Album Release.

When I look around the faces, the people. All artists facing a journey that comes with no map, yet we still believe. When a life more simple lays within arms reach.  I am a small town girl with just an idea.  To be sown, from the moment a seed drops. When it meets the soil, it starts to grow. From a seed to a flower, it thought always it was bigger than it was. Perhaps hasn't been, yet.

I never thought, never.   To be standing on the greatest stage of my life.   To know my voice is all that is heard, it's never easy.  I have the biggest falls with that, cause I don't know.  When I write I can only be honest cause that's all I know.  Truly.  It's all I can give. I stood and saw the faces, the people. 

My only wish is that they could see me.  Hartlee, Turtle, Bird and Issac.  To dream in this world is a splendid thing.  Forever.  I am who I am because of the children I love.  Call me a dreamer,  a believer  but at least I'm honest. 

From the bottom of my soul, the people that supported me tonight were beyond anything I could ever hope. Dream.  A rare energy, an eclectic crowd. When I sang Mama, I saw eyes roll back into their heads, a thoughtful process.  I knew then that it was worth it.  Even if it was a handful. That the connector was beyond me, that a voice in music was needed. The binder is missing. I saw people put their iPhones down and converse and drink and be merry.  Such a beautiful sight.

It's moments like this that I wonder, how did it come to be?  But then I recall his face in the rear view mirror.  The angels on my flight back from London.  The wine I drank with my mom and my sisters after not sleeping for 32 hours. I remember walking in the most beautiful summer grass, and my toes getting wet from the dew that comes from a hot summer night.  The sunshine was about to retire so the most golden of hue lite the sky. My finger tips love the feel of the cat tails that grow wild, although I'm weary of the poison ivy that greens right beside it.  When you walk through the tunnel you will see the most gorgeous lake, if you happen to catch it at dusk consider yourself lucky.   It was there I declared to the sky.  It was there I said some magic words,  that I wanted to make something beautiful out of something painful.  That I trusted the world, whatever that may be.  3 years later I released To Be Sown and couldn't be more grateful. 

1. re·lease

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      allow or enable to escape from confinement; set free.

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Spring.

I remember now.
So foundly.
Like the way wet grass feels in the summer.
Despite the weather
The rain that comes
The snow that goes.
The way the mushy earth feels.
I always look forward to sping.
As it reminds me to be reborn.
To try again,
To prevail,
And to turn another page.
Start, maybe.
Perhaps the worst is behind us.
Maybe it's not.
But soon,
That same brisk night will meet us again.
They will put on more layers.
Rush home at night.
They will moan about how muggy it is.
How they don't sleep right at night.
But tell me one thing...
When that seasons change
Can we remain the same?

The Next Generation of Jazz.

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Gotham.

New York doesn't mind.
The story is richer then yours.
Dreams come here.
To fly.
Most to die.
Yet you come.
It's not dark.
It's unforgiving.
This city I call second home.
Leads me beyond the child that never
Saw.
Perhaps.
Its a big bad world.
Outside your front door.
It's bigger then you.
Cause dreams only mean
Something to you.
Unless you forgot.
Whether here in New York
Or Denmark.
To Antarctica
And Greenland.
Dreams I tell you matter.
In small towns or not.
If you want to become though you become here
Pay for an education
Or get one here
For free.
Means nothing to her.
She wants feeling and that's what she wants.
A try.
A care.
A respect.
If you don't give her that
You will become what was.
Dreams come here to become.
It doesn't matter if you are here or there.
The bigger the dream the more freighting the scare.

Wind.

You nudge me
Meets in the middle of the night
It's almost like we are playing a game
Yet I can never see you.
Tag, your it.
When you come close to me.
Your always there
Yet sometimes I don't feel you
Then I do.
Then think how I could ever forget
Running wild
Glistening in the sun.
Golden hair.
My eyes matching the sky.
I could run for miles.
Cause you carried me.
Now I only sometimes feel you.
I wonder where you go.
Caught between concrete, I suppose.
But it's moments like this
When the coldest gust
Hits my face
I'm reminded of you.
And how you never truly leave me.

My Debut Album is on iTunes.

A few days ago I released my debut album called To Be Sown.  The journey of a singer/songwriter is often filled with high highs and very low lows.  It's not always easy, doing it in the biggest city in the world presents even more challenges.

3 years ago I was a girl new to New York, claiming to be a singer/songwriter.  I had no album, I had no band.  I told everyone I met, I wanted everyone to believe as much as I did and they did.  Even though I had nothing to prove I actually was but voice clips with no instruments.  The shear determination of my 26 year old self almost feels like someone else. When my memories flash to those days it's like I'm watching a movie about someone else's life, certainly not mine.  But that was the start.  It was the building blocks to this moment when perhaps I wasn't but was one day gonna be.

It is the weirdest feeling truly. Its uncomfortable and doubtful with moments of did I really release an album? Are people going to understand what I'm saying?  Will anyone hear it, like really hear it? The journey to where I am today was dependent on many different factors.  Choices, I see now but didn't understand when I went through them.  From saying, to doing.

The album is meant to be listened to from start to finish.  It was written like a book, by me about experiences I went through and experiences I witnessed.  It's very true to life which means it's pages ripped from my diary.  It's as honest as I could get.

On the dock of my parents lake, in my deepest of despair.  I looked to the sky and declared I would make a horribly painful breakup a beautiful experience.  I can now say after 3 years, I have.  

To Be Sown on iTunes now, please enjoy and share a review:)

https://itunes.apple.com/album/to-be-sown/id830744910#.UxbT-9oe7MY.email

California.

I wanted so badly for you to stop.  Be truly in the moment.  I felt I was always making you come back.  There was one place I never had to do that.  When my feel touched the purest sand, we walked so far away from the boardwalk.  I will never forget the sound of souls trying to make it.  I will never forget the warmth of the sun and the way the ocean got louder.  It felt like quicksand, each toe grasping for earth.  The wind made it feel like you were in the deep desert and the ocean was merely a figment of your imagination. But it was worth believing in.  It was the first time I ever saw you happy.

I saw the intense love.  I couldn't move you, you were already moved. It was the time I saw you calm.  Really relishing in what it felt like to be free, if not only for a moment.  It was as if you saw her for the first time.

On this day we took it to the edge, dipping our feet in and running as it was a bucket of ice. Yet we still were tempted by it.  Each wave coming close enough.  It felt like dancing.  We walked beyond the noise of the boardwalk, followed the sun.  I collected shells,  you gazed.  Hills to the right, strangers never too close.  The purest of sand below our feet.  Its the only time I love to hear the seagulls sing, every so often answering to the mighty ocean. We ate breakfast here.  I made mashed potatoes with a fork.  That ice cream cone in front of Jim Morrison's house though, that's when I saw you.  Like really saw you, the golden sunset and the dancing welcomers to the darkness.  Under a blanket we looked up at the stars we never see in New York and much like with the ocean, fell in love all over again.

We heard skateboards. You played The Doors. It was the last time I heard the ocean.