tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87013473865124460042024-03-18T20:42:43.643-07:00Music Maniablog written by musician artist allyson lipkin a.k.a. dd daggerhttp://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-88368371698997592442020-04-24T21:02:00.000-07:002020-04-24T21:28:01.822-07:00late in the evening all you want to do is play the piano, slowly and with feelingBut I can't tonight! I probably could, but I have a staff infection in my finger. And I want to give it another day to heal and DEF can't pick up that guitar and finish that song "dreams" i've been working on for a month. It HURTS> Speaking of....<br />
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This global pandemic is finally starting to get to me. I relaxed into the first month because I was able to continue my detox of this last failed attempt at relationship. I kept seeing them around town; I felt I was always looking over my shoulder; and sometimes there they were. My heart sunk. Then it rose thinking the union could continue; then it would fall again: only one person showing up. Need two.<br />
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So, I was thankful I could just heal and not worry about all that, all that Fomo. Sometimes Austin is still a small town! But it is MY TOWN and I've been here awhile so my note to self: WALK WITH HEAD HIGH. Self-Esteem is vital! Stay in the flow; continue to let love in.<br />
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DOOOOOOD this last season was trying in many ways: I didn't have much in the way artistically to work on; and at the same time i was burned out. Weird. I'm enjoying the quiet solitude most times but tonight is hard. AND MY FINGER> OUCH<br />
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It's been almost a year since I went on my solo camping trip. I"m trying to think of when/where I can go next. I will take myself for my birthday.<br />
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That last trip was A TRIP! I went west thru from Texas to California and down to Baja. I was worried down there, driving alone: seemed to be checkpoints everywhere and I didn't have the proper papers for my camper. But I will next time, if I go to Mexico. I could be happy in Arizona or New Mexico alone! Or the more isolated parts of California. Some Parts of California are HEINUS to me.<br />
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It was scary and exhilarating! The miles and miles and miles of scary sand dunes in the middle of nowhere: the rolling hills - couldn't see 10 feet in front of me. The lights and obvious "workshop" in carved into the sand dune: I was scared of getting a flat tire all by myself in the middle of nowhere. I didn't though.<br />
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I would like to do it again: but can we ever do anything again? Without masks? Will inspiration come? Can i find more awesome hot springs? Will I complete the record I started on that journey: "Welcome to the El Dorado"???<br />
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Dreaming of hot springs....dreaming of live shows and entertaining people.<br />
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<br />http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-87098127688348900562018-12-05T16:36:00.004-08:002018-12-05T16:36:47.313-08:00instability fuels artistic crisis! I'm knitting knitting knitting this winter away. I've made 4 shawls and 2 scarfs and am giving them all away. The shawls have gotten increasingly thicker- like Moroccan Carpets at this point. All different colors; like little tapestries.<br />
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Well, idk why it has happened. but i'm having an artistic crisis. I dread even going into the details so please forgive me. The deal is I want more. More fun, more music, more love. More understanding better gigs and less hassle. I want people to understand me; and when they do I want them to leave me alone.<br />
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What goes up must come down. There is a paradox going on here! I strive to do different things and to challenge myself, and when I do I stress myself to the max and end up hurting myself (like my back when I made the glass umbrellas for the city this year) Or my shoulders when I joined the Cinematic Symphony last year- they still haven't healed. I hurt them tensing up trying to do something that I've never done fluently: read music. It was too hard. It's going to take some time to get better - but tell my body that.<br />
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This opens up a channel inside too: for inspiration! For me to listen to you and learn. To FEEL inspired by your achievements. I love that feeling. Rather than the other: envy. So, let it roll please.<br />
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Please tell me how you've conquered your fears, your illnesses, your heartaches. What you've done, how you've dealt with it, how you changed or modified your thinking. Thanks for sharing!<br />
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http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-86186660142464925862017-07-06T16:33:00.001-07:002017-07-06T16:33:35.863-07:00Note to my younger self on the art of making artDearest sweet Allyson;<br />
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You are a do-er. So, if you ever feel depressed because your not doing something, anything, just remember that it's ok. It will not last, and you will be doing something interesting again soon. You will have years of what I'm calling an "art desert" but that too, shall pass. You will say to yourself, ugh! That was hard, I'm glad that year(s) is over.<br />
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Sweetie, you have to make your own creative opportunities. Decide what YOU want to do, and then sit back and wait 5 years, maybe 10. You will look back and you will have done it. It might not look or feel as you expected.<br />
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IT IS OK that you wait until the last minute to do most creative things, but you have to suffer those consequences. (that comes from a therapy session you have had in 2017 so don't worry about it for now except that now is then)<br />
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The people you work with is paramount. You have stayed in creative situations WAY too long thinking that nothing else would come your way, but this is dysfunctional. Things DO end and you will be glad they do.<br />
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On that note letting go is not easy for you, and it's not easy for most people. But time heals. And, in 2017 time heals things a lot quicker, I believe, because you are not pouring fuel onto your flames.<br />
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You are an intellectual and thrive on mental and physical stimulation. You are also an athlete so don't forget to exercize! Also, you will be forever trying to calm your mental state.<br />
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You doubt yourself and you worry too much; but you are a leader. Note that not all people can lead a group and you can. Feel good about it; it requires a grace that comes over time.<br />
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You are highly emotional and sensitive, don't lash out if you can help it. You ALWAYS regret it.<br />
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Some people will loathe you and even hate you at times. You will forever be dealing with this emotional consequence of your person, your humanity.<br />
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As they say, patience is a virtue that doesn't come easily to you. It helps to tell yourself "patience". It calms you down.<br />
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Doing TOO much makes you miserable. Less is more, you will understand this better and better; because you certainly can't do all the things you want to; because you want to do so many different things.<br />
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<br />http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-81989942164451716552016-12-31T08:33:00.000-08:002016-12-31T08:33:11.308-08:00The pain the art the love the joy the pleasure of painIn attempts to calm my soul my musician buddy Paulie Think gave me this to listen to::: <a href="https://youtu.be/53LxQlWG7PM">https://youtu.be/53LxQlWG7PM</a><br />
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I'm not in the deep emotional pain anymore, that was hard! But I still have some pain problemos. I have <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tension_myositis_syndrome" target="_blank">TMS</a>; if youre interested in pain disorders. I'm trying to reorder it; that is my New Years Resolution. I really think I can help myself, I'm quite hopeful! This pain disorder centers in the brain and essentially cuts off oxygen to the muscles, sending a message that there is a problem there...but guess what!!!?? There is no problem with my back it is quite strong!<br />
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Anyway, back to my record. It is true! I have made my best record, and it was well-received.<br />
It's not live on itunes yet but I'm hoping it will come soon. <a href="http://www.austinchronicle.com/music/2016-12-23/dd-dagger-the-lone-wolf-meets-the-underdog/" target="_blank">See a review here></a><br />
It got a top 10! <a href="http://www.austinchronicle.com/music/2016-12-30/top-10-austin-albums-of-2016-the-chronicle-music-staff-picks-their-favorite-local-records/" target="_blank">See here:></a> <br />
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Imma start my year with some resolutions but I haven't written them yet........</div>
http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-84262688707484525002016-10-08T00:23:00.001-07:002016-10-08T00:23:41.673-07:00Mexican Not AmericanThe Spanish Man was a gentleman.<div><br></div><div>The Spanish Man is NOT Spainish, he is Indio and the the color of his very dark reddish skin is enchanting. </div><div><br></div><div>Those that send money home are delightful; but they may not believe in Christ which is fine by me; since I don't either. No Le pregunte sobre La Virgin.</div><div><br></div><div>I promised myself I would never date another Mexican; and don't mean Chicano, cause they are very possessive. And Macho. But dayum he could fix my car (mechanico) or likely help me with anything around the house, gladly. And that skintone! </div><div><br></div><div>An American man or boychild wants a booty call; to meet at the club, for you to pay his meal or have sex before its time but the Indiginous Mextizo will take a girl to eat at her favorite Mexican food restaurant, let her order whatever she wants, allow her to take HERSELF to the club, cause she wanted to ride the scooter; but still waits outside to pay her entrance to the club.</div><div><br></div><div>...Buys her fizzy water unsolicited, does not get wasted or take drugs and dances all night to Cajun music and wears sexy boots like the campesino that he is. </div><div><br></div><div>Not country-western boots, COUNTRY boots. </div><div><br></div><div>The Indian would have liked to take her home but does not in a million years expect to; speaks Spanish to her/me all night nor does he expect a kiss but probably would have delighted in one. </div><div><br></div><div>He dances close but is not aggressive; and did not shove his tounge down her throat unexpectedly like the white man with the blonde mustache did on his first "date"; outside the same club; which actually wasn't a date at all. </div><div><br></div><div>He works 7-5, M-F plays futball, tiene cuerpo athletico, goes to dance, and is my same age which makes me feel good and not competitive. Tomio tantito Cerveza but surprisingly does not chastise me when I smoke a cig. </div><div><br></div><div>Discusses machismo, and says he hopes I never see his machismo side though if dates continue that is certainly inevitable. Girl has already felt the pull of possessiveness. </div><div><br></div><div>So entirely NOT sure if dates will continue; not knowing if the color of skin can sustain the relationship, cause I would marry into that skintone; if only for a greencard or an even better permanent resident alien Visa. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-84045372242372473562016-10-07T16:33:00.000-07:002016-11-08T20:55:14.106-08:00Babes Babes Babes! UGH Never Have I been so in love, nostalgic, and obsessive for you. One sleepless night.<br />
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I have been quite circular as of late in my thoughts surrounding my age, the grateful dead, my musicianship, my age, and the ages of others. </div>
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For these reasons I'm not normally attracted to youngsters. And this particular one is not a good idea for me for reasons I'm not willing to write in public. </div>
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http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-50514681870014932072016-09-24T01:41:00.001-07:002016-09-24T01:41:27.864-07:00Time travel // some other lifetimeSpain! We have one more night together. I already miss you; your cobblestone streets, your strong cafe con leche, your gorgeous women....<div><br></div><div>Last night on the street, on my way to meet Raindogg, I passed an old man on the corner playing beautiful Italian style accordion. I dropped 3 euros in his cup and asked to take a picture - I started the video so I could share him. The video on the phone wouldn't work. As I got more and more excited about his playing his tune; he started playing more and better, playing to me. </div><div><br></div><div>He was amazing, like something out of a Fellini movie. I started tearing up, overcome with joy.</div><div><br></div><div>I still don't know what was causing my emotion. I let him know he moved me to tears. He nodded his head.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-48092192564380756122016-09-20T22:55:00.001-07:002018-03-20T14:17:00.981-07:00In three minutes....<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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straighten out mentally and physicallyUgh!!!!!!! I'm dragging my feet through another fourth step you know who you are. <div><br></div><div>2 big raging resentments have eradicated my sleeping, eating, joy and that lovely serenity that I have missed. I'm rarely too serene anyway, but I'm down to 119 pounds and I've rarely been this thin. </div><div><br></div><div>Manytimes relationships about face and people don't act right. One thing that has helped me is saying to myself: People, including me, are allowed to end friendships and relationships at any time. Usually people are shit heads about it; and that is what I'm angry about. Not the loss itself even. I'm hurt. </div><div><br></div><div>I wanted, instead of focusing on the loss, recount in brief a successful recovery story. </div><div><br></div><div>Http://meetmyfriendbonnie.com. It should be a website but it's just a relationship. One of 10 years plus. More like 15. Bonnie and her twin were in my first meeting ever; I was 27. </div><div><br></div><div>Duuuuuuude! Me and Bonnie had been at odds for nearly 10 years. Many in the community have experienced how her personality is trying, rough, aggressive, bipolar, etc. she is troubled. </div><div><br></div><div>She was openly aggressive and mean to me; like the time I said hi and she yelled something rude in the parking lot back at me at Cafe Mundi. At that time I laughed and said, "that's Bonnie".</div><div><br></div><div>Butt I was also intrigued by her::: she's gorgeous, musically talented, and wears great clothes. </div><div><br></div><div>All the beauty outside didn't mask her troubles. Hot and cold people drive me crazy I hate being around them. And that's her. Nice one minute and mean the next. I would see her multiple times a week. </div><div><br></div><div>At a really low point in my life, after my grandpa died, I was unexpectedly depressed. (That grandpa wasn't that great in many ways but I digress) The house went to shit for months on end. I remember that; and one day I had enough of Bonnie. I picked up the sword and started an emotional war with her. </div><div><br></div><div>I decided, in my fucked up way to hate her with all my might. I was going to kick her ass too! At the peak of this war, at a meeting, she shoved past me on a stairwell when I refused to move and I threatened to throw her down the stairs. Not my shining moment! </div><div><br></div><div>After multiple 4th steps on her my sponsor said look you need some outside help. You've already done the AA work around this; this is family of origin issue. Deeper; way deeper than her. She triggered my abusive upbringing and all the anger at her-me-them was a lightening rod that was about to send me to the hospital. </div><div><br></div><div>I got a therapist that did EMDR (thank you SIMS) again, and again you saved my life and countless other musicians....we're sensitive beings!</div><div><br></div><div>Kathy helped my process my trauma with sounds that bounce from ear to ear; I'm not sure the science but when you think about what troubles you; it helps move it from your left brain to right brain. Trauma gets stuck in the brain of some; and stays there haunting through triggers that happen in normal life. Kinda like when veterans of war hear gun shots and jump; out of fear. </div><div><br></div><div>I processed the fear around her (my brain was reacting like there was a physical threat every time I saw her; a fight or flight reaction) and it was absurd; but very real to me. I thought I was going insane.</div><div><br></div><div>After a very few rounds of EMDR (the first time I did it my subconscious brain flipped like a rolladex firing off old experiences and making connections so fast my conscious brain couldn't keep up with it)....</div><div><br></div><div>I was sane again and I decided my plan of dealing with her. </div><div><br></div><div>I simply ignored her so completely that she didn't exist; I wouldn't be in ear shot or eye distance and if I was I'd move. A few times severe fear flared up again but mostly it was gone. I continued this for years! About 4. </div><div><br></div><div>After my divorce, about 1.5 years ago I told (my) heart-wrenching story full of tears to a full room of recovery people. I don't hold back or mince details; I told only the truth and I didn't gloss over my personal struggles. I hate when people share about how great it all is - being sober - bull shit. It's hard. </div><div><br></div><div>Let me clarify: it's not hard to abstain from drinking. I mean life is hard because people die, you disappoint the ones you love, and don't get the things you think are going to make you happy and when you do get them you're still not happy. </div><div><br></div><div>There's no way around grief and disappointment but through it; and if i don't pass through it; it will eat me up via misery and self loathing. Lol that's just me. </div><div><br></div><div>Anyway I told this here story and felt the joy of expressing myself. B was in the front row and I had to angle myself not to look at the pretty not so pretty mug.</div><div><br></div><div>Afterwards she came up to me in tears. I'm sorry I do this she said. (Paraphrasing) I act mean and I don't want to be that person anymore. We are both going to be in this meeting. What have I done to you for you to treat me this way?</div><div><br></div><div>I said, (paraphrasing) you did just what you said: for no good reason, you have been mean to me from day one targeting me with your anger and hostility. I have hated you a long time. I think you're an interesting person and we probably have more alike than different.</div><div><br></div><div>I appreciate your bold apology and I forgive you. Let's hug. </div><div><br></div><div>YEARS of tension melted instantly. For another year I stayed clear maybe giving a slight smile or a wave but never getting to close....</div><div><br></div><div>Until last weekend. She came over to talk to me and sat by me at a meeting. </div><div><br></div><div>Huzzah! If only everyone could be so honest, so brave, so real. So willing to heal.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-62222795746937050812016-08-29T17:36:00.001-07:002016-08-30T13:49:08.845-07:00This pop culture sex! I find it all quite depressing! Early sexualitymeets midlife crisisThe book I'm reading, girl on a train::: it's quite depressing! Interesting yet sad:: alchoholics, love lost, longing. Train rides, alcoholic blackouts, infidelities....So far I can't stomach it too well; but I read on.<br />
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http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-23859866283646803472016-08-11T18:53:00.001-07:002016-08-11T19:13:43.826-07:00I cry to strangers that enter the garden<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Hello New York! I really haven't missed you and I find myself wishing for a vast natural landscape; but then how would I feel differently anyway? I've earned this opportunity; a mantra my dear and oldest friend gave me.<div><br></div><div>I pray that the city doesn't feed me it's dark energy as it has in the past, and I look desperately for the goodness in the smelly summer August in the big apple.</div><div><br></div><div>I find some. I find a lot! I find it in the people. The amazing New Yorkers - man they don't disappoint. In a fragile state, after my garden meeting with the curator I immediately go to a gay & Lesbian AA meeting at the Betty Ford Clinic; Hazelton; which is located near the garden I'm installing my glass work in. I mean isn't this THE HAZELTON!? How many addicts have passed through these doors on the verge of death; to recover and enjoy life again. </div><div><br></div><div>It is a very small meeting but I cried about my womanhood, my lying cheating boyfriend that I've recently dumped ::: (I was the last to know Paul said) and I talk about why I stayed - though much felt wrong, so much felt right too. I mean I'm guessing a good 6 months of cheats; and betrayal feels raw, mean and selfish. </div><div><br></div><div>I look back now and see some signs; but you know I'm a busy girl. I stay up late writing proposals, art grants and play many shows. I am ambitious and I have goals. My recent partner is a playboy; which is what I loved about him. I usually date really serious arty types; intellectuals; and geniuses. But Jeffrey was Good times; and he enjoyed nature more than the others; it got me out of my head. A balance is nice, though.</div><div><br></div><div>The city feeds me a few Angels::the tiny tiny girl lesbian in the AA meeting that is mixed race- a dike; she hugs me like her sister and I lean down so akwardly low to squeeze her as she explains how this too has happened to her and she got through it. And how the shame I feel is not my own and I need to let it go.</div><div><br></div><div>Today's dog trainer! Passing by the garden, I see him with several dogs /// I LOVE DOGS And already desperately miss mine. I ask him about his job and his background-- he is also mixed race maybe Mexican and Asian, and young, and he has met Cesar Milan. He is a natural at training but wants to be a vet.</div><div>He gives me some tips and I realize my dog Goose has anxiety and I didn't realize it. He follows me incessantly around the house. This is anxiety the trainer says. I will work on it. That was today,,,,</div><div><br></div><div>But then there was last night. I haven't been sleeping or eating; stomach in knots but I already wasn't sleeping good for 2 weeks since the ex was away with his other girlfriend but I thought he was with so and so; and I hope my mom isn't reading this.</div><div><br></div><div>I dreamed my ex husband who I still adore but whom is not talking to me; I dreamed he had a new hot young girlfriend - he is 10yrs my senior) and that they had a kid together; and that he adopted her other 3 children. I watched them eat at a park table somewhere in my universe and I cried because I desperately want him to have what he wants.</div><div><br></div><div>So at the garden; today I'm wondering if this is going to ruin my hard earned experience here; 2 years in the making; and the only reason my heartbreak isn't killing it is I give myself license to cry to strangers in the garden. </div><div><br></div><div>2 girls come through location scouting for a video; we get to talking they are both at NYU and born and raised New Yorkers...they talk about burning man and one tells me I would love her parents. Dad's a musician and moms an artist. Though her parents are much older than me (57) apparently they are more to my liking than the young girls to hang out with and I probably agree. </div><div><br></div><div>I tell them about my lying cheating boyfriend and they tell me that's what the video is about; I didn't full on cry but it was in my eyes.</div><div><br></div><div>I didn't cry and yell until a shitty "human sexuality" major came through and asked me some gross questions about spooging; if I was single and what I thought over and over was disgusting or not. I starting crying and said leave me alone and the shitbag tried to give me a hug; and said he was sorry but still wouldn't stop asking questions about my human sexuality until I started yelling get the fuck out of here. I have the keys to the park; but still don't lock myself in. </div><div><br></div><div>As we speak I'm at the whole foods in NoHo; the one near where another xboyfriend lives: and he dumped me too (I hang on maybe too long; it's an attachment disorder from childhood); he also lied to me about another woman in his life; way back 2 yrs ago when I was considering moving here. Two trips ago I was in his hood obsessing of where he is and would I run into him? It was sickening how hurt and mixed up I was at the time but I could care less if he walks through the door now; I'll see him Sunday were playing Sax together at my opening. </div><div><br></div><div>I got over it. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><font color="#000000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqQ6zn2ELzw08AkM-lhy-CfTH-BTaCNV5A0dv1r1datzvKGOdcwRytNCam_m_Iw_MUf2MmgIb5PSyD44xm3ijih_VEL1vofdvcpiP-NNfnKJcmg4kSWyfWRjWGGzYqEshZCysL1vAypFy/s640/blogger-image-1142507177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqQ6zn2ELzw08AkM-lhy-CfTH-BTaCNV5A0dv1r1datzvKGOdcwRytNCam_m_Iw_MUf2MmgIb5PSyD44xm3ijih_VEL1vofdvcpiP-NNfnKJcmg4kSWyfWRjWGGzYqEshZCysL1vAypFy/s640/blogger-image-1142507177.jpg"></a></font></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Reading Viv Albertines Book at the WFoods::: Clothes Clothes Clothes Music Music Music Boys Boys Boys.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-31734557434540194492015-10-08T17:45:00.001-07:002015-10-08T17:45:25.546-07:00Not everyone gets a horseI'm reading that book Wild. I'm on a plane, headed to my next street band festival, Honk! In Boston, Providence and New York.<div><br></div><div>It's the 10th anniversary, and it's the biggest street band festival there is - I think. <div><br></div><div>If you've read this blog you know street music has changed my life. I used to think street musicians were kinda like homeless people- sorta begging in a way. Excuse me! I'm from the burbs of Houston. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Or, I would appreciate the street jazz musicians in New Orleans- but still kinda think that's not for me. Not until I joined The Marching Band.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm not particularly nomadic, so I don't fit the street musician lifestyle. But I do love my big Minor Mishap Marching Band- traveling 2-4 times a year, playing in the streets, making people happy- surprising them- and enjoying an alternative-lifestyles group of people. Smart people! </div><div><br></div><div>I'm reflective- I'm going back this year and a lot has changed. Last year I was newly single after 14 years but had a boyfriend that I knew from this very Honk! Festival; the year before. I met him 2 years ago and my life changed dramatically in the coming year. </div><div><br></div><div>He wasn't the reason but the impetus to leave my husband. I left because I didn't know, and couldn't see, a joint future anymore. </div><div><br></div><div>But you know what? The man I chose to pursue was much like my husband! He is introverted and a bit sullen. He is a workaholic and a terrific musician. He plays sax and is a great talent. He is quiet and judgmental. He is amazing.</div><div><br></div><div>In short, he is a lovely person and I mean that. They both are. They ALL are I don't waste time with chumps. </div><div><br></div><div>That lover has moved on, much to my dismay last year he dumped me on my last day of Honk! I was devastated and surprised. He's now married, he told me. I thought he was my guy but I was wrong. That's what I now know.</div><div><br></div><div>Godspeed! </div><div><br></div><div>So not everyone gets a horse. But this girl gets a sax!! A Bari sax to learn and play! 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PJ Harvey, Cat Power, Holly Golightly, Eartha Kitt, Locals like Datri Bean, Lauryn Gould, Karla Manzur, Laura Scarborough, Liv Muellar...lord I can't think of any more that I like right now... The Catastica girls!!! ((You're welcome to add in the comment bar your favorites -- we all different I get it.))<br />
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<br />http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-15169428887687823622015-08-24T20:28:00.001-07:002015-08-24T20:31:18.965-07:00I'm an intellectual! Is that so wrong? Art, underground music, and the age of PodcastingHi guys! It has been eons since I've made a post. I've wanted to, but I'm in a very scattered phase apparently and though I haven't been terribly busy, a chaos seems present that swirls around in my brain.<br />
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Our overarching American culture of censorship, suppression, conservatism and idealism enjoys weighing down ideas or ways of life that aren't conservative or more importantly free thinking. </div>
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I LOVE them! On a flight to Atlanta (a stop on my way to HONK! Rio!!!! I'm going to blow some sax with Environmenta Encroachment, Brass Band Chicago) </div>
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http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-87762620438674199662015-06-08T10:44:00.001-07:002015-08-24T20:33:00.142-07:00Erodica:: The Video Is OUT! Featuring Raindogg and DD Dagger For the Erodica video (pronounced ERODE-ICA) Brooklyn Producer and Editor Raindogg takes us on a retrospective of the coolest Punk Rock spots in NYC in the 90's, eroding their hipster vibe back to reveal what it was, what it used to be: dirty, gritty, and abused. Spot Tompkins Square Park, CBGB's, ABC No Rio, the Physical Graffiti Building, Bleecker Street, 42nd Street and St. Marks. While Raindogg was just ”Waiting on a Friend" he found her, DD Dagger. <br />
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I'm at a very interesting juncture in my life...This TERRIBLY interesting interview with <a href="http://www.onbeing.org/program/maria-popova-cartographer-of-meaning-in-a-digital-age/7580" target="_blank">Maria Popova</a> (a genius philosopher at 30) on On Being had me in tears over I don't know what-- some deep rooted psychic issue. She just has these amazing quips about culture...stuff I think or don't think about, but that concerns me. Her Blog: I'm only sorry I haven't gotten to it sooner: <a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/" target="_blank">Brain Pickings.</a><br>
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I have just come back from a self imposed workation / residency in NYC whereby I went to connect with artists, make a video, I did some sexy photos with my bestie there Actor Emily Ben, and Photog <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/edverosky" target="_blank">Ed Verosky</a> and generally just soak up the culture.<br>
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I spent a lot of money! On just getting around, even though <a href="http://raindogg.com/" target="_blank">Raindogg</a> let me couch crash for 2 weeks in his daughter's bed:)<br>
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I went to the Ballet, I went shopping at my favorite thrift in <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=salvation+army+46th+street&oq=salvation+army+46&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l5.11120j1j4&sourceid=chrome&es_sm=119&ie=UTF-8" target="_blank">Hell's Kitchen</a>, I went out, I spent WAAY too much time inside painting, Cause I'm in the middle of a <a href="http://dddagger.com/" target="_blank">Painting a Day Fundraiser.</a> I did Bikrim a lot!<br>
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I met some interesting Crown Heights Real Estate investors who took me and Emily out to very very expensive Fusion meal; and I had some of the most stimulating conversation there I've had in a very long while. Mostly cause I met Eric at that table, who gave me a short history of his rags to riches story with a hilarious delivery:: He grew up in the projects of Brooklyn, and now he's a millionaire, or some such:: more importantly, he fed me a dose of his wisdom. Frank, "my date" from Trinidad was also interesting, but he fed me, just not much wisdom. He wanted to get into my pants.<br>
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Popova got me to thinking: because part of her thing she talks about in the interview is actual productivity versus producing. She claims (my words) that as a creative thinker, most of her time spent is listening to podcasts, reading, writing, musing:: Everything I love to DO! But, instead of a philosopher blogger girl, I call myself a bohemian. I like to read, write in my journal, paint and study music and do yoga. In a way I'm a big CLICHÉ!<br>
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I constantly struggle with the guilty notion that I'm not good enough, don't produce enough, am not popular enough, am lazy, etc. I want to be free of that, because many people around me tell me I'm inspiring and very productive. Unless every moment is spent, I often feel less than. In essence, I'm a typical neurotic Jew.<br>
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I'm trying to retrain my brain. Because I want to rebel against this so hard that my fists are pumping.<br>
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<a href="http://www.dddagger.com/" target="_blank">My Painting a Day</a> paintings are selling quickly! On a happy note:: I will make my fundraiser goals easily for Sacred Space and maybe have some left over. I am thrilled. Plus, mostly the paintings are good, meaning I like them.<br>
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<br>http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-50833523550563924742015-05-04T15:17:00.000-07:002015-05-04T15:17:29.951-07:00Forgive me blogger, it's been 1 month since my last confession And guess what!!!?<br />
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I've emerged out of my state of denial into another state! Fear of my Bari, fear of my sax. I was noodling around on my very entertaining little Bb Clarinet, a Penzel Muellar Artist, when I realized I could blow out Klezmer solos, bend all the notes, and sound like the Jew I am + Gypsy.<br />
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The way you can bend notes on a clarinet is obviously why it is commonly the first choice in Klezmer tunes. I've been studying to my favorite Klezmer band of all time : <a href="http://klezmerallstars.com/" target="_blank">The New Orleans Klezmer All Stars. </a><br />
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That Clarinet player is BOSS. (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000002VVD/flatwave-20" target="_blank">ON Manichalfwitz)</a> my favorite record. What he can do on that clarinet I've rarely heard. Anyway, at our last Minor Mishap practice I brought the clarinet to play around, and to get a real clarinet play to assess its tone. Well, no clarinet players showed up that day.<br />
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...A clarinet solo was coming:: in our song Marigny, so I snuck over, got it, to to my surprise I blew out a little solo that sounded Jewish. And no one was expecting it.<br />
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Later, Datri called me on another solo - on the Bari - in another harmonic minor song - and I could NOT bend the notes, I could NOT sound so much like a Klezmer. I was hurt.<br />
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The Bari does not want to be something it is not. It wants to be a grandpa, a husky low end. The notes are far apart on it for my littleish hands, I can't move them that quickly for all the years I've studied sax, and the upper register left hand keys sound like crap. I can't stay in tune.<br />
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Alto, I love you. I think that you are cute, little alto, as you sit on your stand - so easy to hold, so easy to grab.<br />
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You Bari, you take more effort. More effort to hold, more effort to blow and manipulate. But you demand attention, and you get it. I thank you for that.<br />
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I need to figure this out...is it simply a matter of skill? Personality? Determination?<br />
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While in my first year of playing the bari, about 4 years ago, people used to ask, Is it SO HARD? I always said, NaH! It's like butter! I was cocky. I was in denial. I've hit a glass ceiling and I'm going to have to rehearse my way through it.<br />
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It could be fun. But most likely...<br />
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<br />http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-85975591596370082852015-04-01T15:00:00.000-07:002015-04-01T15:00:01.553-07:00This post has nothing to do with MUSIC! and all to do with The Dom next doorWell she's not next door:: she's around lets just say. My fun-loving Dominatrix! Tonight, on this special night, I got to see her in action! Her house, OPEN, and full of chains and stuff! Her cabinets, with sex toys! Her stilettos casually, tossed about, and lube bottle(s) strewn. She has a slave, one that "gets off" on doing chores or whatever the Dom says. It's not sex, it's chores. THEY LOVE IT. Slap Slap do this do that! Look at me ! LOL It's so foreign to me, to be dominant in that way. And to imagine that it's someone's fantasy is wow.<br />
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Here's how <i>I</i> am dominant: zzzz I know boring. I'll get back to her in a second :-->>>><br />
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- I lead a band, and it is MY project so I"m the boss, in the end. Though I try to take into consideration feelings, blah blah zzzzz I lead.<br />
-i own my own business and don't take orders from many. I can't stand managers, but clients I love.<br />
-I can be pretty bossy when I feel comfortable, but I don't hardly know how to ask someone to do something for me, or more to the point why anyone would help! I shrink at the thought that someone would spend time just HELPING ME. Regardless, people do come over and help me around the house (like Laurie -- thank you. she showed me how to Tile my kitchen) and I'm grateful. But, my main frame of mind is REALLY? Million Thanks! I"m always surprised. AND I rarely ask for help. I have to be pretty desperate.<br />
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Back to my girl! She is teaching me a lot about myself in reference to dominance and submissive roles and personalities. I've become more conscious of the types of people I have been dating, how I treat people and how they treat me, and the friends I choose...and... I ask her advice. Not cause she's a Dom, but because she's a good listener and gives good advice. She's very level-headed.<br />
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But mainly i'm currently interested in the psychology: Dominant and Submissive. Before my marriage ended, I read "<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/174777.The_Erotic_Mind" target="_blank">The Erotic Mind" </a> A book recommended to me by my bff therapist. It was very fascinating, and reading that book it made me realize that I lacked a fantasy life!!!! I had none. Oh trust me I live in fantasy land...but it's more of in a spaced-out stoner way via arrested development.<br />
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Here's my favorite description of that book: <em style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The Erotic Mind </em><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">is a breakthrough exploration of the least understood dimensions of human sexuality—the psychology of desire, arousal, and fulfillment. </span><br />
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Back to the DOM! what part of the brain makes you want to be a slave to someone? I'm fascinated.<br />
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Also, more to my point, why do some people have great chemistry and others don't? THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON. It's not just all "pheromones". It's how someone treats you, how they touch and interact with you. How they make you feel and how you make them feel, their backgrounds...etc.<br />
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But there is a part of the brain that controls all of this and it is really mysterious. Because people are mysterious. And varied, SO VERY VARIED> Everyone is so different. It really is exciting in a way: the brain.<br />
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I think the Dom has said it over and over that everyone is slightly different. I think it's her job to be confidant that she can deliver what they like. I'm not sure, but maybe it's not all that different from people's various taste in music, or art.<br />
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Anyway, back to me and my woes: I got friend-zoned today. Yes we had chemistry. We weren't boyfriends so it's not really a big deal. But, it was over before it started. And I knew it wasn't forever. So I can't be too overwhelmed. I'm a bit underwhelmed, actually. But I shed a tear anyway. I shed a tear for all that wasted chemistry. I know it can't sustain anything for too long. But I don't take it for granted, either. <br />
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Just like I'm not going to take for granted anything, really. I'm going to continue to live, let live, and learn from the DOM. !!!http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-29100080383917191332015-03-27T10:43:00.000-07:002015-03-27T10:47:11.660-07:00I feel really selfish!!! The syndrome that centers in the Brain Why isn't the garbage man picking up my trash? I swear to God if they miss this week again I'm going to freak. I feel the same way about my emotions these days. I missed therapy this week because I wanted to take the Brazilians that are staying with me to Mexico, the border town of Piedras Negras.<br />
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I usually walk around with a genuine smile, love of people, and pleasure for life but I'm terribly sensitive! I think too much and I think I have an anxiety problem. Maybe you wouldn't know this about me if you don't know me well because I don't show you! Lol but I'll write about it publicly. See how that works?<br />
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Because I am a "stuffer" of difficult emotions I've developed this disorder that I just learned about a couple of years ago. It's called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tension_myositis_syndrome" target="_blank">Tension myositis syndrome. </a> I found out about it through my photographer friend and collaborator, <a href="http://dddagger.weebly.com/art-photos.html" target="_blank">Mark Zell.</a> His wife has it. She came to my SXSW show. We discussed the syndrome, lol. It was nice.<br />
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So <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_E._Sarno" target="_blank">Sarno</a> is a psychotherapist that characterized this <a href="http://www.tmswiki.org/ppd/An_Introduction_to_Tension_Myositis_Syndrome_%28TMS%29" target="_blank">condition:</a> I'll describe it as a psychological pain disorder. It centers in the brain. It is TOTALLY a mind fuck and I don't think it's real, but it's real nevertheless. It is real because it gives me debilitating back pain, which is also information to me that somethings wrong with my life. In other words I have garbage to take out. WhOA.<br />
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It was made famous by <a href="http://www.tmswiki.org/forum/threads/howard-stern-for-all-the-rage.6579/" target="_blank">Howard Stern.</a> Watch the <a href="http://www.tmswiki.org/forum/threads/howard-stern-for-all-the-rage.6579/" target="_blank">video::: </a> Is it any wonder the Jews are heading up the promo on this?? LOL Stern, Larry David.<br />
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The brain is a major wonder. I have a lot of questions for my own brain. I would like to hit these questions up in a future post.<br />
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OH guess what? The trash man just came by. FULL CAN done. Out, over with. Until next week's full can of trash....</div>
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In this search for something to get me through this next quarter of life I've been reading. I mean, it's time for phase two. Or I might be in phase three?</div>
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I cried myself to sleep last night reading chapter two of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Do-It-Anyway-Generation-Activists/dp/0807000477" target="_blank">Courtney Martin's book "do it anyway"</a>- the new generation of activists. I believe I've already mentioned my exciting discovery of her on this blog. </div>
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"<a href="http://www.homeboyindustries.org/" target="_blank">Homeboy Industries</a>" is a cutting edge gang rehab in LA that is run by Raul Diaz - also from the barrio of Boyle Heights, which is one of LA's most dangerous Gangbanger zones. He is an activist and a healer. To say he changes lives... I mean wow.</div>
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http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-16872112731599936152015-02-17T12:14:00.001-08:002015-02-17T12:17:57.528-08:00How to: survival of the fittest in a 25 piece brass band<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It is Fat Tuesday! Happy Mardi Gras from the Big Easy. This city does not sleep, and I can't find anything green in the French Quarter, the Marigny, or the Bywater!</span></div><div><br></div><div>And I have stopped eating I think. For now.</div><div><br></div><div>I have come back to the crib for a big green drink that I have made myself, and some quiet time. Luckily, I have run into Master Matt Hubbard, and I'm going to see his band tonight at the Three Muses. He is in a trio and the main guy plays Vibes. I'm stoked that there is more amazing music in my future; but for now I had to get off Bourbon Street. I was 2nd Lining with Panorama Jazz band but I had to call it off after a couple of hours. </div><div><br></div><div>I don't drink, and since I have stopped drinking my system has become way more sensitive. And, maybe I have a couple of extra health concerns but mostly I have ants in my pants. </div><div><br></div><div>I can't stay too long at any one place! I would rather walk/bike 3 miles back home to make a green kale drink and read my book and play clarinet for awhile. </div><div><br></div><div>God bless is a nap in my future? Anyway, the rest of my band mates are still reveling out there in the masses and masses of people. </div><div><br></div><div>My sax is out of whack - it always is at this juncture, it is a big baritone and inevitably gets knocked around. </div><div><br></div><div>The other morning I woke at 5:30, marched for 3 or so hours in the Eris Parade, and then another 5 hours in the Thoth Parade. I was almost ill. I collapsed in the bed in a coma, while the energizer bunny known as Jeff Luna who was my comrade the entire journey drove across town to pick up my truck uptown. </div><div><br></div><div>How??? Where does the fuel come from? Then, after an hour nap we met up with all at the country club (in past years all nude) for a much needed soak and a steam. It was glorious! Except it's not nude anymore. LAME.</div><div><br></div><div>One thing is I have really allowed myself to revel in the joy that people experience During Carnival. Yes, many are wasted and that can illicit anger within me in excesses. But this year I have danced more, costumed more, played the hell out of my horn for days on end and soaked up the amazing musicianship that exists here. 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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I rummage around my house looking for yellow and black costuming for our impending Mardi Gras week, I put a Pete Fountain record on the player. It sets my bluesy mood and literally brings in the blues. I'm crying now! OH THANKS. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's important for me to reflect be thankful and grateful for the things that bring me pleasure and joy. I don't always feel that way, but I do now so I'm rolling with it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The band that is Minor Mishap (I know I talk a lot about it on my blog so go to a freaking show already!) has impacted me a lot and here's how. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In 2012 I had just completed a near impossible feat of recording, producing, releasing and doing a big live performance and video release to celebrate <a href="http://www.dddagger.com/" target="_blank">Radixxx</a>, DD Dagger's second record. I was EXHAUSTED and needed a break from it. A lot of things had been really stressful: Musicians being flakey, venues screwing up, extreme pressure on myself, and my dancers acting meshugeneh and stressing me out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I opened a space up for something new, and one day I went to lunch with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_McCarthy_%28producer%29" target="_blank">The Wizard</a> at Mr. Natural. We an into <a href="http://www.tonehaus.com/tOnehAus/home.html" target="_blank">Thomas Van Der Brook</a> and <a href="https://soundcloud.com/jeff-luna" target="_blank">Jeff Luna.</a> They invited me to play! They were looking for another sax. I had just bought a Baritone! See how that works? (as a side note soon after they recruited me they both took an indefinite hiatus from the band:( )) Jeff has since rejoined on sousaphone and we drivin together to NOLA in 2 days. !!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blah blah onto the part that's interesting. I'm already bored with this post. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's how the band has CHANGED ME</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I feel changed inside. LOL</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I didn't know how great a huge band family could be. doctors, a scientists, amazing teachers, profoundly great musicians and people convene in this band. Besides that I'm pretty needy, so there's that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-Street art has become a big part of my life. I wrote a grant for the City of Austin around that concept this year and now will be producing some street music and art of my own composition with <a href="http://exchangeartists.org/" target="_blank">Rachel Weiss.</a> (dancer, amazing)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-the extreme joy and surprise that I see on people's faces when we do a homemade parade in East Austin is enlivening to me. Many years of bar rock had worn on me. Don't get me wrong: I love playing in bars. But it has its limitations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I'm a profoundly better sax player than when I joined 3+ years ago. In fact, I had put down the sax for about 4 years to play guitar. BORING plus I sucked. But my songs are good. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-my soloing has turned a corner (it was always my favorite part) and now I pick notes out of the air like the empath I am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-This band got me through my divorce this year. The whole time I was in so much pain. The music was a great diversion for me, and the support was so great. 2 people in the band were also going through a break up, 2 very loving and important people to me. Divorcio. I watched them (throat choke!) move through it with grace, love, and care and I have tried to act within that spirit as well. We've made it! The new-millennium divorce is complete, friendly and loving. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">-I get to tour more! Love it. I don't know if I've conveyed how I feel. I guess you'll see the revelry from my pics on the streets of NOLA next week. BIG BANDS RULE go buy and instrument and practice till your lips are blue. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xoxox</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-54062555976380853312015-02-07T21:16:00.003-08:002015-02-07T21:16:43.763-08:00a word about sexuality. a word about MY Sexuality....Something awkward happened to me the other night when I went to meet Derick to dance at a blues club near my house.<br />
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An acquaintance that I worked for many years ago, when I was in my mid 20's who was playing bass on stage came to give me a hug. He might have been tipsy. He said, you and those grandma glasses:: You act so good. I know you ain't!<br />
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I'm like, what? Yes I am. I'm just the same old girl you always knew. I said, "I'm just the girl next door."<br />
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It was weird. I was thinking, wtf is he talking about? I'm thinking he must be talking about the photos. The art photos I do with Wolfson and some of the other art photog's I work with that are periodically posted on FB and wherever. Mainly Wolfie's. They can get rac-y, but never any boob or anything even! They suggest a sexuality. A sexuality that exists in every human being! LoL.<br />
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Regardless, let me tell you:: this might be a surprise if you don't know me. That is a character. That is not me. Just like the character I present on stage. I mean, it's ME but not really.<br />
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<b>It's an ACT PEOPLE.</b><br />
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I'm an entertainer and that is part of the entertainment. I move like a dancer cause I am a dancer, and sometimes that is sexy.<br />
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allow me to use this phrase again: 'Let me tell you' I am a human being. I am a sexual human being like all others. But I have said before, I'm more Woody Allen than Karen O. I am NOT wild. I am not terribly adventurous. I'm not even an extrovert though I fear I'd be more successful if I were. I have had to cultivate a character that is interesting to me, for the stage, for photos, so I can sing my songs and be interested in it myself. <br />
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Maybe it's interesting to me cause it is SO different than me. DD Dagger is NOT Allyson Lipkin. It is a part of her, and that name is so <b>not me</b> I can't believe I have stuck with it and I don't know why I have chosen it.<br />
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It maybe suggests a strength that I have had to muster. A fighting sense. Have I mentioned being a live performer (but particularly a front-woman songwriter) is a challenge in ways that are psychological? Kind of like challenging yourself to a very hard-core cross country biking trip or a marathon. A marathon with no end....<br />
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I know some wild people. I have a dominatrix that lives at the corner of my block. She has a slave for a boyfriend! LOL I have no clue to these things. I wrote and recorded an album called EROD-ICA. Crossing erotica and eroding together. Come on.<br />
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I'm just a nice Jewish girl! LOL Well, just another Jewish Priestess.<br />
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<br />http://www.dddagger.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08265908350466444300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701347386512446004.post-13722250426307569412015-02-01T13:35:00.001-08:002015-02-02T10:18:12.397-08:00Creative contrast, techies, weirdos, and nerds unite<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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What I love love about playing music...<br />
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It's the mystery! How come totally untrained musicians play along master- level musicians, happily!?</div>
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I'm reminded by that because my road partner for this overnight show is Chuck! </div>
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He's a band director for Hill Country Middle School, and he's also the drummer for the band I'm in <a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/catastica" target="_blank">Catastica</a>. We play dirty funk songs about Cats.</div>
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He also doubles as the drummer for my good friends <a href="http://thefootpatrol.com/" target="_blank">Foot Patrol</a>. We have travelled to Denton to do a double bill this weekend.</div>
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He has been talking a lot about the band he directs, and I have reflected on how little training I have had over the years. </div>
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I had a year of empassioned piano playing in 5th grade; but we were too wild and loud and the teacher quit. </div>
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I have fond memories of that year. I drew the keyboard on my desk at school in pencil and played all day, lol.</div>
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I didn't make it to lessons again (on sax) till I met my amazing teacher and mentor Wil Greenstreet - when I was 25! </div>
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We studied together weekly for 5 years, but he moved to NY and I couldn't replace him:::: until now! </div>
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Ladies and gentlemen, meet <a href="http://www.thelovelysparrows.com/" target="_blank">Shawn Jones</a>! He is the best. ❤️❤️❤️.</div>
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We have maybe about a year together now, and I am site reading up from a kindergarten level to maybe junior high.</div>
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Since my ear is pretty awesome (my strength) I have memorized melodies (in the big band) and played them by ear. But I'm always on harmony! Aaaaaaakkk it was hard and very frustrating for awhile - the other sax's are playing something different. I'm so glad I can read now.</div>
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But back to the mystery!!! How does someone like Chuck have the same appreciation for the dirty funk we play, and then switch gears and work with the big national productions that come through town?! </div>
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My laundry list why:</div>
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-heart and soul can't be manufactured </div>
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-talent isn't always technical</div>
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-have you ever wondered why classical musicians often can't improvise? </div>
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-people that love music love all kinds of music and if they play past their 20's, it's generally for the love. I can't speak for other communities but that's the case in Austin. </div>
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-creativity is king (for me)</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Here's what Chuck says about this: he is dictating to me now, as prince is on the radio: he also has St. Vincent, a lot of Radiohead, Wilco and Beetles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">(Not my favorites !!! But you know! Not bad::: He is my gracious Pilot. </span></div>
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-the friendship of his very first band was an amazing community, but the high-dollar gigs he plays are a different thing. He thinks it's fun to work with all the different styles and types of music. "It feels different to walk into the pit of the symphony then to walk into a Catastica rehearsal."</div>
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[dude they ALWAYS cook dinner for us- total giving sweeties]</div>
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-"I've worked really hard to not be one kind of player. I want to hold my own with symphony players, but also in a band with funk songs about Feet." </div>
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{Dirty Feet}</div>
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-I like the exchange with creative people on any level. Just cause you're not trained musically doesn't mean you don't have valid opinions."</div>
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-"I've come across plenty of highly trained musicians that don't seem happy at all. It's just a job, and I think that's unfortunate."</div>
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So there it is folks! Not terribly entertaining in itself--- but just a musing.</div>
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You'll have to come see our band Catastica: the next show is March 7 at Dozen Street. It's Nikki's birthday, (Mojo Queen, Fat Bottom Girls).</div>
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We have 5 singer/dancers, horns and a wailing guitarist by the name of Wil that is amazing. And, of course a rhythm section that sometimes features Chuckles.</div>
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Happy Super Bowl Sunday!</div>
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