leaves that bring such thoughts. The transparency of them, the way they shift through my liquid eye, the sobbing shadows a lament that quietly steals within and leaves me breathless and without air.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021612010-03-22T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:07:23-06:00Chilled Air<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">The air is chilled this morning, as sweet as the last harvest wine. I open the windows just to feel startled out of my complacency, to feel alive. To feel the bumps on my arms raise and the hairs stand up, to feel cold within the this bubble of warm and illusion we create. I watch the birds at my feeder, follow the movements with my eyes and desire to write notes like that, flitting between stillness and movement, between flight and descent.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021602010-03-21T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:06:26-06:00New Radio, New Review, New Podcast!<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">It's always when I am driving or doing something else that general precludes the notion of writing when little petals of lyrics float through my mind and leave me desperately searching for a pen while the light is red ~laugh~. Sometimes even while talking to someone, I will just have this moment where two thoughts seems to slide into place, like some kind of momentary eclipse and I either have to let them slide out again to lose them into the day or I have to become some kind of social pariah and furiously write them down to the confusion of my conversation partner. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I have started a new radio/press campaign in the US and a tiny bit in Europe and am very pleased that the following radio stations are playing my music!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://omroeprijnwoude.nl/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Radio Rijnwoude</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> in the Netherlands. Featured on "Hey Joe". </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.kkhi1019.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">KKHI</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">in Colorado</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.lostfrontier.org/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Lost Frontier</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> in Spain</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">AND...a new review on the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.reflectionsofdarkness.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=7137&Itemid=44" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Reflections of Darkness</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> e-zine.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Children of Lir was played on the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://celticshaman.podbean.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Celtic Shaman Podcast</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> on March 22, 2010.</span></span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021592010-03-16T18:00:00-06:002012-12-16T23:46:54-07:00Don't Cry for me Argentina...<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">How cool is this...a radio station in Argentina is going to be playing songs from Heartwood! I am pretty excited about it. It's called</span><span style="color: #800000;"> </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.elretornodelgigante.com.ar/" target="_blank">El Retorno del Gigante</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021582010-03-14T18:00:00-06:002012-10-30T00:02:47-06:00Radio Europe<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am pretty excited that Radio SLOR in the Netherlands and Radio Despi in Spain will be playing songs from Heartwood. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tune into "Soon Comes the Night" on Radio SLOR on Friday to hear some of my music :)</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021572010-03-07T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T00:02:03-06:00Monday Words<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">There are days when it is as if I am possessed by words themselves, concepts pressed into the mind as the last autumn leaf presses itself into the freshly fallen snow. I do not seek them out, rather they come upon me as a long-forgotten scent, wafting through the jumbled maze of thoughts. I stumble across such golden threads, feeling along the edges as if to tether myself to their varigations that I may follow the twisted labyrinth to where, I am unsure. But I know it's a place I want to go. Each word is its own nexus, stops along a secret path. Each thinly spun filament a fluttering web within. Some people are like that, you know. Nodes, points that connect, not to other people, but to other rooms within. An unseen hallway triggered, or perhaps tendrils exploring an unnamed space.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021562010-03-03T17:00:00-07:002012-12-16T23:48:23-07:00Bloggers<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is nothing better than finding out someone has spotlighted my album. Especially on a day, like today, that I was feeling somewhat discouraged in the world. Check it out on </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://baxojayz.blogspot.com/2010/03/sora.html" target="_blank">BaxoJayz's Blog</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I was also featured on an all female episode of music on </span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.astralaudio.net/experience-the-boom-effect-special/#more-1839" target="_blank">Astral Audio</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Look for the "Boom Effect Special"</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021552010-02-28T17:00:00-07:002021-06-26T05:42:35-06:00Indelible<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Some days I wake with words on my lips, that seem to bubble up from some deep recess of dream, a journey forth that leaves me shaken and new, as if such a word was a blossom opening within my mind. As if such a word was birthed just then, and I the carrier of it's joy. I woke the other day with indelible in my mouth, a continuity that I was joining, as if that one word was a conversation all unto itself. It was my companion that day, that word, sitting so amicable within my thoughts, gently shaping the clay waves and patterns of mind. Often I am struck by the impermanence of all, how each moment feels so sharp in its passing, how the day bleeds it's lifeblood into night, how the seasons spiral forth into infinite variety. So to have indelible as a filter, was curious and lead to a thought that I have been tumbling round over the last few weeks, that in some ways our words, our actions are indelible, echoing out through the ages, not just in print, but as waves infinitely small, but still vibrating into infinity. I thought of how each choice, each chance encounter leaves little marks, as if time were marking seconds passed onto the wall of the soul. I am still tasting how indelible feels to me, and finding that it's richness is wanting to be explored such that threads pulled through notes appear within my mind and I long to discover what indeed is indelible.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021542010-02-22T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T08:10:27-06:00Helen: Lyrics<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">They called me the torch</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And in the minds of men</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My beauty was a curse</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A wager to be won</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So how do the towers of Ilium</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Burn so bright?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Burn so bright</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A thousand reasons to let you go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sail on ravenous seas</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I'd rather die with a living heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Than live without</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Live without </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You seeing me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">They called me dangerous</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Needing to be caged</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Held hostage to his greed</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But a wild Nemean beast cannot be tamed</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I would not be worn</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A pelt upon his pride</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">If only he had seen</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Beyond my face to me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh how do the towers of Ilium</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Burn so bright?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Burn so bright</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A thousand reasons to let you go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sail on ravenous seas</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I'd rather die with a living heart</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Than live without</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Live without</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">You seeing me</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What choice is there in choice</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">When freedom is the game?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A rose upon your lips</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A brand upon my name calls the echoing pain</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">From all-consuming time</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What of me remains</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">But the choice made that day?</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To turn to the towers of Ilium</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To burn so bright</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Burn so bright</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A thousand nights in your ruined arms</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I sailed on ravenous seas</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A heart escaped from its gilded cage</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Won't live without</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Live without</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Ever being seen</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">They called me the torch</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And in your eyes alone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The truth of the day</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My heart took it's choice</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021532010-02-22T17:00:00-07:002012-12-16T23:49:26-07:00Heartwood podcast play<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Heartwood was played on episode 193 of </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://articmist.podomatic.com/" target="_blank">Articmist podcast</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">. Thanks Jorge!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021522010-02-18T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T08:07:38-06:00Heartwood makes RJ's top 10<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am super excited that R J of the Zone Music Reporter has chosen Heartwood as one of his top 10 picks for 2009! Yea! Plus he wrote a very beautiful paragraph about the album (on top of his awesome review), which can be found right </span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.zonemusicreporter.com/charts/rjtop102009.asp" target="_blank">here</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am also going to include it below because I am THAT excited ~grin~</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"This Canadian singer/songwriter took the Celtic center stage in 2009 and she deserves every accolade given. Her original Celtic recording Heartwood is poignant and engaging. Her story songs and warm voice never fail to please. Sora used every trick in the book including string ensemble, background drones and soaring vocals. I liked every cut on the album. She set the bar in 2009 and more Celtic artist should take heed. Best cuts include Heartwood, Eurydice and The Birch's Lament." -R J Lannan</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021512010-02-17T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T08:05:41-06:00Jubilant<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">There was something so richly alive about today, from the moment I stepped outside the house into air crisply reveling in the latest snow fall. It was this layer to the briskness of the morning, that was as if spring were coiled and waking from a cold slumber. Rising as unseen as sap beneath the tree's surface, bursting with life. A freshness that slide around my weary body as delicately as a chilled lake. It reminded me of the movie "Return of the King" as Faramir tells Eowyn that the cold is just the damp of the first rains of spring. I had such hope in my mind as the sun gasped, not in glory, but in shuddering beauty on the Eastern wall this morning. The sky is the same sky, the clouds the same clouds, the trees still quiet within their reveries, but within me the day shimmered. Nothing exciting happened, no grand news, nor epiphanies, but on days when the air is alive and my blood answers its jubilant call, the boundless potential of life seems enough to keep a hum on my lips and power the words in my mind.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021502010-02-17T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T08:03:57-06:00snow is falling 2<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">t</span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">houghtless spirals that meander through a white sky. Falling, wandering, drifting, humming a hushing note. Heaping on branches in gauzy silence until the trees but overflow with the lullaby of winter</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60018442010-02-17T17:00:00-07:002012-10-30T00:48:04-06:00The Forest Sings<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">The forest sings, a welcoming rush of leafed notes, spun water. It is not the bird chorus that echoes in the trees, the air is still and heavy, muffled beneath the light. No, it is the forest music I hear, as the strands of sleep claim all but earth, all but the pitted bark and winter worn leaves. I walk and the sound of earth rustles in the corners of my thoughts. It furrows and crackles while the scent of water is a filament of dream, a remembrance weaving wet flowers with the fragrance of unfurling aspen leaves, too new even to tremble. I press my face into them, into the soft smooth edges, into this birth that feels too supple, too clean for me to know it as birth. While all around the music of the forest is encompassing, a song for that one moment, fleeting. That even though my very heart stops to listen, my eyes weep for its passing.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021492010-02-13T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T08:02:30-06:00heh<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I have been talking with a lovely man named Gavin who hosts a show called Ambient Zone. So today he writes to me and says that he played a song today called.....you will never guess this...."Sora1"! And apparently he dedicated it to me, so go and have a listen to "Sora1" on </span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.rtrfm.com.au/shows/ambientzone" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Ambient Zone</span></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Love it!</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Happy Valentine's day to you all!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021482010-02-10T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T08:01:12-06:00Pictures<p><span style="color: #000000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S3RjIdsAGhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KSLQvnLRNJk/s1600-h/winnipeg18.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S3RjIdsAGhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KSLQvnLRNJk/s320/winnipeg18.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437079647202318866" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">John Iverson of CKUW's Shades of Classics sent me some pictures from January 31st in Winnipeg. They can be found under "Past events" - Celtic Fusion....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Thanks John!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021472010-02-07T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:59:50-06:00Dreamscapes<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">The trees tonight are made of snow, fragile creations that look as if a single touch would collapse their form into drifting dunes. It is a dreamscape through which I float in seamless wonder. The mist rises, an apparition of the river, haunting my thoughts and clinging to the thin boundary of my skin. Yet it is the trees that hold me, a willing captive to their tenuous beauty.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021462010-02-07T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:58:55-06:00Musings on Helen<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My middle name is Helen..."torchlight" and there has always been some part of me that is fascinated by Helen of Troy. By her tragedy, by her choice, by her passion. Helen of Troy, not of Sparta where she was born, no Helen of Troy, where her heart resided. I played Helen in the Faust once, and those words "is this the face that launched a thousand ships and burned the topless towers of Ilium" are burned in my consciousness. So it's really no surprise that the desire to find her through song is searing my thoughts and leaping from my fingers. I wonder, can you love someone you have never met? Can love cross the passage of time and space, the body remembering him before meeting, simply known in the cellular memory of the body? Do we call to us those we need most, those who fill the spaces within the atrophic gaze of indifference? Was she dying a slow death, pushed around like cattle, dreaming Paris into being? How deeply did she long to be outside her life, outside the beauty that made her and chained her? How desperately did she long to disappear into his love, into the her she saw in his eyes that existed beyond her crown, beyond the lines on her face, the tilt of her chin? Did she see in his eyes beyond her perfect profile chiseled into sorrow? How beautiful was it to be seen, seen. Seen. Not admired. Seen. Oh such desire that crosses time and space such that I long to find her voice within me. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">They called me the torch</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And in the hearts of men</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">My beauty was a curse</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A wager to be won</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So how do the towers of Ilium</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Burn so bright</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Burn so bright</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A thousand reasons to let you go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sail on ravenous seas</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.....</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">More to come...</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021452010-02-05T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:57:27-06:00Recessing Time<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S23pDPvICGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RYVzU1e8irg/s1600-h/frosteddogwood2+(Small).jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S23pDPvICGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RYVzU1e8irg/s320/frosteddogwood2+(Small).jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435256567279126626" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Walking the silent paths of winter, I come across a dogwood, frozen into the stream, so delicately held in stasis, frosted with crystal night. I look behind and see my tracks, the lines of time that mark my passage, overlaying the silent echos of coyote and squirrel. Over the wings in flight, brushed feathers on the snow from which the ghost of flapping wind can be heard and felt. I wonder at how there are no passages that truly are unseen, they all leave their mark somewhere, somehow, a dimming sound that doesn't actually ever end, but vibrates longer and slower into the recesses of time.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021442010-02-04T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:56:05-06:00From the CKUW Website<p><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S2zd85Pv4UI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sPb-MrNeSWE/s1600-h/promo2.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S2zd85Pv4UI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sPb-MrNeSWE/s320/promo2.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434962888558108994" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">John Iverson sent me this jpeg from the CKUW website...some days this journey is just so amazing. Thanks John!</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021432010-02-03T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:54:25-06:00Frosted<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">and so the day begins in crystalline beauty. The light emerges slowly from the mist, silently tracking the footfalls of night. I am encapsulated, as the snowflakes cling to branches and posts, so softly, as moonlight, and I as enraptured. It is hard to do anything, when my dreams float through the waking mind, thoughts stretching themselves around the shape of such fleeting filaments of time without time and space without space.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021422010-02-03T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:53:23-06:00Fates Concert<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am so energized by last night's rehearsal for the "Fates" concert on Saturday. The acoustics are fantastic there. The first song I sang, I had this thrilling shiver that just rolled up my spine as our 3 voices blended together as if weaving a crystalline vase. Pure.joy. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The concert is completely unique, no just the material but the format, with the performers flowing through each other's material, with poetry in between. I am buzzing with excitement. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The show is at the Knox Presbyterian Church....that is the PRESBYTERIAN church not the United. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">3704 37th St SW</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">7pm</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Tickets are $12 and can be bought at the door or through </span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=11303491" target="_blank"><span style="color: #800000;">Paypal</span></a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;">.</span> </span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Speaking of concerts, there are some pictures posted from the Celtic Fusion concert from last Saturday under the event or under the "live" tab of my photos section. There is also an interview posted in my videos section from Sunday morning with John Iverson of CKUW's "Shades of Classics". For some reason when you pull it up, it says it can't find the file and then starts playing it, so it WILL play. Computer....sheesh.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021412010-01-29T17:00:00-07:002012-12-16T23:50:42-07:00Heartwood played on Celtic Roots Radio<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">"Heartwood" was played on episode 16 of the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.celticrootsradio.com/" target="_blank">Celtic Roots Radio Podcast</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> Thank-you so much Raymond!</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021402010-01-29T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:49:51-06:00Winnipeg Art Gallery<p><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S2SBnz3N9DI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q9bIqwXfaXY/s1600-h/Winnipeg+003.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S2SBnz3N9DI/AAAAAAAAAMc/q9bIqwXfaXY/s320/Winnipeg+003.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432609571452351538" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">After rehearsal today, I am completely stoked to be playing here. The piano has a dark sound to it, not at all like the bright Yamaha that my parents have, or the mellow Boston I have. Still, a grand piano is a grand piano and I am pretty excited...</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021392010-01-28T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:47:56-06:00moon's seas<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">There is something surreal about flying to a new city, about the leisurely way we take to the air with naught but a roar in our ears to mark the incredible passage. In a way, it is an insular world, where time and distance are but intellectual concepts that do little to assure our senses of the vastness of our passage over sweeping wind sculpted plains, and frozen lakes. Sometimes when I arrive, I have this disjoint feeling of not really knowing where I am, for having not been present in the journey, I almost feel as if I could be anywhere and not really know it. For me, I like to be present at the points of transition, those places where two worlds collide and so as the plane takes to the air or comes down to touch earth again, I feel compelled to somehow mark the moment. I put down my book, turn off my mp3 player and stare at this surreal picture that unfolds in front of me, with such rapid horizons as to keep me completely enthralled. Tonight, as the plane seemed to fall out of the sky towards Winnipeg, I sat with the moon in my eyes, an aching beauty, whose chiseled form held me in stasis. The edges of the earth dissolved into the sky as sand into the ocean, and in the dark waters of air, there was this encapsulating feeling of expectancy. As if on the edge of the tide changing, a breath held. And excitement. For I am in Winnipeg to perform tomorrow night, which in itself is surreal to me. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I got onto the plane today completely stoked to check out the EnRoute magazine. In fact I had pulled it out of the seat back before I had even put on my seatbelt. And below is the silly picture I took of the EnRoute magazine with moi in it. ~smile~ I have no idea what the people in front of me thought I was taking a picture of ~laugh~. I was so hoping to take a picture of my CD on the inflight entertainment as well, but alas I was on a very small plane and there was NO inflight entertainment. 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A sheer veil of gossamer skin over a heart so transparent. Do you see me? Or through me? Sometimes I look at my thin veins and cannot help but wonder how such frailty withstands the constant pummeling of life. How such frailty contains life. I am glass do I hold against the battering winds with arteries etched of acid tears? Do I shatter when crushed or simply return to the sea in a thousand pieces of memory and time. There are days when beauty feels as if it is the very fiber of my bones, and I worship those days.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021372010-01-24T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:45:44-06:00of winter and hearts<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">The world is white. White as a crystalline heart squeezing against the ice that falls from the sky. 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<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The concert is called Celtic Fusion: Collective Groove. With a number of fantastic musicians all playing music with some celtic flavoring. Composer in residence, Peter Knell, will be performing. Sounds fantastic no? </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">If you happen to be in Winnipeg, I hope you can come. Tickets are $17 in advance and can be purchased at McNally Robinson, Croft Music Store or by phoning (204) 261-3600 or you snag them at the door for $20. $10 for students.</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021342010-01-20T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:39:00-06:00I love it here today<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">Each frosted tree hanging in stasis, in a quiet that descends as a apparition. From the ground, the air draws deeply to sing the beaded misty shapes into being. It is a note that sounds beyond hearing, that sustains long past the fleeting breath. Even my footsteps, cracking ice on the plains of morning echo as if they are but remembrances of a long lost dream. All is still, and the world folds into a singular space, where the lonely eyes see naught but the white of a morning caught in reverie.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021332010-01-18T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:37:10-06:00Pic!<p><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">From the last shoot date on the "Eurydice" video. Picture taken by Julia Hornsby.</span></span></span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S1Xb3o4gP6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/LHC5OSo4m-c/s1600-h/fan-julia_n.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/S1Xb3o4gP6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/LHC5OSo4m-c/s320/fan-julia_n.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428486674778701730" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" /></a></p>
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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021322010-01-18T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:35:39-06:00Hold<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Love, dry your eyes</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I hold you inside</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let all of this beauty fall</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Let it fall through you now</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cast off the mantle of Atlas</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">And let me hold your sadness</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The offering hand</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Bridging the sky and the land</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Darling I know how you've cried</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Shuddering chasms of mind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh there is nothing to say</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To chase such shadows away</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So I will hold on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hold on with you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Courage it seems</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">A never ending bleed</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">What use is vanquishing the night</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Only to be blinded by the light</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Sometimes it's living each bated breath</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To find yet another left</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The heart pounding still</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Is your true strength of will</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Darling I know how you've tried</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To banish all those cracks that you hide</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">No I won't let you go</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Into the darkness alone</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So I will hold on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Hold on with you</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Darling I know of your tides</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Filaments of moon spun desires</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Held in that long, deep sea</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; 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<p> </p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021302010-01-13T17:00:00-07:002020-10-14T23:33:36-06:00Radio Play: IRFC<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">If you haven't heard the album yet (or want to hear it again ~smile~)</span><span style="color: #800000;"> </span></span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.irftradio.comlu.com/" target="_blank">IRFC Celtic Radio</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">will be playing "Heartwood" in it's entirety on Monday at 5:00 pm PST. IN IT'S ENTIRETY! AND, in the order on the CD ~smile~. How cool is that?</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021282009-12-31T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:28:23-06:00Song musings<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Darling I know how you've cried</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Shattering chasms of mind</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Oh there's nothing to say</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">To chase such shadows away</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">So I hold on</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I hold on with you</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021272009-12-28T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:26:44-06:00Mountain Night<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Night descends so quickly in the mountains, the light all but running from the looming sentinel of twilight. A last glance, blushed upon the snowy peaks before the enclosed breath chases all thoughts of day into frosted quiet. It is a feeling unlike any, the way the very essence of the sun finds refuge only on the carved mountain faces with their proud noses and stern, unblinking eyes. How the shadows rise up in protest and the trees hold secrets, their silhouettes mysteriously quiet in the engulfing tides. I live in the foothills, the mountains a constant whisper from the West, singing their siren song such that I can never quite not know where the West is. It is my North. So I know, how the prairie sun lingers, painting itself in aching patience upon the rippled clouds. And I know also, how the night comes on as quickly as a grouse startled, taking to flight in that pounding thrum of chilled wings beating, rising up as if the ground were pushing it's dark caved secrets into the air, chasing the day away. </span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Today was such a day, the moon stealthily climbing above the peaks while I stared enraptured. Her song in my eyes, the light as frail and wondrous as a newborn star.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021262009-12-23T17:00:00-07:002012-12-16T07:23:41-07:00Podcast play<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">'Winter' was featured on the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://celticshaman.podbean.com/" target="_blank">Celtic Shaman Podcast</a><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"> on the Yule 2009 Episode on December 21st.</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021252009-12-21T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:23:59-06:00Arachne's Song<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Weaving, weaving strands of loneliness</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Silken threads of spider longing</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gifts are wasted in our blinding</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Towers pulling the threads of common</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cursed to spinning in endless cycles</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gods are crumbling within our psyches</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Spin right out of your cage</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Arachne's song our shame</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Fading, fading into nothing</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Static rhymes and paint by numbers</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Threads that lead and threads that blind us</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Keep us pretty, mannered and harmless</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Cursed to spinning in endless cycles</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Gods are crumbling within our psyches</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Spin right out of your cage</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Arachne's song our shame</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Splendour, of me you plunder</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Warp and weft torn asunder</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Ripped down to size</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Silently I die</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">She came in threads of gold and thunder</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">All I had to do was lose my wonder</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">Webs I spin of truth and light trees</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For all those that can find me</span></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021242009-12-16T17:00:00-07:002012-10-29T07:22:18-06:00Heavily Falling Night<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The days feel harried lately, the sun chasing me into the afternoon, a race against it's lateral descent. The solstice presses upon me, the sun barely above the horizon, wearily raising it's head for what feels like moments before laying it down again, with naught but a sigh, within the cradle of winter again. How the very presence of it's being shapes my concept of the day's time. When at barely past noon the shadows of night are creeping and I feel as if I am rushing, rushing headlong into the darkness. With time nipping at my heels, my heart racing into the spiral descent of light. Yet, there is that moment, when the sun has simply bled out of the sky when the breath floods out of my body and I open my night eyes in wonder. There is that moment when peace trickles through the heavily falling shades night. Feels precious, fragile and comforting.</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">I am very stoked that I received some new pendants colours. I am really excited about them. I am working on adding them to the shopping cart, but can't wait any longer to release their beauty to the world :)</span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: purple; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/SyrL5MdESpI/AAAAAAAAAME/Zf4tZY79kSo/s1600-h/sorapendants-new.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/SyrL5MdESpI/AAAAAAAAAME/Zf4tZY79kSo/s320/sorapendants-new.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416365685322566290" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 263px;" /></a></span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021232009-11-30T17:00:00-07:002012-12-16T07:22:47-07:00Trying saying this 10 times fast...<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">The Juniper was featured in Episode 16 of the </span><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.womensradio.com/articles/WRMusicReview-Podcast:-Episode-16-%28December---Holiday%29-2009/4041.html" target="_blank">Woman's Network podcast</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="color: #800000;">.</span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"> Yea!</span></span><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><br style="color: #997066; font-family: Arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">For those of you in France...check out Heartwood as part of the Christmas Catalog for </span><span style="color: #800000;"><a style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;" href="http://www.prikosnovenie.com/indexk.shtml" target="_blank">Prikosnovenie</a></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;">.</span></span><span style="line-height: 18px; text-indent: 10px;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Try saying Prikosnovenie 10 times fast ~laugh~ More exciting news to follow about Prikosnovenie....</span></span></span></p>soramusic.catag:soramusic.ca,2005:Post/60021222009-11-29T17:00:00-07:002012-12-16T07:21:30-07:00New pictures, new review, new play!<p> </p>
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<span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">There is a new review posted for Heartwood. You can check it out at the source, </span><a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.zonemusicreporter.com/recording/viewreviews.asp" target="_blank">Zone Music Reporter</a></span><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">, or it's under my reviews section. I am totally stoked with this review, he rated it as "excellent"!. Yea!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">The concert was fabulous...completely amazing. The pictures from the concert....not so amazing ~laugh~. The stage was itsy bitsy and the place was completely sold out, so it was a little bit squishy and so all the pictures are far away etc. BUT, I did put a couple up which can be seen on my pictures page under "Live" or on the Past events page under "Live at Mikey's Juke Joint". </span><br><br><a style="text-decoration: none; color: #c2a9a3;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/SxPrVflRtUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nDncVpnHs6Y/s1600/stringquartet2.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6j8zcwl5PDw/SxPrVflRtUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nDncVpnHs6Y/s320/stringquartet2.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409926331889726786" style=" margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br><br><span style="font-family: 'Droid Serif', serif;">I am very pleased also to have been included in the latest podcast by the</span><a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://web.mac.com/elmhead/Cleveland_Celtic_Podcast/CCP_Home.html" target="_blank">Cleveland Celtic Podcast</a></span> </span>
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