We all thought the promoters were crazy to hold a music festival in early April, but they said it was the only weekend the headliner had open, so they had no choice.
I was a nobody. Just a young singer-songwriter trying to find her way into the big time and accepting little-to-no pay and crappy dates. The rain didn't intimidate me. It was 1970 after all and the weather hadn’t done any harm to Woodstock, had it? This festival was much smaller, though, with smaller names, a smaller stage, and in all ways a smaller vision. It was a gig nonetheless and I needed all the gigs I could get.
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4.24.2014
4.15.2014
Website Launch
It was a major project and the work will be on-going, but that's exactly what I had in mind when I decided to go for it.
For the past few years I've kept a blog dedicated to the rock bands of the 1960s through early '70s in my native area: the Ventura, Santa Barbara, and San Luis Obispo counties of the central coast of California. For many of you this is not news, but I've never blatantly promoted that blog here...
For the past few years I've kept a blog dedicated to the rock bands of the 1960s through early '70s in my native area: the Ventura, Santa Barbara, and San Luis Obispo counties of the central coast of California. For many of you this is not news, but I've never blatantly promoted that blog here...
4.03.2014
Spotlight on Beyond The Bridge
I'm rather proud and happy this morning. I awoke to find that the Special Edition of Beyond The Bridge is the Featured Indie Book at Indie Author News. Check it out!
That's the way to start the day!
That's the way to start the day!
4.01.2014
Fool For a Day
There he goes, that merry Fool. Dressed in his extravagant best, striking out on a new beginning and new adventures, running not away, but toward. Shunning attachments, he has packed only what he needs in a small sack, he carries a white rose of purity, the sun is shining on him, and he's finally on his great quest, singing a little tune, tra-la!
His faithful companion tries to warn him that he's about to step off the edge of the world, but why should he care? What precipice? Because he has no knowledge of the supposed danger, the universe will hold him up and he'll continue unscathed, like a bumble bee who doesn't know it's not built to fly.
His faithful companion tries to warn him that he's about to step off the edge of the world, but why should he care? What precipice? Because he has no knowledge of the supposed danger, the universe will hold him up and he'll continue unscathed, like a bumble bee who doesn't know it's not built to fly.
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