Saturday, July 17, 2010
writing
Ma & Pa Kinfolk have had the opportunity to get out of our shells and into creation mode. This by way of song school. We almost opted out of the experience but decided it would be good for our spirits. We found our selves at the top of Little Cottonwood Canyon, in Salt Lake, where we were greeted by moose and friendly folk from the school. This song school happens in conjunction with The Mountain Music Festival so there were musical folk in from all over. On the first day of class we were introduced to a fantastic song writer, Steve Seskin. He taught us a bit of everything there is to know about creating the perfect song. I won't go to much into logistics here, as I don't want to give it all away, but I do want to say that I was reminded of a few things. I was reminded, Pa too, that writing songs is a magical therapy that can get any song writer through the toughest of trials. Bringing all emotions to the surface and onto a page and into a tune of healing. It had been a while since we had whole heartedly shared a moment of laughter, and well, the song made it happen. Because of song school, we are empowered and have a new tune to define this journey for now. We are sure to keep and utilize all the tricks we brought home with much gratitude in our songs and hearts. So for now writing is our therapy, and music is our medicine. Keep writing songs, this we will.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Wishes...
So we all know the phrase, be careful what you wish for. Well here I am, guilty as charged yes indeed.
I wished, I wished and I wished... I was blessed.
I haven't been all to open about my personal world, but i find at this time its ok to share.
Afterall, I made one of those wishes right here. I wished for my family to become one with my music in a post some time ago. And as the story goes, in due time, I found and fell in love with an angel. An angel who claimed to have been saved by music. He being just like me. I won that wish. A musical man full of the magic came when I had least expected. In fact I had given up on the idea of love and family in perfect parallel with music. I let it all go. Then he came along, Mr. Mandoline himself. In the begining I didn't know much about him musically. We were friends of mutual friends and there it happened. I recongnized his soul seemed familiar with mine, I let myself begin to slip and fall. He did too. Serendipitously. So we fed each others flight with sillyness, musical moments, and then some. He joined the band, and we practiced, and made sparks fly. Kinfolk Family was complete with our chemistry. Once familiar, we became this partnership. A partnership of love and, life with passion for music. The kind you only dream of or wish for. We found perfection in romance by finding each other. So we spent all moments loving life and each other. So many shennanigans, so little time and oops! In the midst of making music we had made ourselves a wee love child. The wild love that had consumed us had rendered this musical mama pregnant with the first kinfolk family babe. What a blessing, what a change. Family in perfect parallel with music, done and done. Papa and I battled the changes. We grew to accept them and we embraced them. Us, tangible evidence that love is all that is precious. Our unity rendered Papa and I fearless as love fueled each moment. We were one, all three of us. Months flew by. We found out baby to be, is certainly a she, and we picked the perfect name. MandaLynn Fawn Taylor, in honor of proud papas magical moves on Mandolin. This felt just right. We would spend time playing baby MandaLynn music. Songs by us, songs by the legends. We just knew she too would be musical some how. More time flew. We were just round the corner from our home birth when news of sudden change came. Our sweet love child, MandaLynns heart had stopped. She was just 30 weeks grown. Like an angel, she had graced us with love and light and then, gone. We were dreaming, we thought. We would just wake up, awake we were. Here in the eye of perfection, one glitch. Complications 1 in 2500 had changed the tune to our heart song forever. We have been changed forever yet we can say we have been blessed. Wishing and knowing that all things happen for a reason, keeps the madness at bay. So do parallels in love, the greatest of spirits, and the challenges that make us powerful.
I find my music is my family, creation blooms within and life begins all over again. I love my music man more and more each day as we continue to create together. The fuel that is our love is the healing of our hearts and the strength behind the music we play.
I have loved and been loved, I have lost, and I have won. All in all, there is still a song to be sung.
I wished, I wished and I wished... I was blessed.
I haven't been all to open about my personal world, but i find at this time its ok to share.
Afterall, I made one of those wishes right here. I wished for my family to become one with my music in a post some time ago. And as the story goes, in due time, I found and fell in love with an angel. An angel who claimed to have been saved by music. He being just like me. I won that wish. A musical man full of the magic came when I had least expected. In fact I had given up on the idea of love and family in perfect parallel with music. I let it all go. Then he came along, Mr. Mandoline himself. In the begining I didn't know much about him musically. We were friends of mutual friends and there it happened. I recongnized his soul seemed familiar with mine, I let myself begin to slip and fall. He did too. Serendipitously. So we fed each others flight with sillyness, musical moments, and then some. He joined the band, and we practiced, and made sparks fly. Kinfolk Family was complete with our chemistry. Once familiar, we became this partnership. A partnership of love and, life with passion for music. The kind you only dream of or wish for. We found perfection in romance by finding each other. So we spent all moments loving life and each other. So many shennanigans, so little time and oops! In the midst of making music we had made ourselves a wee love child. The wild love that had consumed us had rendered this musical mama pregnant with the first kinfolk family babe. What a blessing, what a change. Family in perfect parallel with music, done and done. Papa and I battled the changes. We grew to accept them and we embraced them. Us, tangible evidence that love is all that is precious. Our unity rendered Papa and I fearless as love fueled each moment. We were one, all three of us. Months flew by. We found out baby to be, is certainly a she, and we picked the perfect name. MandaLynn Fawn Taylor, in honor of proud papas magical moves on Mandolin. This felt just right. We would spend time playing baby MandaLynn music. Songs by us, songs by the legends. We just knew she too would be musical some how. More time flew. We were just round the corner from our home birth when news of sudden change came. Our sweet love child, MandaLynns heart had stopped. She was just 30 weeks grown. Like an angel, she had graced us with love and light and then, gone. We were dreaming, we thought. We would just wake up, awake we were. Here in the eye of perfection, one glitch. Complications 1 in 2500 had changed the tune to our heart song forever. We have been changed forever yet we can say we have been blessed. Wishing and knowing that all things happen for a reason, keeps the madness at bay. So do parallels in love, the greatest of spirits, and the challenges that make us powerful.
I find my music is my family, creation blooms within and life begins all over again. I love my music man more and more each day as we continue to create together. The fuel that is our love is the healing of our hearts and the strength behind the music we play.
I have loved and been loved, I have lost, and I have won. All in all, there is still a song to be sung.
Monday, June 14, 2010
song school...
all along the way I have had opportunities to expand and grow this musical life. i have taken up some, i have let some pass me by. this year an invitation to snowbirds song school has snuck up on me and i am intrigued and curious. never before have i attended a song school, so perhaps it is time to do the un-done and water down these musical sprouts i wear. even if my introvert side says oooh scary unchartered waters... i think i may i think i might, i know i can.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Solo stuff...
Geetar. Yes I have taught my own self how to make one string instrument harmonize with my soul. I have written many simple songs, and crave to create more.
I have begun the recording process with The Kinfolk Family Band, and holy cow amazing the experience thus far.
I am proud of my list of musical accomplishments, I also know I have many more to make happen.
So this blog of this beautiful day is a reminder to my self that I can keep on making the magic that is music. I know growth is happening every time I play. I know musical knowledge is flooding my brain. I know the music in me is celebrating victory cause I am alive and well and thankful for the ability to play. So thats what I will do. Band stuff, solo stuff, new stuff old stuff, all of it, Quite happily.
I have begun the recording process with The Kinfolk Family Band, and holy cow amazing the experience thus far.
I am proud of my list of musical accomplishments, I also know I have many more to make happen.
So this blog of this beautiful day is a reminder to my self that I can keep on making the magic that is music. I know growth is happening every time I play. I know musical knowledge is flooding my brain. I know the music in me is celebrating victory cause I am alive and well and thankful for the ability to play. So thats what I will do. Band stuff, solo stuff, new stuff old stuff, all of it, Quite happily.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Kinfolk Band...
So many choices for this musical momentum. I am getting better and better at efficiently making them. At least I like to think so. Among the decisions, what to call my new band ( learn more in "buck wild" ). This silly project for 2009 deserves a good good name. So my family band as I refer to 'em shall be called....Kinfolk Band...and well we quite like it, do you?
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