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				<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 10:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
			
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					<title>May-be you are free Monday? We are...</title>
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					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktDsX_5vvJ8/T6IXztg-l5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/BJU2ioWhbrI/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Monday, May 7, 9PM&lt;a href=&quot;http://detroitbar.com/&quot;&gt;Detroit Bar, 843 W. 19th Street, Costa Mesa, CAwith Eric Golding (bass) &amp;amp; Shane Thompson (drums)Also playing: Names in Vain, Robert Jon &amp;amp; the Wreck, We Are/She Is&lt;a href=&quot;http://ymlp.com/zvoz3R&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Other news... sign up for the mailing list above if you want in on free downloads like &lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;these&amp;nbsp;:)</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktDsX_5vvJ8/T6IXztg-l5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/BJU2ioWhbrI/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="134" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ktDsX_5vvJ8/T6IXztg-l5I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/BJU2ioWhbrI/s400/IMG_0889.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Monday, May 7, 9PM</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://detroitbar.com/">Detroit Bar</a>, 843 W. 19th Street, Costa Mesa, CA</div><div style="text-align: center;">with Eric Golding (bass) &amp; Shane Thompson (drums)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also playing: Names in Vain, Robert Jon &amp; the Wreck, We Are/She Is</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://ymlp.com/zvoz3R" target="_blank">Other news</a>... sign up for the mailing list above if you want in on free downloads like <a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">these</a>&nbsp;:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-6697340542775962895?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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					<title>April show-ers...</title>
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					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT5uEnFwtxI/T3tfzeZbjaI/AAAAAAAAD78/qGCWZ1OgErM/s1600/2ndTuesday-April10-large.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqe3qmj-9Fw/T3tf0OnxJNI/AAAAAAAAD8E/KD7h3hjdw8Y/s1600/Country-Mice-200x266.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UY5UTuZcYk/T3tf0ukQolI/AAAAAAAAD8M/7BlNfTdcfbs/s1600/Detroit-Residency-Web-200x309.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Tuesday, April 10, 9PM&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/events/303188303084974/&quot;&gt;Lot 1, 1533 Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, CAwith Ethan Gold, The Record Company, &amp;amp; Boys School-&amp;nbsp;solo&amp;nbsp;set as part of this fantastic&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://buzzbands.la/&quot;&gt;Buzzbands.LA&amp;nbsp;show&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wednesday, April 18, 8PM&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ticketfly.com/purchase/event/103287?__utma=1.1138498316.1321718016.1333085178.1333480180.15&amp;amp;__utmb=1.15.10.1333480180&amp;amp;__utmc=1&amp;amp;__utmx=-&amp;amp;__utmz=1.1331180953.12.4.utmcsr=ticketfly.com|utmccn=(referral)|utmcmd=referral|utmcct=/event/103287/&amp;amp;__utmv=-&amp;amp;__utmk=169090081&quot;&gt;Silverlake Lounge, 2906 Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, CAwith Country Mice (NYC) &amp;amp; Drinking Flowers (LA)-&amp;nbsp;full band&amp;nbsp;set with Eric Golding (bass) &amp;amp; Shane Thompson (drums)&amp;nbsp;Monday, April 23, 9PM&lt;a href=&quot;http://detroitbar.com/events/april-residency-let-em-riot-2/&quot;&gt;Detroit Bar, 843 W. 19th Street, Costa Mesa, CAwith Let Em Riot, Ballerina Black, &amp;amp; Brenda Carsey-&amp;nbsp;full band&amp;nbsp;set with Eric Golding (bass) &amp;amp; Shane Thompson (drums)&amp;nbsp;</description>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 01:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Liberty</title>
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					<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 10:10:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>spring</title>
					<link>http://laurameyer.net/blog.cfm?feature=864511&amp;postid=1845115</link>
					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRqTCyCCiIc/T1Z5GD8SLSI/AAAAAAAAD68/okx4Y6PSUgc/s1600/IMG_0958.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;If your life is a leafthat the seasons tear off and condemnthey will bind you with lovethat is graceful and green as a stem</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRqTCyCCiIc/T1Z5GD8SLSI/AAAAAAAAD68/okx4Y6PSUgc/s1600/IMG_0958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRqTCyCCiIc/T1Z5GD8SLSI/AAAAAAAAD68/okx4Y6PSUgc/s320/IMG_0958.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If your life is a leaf</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that the seasons tear off and condemn</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they will bind you with love</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that is graceful and green as a stem</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kQ4jv5mqiHY" width="480"></iframe></div><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-7149308986638315160?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 02:59:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>The Bees</title>
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					<description>&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/the-bees&quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;The Bees by Laura Meyer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;THE BEESThe more you can doThe less you can beDo what you willYou can&apos;t make meWork so hardAnd tell me, why?Are you afraidYou&apos;re gonna dieLike the beesThe more you can doThe less you can feelHard as rockBut not as realHoneycombYou&apos;re not as sweetAs the goldOf honeybeesThe more you can doThe less you can seeCast your dieInto the streetWatch your luckFall to your feetYou&apos;re gonna dieJust like the bees&#xa9; Laura Meyer, September 2011 creditsfrom&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/album/golden-delicious&quot; style=&quot;color: #d57b1a; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Golden Delicious, released 12 December 2011Laura Meyer - guitars &amp;amp; voxSteve Rossiter - Rhodes piano, harmonium, tambourine</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zqcUYHwtp60" width="640"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=688611237/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400">&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/the-bees"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;The Bees by Laura Meyer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;</iframe><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="tralbumData lyricsText" style="color: #050505; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.231; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;">THE BEES</div></div><div class="tralbumData lyricsText" style="color: #050505; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.231; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;">The more you can do</div><div style="text-align: center;">The less you can be</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do what you will</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can?t make me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Work so hard</div><div style="text-align: center;">And tell me, why?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are you afraid</div><div style="text-align: center;">You?re gonna die</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like the bees</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The more you can do</div><div style="text-align: center;">The less you can feel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hard as rock</div><div style="text-align: center;">But not as real</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Honeycomb</div><div style="text-align: center;">You?re not as sweet</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the gold</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of honeybees</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The more you can do</div><div style="text-align: center;">The less you can see</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cast your die</div><div style="text-align: center;">Into the street</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Watch your luck</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fall to your feet</div><div style="text-align: center;">You?re gonna die</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just like the bees</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Laura Meyer, September 2011</div></div><h3 class="credits-label" style="color: #050505; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; left: -10000px; line-height: 14px; position: absolute; text-align: center; top: -10000px;"> credits</h3><div class="tralbumData" style="color: #050505; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; margin-top: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;">from&nbsp;<a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/album/golden-delicious" style="color: #d57b1a; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Golden Delicious</a>, released 12 December 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;">Laura Meyer - guitars &amp; vox</div><div style="text-align: center;">Steve Rossiter - Rhodes piano, harmonium, tambourine</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-2582065196843331637?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 12:47:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>where the brink was</title>
					<link>http://laurameyer.net/blog.cfm?feature=864511&amp;postid=1804369</link>
					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4F8UYET4ogM/T0W_X8UJDjI/AAAAAAAAD60/YnQwMQt_afw/s1600/IMG_4693.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Check out Rita Dove&apos;s &quot;The Spring Cricket Considers the Question of Negritude&quot; in the current &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2012/02/27/120227po_poem_dove&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;New Yorker. Whether or not you&apos;re a subscriber you can hear her read the poem&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22652&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here.&amp;nbsp;</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4F8UYET4ogM/T0W_X8UJDjI/AAAAAAAAD60/YnQwMQt_afw/s1600/IMG_4693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4F8UYET4ogM/T0W_X8UJDjI/AAAAAAAAD60/YnQwMQt_afw/s320/IMG_4693.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Check out Rita Dove's "The Spring Cricket Considers the Question of Negritude" in the current <i><a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2012/02/27/120227po_poem_dove" target="_blank">New Yorker</a></i>. Whether or not you're a subscriber you can hear her read the poem&nbsp;<a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22652" target="_blank">here</a>.&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-4021370610578158383?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 10:24:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Dear Obama</title>
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					<description>This one&apos;s for you:</description>
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					<pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 04:28:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Amsterdam &amp; the magical houseboat</title>
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					<description>The Santa Ana winds are fanning my wanderlust. &amp;nbsp;Going through tour footage from Europe and I just came across some funny memories from Amsterdam! &amp;nbsp;An 82-year-old ex-sailor kindly offered to drive me from Belgium, although he hadn&apos;t been in thirty years or so. &amp;nbsp;The highlight of the trip was when we were driving towards an oncoming train and had to hop a median so as not to die. &amp;nbsp;Here, you can witness the excitement-fear-exhaustion-despair-relief-gratitude cycle that is being a touring musician.Oh, and the song at the end is &quot;Tonight I&apos;m Gonna Dream About You,&quot; which you can download &lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/album/boys-eros&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[The Santa Ana winds are fanning my wanderlust. &nbsp;Going through tour footage from Europe and I just came across some funny memories from Amsterdam! &nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>An 82-year-old ex-sailor kindly offered to drive me from Belgium, although he hadn't been in thirty years or so. &nbsp;The highlight of the trip was when we were driving towards an oncoming train and had to hop a median so as not to die. &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Here, you can witness the excitement-fear-exhaustion-despair-relief-gratitude cycle that is being a touring musician.<div><br /></div><div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MaLP9QKwQhs" width="420"></iframe></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and the song at the end is "Tonight I'm Gonna Dream About You," which you can download <a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/album/boys-eros" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-6203175591445350580?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 13:12:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Love</title>
					<link>http://laurameyer.net/blog.cfm?feature=864511&amp;postid=1778726</link>
					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYZF8H2xfY8/TzoawKWSRiI/AAAAAAAAD6o/TpSlcIn_5AM/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/hold-onto-me&quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Hold Onto Me by Laura Meyer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt;Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYZF8H2xfY8/TzoawKWSRiI/AAAAAAAAD6o/TpSlcIn_5AM/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYZF8H2xfY8/TzoawKWSRiI/AAAAAAAAD6o/TpSlcIn_5AM/s640/IMG_0431.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=4032508765/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=000000/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="400">&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/hold-onto-me"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Hold Onto Me by Laura Meyer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Valentine's Day!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-3606545878013711687?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 14:29:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Making waves</title>
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					<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 03:56:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Art must be beautiful.  Life must be art.</title>
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					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6he51Mau7I/TzIqUMR-44I/AAAAAAAAD6I/h9plapi39Kw/s1600/abra_beautiful.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Tonight I arrived at the Talking Stick to a full lot. &amp;nbsp;The only empty space was occupied by some sleeping bags and a very full shopping cart so I parked in an adjacent lot where a couple was in the midst of a breakup. &amp;nbsp;Or rather, half a couple was in the midst of a breakup. &amp;nbsp;He was pretty unresponsive, which was partial grounds for breaking up. &amp;nbsp;However I tried my best not to listen as she wailed about her fatigue and frustration and I searched for CDs and cords in the dark. &amp;nbsp;I entered through the back door while a man told a story or did standup onstage, I couldn&apos;t tell what was going on. &amp;nbsp;People were laughing. &amp;nbsp;It was very full. &amp;nbsp;He talked about being in New York City on Halloween and men dressed as sperm. &amp;nbsp;Then a woman got up and talked about all of the men she loved and how she loved a race car more than any of them. &amp;nbsp;Then I set up to play.As I began to soundcheck a man approached and held his iPhone in my face. &amp;nbsp;The flash was very bright so I grimace-smiled. &amp;nbsp;Then I began to perform and he videotaped - well, on the iPhone so I guess it wasn&apos;t tape - the entire set. &amp;nbsp;Not just standing/sitting in the crowd. &amp;nbsp;He recorded directly in front of me. &amp;nbsp;Onstage. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E65iT0Sh48I/TzIqUn7Y_YI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/g4PFFHrt19A/s1600/Marina-Abramovich-Art-must-be-beautiful.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;I couldn&apos;t see anything beneath the icicle-style Christmas lights that dangled from the ceiling because an iPhone was in my face. &amp;nbsp;Inches away from my body. &amp;nbsp;Zoomed in on my pores, teeth, and who knows what else. &amp;nbsp;Scanning my guitar. &amp;nbsp;I felt like Marina Abramovic (pictured above).After a couple songs a different guy said he wanted to play drums, so he got onstage with us - the videographer and me - and began to play &quot;Blackberry Lane,&quot; then &quot;Change,&quot; &quot;The Bees,&quot; &quot;Jesus Sandwich,&quot; &quot;Roam&quot;... lots of songs. &amp;nbsp;He did a good job, considering he&apos;d never heard my songs before tonight. &amp;nbsp;But I really missed the guys. &amp;nbsp;Eric &amp;amp; Charlie. &amp;nbsp;In fact I think I manifested these two strangers onstage with me because I was missing the band so much. &amp;nbsp;I don&apos;t foresee many solo shows.As for tonight, perhaps the videos will surface on YouTube and we can watch this bizarre spectacle from across the room. &amp;nbsp;Or perhaps the full moon will destroy the iPhone and we&apos;ll never attempt to relive this experience. &amp;nbsp;Either way, happy full moon.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6he51Mau7I/TzIqUMR-44I/AAAAAAAAD6I/h9plapi39Kw/s1600/abra_beautiful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6he51Mau7I/TzIqUMR-44I/AAAAAAAAD6I/h9plapi39Kw/s320/abra_beautiful.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Tonight I arrived at the Talking Stick to a full lot. &nbsp;The only empty space was occupied by some sleeping bags and a very full shopping cart so I parked in an adjacent lot where a couple was in the midst of a breakup. &nbsp;Or rather, half a couple was in the midst of a breakup. &nbsp;He was pretty unresponsive, which was partial grounds for breaking up. &nbsp;However I tried my best not to listen as she wailed about her fatigue and frustration and I searched for CDs and cords in the dark. &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I entered through the back door while a man told a story or did standup onstage, I couldn't tell what was going on. &nbsp;People were laughing. &nbsp;It was very full. &nbsp;He talked about being in New York City on Halloween and men dressed as sperm. &nbsp;Then a woman got up and talked about all of the men she loved and how she loved a race car more than any of them. &nbsp;Then I set up to play.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I began to soundcheck a man approached and held his iPhone in my face. &nbsp;The flash was very bright so I grimace-smiled. &nbsp;Then I began to perform and he videotaped - well, on the iPhone so I guess it wasn't tape - the <i>entire set</i>. &nbsp;Not just standing/sitting in the crowd. &nbsp;He recorded directly in front of me. &nbsp;Onstage. &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E65iT0Sh48I/TzIqUn7Y_YI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/g4PFFHrt19A/s1600/Marina-Abramovich-Art-must-be-beautiful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E65iT0Sh48I/TzIqUn7Y_YI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/g4PFFHrt19A/s320/Marina-Abramovich-Art-must-be-beautiful.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I couldn't see anything beneath the icicle-style Christmas lights that dangled from the ceiling because an iPhone was in my face. &nbsp;Inches away from my body. &nbsp;Zoomed in on my pores, teeth, and who knows what else. &nbsp;Scanning my guitar. &nbsp;I felt like Marina Abramovic (pictured above).<br /><br />After a couple songs a different guy said he wanted to play drums, so he got onstage with us - the videographer and me - and began to play "Blackberry Lane," then "Change," "The Bees," "Jesus Sandwich," "Roam"... lots of songs. &nbsp;He did a good job, considering he'd never heard my songs before tonight. &nbsp;But I really missed the guys. &nbsp;Eric &amp; Charlie. &nbsp;In fact I think I manifested these two strangers onstage with me because I was missing the band so much. &nbsp;I don't foresee many solo shows.<br /><br />As for tonight, perhaps the videos will surface on YouTube and we can watch this bizarre spectacle from across the room. &nbsp;Or perhaps the full moon will destroy the iPhone and we'll never attempt to relive this experience. &nbsp;Either way, happy full moon.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-7010533819673779190?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 14:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>January, where did you go?</title>
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					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IC8MRDb75EQ/TzCzdW45bSI/AAAAAAAAD44/lzdp8nrmwoA/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkgG1kS-Rlw/TzCzgRKXMNI/AAAAAAAAD5A/kjRWW-C1Qhc/s1600/IMG_0540.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdD5PUgYo2s/TzCzk9_If9I/AAAAAAAAD5I/AbcHVy4OgRk/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaC-8ZVGUmk/TzCztDgFogI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/NZjQRMRRAC0/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQcVKnP-VtA/TzCz0kpMjCI/AAAAAAAAD5g/twMa1AwKFZg/s1600/IMG_0579.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Esl3xJa58fs/TzCz9YPCRhI/AAAAAAAAD5o/tgshZpxkRVg/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPEv1dHFut0/TzC0BiqPWJI/AAAAAAAAD54/WX3cPT39dsI/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Tomorrow night I&apos;m playing a free show in my neighborhood. &amp;nbsp;Are we neighbors? &amp;nbsp;Do you like midnight dance parties? &amp;nbsp;I&apos;ll be at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thetalkingstick.net/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Talking Stick at 9PM (2/7). &amp;nbsp;It&apos;s free! &amp;nbsp;Are you?This is a solo show. &amp;nbsp;Lots of band shows coming up soon. &amp;nbsp;First we have to agree on a name.Not neighbors? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Here&apos;s an early Valentine. &amp;nbsp;Download the new album for free or for future recordings (aka $):&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/album/golden-delicious&quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Golden Delicious by Laura Meyer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</description>
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					<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 11:44:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>2012</title>
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					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNO4_7k1n1g/TwErL6_6vqI/AAAAAAAAD4k/YUbYcaT4JE4/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;2011 was damn good. An artist residency, European &amp;amp; US tours, a new home in Los Angeles, the release of &lt;a href=&quot;http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/golden-delicious/id488297941&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Golden Delicious, dear friends throughout the globe... endless inspiration. &amp;nbsp;This year brought everything I&apos;ve ever wanted. Thanks, Santa.May 2012 be filled with even more love, awesomeness, and great music.&amp;lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/new-years-resolution&quot;&amp;gt;New Year&apos;s Resolution by Laura Meyer&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNO4_7k1n1g/TwErL6_6vqI/AAAAAAAAD4k/YUbYcaT4JE4/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNO4_7k1n1g/TwErL6_6vqI/AAAAAAAAD4k/YUbYcaT4JE4/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a><br /><br />2011 was damn good. <br /><br />An artist residency, European &amp; US tours, a new home in Los Angeles, the release of <i><a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/golden-delicious/id488297941" target="_blank">Golden Delicious</a></i>, dear friends throughout the globe... endless inspiration. &nbsp;This year brought everything I've ever wanted. <br /><br />Thanks, Santa.<br /><div><br /></div><div>May 2012 be filled with even more love, awesomeness, and great music.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=2731816895/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=b56108/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400">&lt;a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/new-years-resolution"&gt;New Year's Resolution by Laura Meyer&lt;/a&gt;</iframe><br /><div><br /></div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-2727088842168779510?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:58:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Blackberry Delicious (December 13, 2011)</title>
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					<description>Here&apos;s a video from last week&apos;s show...and a free download from the new album:&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/rich-men-do&quot;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Rich Men Do by Laura Meyer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Here's a video from last week's show...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0ueD5-V-_PA" width="420"></iframe><br /><br />and a free download from the new album:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=785077985/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=ad6614/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400">&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/track/rich-men-do"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Rich Men Do by Laura Meyer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;</iframe><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-5618523566189738522?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 04:20:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Golden Delicious: the new album is here (December 12, 2011)</title>
					<link>http://laurameyer.net/blog.cfm?feature=864511&amp;postid=2058951</link>
					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSOIzDwnQ-4/TuWsYC2MNGI/AAAAAAAAD4E/5_LruskgURA/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Golden Delicious is released!Man... what a relief. I do hope you&apos;ll take a moment to listen. It&apos;s available for download and/or streaming on &lt;a href=&quot;http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/golden-delicious/id488297941&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;iTunes, &lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;bandcamp, and the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.laurameyer.net/downloads&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;website.&amp;nbsp;I could write so much about the evolution of this project... how it began&amp;nbsp;taking shape in 2007 when I was on tour in Paris, spending hours absorbing art and analyzing the myths of Adam &amp;amp; Eve and Apple of Discord; how I became so obsessed with the phrase Golden Delicious that I spent a year living in the Big Apple eating primarily golden-hued food (lots of golden delicious applesauce, sweet potatoes, &amp;amp; turmeric rice); how I have spent hours upon hours painting and mapping out Latin and Sanskrit phrases I don&apos;t understand, trying to derive meaning and form connections between various religions, myths, and stories...&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIEHbacqNG4/TuWqznBt1NI/AAAAAAAAD2s/_S51mRIsnSg/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I guess none of it really matters now. I didn&apos;t lose my mind, though it lost me a few times. &amp;nbsp;I had so many plans for this album - a book, a series of paintings, a live performance, a cookbook inspired by my year of golden cuisine - I mourned that I&apos;d never be able to complete it.Then this summer I moved to Los Angeles, site of the fallen angels. As I stopped touring all the disenchantment, frustration, and fatigue I&apos;d been amassing crashed over me in a gigantic wave. It was hardcore detox.&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWBf8XI0zw0/TuWrKQSknrI/AAAAAAAAD3E/t0gJsyEBHyA/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;I had crazy headaches and there were a couple weeks I could hardly get out of bed. With no tour or recording to look forward to, I was caught in a creative whirlpool.&amp;nbsp;I don&apos;t know where those summer months went, but by the end of September I had trashed the entire project. I felt really lost and really found at the same time.&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzT7Uc_7AIc/TuWrwVDC1UI/AAAAAAAAD3c/txJNZK4a4BE/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;I had always envisioned Golden Delicious as the slick production of a swanky studio, with Rick Rubin behind the board and Benmont Tench on keys. The reality was that I didn&apos;t have enough money to live on, never mind make a full-blown album with or without superstars. I couldn&apos;t bring myself to do Kickstarter or other fan-funded campaigns - especially for an album inspired by the corruption of the economy.&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBYv7RfznPY/TuWr1nq9nKI/AAAAAAAAD3k/1hloRXAVmmU/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;As fall approached a new collection of songs arrived swiftly and with tremendous clarity. I&amp;nbsp;heard about Occupy Wall Street and I felt the buzz of movement.&amp;nbsp;I didn&apos;t want to wait until 2012 - the songs wanted to come&amp;nbsp;now.While molding a clay Eve &amp;amp; apple up at the Beatrice Wood Center in Ojai on my birthday&amp;nbsp;I received notice of an insurance refund from my Italian tour. It was enough money to cover four days in the studio.&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvTcN4AozzM/TuWsNpmDHbI/AAAAAAAAD38/XjNykMNwlGU/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Two weeks later I was at OWS in New York, and the following week I was with Steve Rossiter at Axis Sound. Though still somewhat angry and frustrated the mood in the studio was light-hearted. Steve, with whom I&apos;ve been recording since 2007, recently relocated to a lovely old house away from the chaos of the former Hell&apos;s Kitchen site. We ate breakfast over the New York Times and then moved to the living room, where a cat dozed in my lap and Steve worked his magic on the organ. As the songs emerged I&amp;nbsp;thought, this is exactly how this album is supposed to sound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJHDWxoTm7Q/TuWstzlx_AI/AAAAAAAAD4U/r7qWwAdTEyc/s1600/IMG_0103.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;We didn&apos;t have time to do multiple takes, and my attitude was &quot;f**k it&quot; - as long as the essence of the song was captured, I was content. We didn&apos;t have a drum set either, and when &quot;There Is A War&quot; called for percussion we disassembled a toy drum kit belonging to&amp;nbsp;Steve&apos;s five-year-old son. Steve used the kick as a tom and balanced the tinny cymbal on his finger, giving songs like &quot;Mean&quot; a gnarly industrial vibe.I was euphoric, hearing the sounds emerge and evolve. Steve is such a fantastic musician. And he has crazy sense for what a song needs. It all seemed effortless, like everything was finally falling into place.&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28B9XMUgPb8/TuWqv94ZDeI/AAAAAAAAD2k/WZWmkXftg-Q/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;And so&amp;nbsp;Golden Delicious&amp;nbsp;turned out completely different from what I had intended. I think that&apos;s pretty fitting to the subject matter. We were raised on certain beliefs and ideas&amp;nbsp;(the American Dream, for one)&amp;nbsp;that led to a very different reality. But unlike the state of our government or our environment (so far), in the case of this album my failed expectations turned out to be the greatest gift. Perhaps the difference lies in the participation... after all this is just the beginning!Although none of the original songs were included (nor Rick Rubin) I believe their essence - as well as all of those hours of baking banana bread and researching the Golden Mean - helped shape and influence what you now hear.&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IyVzfkS1czA/TuWqiTJ9tHI/AAAAAAAAD2U/FUGLuPP4cHI/s1600/Golden+Delicious+Cover+Cover.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Thank you so much to my long-time supporters, and to Steve for making this album possible. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSOIzDwnQ-4/TuWsYC2MNGI/AAAAAAAAD4E/5_LruskgURA/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSOIzDwnQ-4/TuWsYC2MNGI/AAAAAAAAD4E/5_LruskgURA/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i>Golden Delicious</i> is released!<br /><div><br /></div><div>Man... what a relief. I do hope you'll take a moment to listen. It's available for download and/or streaming on <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/golden-delicious/id488297941" target="_blank">iTunes</a>, <a href="http://laurameyer.bandcamp.com/" target="_blank">bandcamp</a>, and the <a href="http://www.laurameyer.net/downloads" target="_blank">website</a>.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I could write so much about the evolution of this project... how it began&nbsp;taking shape in 2007 when I was on tour in Paris, spending hours absorbing art and analyzing the myths of Adam &amp; Eve and Apple of Discord; how I became so obsessed with the phrase <i>Golden Delicious </i>that I spent a year living in the Big Apple eating primarily golden-hued food (lots of golden delicious applesauce, sweet potatoes, &amp; turmeric rice); how I have spent hours upon hours painting and mapping out Latin and Sanskrit phrases I don't understand, trying to derive meaning and form connections between various religions, myths, and stories...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIEHbacqNG4/TuWqznBt1NI/AAAAAAAAD2s/_S51mRIsnSg/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIEHbacqNG4/TuWqznBt1NI/AAAAAAAAD2s/_S51mRIsnSg/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />I guess none of it really matters now. I didn't lose my mind, though it lost me a few times. &nbsp;I had so many plans for this album - a book, a series of paintings, a live performance, a cookbook inspired by my year of golden cuisine - I mourned that I'd never be able to complete it.<br /><br />Then this summer I moved to Los Angeles, site of the fallen angels. As I stopped touring all the disenchantment, frustration, and fatigue I'd been amassing crashed over me in a gigantic wave. It was hardcore detox.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWBf8XI0zw0/TuWrKQSknrI/AAAAAAAAD3E/t0gJsyEBHyA/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PWBf8XI0zw0/TuWrKQSknrI/AAAAAAAAD3E/t0gJsyEBHyA/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br /><br />I had crazy headaches and there were a couple weeks I could hardly get out of bed. With no tour or recording to look forward to, I was caught in a creative whirlpool.&nbsp;I don't know where those summer months went, but by the end of September I had trashed the entire project. I felt really lost and really found at the same time.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzT7Uc_7AIc/TuWrwVDC1UI/AAAAAAAAD3c/txJNZK4a4BE/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UzT7Uc_7AIc/TuWrwVDC1UI/AAAAAAAAD3c/txJNZK4a4BE/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I had always envisioned <i>Golden Delicious</i> as the slick production of a swanky studio, with Rick Rubin behind the board and Benmont Tench on keys. The reality was that I didn't have enough money to live on, never mind make a full-blown album with or without superstars. I couldn't bring myself to do Kickstarter or other fan-funded campaigns - especially for an album inspired by the corruption of the economy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBYv7RfznPY/TuWr1nq9nKI/AAAAAAAAD3k/1hloRXAVmmU/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBYv7RfznPY/TuWr1nq9nKI/AAAAAAAAD3k/1hloRXAVmmU/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />As fall approached a new collection of songs arrived swiftly and with tremendous clarity. I&nbsp;heard about Occupy Wall Street and I felt the buzz of movement.&nbsp;I didn't want to wait until 2012 - the songs wanted to come&nbsp;<i>now</i>.<br /><br />While molding a clay Eve &amp; apple up at the Beatrice Wood Center in Ojai on my birthday&nbsp;I received notice of an insurance refund from my Italian tour. It was enough money to cover four days in the studio.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvTcN4AozzM/TuWsNpmDHbI/AAAAAAAAD38/XjNykMNwlGU/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvTcN4AozzM/TuWsNpmDHbI/AAAAAAAAD38/XjNykMNwlGU/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Two weeks later I was at OWS in New York, and the following week I was with Steve Rossiter at Axis Sound. Though still somewhat angry and frustrated the mood in the studio was light-hearted. Steve, with whom I've been recording since 2007, recently relocated to a lovely old house away from the chaos of the former Hell's Kitchen site. We ate breakfast over the<i> New York Times</i> and then moved to the living room, where a cat dozed in my lap and Steve worked his magic on the organ. As the songs emerged I&nbsp;thought,<i> this is exactly how this album is supposed to sound.&nbsp;</i><br /><i><br /></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJHDWxoTm7Q/TuWstzlx_AI/AAAAAAAAD4U/r7qWwAdTEyc/s1600/IMG_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJHDWxoTm7Q/TuWstzlx_AI/AAAAAAAAD4U/r7qWwAdTEyc/s320/IMG_0103.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"></span></i><br /><i><br /></i><br />We didn't have time to do multiple takes, and my attitude was "f**k it" - as long as the essence of the song was captured, I was content. We didn't have a drum set either, and when "There Is A War" called for percussion we disassembled a toy drum kit belonging to&nbsp;Steve's five-year-old son. Steve used the kick as a tom and balanced the tinny cymbal on his finger, giving songs like "Mean" a gnarly industrial vibe.<br /><br />I was euphoric, hearing the sounds emerge and evolve. Steve is such a fantastic musician. And he has crazy sense for what a song needs. It all seemed effortless, like everything was finally falling into place.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28B9XMUgPb8/TuWqv94ZDeI/AAAAAAAAD2k/WZWmkXftg-Q/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28B9XMUgPb8/TuWqv94ZDeI/AAAAAAAAD2k/WZWmkXftg-Q/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />And so&nbsp;<i>Golden Delicious</i>&nbsp;turned out completely different from what I had intended. I think that's pretty fitting to the subject matter. We were raised on certain beliefs and ideas&nbsp;(the American Dream, for one)&nbsp;that led to a very different reality. But unlike the state of our government or our environment (so far), in the case of this album my failed expectations turned out to be the greatest gift. Perhaps the difference lies in the participation... after all this is just the beginning!<br /><br />Although none of the original songs were included (nor Rick Rubin) I believe their essence - as well as all of those hours of baking banana bread and researching the Golden Mean - helped shape and influence what you now hear.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IyVzfkS1czA/TuWqiTJ9tHI/AAAAAAAAD2U/FUGLuPP4cHI/s1600/Golden+Delicious+Cover+Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IyVzfkS1czA/TuWqiTJ9tHI/AAAAAAAAD2U/FUGLuPP4cHI/s320/Golden+Delicious+Cover+Cover.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you so much to my long-time supporters, and to Steve for making this album possible. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.</div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-5795166699009999574?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 13:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Band Show in Silverlake 12/6!</title>
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					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35aRhqWB0SQ/TtRnGrNHKXI/AAAAAAAAD2M/T82gM021IS0/s1600/beck01lg.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Hey all! &amp;nbsp;I&apos;m coming out of hiatus for a full band show next week!Charlie Woodburn will be playing drums and Eric Golding is debuting on bass. Here&apos;s the scoop!Tues 12/6 @ 9PM SHARPSilverlake Lounge2906 Sunset Blvd.LA, CA 90026http://www.foldsilverlake.com/event/78053/Above is a video of Charlie and I at our second show (aww). Eric was there too, though not on stage. You can see me gesturing to him awkwardly in between songs. A band is being born!&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHaoaN3l5kI/TtRm15AczqI/AAAAAAAAD10/LmjAH471Fjs/s1600/beck.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;So why all the pictures of Beck?&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYhKvP5ZjBw/TtRmanZ1sOI/AAAAAAAAD1k/NQJtrT44ZDQ/s1600/beck_6-mean9.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Why not?&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-74D32P4go/TtRmbH0ptuI/AAAAAAAAD1o/11UnJ78TAj4/s1600/beck11.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Plus we don&apos;t have a band photo. &amp;nbsp;So come to Silverlake and take pictures of us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y18jVXH2oo0/TtRm4D8R3PI/AAAAAAAAD18/gzPFDJPCfQI/s1600/beck.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;Silverlake is super cool! &amp;nbsp;I hear Beck lives there!PS. Beck if you see this I promise I&apos;m not a freak.&amp;nbsp;</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35aRhqWB0SQ/TtRnGrNHKXI/AAAAAAAAD2M/T82gM021IS0/s1600/beck01lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-35aRhqWB0SQ/TtRnGrNHKXI/AAAAAAAAD2M/T82gM021IS0/s320/beck01lg.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Hey all! &nbsp;I'm coming out of hiatus for a full band show next week!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Charlie Woodburn will be playing drums and Eric Golding is debuting on bass. Here's the scoop!</div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Tues 12/6 @ 9PM SHARP</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Silverlake Lounge</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">2906 Sunset Blvd.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">LA, CA 90026</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">http://www.foldsilverlake.com/event/78053/</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lb3e5SNionI" width="560"></iframe></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Above is a video of Charlie and I at our second show (aww). Eric was there too, though not on stage. You can see me gesturing to him awkwardly in between songs. A band is being born!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHaoaN3l5kI/TtRm15AczqI/AAAAAAAAD10/LmjAH471Fjs/s1600/beck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHaoaN3l5kI/TtRm15AczqI/AAAAAAAAD10/LmjAH471Fjs/s320/beck.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;">So why all the pictures of Beck?</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYhKvP5ZjBw/TtRmanZ1sOI/AAAAAAAAD1k/NQJtrT44ZDQ/s1600/beck_6-mean9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYhKvP5ZjBw/TtRmanZ1sOI/AAAAAAAAD1k/NQJtrT44ZDQ/s320/beck_6-mean9.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="224" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Why not?</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-74D32P4go/TtRmbH0ptuI/AAAAAAAAD1o/11UnJ78TAj4/s1600/beck11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-74D32P4go/TtRmbH0ptuI/AAAAAAAAD1o/11UnJ78TAj4/s320/beck11.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Plus we don't have a band photo. &nbsp;So come to Silverlake and take pictures of us!&nbsp;</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y18jVXH2oo0/TtRm4D8R3PI/AAAAAAAAD18/gzPFDJPCfQI/s1600/beck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y18jVXH2oo0/TtRm4D8R3PI/AAAAAAAAD18/gzPFDJPCfQI/s320/beck.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Silverlake is super cool! &nbsp;I hear Beck lives there!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">PS. Beck if you see this I promise I'm not a freak.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-3142708459717206004?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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					<title>Change (11/11/11)</title>
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					<description>Here is a new song. http://youtu.be/RUXC0KK5iiII wrote this in September while driving to a gig in Sacramento.  Shortly thereafter I heard about Occupy Wall Street and I felt I needed to make a record.  So I did.This video features a rough mix of the new song and footage from the peaceful occupation of Times Square and Washington Square on October 15th.  Here are the lyrics:&quot;Change&quot;When the president takes your money And you pay with dollar bills Don&apos;t forget to say, &quot;Hey man, where&apos;s my change?&quot; Before he closes the till Or you can kiss your cash goodbye, sucker &quot;In god we trust&quot;  better watch that eye Fixed on you and staring you down From that pyramid high in the sky &quot;In god we trust,&quot; but who are we? And who is he, behind the gates? &quot;In god we trust,&quot; but who are these Men who keep my change? Change, change, the clank of the chains Is the same as it&apos;s always been I&apos;m not looking for a new master I&apos;m just looking for a few good men Yeah the kind who do as they say And say the things that they do So when you get home with your groceries You aren&apos;t afraid that they&apos;ll poison you &quot;In god we trust,&quot; but who are we? And who are they who speak for me? In god we trust but who is he? And what about my change? Change, change, we&apos;re all begging for change With arms outstretched, we sit at wait For Santa Clause, for Robin Hood For someone to do like he said he would Thanks for sharing.  More songs to come soon.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[Here is a new song.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RUXC0KK5iiI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> http://youtu.be/RUXC0KK5iiI<br /><br />I wrote this in September while driving to a gig in Sacramento.  Shortly thereafter I heard about Occupy Wall Street and I felt I needed to make a record.  So I did.<br /><br />This video features a rough mix of the new song and footage from the peaceful occupation of Times Square and Washington Square on October 15th.  Here are the lyrics:<br /><br />"Change"<br /><br />When the president takes your money <br />And you pay with dollar bills <br />Don?t forget to say, ?Hey man, where?s my change?? <br />Before he closes the till <br /><br />Or you can kiss your cash goodbye, sucker <br />"In god we trust" ? better watch that eye <br />Fixed on you and staring you down <br />From that pyramid high in the sky <br /><br />"In god we trust," but who are we? <br />And who is he, behind the gates? <br />"In god we trust," but who are these <br />Men who keep my change? <br /><br />Change, change, the clank of the chains <br />Is the same as it?s always been <br />I?m not looking for a new master <br />I?m just looking for a few good men <br />Yeah the kind who do as they say <br /><br />And say the things that they do <br />So when you get home with your groceries <br />You aren?t afraid that they?ll poison you <br /><br />"In god we trust," but who are we? <br />And who are they who speak for me? <br />In god we trust but who is he? <br />And what about my change? <br /><br />Change, change, we?re all begging for change <br />With arms outstretched, we sit at wait <br />For Santa Clause, for Robin Hood <br />For someone to do like he said he would <br /><br />Thanks for sharing.  More songs to come soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-7661357267536953787?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 13:17:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>When no one is looking (November 1, 2011)</title>
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					<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htSBS07KkXE/TrDhqY3Ar_I/AAAAAAAADzM/7ai03Ki1qUI/s1600/IMG_9924.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve been thinking about the word &quot;integrity&quot; a lot lately.  It began ringing in my ears this summer as tour wound down... although I guess it&apos;s been following me around ever since seventh grade, when my teachers hung the definition all over the classrooms and corridors of BMS.  Printed on pink paper was &quot;Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is looking.&quot;Perhaps they sensed the virtual world looming on the horizon, which would simultaneously affirm and contradict this statement.  When isn&apos;t someone looking?&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkESjiYJuts/TrDffgpM0sI/AAAAAAAADxg/8fdYEpUfH6A/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;By seventh grade I only cared about one thing in life: music.  I hid in my room until I mastered &quot;Blackbird,&quot; and I often spent entire weekends dubbing the perfect mixtape.  I begged my parents to let me go to California to be a rock star (admittedly a little premature), or at least boarding school or Saudi Arabia or somewhere more exotic than a suburb of New York (admittedly a little sheltered).Aside from one trip to the guidance counselor&apos;s office - after a rumor that I was suicidal floated through the halls - I was thought to be a happy, easy-going kid.  I got straight A&apos;s, I was first chair in orchestra, and I did my chores.  Walking past the pink slips back to class, they seemed to say everyone is watching.  So look good.&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS-6cL4mBuI/TrDgGqwA2ZI/AAAAAAAADyE/LL8FxEKtLC4/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;Several years and many songs later I discovered yoga, a practice that has done far more to save my life than my visit to the bespeckled guidance counselor&apos;s office, where I had felt guilty and apologetic for my angst.  I&apos;m no saint and there are plenty of times I&apos;ve done the &quot;wrong&quot; thing even when lots of people were looking.  (How do I know it&apos;s wrong?  I usually feel like shit.)  A result of witnessing the mind is (hopefully) the cultivation of compassion for the self and all beings.When I returned from Europe at the end of tour this summer I knew it was time to take a break because my body was very weak.  (I had, in fact, made this decision even before I left for tour).  My body was weak because my spirit was weak.  My spirit was weak because I was no longer doing the right thing... somewhere along the way I compromised my integrity in the name of making it.  But what was it?  Fame?  Fortune?  Hit songs?  Playing a crappy gig for four hours just to make a few bucks?  Last December when a doctor looked me in the eyes and said, &quot;you are killing yourself,&quot; it was pretty clear that the first It that mattered is Life.  I giggled nervously and shifted in my seat like a tormented seventh grader who was sent to the office and who knew she&apos;d be just fine if only the woman with the spectacles would crack a smile and let her go home.  But I was scared.&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFw-KvMvHfs/TrDhHQw-r4I/AAAAAAAADy0/bD-YCEEEciY/s1600/IMG_9880.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;When I was on a train to Berlin several months ago I met a musician-angel who told me not to be afraid of what lies ahead, for fear is only the space between where we are and where we want to be.  It isn&apos;t real.  It&apos;s a projected barrier.  I told him I had to stop touring, but I didn&apos;t know how to go on living.  He told me I&apos;d be fine, and that working a job to support one&apos;s art is part of its creation.  It sculpts the soul along with the art.  Indeed, it gives the art (and the artist) integrity.  When I was offered to play a strip club upon arriving, exhausted, in LA - and when I considered taking the gig - I realized what he meant by integrity.  And I saw the extent to which I had compromised mine.&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrD8W_Vx-4g/TrDhRG7mQcI/AAAAAAAADzA/VkKWPKp3VCs/s1600/IMG_9902.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve held many jobs over the years.  More jobs than I&apos;ve lived years.  During the Miles From Nowhere period I worked three jobs - a cafe, a yoga studio, and a couple nannying positions.  All were actually pretty enjoyable and led me to meet some of my best friends, and to write some of my best songs (&quot;The Ocean&quot; &amp;amp; &quot;This Land&quot;).  During the making of Been Here Before I worked over sixty hours a week divided between two jobs.  Plus I booked and promoted a national tour, toured, and dealt with some major family crises.  I&apos;d say that album turned out pretty damn good.&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCeKw-qHSEc/TrDh0w-1H6I/AAAAAAAADzY/RsvmFe-zRCo/s1600/IMG_9963.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;I didn&apos;t want anyone to know I held other &quot;jobs&quot; to support my &quot;career&quot; because I wanted to keep up appearances.  Somehow I felt like I was a failure because I wasn&apos;t able to support myself as a musician.  The economy continued to flounder, most of the time venues didn&apos;t pay (yeah, even if you paid a cover), and I was living on revenue from CDs that I hadn&apos;t finished paying off.  Health insurance, car insurance, groceries... thank god so many people let me sleep on their couches.  Thank you for putting me up, and for putting tips in the bucket.  You have literally been supporting me and keeping me alive these past years.&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIljRpGxrKk/TrDg7mxwtoI/AAAAAAAADyo/NLfdbncJLHY/s1600/IMG_9836.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;After shows people often come up to me and sigh, &quot;You know, I used to play music...&quot; or &quot;I always wanted to be in a band, but...&quot; and then tell me their stories of &quot;getting jobs&quot; and &quot;giving up.&quot;  I receive many emails of similar stories of dreams deferred.  This fueled my determination - I must make it!  Not just for me, but in the name of all dreamers!  I will not give up!  It also terrified me.  Would I die trying to live?&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34NBt533sQw/TrDgFxgihUI/AAAAAAAADx4/ajXwh2zDRqw/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;It didn&apos;t seem right to me that I should have my dream, and others not have theirs.  But my dream began to feel like a nightmare: exhaustion, stress, illness, depression, and very little time for making music.  Wasn&apos;t creativity the whole point?  Every warrior must periodically question what she&apos;s fighting for.  Again, what is this It I so longed to make?&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWu4AlX9KA8/TrDgo5oCkrI/AAAAAAAADyc/isocptRphy4/s1600/IMG_9798.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;When I first heard about Occupy Wall Street I was excited and a little skeptical. Would it hold? What was it? Who were these people and what was the 99%? Would the moment be swept into a sea of whines, the great flood of the internet, the rambling of blogs such as this?  Did it matter?While back East and peacefully marching to Times Square with thousands of occupiers, the word &quot;integrity&quot; buzzed in my ears once again.  As the atmosphere grew tense in the presence of NYPD, voices rose together, chanting, &quot;The whole world is watching!  The whole world is watching!&quot;  True to the words, iPhones, cameras, and live feeds documented every moment of our gathering.  For the first time in as long as I can remember I was flooded with the feeling of hope.  All around me, people were actively co-creating our world and pursuing It.  This is LIFE.  &quot;The people united will never be defeated.&quot;I realized how important it is to assemble together - in the flesh - to feel our individual and collective power.  The internet has been a tremendous tool in uniting the OWS communities around the world, and in transforming the spread (and authorship) of news.  However it is no substitute for the experience of shared space, and of the physical collective.&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xVOjJHyolg/TrDfr4XTeiI/AAAAAAAADxs/6o5lxF5oSyc/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;Today at Occupy Los Angeles Seane Corn, Saul David Raye, and other members of the local yoga community led a practice in front of City Hall.  I arrived expecting to see great throngs of people like I saw in NYC.  The gathering was comparatively small, and I found myself in the front row with video cameras inches away from my body as I shifted into each pose.  I closed my eyes, thinking simultaneously, &quot;The whole world is watching&quot; and &quot;Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is looking.&quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfjePqTZV4o/TrDgUjRIGSI/AAAAAAAADyQ/B28MPD7vePk/s1600/IMG_9775.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;Are we not asking our selves, each other, and corporations (including the government) for integrity?  For ownership not of souls or money or jobs - but for one&apos;s own actions?  For responsibility, compassion, and justice?Today was a strange experience, and it will be stranger still if I see my butt in the paper tomorrow.  A small sacrifice when so many are without work, without food, without homes.  As I sweated under the midday sun I thought of our friends in New York who are camping out at Wall Street in the snow.  Please consider sending warm clothing, blankets, and whatever you can.  http://occupywallst.org&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRKEP7dbnM/TrDe8z7urcI/AAAAAAAADxU/BpviK-HMrfA/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;One aspect of today&apos;s assembly which felt right was Seane Corn&apos;s insistence that We are the 100%.  The 99% is not enough.  We are all included in this experience.  When fights broke out and voices raised concern, all were honored, seen, and heard.  They added tremendous depth to the assembly, just as shadow adds depth to an image.&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYRebpHWWK4/TrDednxyAnI/AAAAAAAADxI/jeT3WqWuEr8/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;As for those wondering what the future holds for my music - I recorded twenty-seven tracks while in New York last week, fifteen of which will be released in the coming weeks as Golden Delicious (it&apos;s amazing what happens once you surrender to the flow). Once again I recorded with Steve Rossiter at Axis Sound.  He did a brilliant job adding organ, clavinet, rhodes, moog... even some percussion.  I scrapped my original songs/plans for the album after witnessing OWS, and the album kind of took on a life of its own.  I feel deeply grateful to have been able to make this recording and I&apos;m really proud of the songs... and their integrity.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_-W9vVvr8E/TrDeQwk1HVI/AAAAAAAADw8/1yPdC3F91HQ/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htSBS07KkXE/TrDhqY3Ar_I/AAAAAAAADzM/7ai03Ki1qUI/s1600/IMG_9924.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-htSBS07KkXE/TrDhqY3Ar_I/AAAAAAAADzM/7ai03Ki1qUI/s320/IMG_9924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670280049203392498" /></a><br /><br />I've been thinking about the word "integrity" a lot lately.  It began ringing in my ears this summer as tour wound down... although I guess it's been following me around ever since seventh grade, when my teachers hung the definition all over the classrooms and corridors of BMS.  Printed on pink paper was "Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is looking."<br /><br />Perhaps they sensed the virtual world looming on the horizon, which would simultaneously affirm and contradict this statement.  When <span style="font-style:italic;">isn't </span>someone looking?<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkESjiYJuts/TrDffgpM0sI/AAAAAAAADxg/8fdYEpUfH6A/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkESjiYJuts/TrDffgpM0sI/AAAAAAAADxg/8fdYEpUfH6A/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670277663291134658" /></a><br /><br />By seventh grade I only cared about one thing in life: music.  I hid in my room until I mastered "Blackbird," and I often spent entire weekends dubbing the perfect mixtape.  I begged my parents to let me go to California to be a rock star (admittedly a little premature), or at least boarding school or Saudi Arabia or somewhere more exotic than a suburb of New York (admittedly a little sheltered).<br /><br />Aside from one trip to the guidance counselor's office - after a rumor that I was suicidal floated through the halls - I was thought to be a happy, easy-going kid.  I got straight A's, I was first chair in orchestra, and I did my chores.  Walking past the pink slips back to class, they seemed to say <span style="font-style:italic;">everyone</span> is watching.  So look good.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS-6cL4mBuI/TrDgGqwA2ZI/AAAAAAAADyE/LL8FxEKtLC4/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS-6cL4mBuI/TrDgGqwA2ZI/AAAAAAAADyE/LL8FxEKtLC4/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670278336018962834" /></a><br /><br />Several years and many songs later I discovered yoga, a practice that has done far more to save my life than my visit to the bespeckled guidance counselor's office, where I had felt guilty and apologetic for my angst.  I'm no saint and there are plenty of times I've done the "wrong" thing even when lots of people were looking.  (How do I know it's wrong?  I usually feel like shit.)  A result of witnessing the mind is (hopefully) the cultivation of compassion for the self and all beings.<br /><br />When I returned from Europe at the end of tour this summer I knew it was time to take a break because my body was very weak.  (I had, in fact, made this decision even before I left for tour).  My body was weak because my spirit was weak.  My spirit was weak because I was no longer doing the right thing... somewhere along the way I compromised my integrity in the name of making it.  But what was <span style="font-style:italic;">it</span>?  Fame?  Fortune?  Hit songs?  Playing a crappy gig for four hours just to make a few bucks?  Last December when a doctor looked me in the eyes and said, "you are killing yourself," it was pretty clear that the first It that mattered is Life.  I giggled nervously and shifted in my seat like a tormented seventh grader who was sent to the office and who knew she'd be just fine if only the woman with the spectacles would crack a smile and let her go home.  But I was scared.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFw-KvMvHfs/TrDhHQw-r4I/AAAAAAAADy0/bD-YCEEEciY/s1600/IMG_9880.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFw-KvMvHfs/TrDhHQw-r4I/AAAAAAAADy0/bD-YCEEEciY/s320/IMG_9880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670279445735190402" /></a><br />When I was on a train to Berlin several months ago I met a musician-angel who told me not to be afraid of what lies ahead, for fear is only the space between where we are and where we want to be.  It isn't real.  It's a projected barrier.  I told him I had to stop touring, but I didn't know how to go on living.  He told me I'd be fine, and that working a job to support one's art is part of its creation.  It sculpts the soul along with the art.  Indeed, it gives the art (and the artist) integrity.  When I was offered to play a strip club upon arriving, exhausted, in LA - and when I considered taking the gig - I realized what he meant by integrity.  And I saw the extent to which I had compromised mine.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrD8W_Vx-4g/TrDhRG7mQcI/AAAAAAAADzA/VkKWPKp3VCs/s1600/IMG_9902.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrD8W_Vx-4g/TrDhRG7mQcI/AAAAAAAADzA/VkKWPKp3VCs/s320/IMG_9902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670279614894064066" /></a><br /><br />I've held many jobs over the years.  More jobs than I've lived years.  During the <span style="font-style:italic;">Miles From Nowhere</span> period I worked three jobs - a cafe, a yoga studio, and a couple nannying positions.  All were actually pretty enjoyable and led me to meet some of my best friends, and to write some of my best songs ("The Ocean" &amp; "This Land").  During the making of <span style="font-style:italic;">Been Here Before</span> I worked over sixty hours a week divided between two jobs.  Plus I booked and promoted a national tour, toured, and dealt with some major family crises.  I'd say that album turned out pretty damn good.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCeKw-qHSEc/TrDh0w-1H6I/AAAAAAAADzY/RsvmFe-zRCo/s1600/IMG_9963.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCeKw-qHSEc/TrDh0w-1H6I/AAAAAAAADzY/RsvmFe-zRCo/s320/IMG_9963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670280227477331874" /></a><br /><br />I didn't want anyone to know I held other "jobs" to support my "career" because I wanted to keep up appearances.  Somehow I felt like I was a failure because I wasn't able to support myself as a musician.  The economy continued to flounder, most of the time venues didn't pay (yeah, even if you paid a cover), and I was living on revenue from CDs that I hadn't finished paying off.  Health insurance, car insurance, groceries... thank god so many people let me sleep on their couches.  Thank you for putting me up, and for putting tips in the bucket.  You have literally been supporting me and keeping me alive these past years.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIljRpGxrKk/TrDg7mxwtoI/AAAAAAAADyo/NLfdbncJLHY/s1600/IMG_9836.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIljRpGxrKk/TrDg7mxwtoI/AAAAAAAADyo/NLfdbncJLHY/s320/IMG_9836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670279245485618818" /></a><br /><br />After shows people often come up to me and sigh, "You know, I used to play music..." or "I always wanted to be in a band, but..." and then tell me their stories of "getting jobs" and "giving up."  I receive many emails of similar stories of dreams deferred.  This fueled my determination - <span style="font-style:italic;">I must make it!  Not just for me, but in the name of all dreamers!  I will not give up!</span>  It also terrified me.  Would I die trying to live?<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34NBt533sQw/TrDgFxgihUI/AAAAAAAADx4/ajXwh2zDRqw/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34NBt533sQw/TrDgFxgihUI/AAAAAAAADx4/ajXwh2zDRqw/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670278320653239618" /></a><br /><br />It didn't seem right to me that I should have my dream, and others not have theirs.  But my dream began to feel like a nightmare: exhaustion, stress, illness, depression, and very little time for making music.  Wasn't creativity the whole point?  Every warrior must periodically question what she's fighting for.  Again, what is this It I so longed to make?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWu4AlX9KA8/TrDgo5oCkrI/AAAAAAAADyc/isocptRphy4/s1600/IMG_9798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWu4AlX9KA8/TrDgo5oCkrI/AAAAAAAADyc/isocptRphy4/s320/IMG_9798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670278924127605426" /></a><br />When I first heard about Occupy Wall Street I was excited and a little skeptical. Would it hold? What was it? Who were these people and what was the 99%? Would the moment be swept into a sea of whines, the great flood of the internet, the rambling of blogs such as this?  Did it matter?<div><br />While back East and peacefully marching to Times Square with thousands of occupiers, the word "integrity" buzzed in my ears once again.  As the atmosphere grew tense in the presence of NYPD, voices rose together, chanting, "The whole world is watching!  The whole world is watching!"  True to the words, iPhones, cameras, and live feeds documented every moment of our gathering.  For the first time in as long as I can remember I was flooded with the feeling of hope.  All around me, people were actively co-creating our world and pursuing It.  This is LIFE.  "The people united will never be defeated."<br /><br />I realized how important it is to assemble together - in the flesh - to feel our individual and collective power.  The internet has been a tremendous tool in uniting the OWS communities around the world, and in transforming the spread (and authorship) of news.  However it is no substitute for the experience of shared space, and of the physical collective.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xVOjJHyolg/TrDfr4XTeiI/AAAAAAAADxs/6o5lxF5oSyc/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xVOjJHyolg/TrDfr4XTeiI/AAAAAAAADxs/6o5lxF5oSyc/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670277875816954402" /></a><br /><br />Today at Occupy Los Angeles Seane Corn, Saul David Raye, and other members of the local yoga community led a practice in front of City Hall.  I arrived expecting to see great throngs of people like I saw in NYC.  The gathering was comparatively small, and I found myself in the front row with video cameras inches away from my body as I shifted into each pose.  I closed my eyes, thinking simultaneously, "The whole world is watching" and "Integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is looking."<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfjePqTZV4o/TrDgUjRIGSI/AAAAAAAADyQ/B28MPD7vePk/s1600/IMG_9775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfjePqTZV4o/TrDgUjRIGSI/AAAAAAAADyQ/B28MPD7vePk/s320/IMG_9775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670278574528534818" /></a><br /><br />Are we not asking our selves, each other, and corporations (including the government) for integrity?  For ownership not of souls or money or jobs - but for one's own actions?  For responsibility, compassion, and justice?<br /><br />Today was a strange experience, and it will be stranger still if I see my butt in the paper tomorrow.  A small sacrifice when so many are without work, without food, without homes.  As I sweated under the midday sun I thought of our friends in New York who are camping out at Wall Street in the snow.  Please consider sending warm clothing, blankets, and whatever you can.  http://occupywallst.org<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRKEP7dbnM/TrDe8z7urcI/AAAAAAAADxU/BpviK-HMrfA/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRKEP7dbnM/TrDe8z7urcI/AAAAAAAADxU/BpviK-HMrfA/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670277067173703106" /></a><br /><br />One aspect of today's assembly which felt right was Seane Corn's insistence that <span style="font-style:italic;">We are the 100%</span>.  The 99% is not enough.  We are all included in this experience.  When fights broke out and voices raised concern, all were honored, seen, and heard.  They added tremendous depth to the assembly, just as shadow adds depth to an image.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYRebpHWWK4/TrDednxyAnI/AAAAAAAADxI/jeT3WqWuEr8/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYRebpHWWK4/TrDednxyAnI/AAAAAAAADxI/jeT3WqWuEr8/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670276531334808178" /></a><br /><br />As for those wondering what the future holds for my music - I recorded twenty-seven tracks while in New York last week, fifteen of which will be released in the coming weeks as <span style="font-style:italic;">Golden Delicious</span> (it's amazing what happens once you surrender to the flow). Once again I recorded with Steve Rossiter at Axis Sound.  He did a brilliant job adding organ, clavinet, rhodes, moog... even some percussion.  I scrapped my original songs/plans for the album after witnessing OWS, and the album kind of took on a life of its own.  I feel deeply grateful to have been able to make this recording and I'm really proud of the songs... and their integrity.  <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_-W9vVvr8E/TrDeQwk1HVI/AAAAAAAADw8/1yPdC3F91HQ/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_-W9vVvr8E/TrDeQwk1HVI/AAAAAAAADw8/1yPdC3F91HQ/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670276310358105426" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-1684558399872562831?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 06:47:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Golden Delicious (October 10, 2011)</title>
					<link>http://laurameyer.net/blog.cfm?feature=864511&amp;postid=2058953</link>
					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHOPDxMime4/TpORycW0K4I/AAAAAAAADwo/0npQgKloZlo/s1600/GOLDEN%2BDELICIOUS%2BAPPLE.jpg&quot;&gt;I&apos;m playing some shows tri-state shows this week...Wednesday, Oct 12 The Space, Hamden, CT (9PM)Friday, Oct 14 American Folk Art Museum, New York, NY (6PM)Saturday, Oct 15 House Concert, Lawrenceville, NJ (7PM)Sunday, Oct 16 Rockwood Music Hall, New York, NY (6PM)and making a record the next.I&apos;ll post some pics of rain and leaves and Wall Street and stuff while I&apos;m out there.  See you soon.Info at www.laurameyer.net/tour.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHOPDxMime4/TpORycW0K4I/AAAAAAAADwo/0npQgKloZlo/s1600/GOLDEN%2BDELICIOUS%2BAPPLE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHOPDxMime4/TpORycW0K4I/AAAAAAAADwo/0npQgKloZlo/s320/GOLDEN%2BDELICIOUS%2BAPPLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662029452326218626" /></a><br />I'm playing some shows tri-state shows this week...<br /><br />Wednesday, Oct 12 The Space, Hamden, CT (9PM)<br />Friday, Oct 14 American Folk Art Museum, New York, NY (6PM)<br />Saturday, Oct 15 House Concert, Lawrenceville, NJ (7PM)<br />Sunday, Oct 16 Rockwood Music Hall, New York, NY (6PM)<br /><br />and making a record the next.<br /><br />I'll post some pics of rain and leaves and Wall Street and stuff while I'm out there.  See you soon.<br /><br />Info at www.laurameyer.net/tour.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-352920077399213876?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 05:41:00 GMT</pubDate>
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					<title>Toast and jam (September 9, 2011)</title>
					<link>http://laurameyer.net/blog.cfm?feature=864511&amp;postid=1279082</link>
					<description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBsv4oeII4M/Tmqda5UstwI/AAAAAAAADwA/-rMK4gkUtM8/s1600/IMG_9614.JPG&quot;&gt;It&apos;s late summer and the heat lamps are coming out in Hollywood.  Which means time&apos;s running out for trips North and East!  Here are the last tour dates of 2011:THIS MONTH - CALIFORNIA! Sep 11 Cass Winery, Paso Robles, CA(4PM)Sep 13 Brick &amp; Mortar, San Francisco, CA (9PM - free)Sep 14 Marilyn&apos;s on K, Sacramento, CA (9PM)Sep 15 Wine Bar, Half Moon Bay, CA (7PM)Sep 16 American River Music Festival, Lotus, CA (7PM)Sep 16 Marco&apos;s, Lotus, CA (8PM - free)Sep 17 The Big Chill Out, Pacifica, CA (TBA)Sep 18 Private Event, Pacifica, CA Sep 22 Humphrey&apos;s Backstage, San Diego, CA (8PM)Oct 04 Avalon Bar, Costa Mesa, CA (9PM) * w/ Charlie Woodburn on drumsOct 07 Talking Stick, Venice Beach, CA (7PM) NEXT MONTH - TRI-STATE! Oct 12 The Space, Hamden, CT (7PM)Oct 14 American Folk Art Museum, New York, NY (5PM - free)Oct 14 Waltz-Astoria, Astoria, NY (9PM)Oct 15 House Concert, Princeton, NJ (TBA)Oct 16 Rockwood Music Hall, New York, NY (6PM - free)Venue links, info, and directions are posted at &lt;a href=&quot;http://laurameyer.net/fr_tour.cfm&quot;&gt;www.laurameyer.net/tour. With a new album and 160 shows in nine countries, it&apos;s been a jam-packed year.  Now I&apos;m toast.  Jam + toast = yum.You can hear about artistic starvation (plus touring &amp; hippies) in this interview with the wonderful Yotam Rosenbaum on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.earbits.com/s/CuHulBetttvKW3&quot;&gt;Earbits, my favorite resource for new music and local shows.  While I write and work on new music I&apos;m content to be an armchair traveler for a while.  Or perhaps a laptop traveler?  My chair doesn&apos;t have arms.  So I&apos;m contributing articles for Farewells Travels, an excellent online travel resource.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://farewelltravels.com/lib_2011-09-08_Musical_Notes_Eddies_Attic.html&quot;&gt;Here&apos;s the first venue profile, on the wonderful Eddie&apos;s Attic outside Atlanta.Otherwise I&apos;m exploring the vast magical terrain of the human imagination.  No gasoline required.</description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBsv4oeII4M/Tmqda5UstwI/AAAAAAAADwA/-rMK4gkUtM8/s1600/IMG_9614.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBsv4oeII4M/Tmqda5UstwI/AAAAAAAADwA/-rMK4gkUtM8/s400/IMG_9614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650501767879505666" /></a><br />It's late summer and the heat lamps are coming out in Hollywood.  Which means time's running out for trips North and East!  Here are the last tour dates of 2011:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">THIS MONTH - CALIFORNIA!</span><br /> <br />Sep 11 Cass Winery, Paso Robles, CA(4PM)<br />Sep 13 Brick & Mortar, San Francisco, CA (9PM - free)<br />Sep 14 Marilyn's on K, Sacramento, CA (9PM)<br />Sep 15 Wine Bar, Half Moon Bay, CA (7PM)<br />Sep 16 American River Music Festival, Lotus, CA (7PM)<br />Sep 16 Marco's, Lotus, CA (8PM - free)<br />Sep 17 The Big Chill Out, Pacifica, CA (TBA)<br />Sep 18 Private Event, Pacifica, CA <br />Sep 22 Humphrey's Backstage, San Diego, CA (8PM)<br />Oct 04 Avalon Bar, Costa Mesa, CA (9PM) * w/ Charlie Woodburn on drums<br />Oct 07 Talking Stick, Venice Beach, CA (7PM)<br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">NEXT MONTH - TRI-STATE!</span><br /> <br />Oct 12 The Space, Hamden, CT (7PM)<br />Oct 14 American Folk Art Museum, New York, NY (5PM - free)<br />Oct 14 Waltz-Astoria, Astoria, NY (9PM)<br />Oct 15 House Concert, Princeton, NJ (TBA)<br />Oct 16 Rockwood Music Hall, New York, NY (6PM - free)<br /><br />Venue links, info, and directions are posted at <a href="http://laurameyer.net/fr_tour.cfm">www.laurameyer.net/tour</a>.<br /> <br />With a new album and 160 shows in nine countries, it's been a jam-packed year.  Now I'm toast.  <br /><br />Jam + toast = yum.<br /><br />You can hear about artistic starvation (plus touring & hippies) in this interview with the wonderful Yotam Rosenbaum on <a href="http://www.earbits.com/s/CuHulBetttvKW3">Earbits</a>, my favorite resource for new music and local shows.  <br /><br />While I write and work on new music I'm content to be an armchair traveler for a while.  Or perhaps a laptop traveler?  My chair doesn't have arms.  So I'm contributing articles for Farewells Travels, an excellent online travel resource.  <a href="http://farewelltravels.com/lib_2011-09-08_Musical_Notes_Eddies_Attic.html">Here's</a> the first venue profile, on the wonderful Eddie's Attic outside Atlanta.<br /><br />Otherwise I'm exploring the vast magical terrain of the human imagination.  No gasoline required.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8148556495010534381-3351966462004882383?l=laurameyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
					<pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 04:01:00 GMT</pubDate>
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