I’m going to a new kung fu school tonight. The only Sifu I have trained under was in Australia – and he will always remain my true teacher. I never understood the impact that my three years of training in shaolin kung fu had until it ceased. And by that time, I was so far off the deep end, I kind of wasn’t aware of anything.
It has taken time and grace for me to return to training. There is an addictive discipline attached to it, to me. So I didn’t really want to get involved unless I was ready to commit. Finally, after three years and a lot of bullshit, I reckon I’m ready.
I never pegged myself as someone that would be passionate about a “martial art”. And ironically, the only reason I agreed to study shaolin kung fu was a sad attempt to make my first husband notice me. Naturally, he didn’t. But ironically, I found a system my body seemed to be made to for. (more…)
Namaste blog tribe
I ran last week. Uptown, downtown, east and west. Friday I swam on the roof of a west village hotel and touched pink toes with a divine new companion who resides in California. Saturday the most legit Artist I have literally ever encountered sat at my big black table and created in a way that widened my eyes and stretched my smile.
Serious business. (more…)
It’s about half past 3am in midtown. #justsayin
I’m really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I’ve even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone’s first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday.
“So wait?” I told myself. “The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare – has only played like, one festival in the States?” Then I giggled.
Get ready Yankees. (more…)
Jon Bulter Trio and Allen Stone were UNREAL! I woke up this morning proudly sporting my Allen Stone tshirt and immediately put on my new, SIGNED John Bulter Trio album.
I’m stuck on track four… Bullet Girl.
Both acts last night rocked my world. My companion and I shouldered our way to the front and proudly, wildly, danced, hollared, clapped and shimmied our faces off. There was a small group of Aussies to my left there representing. I felt homesick for a hot minute…
I must say, while Jon Butler Trio was undoubtably brilliant. Allen Stone rocked the shit out of that stage like few acts I have seen. The aura to this boy bursts violet and gold, and his pipes fill the atmosphere with delicious soul that tornadoes in your guts. (more…)