6 years ago tomorrow a brilliant young man lost a battle he shouldn't have.So many words I can think of but yet the only one that seems to fit was brilliant.How can one life that you never met affect you so greatly ?The answer is simple its because of a legacy.A small group of artists ,family and friends dedicated to keeping music alive .
I quit writing and making music for a while.So deep in grief from the loss of my beloved grandma it seemed the music had died in me.Then I found the music of Spencer Bell.
Some are appalled by colorful language but I simply answer that was Spencer at his finest.He never held back,he never censored himself and he never allowed others to place limits on who he was or what he could be.
Spencer is the first artist that has influenced me as an artist to really the person's music.I heard Ben Graupner mention one time in an interview how he studied music and I didn't realize how I was doing that until I finished Mouthless Clown recently.
Quite simply I found myself as an artist that day.To the artist and his family and friends thank you for keeping his music alive so that others like myself pursuing my passion can study him.
So I simply say Thank You Spencer.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Texas Rose, a short love story
Our story was no different.A tale of love looked down upon.We didn't care.We broke boundaries we shared kisses that hot Texas summer when the sun beat down.I was the owner of a huge cattle ranch and he was a traveling soul seeker with a guitar in hand.He did odd jobs to get himself from place to place but mostly he just wandered looking for work.He said he had inquired about work at the one gas station and they told him to go see Rose at Double M ranch.He had hitched a ride from town in the back of Old Man Jenkins beat down 54 Chevy.
He definitely stole my breath the minute he came strolling up my broken sidewalk clutching his guitar case with just a knapsack flung over his shoulder.A ruggedly handsome chap in his 20's,it looked like he had not bathed in weeks.It was hard to tell his exact skin tone because of all the dirt.
He knocked quietly and asked in such a southern way if he could speak to Rose. When I quietly mentioned you are looking at her he seemed to stiffen a bit.I held out my hand to shake it and was greeted by a hearty handshake.He said my name is Paul and I heard you are in need of a ranch hand.
I can do anything but rounding up cattle is my speciality.Most men were afraid to come seeking work being thrown off by the fact the owner was a woman.I had inherited the ranch where I ran 2000 head of cattle from my father.I had always known hard work accomplishing any task just about as well as any man.I had been married many many years ago to a ranch hand that had come to work on papa's land.Ours was a whirlwind courtship we married after knowing each other just 2 months.Papa approved and that was all that mattered. A month later and barely 18 I found myself pregnant.Nine months later I gave birth to the most precious baby girl we named Miranda but like many children she got sick and died while still very young.My heart forever broken by the fact that my firstborn lay in a childhood grave.The kindly doctor had worned us that another pregnancy could kill me so I made a heartwrenching decision to have a tubal ligation. Like many other young men his age my hubby was soon drafted for the war.Duty to his country called and just when I thought there would be a happy ending after months of being apart, that man you never want to visit did.He brought a flag and condolenses.My heart again shattered and I vowed never to open my heart again because just a month before I had lost my daddy .No I would run the ranch it would be my love.The horses and cattle and dust would be my friend. That is until one day when Paul appeared.
Rust colored curls framed his handsome face,he only stood 5'10'' or so.His eyes a gorgeous hazel and my heart couldn't think I wonder if somewhere a mama is aching to know where her boy is.
When I asked him how old he was he said 24 ma'am but I am a real hard worker I will prove it.
"Do you have a place to stay?" I inquired
"No ma'am " came a solemn answer
"Will you please stop calling me ma'am make me feel as if I am a heap older than 40"
"Please call me Rose"
"You can stay in the extra room right there ,I think I might have some clothes left by the last hand I think will fit ,you must be tired from your travels I will run you a bath."
"Thank you Rose"
That even he came alive after a bath I could tell how handsome he was ,I couldn't help but think why hadn't some beautiful girl caught his attention. As we sat around the outdoor fire I listened to him strum his guitar and then he pulled a harmonica out of his pocket.Reminded me of the way my Peter used to play.We talked for hours and realized how much we had in common.I'll never forget the night he kissed me under the beautiful Texan night sky.I had wished upon a star that somehow my heart could learn to love a young cowboy.Seems my dreams were coming true.
That fateful day came a war had started and with it the dreaded draft.He was young and strong and was quickly picked to go .My heart sank for I knew how he would come back to me but to my surprise he did return.His mind greatly changed from the trauma he saw and holding a deep dark secret.He had met a young nurse ,she had stolen his heart and he needed to go.They had a baby on the way and he intended to make himself an honest man."I am sorry Rose it hurts me as much as it hurts you but I am obligated now,besides people would not approve of our age difference."
"Who the hell gives a damn Paul it never seemed to matter before why do you care what people think?"
"I figured out what I want to do with my life and I been talking to people.I want to follow my dream of being a singer,songwriter,actor and I am moving out to California to have a shot at my dream"
"We both know that I would be given that look if I showed up with a much older woman at my side"
"Don't hold me back just let me go please Rose I am beggin let me go".
My heart screamed no and just as everybody important I had ever loved Paul was now gone it seemed I was destined to run this ranch and die an old maid."He sang as he walked down the driveway disappearing into the hot dusky fall. "You'll always be my Texas Rose"
That night I lay quietly sobbing in the bed I had shared with Paul so many times.I had dreamed of my young soldier coming home and of us quietly being wed down at the courthouse in town now that dream would be locked away in a vault in my heart.My heart had been ripped and stolen away by some young war nurse no doubt beautiful and seeking her own adventures.My heart knew what no one else could tell me.That Paul had been mine and that the war had stolen him from me by duty and obligation I knew he didn't really love the nurse he was just doing what he thought was right.His heart would never truely be happy because he had such a wandering soul never happy in one place.
His heart would forever belong to his Texas Rose.
He definitely stole my breath the minute he came strolling up my broken sidewalk clutching his guitar case with just a knapsack flung over his shoulder.A ruggedly handsome chap in his 20's,it looked like he had not bathed in weeks.It was hard to tell his exact skin tone because of all the dirt.
He knocked quietly and asked in such a southern way if he could speak to Rose. When I quietly mentioned you are looking at her he seemed to stiffen a bit.I held out my hand to shake it and was greeted by a hearty handshake.He said my name is Paul and I heard you are in need of a ranch hand.
I can do anything but rounding up cattle is my speciality.Most men were afraid to come seeking work being thrown off by the fact the owner was a woman.I had inherited the ranch where I ran 2000 head of cattle from my father.I had always known hard work accomplishing any task just about as well as any man.I had been married many many years ago to a ranch hand that had come to work on papa's land.Ours was a whirlwind courtship we married after knowing each other just 2 months.Papa approved and that was all that mattered. A month later and barely 18 I found myself pregnant.Nine months later I gave birth to the most precious baby girl we named Miranda but like many children she got sick and died while still very young.My heart forever broken by the fact that my firstborn lay in a childhood grave.The kindly doctor had worned us that another pregnancy could kill me so I made a heartwrenching decision to have a tubal ligation. Like many other young men his age my hubby was soon drafted for the war.Duty to his country called and just when I thought there would be a happy ending after months of being apart, that man you never want to visit did.He brought a flag and condolenses.My heart again shattered and I vowed never to open my heart again because just a month before I had lost my daddy .No I would run the ranch it would be my love.The horses and cattle and dust would be my friend. That is until one day when Paul appeared.
Rust colored curls framed his handsome face,he only stood 5'10'' or so.His eyes a gorgeous hazel and my heart couldn't think I wonder if somewhere a mama is aching to know where her boy is.
When I asked him how old he was he said 24 ma'am but I am a real hard worker I will prove it.
"Do you have a place to stay?" I inquired
"No ma'am " came a solemn answer
"Will you please stop calling me ma'am make me feel as if I am a heap older than 40"
"Please call me Rose"
"You can stay in the extra room right there ,I think I might have some clothes left by the last hand I think will fit ,you must be tired from your travels I will run you a bath."
"Thank you Rose"
That even he came alive after a bath I could tell how handsome he was ,I couldn't help but think why hadn't some beautiful girl caught his attention. As we sat around the outdoor fire I listened to him strum his guitar and then he pulled a harmonica out of his pocket.Reminded me of the way my Peter used to play.We talked for hours and realized how much we had in common.I'll never forget the night he kissed me under the beautiful Texan night sky.I had wished upon a star that somehow my heart could learn to love a young cowboy.Seems my dreams were coming true.
That fateful day came a war had started and with it the dreaded draft.He was young and strong and was quickly picked to go .My heart sank for I knew how he would come back to me but to my surprise he did return.His mind greatly changed from the trauma he saw and holding a deep dark secret.He had met a young nurse ,she had stolen his heart and he needed to go.They had a baby on the way and he intended to make himself an honest man."I am sorry Rose it hurts me as much as it hurts you but I am obligated now,besides people would not approve of our age difference."
"Who the hell gives a damn Paul it never seemed to matter before why do you care what people think?"
"I figured out what I want to do with my life and I been talking to people.I want to follow my dream of being a singer,songwriter,actor and I am moving out to California to have a shot at my dream"
"We both know that I would be given that look if I showed up with a much older woman at my side"
"Don't hold me back just let me go please Rose I am beggin let me go".
My heart screamed no and just as everybody important I had ever loved Paul was now gone it seemed I was destined to run this ranch and die an old maid."He sang as he walked down the driveway disappearing into the hot dusky fall. "You'll always be my Texas Rose"
That night I lay quietly sobbing in the bed I had shared with Paul so many times.I had dreamed of my young soldier coming home and of us quietly being wed down at the courthouse in town now that dream would be locked away in a vault in my heart.My heart had been ripped and stolen away by some young war nurse no doubt beautiful and seeking her own adventures.My heart knew what no one else could tell me.That Paul had been mine and that the war had stolen him from me by duty and obligation I knew he didn't really love the nurse he was just doing what he thought was right.His heart would never truely be happy because he had such a wandering soul never happy in one place.
His heart would forever belong to his Texas Rose.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Fan Girl Funnies not so much
So I am sick of pretending and going thru a little drama.I love being a fan of Pink Fuzzy Animals but I don't like the drama that comes with it.I love all the members even though they are going thru changes and I am not really sure who is in and who is out at this point I feel its important to support.With that said I didn't appreciate the stuff I have endured this week.Was it really necessary to call me and gloat just because a person got followed by a band member on Twitter.Not so much I appreciate the fact that your happy but I am done with games .If they could only see what you are really made of.And because I decided to block you because I don't need toxic people that pretend to be my friends I got blocked out of a fan group for a band member not only me but two of my close friends just because you administrate a group doesn't give you the power to kick them out because of a personal problem with them.Kinda stupid and childish and very junior high.So now I am putting it to bed.You are a bully and I am sorry it took me so freaking long to figure that one out.We aren't friends we never can be.
I am done with the matter .I am pretty certain the band would be disgusted to learn fans had been bullied.
I even let you walk over me and stopped making music music is my passion and has been my life for as long as I can remember.
I won't stop.I love what I do I love the Pink Fuzzy Animals but I don't require love and acceptance from band members to be happy.Happiness in the best form is one of my children giving me a hug or sharing what they learned in school.Or hearing those precious sleepy giggles from my sweet toddler.
I will cherish a few things we shared in our convos but I will not cherish the way you hurt me.It wasn't worth it.Goodbye good riddance night night.
I am done with the matter .I am pretty certain the band would be disgusted to learn fans had been bullied.
I even let you walk over me and stopped making music music is my passion and has been my life for as long as I can remember.
I won't stop.I love what I do I love the Pink Fuzzy Animals but I don't require love and acceptance from band members to be happy.Happiness in the best form is one of my children giving me a hug or sharing what they learned in school.Or hearing those precious sleepy giggles from my sweet toddler.
I will cherish a few things we shared in our convos but I will not cherish the way you hurt me.It wasn't worth it.Goodbye good riddance night night.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Keep It In The Pants
Standing in line to get
A marriage license
Couple in front say
He's 65 she's 18
All I can think is ew
He should have
kept it in his pants
The other day I think I
Met this crazy Dino boy
Who seduced this stalker fan
All I can say is
Keep it in your pants
Keep it in your pants
Keep it in your pants
Keep it in your pants
unless your doing the baby dance
Just keep it in your pants
At 21 so hot and heavy
Thought I knew the world
Mama told us we'd go to hell
Said keep it in your pants
If she pissed you off and
You hit her in turn
Gonna end up in the pokey
Should have kept it in your pants
When your in a parking lot
And your babe looks juicy and hot
Then you see a cop
Better keep it in your pants
Keep it in your pants
Keep it in your pants
Unless your doing a baby dance
Just Keep it in your pants
If your a roadie queen
And you say you got a plan
To bang everyone in the band
Just
keep it in the pants
Keep it in the pants
Mama told me
Better
keep it in your pants
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
lyrics: Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man
Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man
Don't Trample Down This Heart
I can't take it anymore
Those words will always echo thru my mind
I shut the door on love
when her dad walked out the door
I knew he didn't love me anymore
Until you came along
Showed me goodness in my heart
Right there Between
Unicorns and Pillowfights
Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man
Tutu Probably Turned me On
Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man
Pink Fuzzy All Decked Out
They Say we've probably just begun
But Then you turned and ran
Crushed my heart up on the floor
Now I can't see too clearly anymore
I hope someday you'll Call
I know you really care
But Now your Hearts as cold as
Bitter Ice
You Crazy Traveling Touring Music Man
I heard from someone else
Said you found a skanky girl
Says She'll Spread her Legs
Because you have a name
I never would have asked
to be with you for that
You crazy traveling touring Music Man
Until you came along
Showed me goodness in your heart
I know your mine
You crazy Music man
Friday, May 25, 2012
Little Hero lyrics
Dreams that started one fall day.
Guess we'll have a son
Something's missing
Something's wrong
They Say You'll Come Undone
Little Hero Your A Star
Little Hero You'll Go Far
Little Hero Your the one
little hero gotta get things done
Woooooooooooooooooooo
Woooooooooooooooooooo
What You'll Be Who you are
Well I know that you'll go far
A monkey ,a ninja , a football star
Little hero You'll Go Far
little hero Who you are
Little hero your the one
little hero gotta get things done
Woooooooooooooooooooooooo
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo
little hero you're a star
Yes I know they'll be
Something's I don't dream
little hero who you are
Little hero who you are
Little hero who you are
little hero your my star
Thursday, May 17, 2012
New Music
Where to begin that's a huge question?I could write about last Saturday and getting to experience my first Spencer Belll Legacy concert.But I won't tonight I simply wanted to announce I have new music out for the first time in 3 yrs.I
There is tremendous healing taking place.I have also realized this my life's work is to be an artist.I already fulfilled one dream meeting the love of my life and having 3 beautiful kids.No matter where this music journey takes me I am ready to fly.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Professionals as Olympians
most of you know how much I love short track speed skating well today I wanted to share my opinion on professional athletes that are highly paid wanting to be in the Olympics.I have always loved the Olympics , the first Olympics I watched were the Winter games of 1984 I was 6.5 yrs old.I remember my heart swelling with pride as I watched the athletes proudly dressed to represent their countries march in.The other memory I have of those games was seeing Scott Hamilton win his Gold medal in figure skating.These memories shaped my love for the movement.Now I mostly follow short track speedskating but I will be watching the London games too.But as we ready for the games I wanted to note that I find it annoying that all these professional athletes want to be part of the movement but they also want to get paid.
I feel they are taking away from the amateur athletes who have bled,sweated and cried to participate in their lifelong dream of being an Olympian.These athletes deserve to have their spotlight.So proud of all the Olympic athletes here's to you.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Little Hero
As I prepare to release Little Hero tonight I wanted to share a little bit about the inspiration.The song was written about our youngest child Joshua .He was born with a genetic syndrome called Goldenhar syndrome.We aren't really sure why he was born the way he was but we do know one thing our lives have been forever brightened by this little angel.Characteristics of Goldenhar are most notably children with microtia and aural atresia.In laymens terms he has a little malformed ear on his left side and most of his inner eat bones are missing or in Joshuas case out of place.Joshua will face 2 surgeries that we know of in the future. Thank you Joshua for being such a gift and for showing you mama the true meaning of perfect.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Happy Cloth Diapering Week
I love cloth diapering I love feeling like I am impacting my planet in a positive way .I do use sposies some but for the most part Josh boy is cloth diapered.So happy cloth diapering week.Next blog I am gonna talk about Mama cloth love yes there is such a thing and I have jumped on the bandwagon.
Til We see You Again 100 Monkeys
I need to blog about this too.Just adding my two cents.I fell head over heels in love with this band.
I needed their music at a time when my own music career was stagnate.I had been dealing with all these life events in the last 3 years and I was on this downward spiral.Losing my grandmother,having a very difficult pregnancy and then being blessed with the gift(yes it is a gift because I am learning new things) of raising a child with very specific needs,and finally almost losing someone very special to me last June all contributed to this.
I started falling in love last fall but I didn't really realize my passion for this band til January.
In March came the shock that Jerad Anderson and Jackson Rathbone were leaving and this last week we have come to know that the talented Uncle Larry had decided to move on too.We also learned that there were also no longer going to be 100 Monkeys.The shock might be wearing off just a little.I am still saddened by all the turn of events but what I really want to say is.
I don't think we need to blame the band.I think and I have thought for a long time that it is the people behind the band to blame.Before you go knocking Jackson Rathbone down as the one who caused it all remember that he is a person just like the rest of us and he has feelings as well.I was mad said some things I really regret on Twitter and now wish I could apologize for calling Jackson an asshole.He isn't he is simply walking thru some major hurt and had to make some decisions that he felt needed to be made.Regardless of what those reasons are I still massively love him for the talented ,quirky artist he is.For the artist he inspires me to be but mostly for being one of my musical influences.Keep on rocking dude and get ready for the ride of your life when that little boy makes his appearance soon.To the other members ~Jerad holy cow I greatly admire what you are doing with Watchbox.Thanks for putting a site up that I can watch good movies on.Ben J. for being quietly you and yet so talented many many great things are coming from you .Ben G.I have truely never heard a voice like yours and it inspires me so deeply I can't really say.Looking forward to more.To the talent that is Lawrence Abrams where do you begin your passion and your fire for creating run deep and I know we would be kindred spirits instantly if we sat down to talk.
Finally I want to say welcome to Rob Coonrod and Mat Black .I hope you know what you have gotten yourselves into this crazy ride is like no other .Peace out and Long Live 100 Monkeys and now the Band With No Name.
I needed their music at a time when my own music career was stagnate.I had been dealing with all these life events in the last 3 years and I was on this downward spiral.Losing my grandmother,having a very difficult pregnancy and then being blessed with the gift(yes it is a gift because I am learning new things) of raising a child with very specific needs,and finally almost losing someone very special to me last June all contributed to this.
I started falling in love last fall but I didn't really realize my passion for this band til January.
In March came the shock that Jerad Anderson and Jackson Rathbone were leaving and this last week we have come to know that the talented Uncle Larry had decided to move on too.We also learned that there were also no longer going to be 100 Monkeys.The shock might be wearing off just a little.I am still saddened by all the turn of events but what I really want to say is.
I don't think we need to blame the band.I think and I have thought for a long time that it is the people behind the band to blame.Before you go knocking Jackson Rathbone down as the one who caused it all remember that he is a person just like the rest of us and he has feelings as well.I was mad said some things I really regret on Twitter and now wish I could apologize for calling Jackson an asshole.He isn't he is simply walking thru some major hurt and had to make some decisions that he felt needed to be made.Regardless of what those reasons are I still massively love him for the talented ,quirky artist he is.For the artist he inspires me to be but mostly for being one of my musical influences.Keep on rocking dude and get ready for the ride of your life when that little boy makes his appearance soon.To the other members ~Jerad holy cow I greatly admire what you are doing with Watchbox.Thanks for putting a site up that I can watch good movies on.Ben J. for being quietly you and yet so talented many many great things are coming from you .Ben G.I have truely never heard a voice like yours and it inspires me so deeply I can't really say.Looking forward to more.To the talent that is Lawrence Abrams where do you begin your passion and your fire for creating run deep and I know we would be kindred spirits instantly if we sat down to talk.
Finally I want to say welcome to Rob Coonrod and Mat Black .I hope you know what you have gotten yourselves into this crazy ride is like no other .Peace out and Long Live 100 Monkeys and now the Band With No Name.
Being a Musician and Mom
I have had alot of people ask me what it is like being a musician and a mom or more specifically being a musician with a child that is hearing impaired.The fact is straight up all three of my kids inspire me in different ways.Right now my girls are being bullied alot for standing on their own two feet and being who they are as individuals.Larissa especially has gotten bullied because she has the guts to get up and sing an original song she wrote herself at 9 years old.She did so recently at a girl scout talent show and constantly sings on the playground she says she does her best writing there.So what if she sings girl has a love for country music she credits Jennette McCurdy of iCarly and her mama.I am one proud mama.She is going places look out you will probably see her name somewhere.
Natalie oh where to begin .The girl loves pop music or I should say all things Justin Bieber.One of the things I didn't care for growing up is that I wasn't allowed to listen to anything but Christian music.Thats all fine and good but I felt a little sheltered.As I grew up I would sneak the music in I knew what I had to do to be truely inspired as I learned my craft.Yes I was learning.I promise never to restrict your love of music Natalie Joy even if mama is not the biggest fan of Justin Bieber he has worked major hard to get where he is.
Josh oh Josh where to begin.That little boy has my heart and yes he is somewhat of a mama's boy.
Josh had a challenge from the moment he was born with having a rare genetic condition that was not diagnosed before birth.Joshua lives with Goldenhar and in particular one sided deafness everyday.I can't imagine a world where I could only hear a little but Josh has adapted.The kid has a gift for music at just 2 years old.He can drum a perfect beat I predict we will be the parents with a kid in a rock band and thats okay .To my beautiful inspirations keep rocking on.Mama loves you
Natalie oh where to begin .The girl loves pop music or I should say all things Justin Bieber.One of the things I didn't care for growing up is that I wasn't allowed to listen to anything but Christian music.Thats all fine and good but I felt a little sheltered.As I grew up I would sneak the music in I knew what I had to do to be truely inspired as I learned my craft.Yes I was learning.I promise never to restrict your love of music Natalie Joy even if mama is not the biggest fan of Justin Bieber he has worked major hard to get where he is.
Josh oh Josh where to begin.That little boy has my heart and yes he is somewhat of a mama's boy.
Josh had a challenge from the moment he was born with having a rare genetic condition that was not diagnosed before birth.Joshua lives with Goldenhar and in particular one sided deafness everyday.I can't imagine a world where I could only hear a little but Josh has adapted.The kid has a gift for music at just 2 years old.He can drum a perfect beat I predict we will be the parents with a kid in a rock band and thats okay .To my beautiful inspirations keep rocking on.Mama loves you
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