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About Me

As a child i was intrigued with how the chickens would run after their heads were cut off, yet know it would be not long before they were to be strung by those same two feet, ready to plucked by me and my sisters, with blunt construction paper scissors the eldest cut off all my hair, i saw my mama cry as she did her best to repair the damages at times caused by injustices crushes, what i remember are crashes off of bicycles when going through courses set up with obstacles in the drive, running through oat fields yet to be cut and dried to hide and to seek pleasure in simplicity was no more the goal than to breath as this came naturally free of expectations without a daily allowance or recommendation as to what may constitute the truth, or in truth, obligations..... *I give thanks for and send blessings to all of you. Thank you for your support. *If you would like to get a hold of me via some other route than myspace you can send an e-mail to: [email protected] *I do have cd's for sale. It works best to contact me directly via myspace or e-mail and from there we can work out an exchange.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 17/10/2007
Band Members: Emily Baker - lead and harmony vocals, guitar************* Plain MySpace Layouts by Iron Spider

Influences: All of life's experience, anyone who ever sang to glorify not themselves but to glorify and give thanks to the Most High - that which creates us, love, family, friends. I have a strong appreciation for reggae music although that which I create on my guitar tends to be influenced more, style-wise, by some of the great folk artists and every once and a while I sound a bit Irish - how's about that?
Sounds Like: *********Love************************* Video from Community Radio Benefit, April 2008 Poem: the Light and Song: We Take It All***** Behind the Mic, Panida Theatre December 2005
Record Label: Home Made

My Blog

Eating From the Same Dish

She is the faceless lady, and IHer unknown displeasureOur knowledge of one another arranged into measures By a one man conductorLike these words I sayOr the songs I sangWhen it mattered No longerI was...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:40:00 GMT

ignorance

demons kept hidden are of the worst kind forthey are free to eat away at the inside whilethe surface denies trouble exists.these masks of calmcannot be held long fordemons break free, lashing out wild...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:37:00 GMT

In the Night

Mama Bear Growls,squeezes her lover's armand wishes for the end.She breathes in betweenintensities,thankful for the momentary restwhile fearing the upcomingturbulence.She circles, paces, sparring with...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 11:30:00 GMT

waves, harmony, vibration

Some of the most beautiful music I have heard Comes from The mouths of birthing mamas As they negotiate The intensity of life moving through them.  
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 08:37:00 GMT