Thursday, May 24, 2018

Body Temple Burns...and Rebuilds

Kieba Blacklidge wrote one of our "Day in the Life" pieces back in 2012. Find her amazing diet and exercise for that day HERE. Since then she's helped hundreds of people reach their goals, published an autobiography, and built up her Body Temple Bootcamp to provide even more diverse experiences for her "campers".

But when Kilauea erupted earlier this month (technically its been erupting continuously since 1983, but things got explosively violent last week and Kilauea spit out tons of ash up to 30,000 feet in the air), it destroyed dozens of homes.

Among those homes was that of our friend Kieba Blacklidge. Her home and the entire Body Temple Bootcamp complex.

Please consider lending a hand for her to rebuild. No amount is too small.

Go HERE to donate.

Thank you!

Friday, May 18, 2018

Corey Glover & George Lynch: Supergroup!

Reported from Guitar World:

Corey Glover—lead singer of Living Colour—and Dokken/Lynch Mob guitarist George Lynch have teamed up to form Ultraphonix with bassist Pancho Tomaselli and drummer Chris Moore.

The band's debut album, Original Human Music, is set for an August 3 release via earMUSIC. You can check out the album's first single, "Walk Run Crawl," below.

"The album sounds like a fusion of early Chili Peppers meets King Crimson meets Judas Priest," Lynch said in a press release. "It's a super fun band."

Read the entire story HERE.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Christina Eve and Synesthesia

Taken from NPR...

I'd never be a visual artist if I was not first a musician. I have a deep love of music and especially love how a good song can arrest your heart or communicate things for which there are no words. I began studying music as a child and went on to get a degree in classical music. I geek-out over music theory and love the thrill of performing on stage with other musicians. Yet beyond all this, I experience another dimension of music that most do not.

I have synesthesia, a neurological phenomenon that involuntarily merges senses in the brain. Auditory stimuli activate my visual sense, so whenever I hear sound I see a unique light and color show. Listening to music is always a remarkable experience as the ears, eyes, heart, and mind are all inundated. For me, music reveals shimmering lights and geometric textures in bright colors, and light and dark swell and spin around each other......

Read the entire amazing article HERE!

Saturday, April 21, 2018

2 Years....

A Tribute to Prince

Lindsay Caudill

I can’t believe it’s been two years.

It’s all still so vivid. We were sitting in the McDonald’s drive-thru, about to head back from our walk at lunch, and I opened up my Facebook app while we waited. I tapped my notifications. The top one was from one of my sweet, sweet friends. I opened it, assuming it was a birthday greeting. Instead, it was a tag to a TMZ article that a dead body was found at Prince’s Paisley Park estate and was rumored to be Prince.

I started messaging everyone, seeing if they’d heard anything. I texted my parents, asking them to turn on the news. My mother tried to reassure me. “It’s probably not Prince but someone he has working there,” she said. “Don’t get upset, Linz.”

Only a week before, Prince’s plane had to be emergency landed and it was revealed he had to be given Narcan, although at the time it was reported as the flu. We all took to Facebook then to talk about it, worrying about what had happened on the plane and his failing health. He had been frail in recent years. Had he been terminally ill and we hadn’t known? He was a painfully private person.

By the time I got back to the office, I’d read and seen enough on Facebook via various news sources to know that what I feared to be true, in fact, was. I sat down at my desk, stared blankly at my computer, grabbed my bag, and left. On my way out, I told our then-commander the news and he teared up because he, like I, had grown up on Prince’s music. I turned the radio on in the car and the Sirius’s “80’s on 8" station was already playing a tribute.

Prince was dead.

On my birthday.

He was just 57 years old.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Poetry Series - Wild Sweet Bird

~Wild Sweet Bird~
Liz Fink-Davenport

I am glad I hit the ground.

I am glad I falter.

I’m glad my flight is flawed.

And I am glad that you see it.

My sweet bird, who watches at the cusp of the nest as the wind pulls the edges of your round hearth and home, small dry straw and bright pieces of yarn I gathered with diligence, are now on the breeze. You are stretching your neck to see me try to navigate the strong press and lift of the air. You shiver against the brisk upturn of downy feathers. And two bright eyes take in my every move. You are learning to fly and fall through my wings. Coast the up current and turn and dip through the sea of wind waves.

I will lose my way, wild sweet bird. I will turn right when left was the answer. I will search for a warm lift and find a cold press and try to bolster through. And I will sometimes fall completely to the earth and lay stunned for a moment. And you will watch. I am glad. Because I would take a thousand hurricanes of terrifying dark and cold solo flights for you. I will show you that the fall can stun but not stop. And I’ll look up with eyes full of relentless strength to feed your eyes.

My child. My bird. You are watching from the nest. But soon you will test timid wings. I’m here. You can rest in my fall. You can take comfort in my harm. I’ll take on the brutal wind and storms for you. But know this, I am glad. Glad that you see my stumble. Glad that you watch me struggle. I’m imperfect, sweet bird. But my love is enough to shelter us both. To give you strength to learn from my failures. And to bolster your flight from the nest that is falling apart.

You are strong.

You can fly.

I’m here to see it.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Poetry Series: Joey and Jesus

Joey and Jesus
Liz Fink-Davenport

What small smile starts in your heart when you hear your child’s name?
I’m sitting cross legged and running my fingers through hair that is as familiar as mine. DNA being redistributed through a small electric current that is solely yours and theirs. The smell of this smaller being is a hard earned fist clinched. That moment you held a blanket that was breathing and you took in the scent of them and you fell madly in love. How can a tiny angry boiled looking pink wiggling thing elicit love? Because this is a piece of your heart walking around on this earth outside of your chest. Independent footprints in mud. Dirty fingernails on chubby fingers. Drool on your shoulder that smells like milk and you both adore it and cry over it. And you will always smell like Goldfish crackers and spit. But this is what you should know, it changes. The clock in the hall moves faster than you. It speeds up and the nap turns into the walk to school turns into the sleepovers turns into the cat’s cradle turns into the can I drive turns into the mom I’m in love turns into the hold your grandbaby turns into I will care for you mom turns into don’t go yet turns into my baby is holding me.

Sweet little one who wants braids tonight, I’ll braid. I’ll hum. I’ll say the goodnight prayer. The one that asks Jesus to take your soul if you don’t wake. But I won’t mean it. I’ll ask Jesus to take me long before you, my growing up angel. Because I have one purpose on this Earth and it’s to be here until you are strong enough not to need me. And tonight you need braids. So this night is not it. The small smile starts at the corners of my mouth and rolls up and around your name.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Lindsay Speaks.....

A few weeks ago, I started to develop heart palpitations accompanied with chest pains. My heart started to beat rapidly and with a force I could feel all over my entire body. It only happened while I was trying to sleep and would calm down while I was sitting or standing. It even began to wake me up at all hours of the night, causing me fitful tossing and turning. The waking up at all hours/not sleeping well is something that has been around since mid-August, but the heart issues were new.

Having been born with two heart murmurs, I decided it would probably be a good idea to see my doctor. Beforehand, I described my symptoms to one of my dearest friends (Dr. Burks, I've dubbed her) and she pinpointed the problem right away. She, and as my doctor would later tell me, said I needed to drink more water. My doctor attributed it to dehydration, particularly since the beating changes with positions, and that it's common with females. She suggested I wear a heart monitor for 24 hours and see if there was anything else going on. She also recommended, as she has many times before, to avoid any stress or upset because I, by default, am anxious and suffer from anxiety attacks.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Poetry Series: a Winter Morning Haiku

~A Winter Morning Haiku~ 
Liz Fink-Davenport

Come back to bed
The world is frosted for us
Hibernate with me.

Poetry Series:Flags


Liz Fink-Davenport

Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. Turned inside out. It’s all the love you want to give but there is no receiver. Sorrow is a battle flag. You can wave to say that you paid it all. You were in the trenches. You risked. Proudly holding high the tattered piece of your pride. You loved.

We all ache. Losing love is like a window to the soul. And my sweet, you have every right to live deep in this hurt for a time. And then, come out. This was a lesson. And so if you must, crawl through the lesson and then into the light. To find love without the grief. Without the bite. To leave it turned right side out. Wait and then find the one that will gather you up in their arms and give you your last first kiss. And wave a new flag. Hope.

Friday, January 5, 2018

Another 50 Years.....

Another 50 Years...

As we ended 2017 with a look at music from 1967, I thought it appropriate to kick off the new year with another look back - this time to 1968. For some, just interesting trivia, but for others, perhaps, inspiration.

A cursory glance at the events of the year see Johnny Cash performing his iconic show (and later released as an album) at Folsom Prison in January. This followed by a string of amazing happenings: David Gilmour joins Pink Floyd, promoter Bill Graham opens the Filmore East in NY, the wedding of Johnny and June, "Hair" opens on Broadway, Aretha Franklin records her live album in Paris, Lennon & McCartney launch Apple, then begin recording "the White Album" (which is released later the same year), Jeff Beck releases "Truth" (which launches the careers of Rod Stewart and Ronnie Wood), The Who begin recording "Tommy", Janis Joplin breaks from Big Brother and goes solo, Elvis becomes the highest rated TV special of the entire year, and more.

The year sees the forming of Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, CS&N, Yes, RushN Free, King Crimson, Deep Purple....and the demise of Buffulo Springfield, the Yardbirds, Cream, the Righteous Brothers....

January alone sees albums by Merle Haggard, Elvis Presley, John Coltrane, Johnny Cash, Richie Havens, Steppenwolf, Nancy Sinatra, Velvet Underground, Aretha Franklin, Gordon Lightfoot, Iron Butterfly, the Byrds, Dr. John, Simon & Garfunkel, and more...while the remainder of the year is equally explosive, with albums released by Otis Redding, Fleetwood Mac, the Bee Gees, James Brown, Miles Davis, Joni Mitchell, Ray Charles, Sly & the Family Stone, Herb Alpert, Tom Jones, Beach Boys, Joan Baez. Jose Feliciano, the Band, the Doors, CCR, Etta James, Marvin Gaye, , Jefferson Airplane, Muddy Waters, Jimi Hendrix, solo albums by Beatles' George Harrison and John Lennon, Dean Martin, Curtis Mayfield, Rolling Stones, Temptations...

The year also sees the biggest selling songs in "Hey Jude", "What a Wonderful World", "Dock of the Bay", and "Jumpin' Jack Flash" well as songs like Jimi's version of the Dylan classic "All Along the Watchtower", Steppenwolf's "Born the Be Wild", Aretha's "Chain of Fools", "Mighty Quinn", "Piece of My Heart" & "Summertime", the novelty hit "Tiptoe Through the Tulips", "White Room", "Mony Mony"....

1968 also saw musical films from "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" to "Yellow Submarine".

Sadly, it brought the deaths of blues harp master Little Walter, jazz guitar legend Wes Montgomery, and many more....but it also saw the births of Sarah McLaughlin, guitarist Charlie Sexton, Thom Yorke of Radiohead,  rapper LL Cool J, Celine Dion, Dawn Robertson of En Vogue....

So now you're ready for trivial pursuit...or you have some fuel for your creative fires.

Go carve your name in history, friends.