Otis Redding

Where are all the great performers now a-days?  You know the ones that let their soul bleed on stage.  It doesn't have to be a mass production or overdone.  When your good there's no need for all the glitz, smoke and mirrors.  

Otis every word you speak is drenched in emotion that you can feel.  60 years later I can feel it, your talent has allowed me to recruit only the best performers for my vision.  I now understand the difference, thank you.  I am pulling much inspiration from you and your soulfulness, its timeless and classic.

I am taken by your music and although you had a short life you left such an impact..STILL!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzrXc68gNjQ, yes yes yes!!!

Ray Charles

Dear Ray,

Wow Ray what a tone?  Your an absolute moment catcher the ability is haunting.  What a soulful amazing flow of absolute feeling.  If I could be a fraction of your ability to be an artist , I will die happy. What heart, what vision.  You defeated all odds especially at that time.  Ray you made me believe that I can be a presence while staying a musician. Where did the feeling go?  When did it leave?  Your soulfulness is convincing and sincere.  Between you and Big Mama I am yet again stunted that now I can admire your ability your talent while trying to create what has already been done.  

Side note the song: 

Georgia- (please copy and paste and listen to with headphones in a crowd of people or on a balcony ready..) 


http://www.youtube.com/watchv=IumnmhnPJKQ 

And to think you were once band from this state for a long long time due to segregation.  This song how beautiful, how unbelievably heartfelt.  I sat on my balcony and watched 10 planes fly right by the moon.  No shit.  I was a believer then that you are the man.

Composer, creator, persistent, courageous, spontaneous, trusting to musical ability, and soulful man you are.  

Nice to meet you I will also be doing you some justice as well,

It was a pleasure...  

Love,

Dani from Dani & The Mad Men

Big Mama Thornton

So this couldn't have worked out any better, while capturing my music vision/dream I stumble on exactly what I'm supposed to.  Let me backtrack a bit, I am in the research process for my new music project and I entered the Electric Fetus not really sure what to look for.  This research is to conceptualize the overall sound I'm recreating so that all my musicians are on the same page.  Without missing a beat, there she was all 300 pounds this is when I met Ms. Big Mama Thornton.  My game changer and if you don't know her soon you will.  If you know of Elvis then you should know of this fantastic woman, after-all most of his idea's came from her.  

This is my tribute blog to say thank you for leading me to her music, I have never felt so inspired and relieved to have such a clear musical vision.  Big Mama I'm going to do you some justice.

Don't know who she is?  Copy and paste link below and you will soon understand..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XUAg1_A7IE

So much more to come!!

Ready to Fall

I was taking the bike around the beautiful Minnesota lakes and there it was, it almost shocked me as if I have been so consumed by my current project I hadn't even realized it.  Half of a perfectly green tree was  turning.  The pinks, oranges and bright yellows made me stop and get off my bike and pluck a maturing leaf.  It's funny when your 'in' something, life is always continuing in it's beautiful repetition.  It made me stop, breath and marvel in the amazingly perfect colors of fall.   

Slowly the mornings are getting crisper, an extra blanket is pulled out of storage and a light jacket feels just right.  Cinnamon, cardamon and nutmeg are the warm flavors making a steady comeback like they do every year.  What a great time for change, some don't welcome it because the harsh cold is right around the corner but for right now I can't help to not think of how perfect it is.  We survived the humidity and now we sleep with the windows open. 

Instead of cruising on auto-pilot through this change and bitching about the winter that hasn't come yet I encourage you to walk anywhere in Minnesota right now and see all the colors around you.  It only lasts for just a little bit and right now it's in the beginning stage of digression.  Half summer green and the other half natures colors marking an end.  What a beautifully symbolic thing.  I say welcome fall with open arms and it couldn't mark a better change for me and my upcoming journey.  I can't wait to see Manhattan during this time even if it's at the tail-end of fall.  

Fall I missed you, welcome back and please do stay as long as you want I welcome you.  No better time then right now.

My Stage

In this story we start with a stage, not just any stage but the platform I hold with the upmost protection in my mind.  When I stand on it I sometimes feel like I'm going to fall off the edge.  I sense the coolness of a slight breeze, the energy is unbelievably intoxicating.  The lights are warm and bright and beads of sweat drip down the back of my neck.   I can see faces not any that I can make out, I know they are there, watching and waiting.  The anticipation of them fuels my slight nervousness mostly caused by adrenal pumping through my veins.  I have arrived, I am home.  I am in no better place then in the center, band behind me.  I am doing this and it all feels a tad surreal and every fiber of my being knows that this is me.  Its always been me, it's always followed as sure as the shadow I cast.  Doesn't matter the distractions that seem to push it aside it always remains there.

There is no more important time then right now.  As I sit everyday conceptualizing my new project that is 100% mine,  I have become like a proud mommy protecting my newborn child.  Although it is in it's infancy, I write today while building on this new project at an incredible rate.   Never have I been so influenced, never has it felt so right.  The idea's flow like a raging river filling the holes I once couldn't see or possibly wasn't open to seeing.  The doors keep opening, where I don't have an answer suddenly an answer comes days later.  This new process couldn't have come at a better time and for once there is one thing thats not following me;

Doubt:  To fear, distrust, uncertain, is considered questionable or unlikely and a hesitation to believe.  

I threw my hands up in the air months ago and although I didn't have the answer when I wanted it, each day brings new enlightenment.  There is much to come, so many changes and this new adventure was supposed to happen regardless of how I got here.  Creating out of thin air removes doubt and fear and for that I am forever grateful as none has followed me.  Trusting the process is crucial even through the unanswered questions.

The world is my stage, the stage is my home.

The Chivalrous Man

Things are making a come back, we can't all really buy into the fact that this is all working.  Sometimes progression is good other times maybe not so much.  Within the dynamics of a relationship where I once thought chivalry was dead, I am here to say its not.  Woman shouldn't expect it, its the way in which one holds themselves to receive it.   

While being monogamous the chivalry obviously died overtime but now that I'm single I see it everyday, in fact I can't get away from it.  The man that opens the door, carries the groceries and lights a cigarette he's all around me.  This chivalrous man that had a good mother and possibly sisters understand the soft nature of a woman no matter how hard the exterior.  The more hurt the harder the wall and the deeper the layers.  Monogamy works, high expectations does not.  I believe it won't be full-fledged 1950's but I think the common man is starting to realize that there is some sustainable thoughtfulness that needs to happen and woman are taking guards down to receive it.  

The games have become to difficult and blurry to read and follow, that I'm pretty sure we are all sick of them to a certain degree.  The harder a game we play the further away from love we become and the less we understand about one another.  

Lets look at this even further shall we.  For every 100 single woman there are 88 unmarried men out there.  43% of people over the age of 18 are single.  Whats going on?  Are we not understanding each other or projecting too much on one another?  I have watched successful couples and I see the secrets that make them work like a well oiled machines.  I am happy to see this kind of man back into my life, ladies it is what you see out of it and a standard that you hold them accountable for while ALWAYS REMAINING INDEPENDENT...(yah I missed that one in the last marry-go-round, lesson learned).  

Start looking around you and allow the chivalry to happen for you, open yourself up to it..sure some guys try hard but don't shut them down they are engrained to try, to court and be thoughtful.  Let it happen.  To the men I see with chivalry, I commend your bravery and say thank you for always opening up the door for me.  

There's something happening, don't believe me?  Read this:

http://articles.cnn.com/2010-08-19/living/single.in.america_1_single-fathers-single-mothers-single-parents?_s=PM:LIVING

Dear New York City and Myself

This journey has given me so much both high's and lows however my proudest moment was moving to the Lower East Side, Manhattan.  On January 2 of this year I packed up my things and drove from Minnesota to a giant monster of a city.  I recall not thinking much about it until I was white knuckling the steering wheel.  When I read my Breaking Manhattan blog I am reminded of how amazing that opportunity was for me.  For that I am grateful because I will be making the move again on Oct.16th of this year however this time by plane and this time all by myself.   

I may not of moved by myself so the greatest blessing was moving there with someone and this time will be even better because I will be doing it alone.  No crutch this time.   My way, my journey and not for someone else's career. I felt such a sadness leaving the first time to do yet another move and this time I will be staying.  Hitting the ground running..

I see Manhattan as this massive ball of yarn, intermixed with opportunity and despair.  Its dark and hopeful, unforgiving yet welcoming..easy yet complicated.  I feel like from a distance I am a bird flying over the top of it wondering how to become it, conquer it and find my place within it.  My blessing is this vision I have been having and it's up to me to weed through 8 million people, find the right ones to make it my reality.  

When I first moved back from London, every fiber of my being said "this is your home but not your place in this world"  I then received a phone call and a spot had opened up for me in the LES (lower east side) I knew this was fate knocking.  I answered it and now I sit with just months away from yet another move.  

I am writing to you to share this experience however this is also a letter to myself.  To remind myself to stay above water because Manhattan is many wonderful things its also harsh and sometimes cruel.  This is to remind myself of perseverance and persistence, trusting my instinct and taking my journey one step at a time.  I always want to see New York as my opportunity, rejection is only part of the game.  Patience and gratitude and holding oneself with grace and forgiveness. When Manhattan seems heavy make light out of it.  Become the streets, many great things came from Bleecker, Houston and of course Park Ave.   Stay in but don't be afraid to go outward.  Meet people, eat great food and when things get hard call your family first.  

If only before every journey we could write a letter to oneself...