Mermaids

A little something to make you smile...



Flight of the Conchords. Brilliant I love and adore these guys ..

Love is a Web of light ~

A sadly neglected blog site where I have made some changes as you can see..I used to be spiral dancer but I changed my name, explanations for that will be forth coming ..in the mean time..


In every story , that is our lives, the narrative within you is part of the microcosm, within the macrocosm.
Your uniqueness spirals out from you, like quintessence, an energetic pulse of light that seeks to know.
That seeks to love.
Your minds voice address the world each day, the usual inner dialogue..
the demands are great upon waking, the worries the tensions, the needs of others,
all the clamoring mouths,

the awareness of great suffering in a silent scream that echos.

So quiet that voice that is yours

and instead of letting it re tell the same old story ,
listen with your eyes,
look deep into the world you see unfurl around you
a reflection of who you are
can you see the details?
let them take you into the moment,
inside the core of it,

the trace of sleep in your child’s eyes as she rubs it away
the way the skin wrinkles and stretches under her palm,
the taste of fresh soft bread..with a hint of saltiness,
the deep lines of age on your Mothers face
A lovers last words to you, his voice, the way he held you.

All part of your story , that stretches back and forward
its spine flexing through time, stretching out to the dark unknown.
being written by you,
for you and for me,

you are within my story
as I am within yours
as you read these words and know
that they flow from a greater story
bowed on the string that is my hearts note

Its being told through every pulse of light
through every myth and word and deed that comes from longing
because
love is a web of light
and

we are all connected

The Man I love

Well this time last year I was waking up each morning with a smile on my face.
A smile of anticipation and building excitement and also in a way, one of validation to a successful manifestation.
You see, a few month previously I had been listening to this man, the man I have been deeply in love with for, well, twenty something years.
I said to him, just after he had just finished serenading me with *I'll shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby*, I said, Well I would die a happy woman if I got to see you perform that song, live.





I don't have much in life, but what I do have, I treasure and value my varied musical tastes being one of those ( I was told recently I had been blogging in a "poor me" fashion here, something I took to heart and have been racking through my posts to examine for, but anyway I digress...)

SO,I thought to myself, fat chance of that, given how rarely you tour Tom, and when was the last time you played here? The eighties, was it not?
OK now. Cut to my myspace site, a few weeks after that, one I hardly ever visit except for checking out music and various new artists.
I happened to get an updated subscription from the man himself, well from of his well trained hamsters. Saying Tom waits Glitter and Doom tour press conference.. I watch this and roar with laughter, he talks of Europe, but I'm still none the wiser, then a few days later I go back to check and I see dates.. Paris. I swallow this down and think can I afford Paris? Yes, I could. not only that, I LOVE Paris I lived there for eight months, lousy job but great city.
I start scheming as to how I could go and have things OK back here.
I scan my eyes through and that's when I notice dates, in, Edinburgh! Two dates.
I scream out in joy, YES! I cant quite believe my eyes.
So, then fast forward a few weeks to sale day. I had the extreme trauma of knowing that the tickets, once on line, would sell out in minutes, like the last gig in London did.
He was only doing two gigs here and NONE in London ( Chuckles in gloating fashion)
I also have to get ID as he had stopped ticket touting by announcing that, but my PP was out of date and I knew it would take too long to renew, this was turning into a mission.
Well I get up on the big day and boot up my trusty PC in the morning of the ticket selling, the only cloud on my horizon was a woman who had offered to take me to gig in her car ( making life slightly easier, it's quite far from here and involves a ferry journey) to pay me back for helping with her kids. BUT. She was pussy-ing around about going, (a behavioural trait she had about everything, indecisiveness and to my way of thinking, a form of subtle control, needless to say she is no longer in my life)
SO. To be honest I was thinking, F** it, just get one expensive front row ticket and say to her, I will go under my own steam. Looking back I wish I had, there was yet another lesson in intuition there for me.
Anyway, back to the day. I look for the night she wanted to go, and hands shaking I select two tickets, it takes ages to confirm the sale and for one stomach churning -long- moment I thought, oh god/ess maybe my computer was having an off day and she is going to crash on me.
I start to pray to the Goddess of -all good things- and to Tom himself (via the hamsters) please let me go, please.
Then YES two tickets confirmed..I was SO ecstatic, I ran around the house whooping and dancing with the dog. He was confused, but being a Tom fan also he got the message.
Fast forward to a few months later and I have allowed myself to become excited, like a slow fuse burning. Its something that is tricky for me, having had my hopes built up and then let down, so many time in life, it's hard for me to just wallow in anticipatory joy.
But this time last year, I did. I went through ALL his albums, playing a few songs each day and re reading a few interviews, biographies , watching his hilarious interviews on Letterman on utube. Musical foreplay.
Sending him waves of- have a great tour vibes - be well and happy and for gawds sake don't get anything ( ?) or let anything go wrong before Edinburgh.
THEN came the night. I had to go there early as the woman who took me wanted to go shopping in the city, something I loathe, so I went to the ART gallery.
She had asked me if I was excited, for some odd reason,I could not answer her.
I was secretly wishing I was alone OR with someone who was a total fan.
I felt bad, ungrateful in spite of her still owing me money for the ticket, thinking that.
Then I thought, as I ate a very expensive sandwich after looking at some photographs taken by Lee Miller, this is your night, to hang with her, this is IT.
So, I let it build up inside me again.
I knew it was going to be a night I would never forget.
Waiting for him to walk on stage, the total excitement and abandon.
The stuffiness of the venue, the old theatre creaking under our weight.
But, I had no idea just how amazing he would be at that point in time, and nothing I can find can really capture it.

The feeling of sheer joy and love in the theatre.
Grown Scotsmen shouting out- I love you Tom- during the short song breaks.
Me doing the same. The fact his two young sons were in the band. His incredible stamina and energy at 58 years of age.
The atmosphere, the banter. His wonderful timing, intelligence, wit and humour.
That voice of his , like he has swallowed glass for breakfast and smoked Cuban cigars since the age of three. His story telling magic.
OH, I was one very happy woman, everything faded away to the back ground.
-You are innocent when you dream-
And he sang to me, but of course to me, I was after all the only one there now,
(wait for it) yes "Ill shoot the moon right out of the sky for you baby."
I had my wish. I saw the man I love. The only one.
I will always be grateful he is on the planet at the same time as me. I Love you Tom..thank you for Edinburgh, July 27th 2008.
This is how he opened for us also.

by utube user, videodharma.

It's a sweltering night in the heart of Paris, a sense of nervous expectation surrounds Le Grand Rex, the city's oldest cinema. Cigarette smoke swirls along the boulevard outside the theatre as the hordes of Raindogs congregate before entering the Vaudeville world of Tom Waits.

That the venue is running well over an hour late only adds to the sense of expectation. By the time the lights dip in the art deco cinema and the dishevelled figure of Waits shuffles on to the darkened stage, the crowd are on the verge of exploding.

Suddenly a spotlight shines. It's Waits, centre stage, mounted upon a circular podium like a circus ringmaster. He is surrounded by his band and a backdrop of vintage Gramophone horns and loudspeakers.

Waits stomps his feet on the wooden boards, sawdust billows up from the floor, and his rasping voice spits out the opening to "Lucinda" which in turn merges into the junk shop boogie of "Ain't Goin Down To The Well".

For Friday evening

Hope everyone is well..this is a song I have always loved just wanted to share it. A beautiful live performance from her.



Live at Wolf Trap 1995

Come On Come On

Some people remember the first time, some can't forget the last
Some just select what they want to from the past
It's a song you danced to in high school, it's a moon you tried to bring down
On a four in the morning drive through the streets of town

Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand

It's a photograph taken in Paris at the end of the honeymoon
In 1948, late in the month of June
Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light
Now you're older than they were then that summer night

Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand

It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused
It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose
And tonight I am thinking of someone twenty years ago
We rode in his daddy's car down the River Road

Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand