Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Monday, February 7, 2011

He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

These last two weeks have been strange and really uplifting and happy. Immense thanks. I just got a job. FINALLY! after 3 months of unemployment I am joining the workforce yet again. The ole car broke down and it's all biking from here on it. I'm looking forward to it. Get into good shape. Thankfully in Bloomington things are pretty close together, makes for an easier ride. Even better news, we found a house about a mile and a half west of campus and downtown. It's a five bedroom with two full baths and a basement with a few rooms leading off of it. It's a beautiful old house with seclusion and a history of music. I'll try and bag a few photos of it. I've been recording like crazy and writing everyday. trying to create more and more material. I'm working with putting together a full band for house parties and venues that would prefer full band to lone singer-songwriter. I've got many plans for the summer. I've begun working out taking a bus from Indy to Kansas to Colorado and back to Indy. Wakarusa's lineup is stellar and that's on my list as well. My friend Dylan and I are going to backpack through the Hoosier Trails which passes through the southern part of Bloomington all the way to the border of Kentucky. That last one has to happen. Ah, backpacks and tents, just walking and camping, maybe smoking, writing songs, catching fish and so on. Am I being too unrealistic. I can't help it. I have an overactive imagination.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I Was A Lover For a Week

I laid my hand on your forehead and checked your temperature
I kissed your eyelids, kissed the bridge of your nose and fell into a slumber
I ran my hands all along the physical nation that was your body
discovered new land and claimed it for my own

"You belong to me and when you have someone's belongings, you take care of them"

I've been clean from the ole scripts for several months now. I hadn't even thought of it until just now. How easy it has become to say no to those little white pills. It's astonishing really.

I moved to Bloomington a month and 9 days ago. My love flew the nest 15 days ago. I became a half two months and 14 days ago. I will be refreshed in 2 days. I will be a whole in two months and 28 days.

I'm going to Nashville in two days. I can't wait. I got asked to play in the broadripple music festival October 16th. I'll be playing at Indy Cd/Vinyl at 2:00 pm and then at 10:30 pm at the Jazz Kitchen w/mystikos quintet. Should be one hell of a time

Why keep such a huge part of me a secret. There are so many medicinal uses it's not even funny. When my mind gets all out of wack and I start to feel like I'm going crazy, it helps calm me down and think. Those who want to argue the legality and morality of marijuana are people I have no ears for.
Alcohol, this vile and toxic poison, is allowed to be sold and consumed. This vile poison, that creates an avenue for people to behave in such an animalistic and lustful nature, is considered better than a plant? the absurdity is mind boggling. and to think it's legality is based purely off of racism is not so surprising in this nation ran by conservative racists.

Of course, this is all opinion. I understand that it's not for everyone. and I understand all of the dark underbelly that comes with marijuana. But honestly which is worse, a severe drunk...or...a severe pothead? the pot head may be annoying, but the drunk is just downright sad. I'm done ranting about mary jane. No shame in being an advocate of decriminalization.

I should be careful of what I say. If ever I become famous, then everything'll be taken out of context

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Indiana: there's no place like home

Indiana. Born and raised. I never knew how "country" people really think Indiana is until i made friends out of state. A friend of mine moved from Conneticut and said he couldn't believe how flat the land was out here. But, Indiana has hills. I live in Avon, a city so small and rural it didn't become a city until 10 years ago. In fact, it was technically considered a village in 1993. My backyard used to be a cornfield up until a year ago, now it's a middle school.

Indiana is absolutely gorgeous to me, yeah, sometimes i'd like to get out and get away and see something other than farms, and corn, and lots and lots of trees, but then other times I couldn't see myself living anywhere else. My bestfriend lives in Osgood which is about an hour and a half southeast of here. There's a total of 1,650 people who live there. It really is a farm community. He lives on an 18 acre farm with three horses, a few duckies, a cow named Norman, some chickens, and dog named Maggie. The last time I stayed with him, we camped out at and went horseback riding with his dad and half his community. People driving didn't even bat an eye lash as we made our way through the back roads in a caravan of horses, donkies, and minihorses.

While riding a cute little beagle joined us on our journey and Dylan's father aptly named him Beagle Dog. "Come on Beagle dog, keep up" I had to be back home that evening to play a show in indianapolis, so we rode the horses back to his home. Again, no one batted an eyelash at the fact that we stopped at a gas station on horse back. On the way home the horse I was riding began to ride a little faster, pretty soon we were flying down the road when my saddle slid down and I was holding onto her mane for dear life. Dylan pulled up beside and tried to hoist me back onto the horse but it was too late. I was down and out and my body slammed like a rag doll. My horse took off and i told Dylan to go catch her. I was alright, a little bruised up but, nothing i couldn't handle. It was a great story and I'll never forget that weekend. it was amazing.

Indiana may be country or hick, or small town or whatever people wanna call it, but i don't neccesarilly think it's a bad thing. some of the nicest people i've met were people in some of the most rural places. Greensburg, Indiana people have tipped me five dollars just for playing guitar on the street. I really am a small town kinda girl. All you stuck up big city folks stay in your big cities.