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Living for the Weekend…

After working full time at a dental office throughout the week and talking to people about how much they owe us for dental work and the fact that their insurance company hardly covers anything…

the weekend becomes a much needed thing.

I love the weekend.

The past few weekends have been filled with some much needed, very fun things.

First off….

Rainy nights, wine, and being surrounded by keyboards.

Priceless.

Last weekend the FOCOMA (Ft Collins Music Association) had their 2nd annual Peer Awards Night. Musicians vote on musicians and get together for a party and awards night. We found out that we were on the ballot about a week ahead of time. I was up for Female Singer/Songwriter. Ryan was in the Indie category. Matt and the Nurses were also in two categories. It was a blast. It’s great to feel community within this ever growing music scene in Ft. Collins.

And to top it all off, the same night, the great David Bazan played a show at Everday Joe’s.

Have I mentioned that I love the weekends?

Here’s to Monday tomorrow.

The Nurses

This is one of the bands that I have the awesome opportunity to be a part of. Good guys, good music.

Please check us out!

The Nurses

SHOW SHOW SHOW!!!

Back in the Saddle Again…

This is pathetic. I have realized that I haven’t blogged since Christmas. That is a problem. One that will be fixed!

We started recording Ryan’s music project last night. I haven’t tracked anything since I moved back to Colorado at the end of May. The aspect of recording has been burning in my veins and now I finally was able to do what I love once more. The project is going to be good! I mean very, very good!!!

More goodness to come…..

Hands

Is one what one creates?

Or does one create what one is?

Does our success come from our progression in life or in the moments of peace when all rests in silence?

Are my hands building and creating something of worth or a waste of time?

Can these beat up and calloused hands create to make a difference in this broken world? Can they help mold light into the darkness and realities of this life? Can these hands bring about change? Are these hands willing to take that cause and run with it?

Or shall they simply do what they have always done, what they have always been told to do, what’s safe, and predictable?

These hands long for freedom and flow, for the unknown and the untouched, the unseen; for the light and the beauty that can be found in this world when one takes the time to breathe and rest, and also to create and do.

Our hands tell our story. Through every scar and scrape, every ring or lack there of, every inked message or undecipherable, scribbled note and to do. Every nail chipped and every unkempt cuticle.

These hands represent my drive, my ambition, my hope, my dreams.

Every calloused finger significant of every chord pressed and then strummed. Every note left to echo in the crevices of our longing souls.

Every patch of dry, tattered skin reflective of every latte created and sold, of every dish washed and dried.

Or the way a dent has permanently formed where my pen does rest and sway, as words scatter a blank page and paint a picture with words from the longing well of my aching soul.

Or the ring that rests upon my left hand, never leaving, never absent. Always there to remind of commitment to love, to true love, the love that changes people, the love that breaks barriers and lives only where grace and restoration do dwell.

These hands mold themselves to the curves and shape of a camera. They are part of the process in which one seeks to capture a moment in time, to freeze a piece of existence that is not meant to ever be forgotten. The open and the close of the shutter is the way in which we can begin to see all of our world.

With every scrape and every scar,

with every callous and scribbled to do….

These hands are a small part of a much larger story.

A story that will change the world.

A story that is far bigger than any of us.

But together, these hands…

These hands will change the world.

Matthew Roberts and the Katy Janes

I did this photo shoot this afternoon, on this glorious, cold November day.

Please. Go listen now. You’ll thank me later.

LISTEN NOW!

Anticipate

I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of this record….the release has been delayed…..

So now I wait.

And in other news…

Turns out one of these puppies might be in my near future. Due to the fact that I have some rad grandparents who have rad connections. I intend to switch out the pick ups and such and get this baby as close to a gibson as possible. Yes.

I’m finally going to get the semi-hollowbody that I’ve been dreaming about for a few years.

Now I’ll have to find an excuse to not always play acoustic.

Random Inspiration…

I’m absolutely in love with random trips to the thrift stores around town.

Just the other day, I discovered this sweet jacket for 13 bucks.

And I’ve created a display of some of my prints. They are a constant encouragement of why I do what I do.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been working through this book. It’s a 12 week course all about finding your creativity once again. It is nothing short of inspiring! I wake up everyday so excited to just create. I have so many new goals floating around in my head and heart lately!

Check it:

<The Artist’s Way

Some current goals…

1. Fix my Protools rig and start recording again.

2. Get out of debt.

3. Thrift Stores!!

4. Start a full fledged photography business.

5. Business cards

6. Play atleast one show a month.

7. Visit Portland

8. Read lots!

9. Update my photo equipment and macbook.

10. Learn lead guitar.

11. Actually master the art of the latte!

So many things, and so little time.

I love my life.

“If you want to work on your art, work on your life.” Chekhov