Angels In Busby!!!

Soft Eyes (Photo credit: Thomas Hawk)

When I was a little girl, maybe 8 or 9 years old, I was woken one night by the sound of some amazing music, the likes of which I have never heard before or since. It was multitonal, pure and strong and filled the whole room. There were shimmers of gold and silver in the air. It was as if the music had a physical presence of its own.

And then “she” just seemed to melt through the corner of the wall and glided across to the end of my bed. She looked perhaps only a couple of years older than me, with a chestnut bob and soft eyes-and a magnificent set of wings. I realised it had been her making the music herself. She stayed with me for quite awhile but only actually said a few words to me, the meaning of which I’ve pondered often, but has only very, very recently become clear to me.

I suppose I can’t really say what she was. As a little girl, my brain shaped her as an angel but who knows? What I do know is she was definitely there to help me and did, both back then and now when I finally realise what she meant.

And after all these years I want to say “Thank you my Angel. I have never forgotten you and I never will”.

Has anyone else had any similar experiences? What did you make of them?

The Tyranny of “the need to Define”

I have always spent an inordinate amount of time trying to “define” myself. I always have the underlying feeling that I need to do this-like I constantly am trying to justify my right to time on this planet. This always fails badly, as my definitions of my self are usually quite full of things like “fuck-up” and “phoney”, and other delightful personal descriptions. In fact, I spend so much time trying to explain myself that I really don’t get much else done.

I blame myself for failing so spectacularly as a musician, and feeling guilty that there are other interests alongside music that take my interest and time.

Truth:

Yes, I am a musician. I was born one. But this doesn’t mean it has to be my “career”, or my sole one anyway. I also make things and I write. I want to make a whole orchestra out of recycled stuff and put on shows,with a travelling, raggedy troupe of like-minded people. I want to show other people about making stuff, about the treasures that are right under our noses, and I want to learn more and more about this. I want to learn how to survive and thrive in a post-apocalyptic landscape. I want to be brave like Angeliska and Pandora and Eugene Hutz and others.

Kisses and hugs

Violetta

Reactivate, reactivate!

Hey Guys,

I have decided to reactivate this blog. Since I got Facebook going a few weeks ago, I’m finding that a lot of things I want to say, ask about, talk about and show are getting too big to go into a “What’s on you mind?” I don’t think people expect an epic, so I figure here might be a more appropriate place for that sort of thing. It is also my intention to use it to keep track of things. I have random pieces of paper all over the place where I’ve written plans, song lyrics, melody lines, ideas etc etc etc. Then lose them. If I put some of these things here I think this will help me a bit in seeing things through and keeping things clear.So please check back, I’m planning on at least one weekly entry, but there may be more. I am looking forward to feedback and comments and creative exchanges etc etc etc. I want to see what other people do and what their creative processes are like. Talk to me! ❤