Im Shelly. I'm a singer, songwriter , guitarist, (pianist), poet, bludger, singing teacher, performer, graphic/web designer, multimedia designer, seller of light aircraft , conveyor of weird computer programs , (bad) secretary, speller of not real words (fantasmagorical, apparently...), sailor , flyer, swimming fish person.
I was not designed to have feet and im typing with my flippers. i love my dog. The rest of you can bite me.
I live by the beach. i visit the city.
i like words. doesnt mean i know many. but words are words and make me feel not so alone in this dictioanry in which i habit.
i love bad movies with good actors. i hate bindieyes, in nice grass. shoes arent my thing. never where, never have been.
i want to travel again soon. blessed am i... i am going to south america in september 2007, come along for the ride, its sure to be fun.
my poetry / music and teaching is centred around the endless sleepless polotics of my heart. it branches out to the polotics / molotics of daisies. I know its obvious, but im going to say it anyway- I dont see the point of music with no soul. with no emotion. with all that technique and class and style and shaking of ass, and -YES- theory, if theres no heart to back it up. sing and play anything you want to me, but my ears won't hear what you ain't really saying. my heart is waiting for the tears that well in your sincerity. open your mind and sing. dont be afraid of your heart.
thanks for your orange glow. dont feel blue, you're not alone. there's a small man with a chimpanzee sitting in your ear.