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Feb21

I change the song on my sidebar every week but I don’t always introduce it. This time I’m going to. Little Dragon are a swedish band and have been in the music scene since 1996 and their music has appeared on various television shows, they’ve collaborated with other musicians and done umpteen dozen other things. I find them totally mesmerising and real, lyrically and vocally. Something about them makes me want to dance even if sometimes their lyrics contradict it.

These guyz are amazing because they not only have a sound that’s unique and beautiful, they also have something to say.

After a short intro by the band, they get into the brilliant song ‘Little Man’.

The lyrics say it all really, nothing more to be said. Enjoy ♥

Midnight rambler wondering ~ is there something missing in your smile…

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Feb10

Creative heartbeats ♥♥♥ – Part II

Posted on February 10, 2012 by Midnight rambler...

Creative heartbeats ♥♥♥ – Part II

I’m baaaccckkkk with my next instalment of why the Piano is my creative heart beat ♥

I dreamed I’d learn one day and knew deep inside of me, I would have my very own piano one day. And – now I do! Never would I imagine that it would come into my life the way it has.

Fourteen years back I bought a Casio Keyboard (I lived in Cairns then) and took up lessons. I had only four. Those lessons sadly came to a close when I returned to Brisbane to be with my Mum who had been diagnosed with a brain tumour that eventually killed her twelve months later.

So did I continue having piano lessons after that? Nah, not likely, too busy being consumed by grief and trying to get my life back on track so I just got on with it and wrote. Which I still am, and this is a good thing. I’ve had small wins, major fails – but generally happy with my creative progress.

And here I am fourteen years after those early lessons and a real piano turns up at my door and I’m like WOW! Can I just stop and cry now with overwhelming joy!

I’m back having lessons and I suck, but I adore it soooooo’ much that I don’t care

Being tuned - isn't it beautiful? Just like a harp.

The piano is divine. It was made with love, and given in love. The eleven year old kid inside of me dances and sings and my heart does crazy flip flops every time I look at it. Every time I lift the lid and hover my clumsy fingers across the keys, they tremble with anticipation of playing something beautiful, something lively, something bluesy and possibly something even scary.

My dream from so long ago is here waiting for me to learn and play and enjoy. I know deep inside of me with all that passion and creative energy: music + film + photography + writing + travel = Success!!

These things are pivotal energies that inspire me, and mesh, and merge – sometimes with ugly results – but nevertheless these are just some of the things that make me who I am. Make me the passionate person I am. The over excitable person that is more excited about seeing people get on a plane than they are. The one who screams and shouts and sings as loud as my voice can carry in a room full of people half my age at a gig that gets my pulse racing, my energy moving, and my feet dancing.

The passionate being that I always want to be no matter my age, no matter how grown up other people think I should be. And I like being in touch with that eleven year kid who had passion to burn and saw beauty and wonder in almost everything – some tried to knock it out of me, sure, and they succeeded for awhile. But never again. Passion is the creative heartbeat ♥ we all need to nurture.

Remember whatever your passions are, nuture them, hold onto them, never let them go because dreams really do come true

Midnight rambler content with the knowledge that one day she will be good enough…

If you missed Part I here tis: >>>Read [HERE]

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Feb3

Creative heartbeats ♥♥ – Part I

Posted on February 3, 2012 by Midnight rambler...

Creative heartbeats ♥♥ – Part I

Driftwood B & B - Kapiti Coast, New Zealand

Today is Friday and what a great day to discuss music. To be precise Pianos– why Pianos you ask? I’m a writer and not a pianist, yeah?

I am indeed a writer and it’s precisely why I want to blog about pianos **If you know me well, then you’ve probably heard this story before, so feel free to skip this post

♥ If you’re new to my site then after reading this, you will see why music is such an integral part of who I am and how it affects me as an artist and impacts on my writing. ♥

In recent months I have had the good fortune of coming into possession of a very old pre-loved piano (at least 100 years according to my piano tuner) from my dear friend and fellow writer from Ladies Wot Write – Sharon Phillips.

My beautiful piano ♥

I have dreamed about owning and being a pianist from as young as I can remember and the pivotal moment was when I was eleven and my friend Pamela offered to teach me on her beaaauuutiful, shiny piano if I went home and studied the theory. Looking back I can see she was quite clever at recognising my passion and exploiting it, as I helped her study theory for exams.

But totally oblivious to this scheming because I trusted everyone at that age – even though I had some nasty lessons that should have taught me otherwise – this trusting nature of mine eventually changed when I hit my teens. In the meantime, I was totally oblivious, and off I went in great delight with my music theory book and studied (I only mastered reading treble) as I gave up eventually when Pamela actually never taught me anything on the piano.

I pleaded and begged with my Mum to have lessons but alas twas not to be: early seventies, single parent household, no money – and I mean no money (we thought all our Christmas’s had come at once if we had a boiled egg for breakfast) – it was usually a Friday night dinner

And I continued to dream: Drool over my Grandma’s Pianola that we weren’t allowed to play but I watched and listened and delighted. I’d get over excited on visiting anybody’s household with a piano and still do to this day!

Me about 5 with my brother, Chris ♥

Five years old, first week in school and my teacher plays this creepy song on the piano that scared all the kids except me! I adored my piano teacher and thought the creepy song was the most perfect thing I’d heard.

And so my love for the piano began…