Do you ever go thru an event, whether its a relationship, a job, a season or sorts in your own life- and just feel that a  reappearance of  a song, or a movie just totally takes you 'right back there'??  It could be a good or a bad event, it really don't matter- but the very recognition speaks to the importance of art.

An image of John Cusak clinging to a boombox with his heart on his pushed up raincoat sleeves, or that fireman carrying out that girl from the Oklahoma rubble, or even a White old-school Ford Bronco pulling up next to you at a stop light.... all carry a time stamp-able recollection of so much in an instant.

This whole creative process of writing, and rewritting, and bringing to life what has been revealed to  me in tangents, pieces and sometimes quick flashes, is an exhausting, yet Life affirming process.  I live to wrap my fingers around the neck of guitar thats yearning to be strummed. I live to take paint to canvas and let the paint and canvas get better acquainted.  I love to brainstorm with people who inspire me to dig deeper for another hour of planning and analyzing aspects of production.

But the thing I love the most about creating, is when its all said and done, its something that never grows old.  Every time you collaborate with an instrument, medium, or person... its a powerful process to meld a thought, concept or emotion together and then do the most sacred thing... Share what you have created.
Once the actual ' thing has been preserved, it don't mean much if you don't actually let it breathe, and then let it fly.

I think its time to let some birds out this rusty cage, and try out their wings..

More to come.....

Dear Alice sent me an email asking about a band I used to sing with in the late 90's.  And yes, I am one of the Julie's.  The original vocalist was Julie Prunier ( sp), and I took over in early 1998. It was a short lived experience, but one I will always remember.  We melded our sound and songs and had a blast recording at 33 & a 3rd in Brooklyn. I have been approached a few times to come back to NYC for a reunion tour slew of performances. The timing hasnt been right.
Maybe in the future-who knows..
Fell, Craig, Frank, and Kyle. The nicest guys in NYC/CT by far!
Whoa.. memory lane....

Well.. I woke up on Friday- feeling kinda blah. Not just because another year had come and gone, but because I had this hacking cough, and was a little achy.
Fast forward to 10 pm Friday night... 103 temp, sore throat, and the realization that i would be best buds with my couch, and  sofa chair so i could catch 10 - 15 min. of rest in bt my coughing fits.
Happy Birthday to me- The Good Ole' Flu has me down for the count currently.
In a fit of false energy, I thought I would reach out to those that are sufferin' for the
insane Flu bug.  We must unite!
ok.. maybe the robatussin and the temp spike has taken over.
Back to sit on the couch and slap some more Vicks on.
hey-- dont you think they should make and ACTIVE-ON for  the FLU!!
 Flu-ON.. applied directly to your head, neck, shoulders,back, arms, legs, eye lids,  and where ever else that is a hurtin' 
Id go get some..

Thankful.  This year has been a wild ride. Thinking back to last year and the wings set in motion after the passing of my high school Theatre Director- Carol Drennan.   And the arrival of an old family member back on the scene, that unfortunetly brought about some rehashing of old wounds, and the realization that we all travel down our own road.  Its hard to let someone back in that decieved you, and even harder to even want that person around you.. period.
But Im reminded of all the times I mess up, and how there is only One person I can count on to take me back.  And for that I am thankful.
What ever your holiday plans on- I pray that you  get to spend it with people that you love, that love you back, and at the very least, they challenge you to treat others as you would like to be treated.
Happy ThanksGiving.
Peace,
~ Julie