Thursday, April 17, 2014
Touring with a Baby
Monday, April 14, 2014
We are Brother Chicory
I can't help but feel like we've been hibernating for a while. The last year has been the most stationary experience we've had in almost a decade. We have been on a pilgrimage and have chosen to live in tents, to move around, to find ourselves and the nature of love, to meet people and learn about them, to live in cities and on farms and many places in-between.
We are currently in North Carolina and getting ready for a nice break from a home-life. More to come. The kids are growing, the music is flowing and things have seemed to take a very new turn for the better (not that we had anything to complain about).
So what comes next?
For a long time I've felt like the music we played was something I had no choice in, as in, I couldn't stop writing and playing, but I didn't necessarily feel like I was totally into it as a listener. One of our main meditational tasks has been to develop our creative expression. For the first time, we have a slew of songs that feel truly personal and enjoyable.
Mike playing the banjo has been a large part of learning how to work together better. He is doing so well, and I am excited to be sharing the composition process with him now. We've got a song coming together right now that is so much more technical than anything we've ever done. And it is so exciting.
We're ready now. We have a big 10 week bicycle-trip coming up. We are trying to figure out how to bring music with us. Even if it means playing smaller instruments that we may not be great at playing. I just don't think we can do without.
It's been a long time coming and we've got a long way to go.
We are Brother Chicory; a band and a family of adventurous musicians and life livvers.
Labels:
Adventures,
Making Musical Memories,
Our Family
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Sew the Seasons
Watch the video by clicking on the link below:
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot july brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm september brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the snow,
to Blazing fires, indoors we go.
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy damns.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot july brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm september brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the snow,
to Blazing fires, indoors we go.
Originally "The Months" by Sara Coleridge (19th century)
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Acoustically Speaking
Monday, November 4, 2013
She Cherishes the Rain
From the moment we moved here and I woke up from our afternoon nap...finding her sitting outside in the pouring rain....water rushing by her feet, her face turned up toward the sky drinking it in. Little droplets of rain traveled down her soaked little locks of hair. I told her she couldn't be outside all alone, she turned around and looked at me, holding up her soaked stuffed pony innocently and so seriously and said "My pony is with me". From that moment, we find her in the rain all the time.
I bought her a rain coat, which she was so excited about. Sometimes she uses it. Sometimes she doesn't.
That little girl reminds me to be thankful for the rainy days too. A unique adventure AWAITS and AWAKES us if we let it.
So let's go outside the next time it rains, or snows, or blows, and feel all that weather on our skin like it's the first time, or our last.
I'm so glad she cherishes the rain.
That little girl reminds me to be thankful for the rainy days too. A unique adventure AWAITS and AWAKES us if we let it.
So let's go outside the next time it rains, or snows, or blows, and feel all that weather on our skin like it's the first time, or our last.
I'm so glad she cherishes the rain.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Garden Day
Here we are. Checking out our garden plots for the springtime. Speaking of mulch, pathways, crops. Beautiful day with lots of sun!
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