Mew $ick!!!

Music. 'nough said.











Even though I've said enough, I will go ahead and ramble a bit: These are all tracks I made and have been using as background tracks for my singing/rapping/spoken word performances at a local open mic. It has been phenomenal being able to find my way back to the stage. Much like a volcanic eruption, I get up there and am ready to burst with scalding heat and frightening explosions. There was an evening I went and wasn't planning on performing - but then a couple sitting at the bar recognized me and asked if I was going on and that they were there specifically to see me... ME?! Unfortunately they didn't stick around long enough to see me join some other regular performers on stage improvising some amazing music together. Seriously incredible moments are shared on that stage. Lisa playing the fiddle, Puppet on the guitar, later joined by Ben Morse on guitar and J Oso Boogie joining in with rap vocals and even Andrea Stone, the host of the open mic came to sing along. Talent and joy flowing like lava into an ocean of ears and hearts.

Co Co.

I live in Colorado, or "CO", when abbreviated. My maiden name is "Cook" and my married is "Compo", both beginning with "C-O". Weird (maybe). I think if I were to start a business I would name it "Co Company" or "Co Co." for short. I guess I should be selling chocolate.

...and that is how rambling is done, foo'.

Actually I might apply for a job at Rocky Mountain Chocolate something-or-other and tell that story to get hired. People love strange connections, or any connections. However, I recently learned how to make fudge and it would probably be more profitable to sell my own, if I did it in earnest. A food scale would be needed - probably another good, heavy-bottomed pot and thermostat to have two pots going at once. Mmm, this orange-chocolate fudge Brandy and I made was too right. No wonder I've gained weight (still did a chin-up yesterday!) Strength exercises really do help in the long run, I probably would have gained even more if I didn't try to keep my muscles sore from push ups and squats throughout the week. Half-assed yoga too! Mostly I just do cat-cows and reach up and fold over (real simple stretches), but I'm getting amazing lung capacity because I focus on the breathing.

ANYWAYS, I'm gunna try and sell some art on Saturday. My helpful roommate Brandy and I decided on prices for some originals from the last few years and she's getting a spot at a craft fair type thing. I just have to make sure they're all signed/dated. Honestly, I'll have to guess on the undated ones... can't see how that would matter though, I'll just claim it was part of the painting and not meant to represent the real date if I ever get caught. This blog is now evidence against me I guess. Or for me? Ugh, who cares