“Those Voices”

When the lights go down there’s no one else around she steps out in the silence like she was dancing on a cloud Those who love her stay others go away guess that’s what keeps a girl remembering who she was when the skies were not so undecided when the stars bowed to the sun when a soul, so strong, could be divided they’d come…she’d hear those voices singing Somewhere in the cool night breeze the world stood still while she believed that anything can happen in a dream But the truth is that miracles are seldom what they seem Dancing on as the floor fell from beneath her feet she gazed down the street at passers by reaching out her hand she tried to …

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Katie and Me

Katie and Me Fiction-by Kirsten Nash Katie and me were sitting in the field and we were smoking. We were smoking grass, and not the kind of grass that you could brag about behind the backstop at school, but the kind of grass that you rolled in the paper insides of cigarette package foil. You needed a Bic lighter to run the flame under the tinfoil part until it kissed the paper goodbye. When the paper was lifted from the glue, we curled the hay up in it, because that’s what the grass really was…shredded hay, and we licked, twisted and snapped at the edges of the paper until we had a cigarette. We were desperate for any vestige of sophistication, and so we took …

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Morning in Whistler…no snow yet of course, but so peaceful…deciduous in full bloom, evergreens hunkering down for the weight of winter, a few birds still calling, chipmunks furtive, dashing and stashing. The sky grey with a slight mange of blue, the sun slow in waking, scant rays getting through. Autumn and pumpkins outside the store yesterday where I saw the boy…I can see him right now, all of five years holding with wild-eyed glee a pumpkin carving kit And I smiled to myself just to think of it! And in this remembering, a smile too and then the faintest of a tear These seasons, these lessons, this never-ending thrust the leaves, they keep falling as ever they must, in showers of lime, tangerine and rust …

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You say you want a revolution?

Read this and tell me if you still want a revolution…I see a lot of damn the rich out there still…to be expected, that’s the way politicians have been setting up the propaganda for years now. Course not the very rich, like the ones that help get the politicians elected; just the ones you see day to day, the ones that bug you because of what you perceive they have that you don’t, the ones you figure got there because they were lucky, the ones you assume have no sense of charity, the ones people like to assume a great deal about. It’s so easy to point fingers and Mao’s cultural revolution is what happened when pointing fingers got out of hand. Of course many …

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Fathers Day

I have had three fathers. My birth father, a Belgian, my first stepfather, a German and finally my British father. Jokingly, or not, I often tell new friends interested in the cacophony of my family tree, that my mother was one of the founding mothers of the European Union. My German father, Werner, is the first I remember. His voice a baritone as I remember it. It is very difficult to give the reader an idea of what kind of relationship I had with Werner….I was so young. He was a difficult man….and in my mother he had found a difficult woman and so the relationship was by default a difficult one. There were loud voices and violence…he was a man who would stay propped …

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I know I’ve been pretty quiet here. I find all these social media sites both fun and exasperating…fun to be able to update people and express ideas as well as enjoy all the news and ideas others share with me, but so time consuming. What I’ve been focussing more on lately is practising, getting ready for my first solo opening set…just me and my Hummingbird, opening up for the R&B Allstars on July 5th and 6th at the Anza club. I’ll also be taking my old spot in the horn section of the Allstars, so of course there is much practising to be done for that. THEN, somewhere in there I’ll be recording my new EP…maybe CD…there’s a lot of songs to pick from:) This …

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More Alice Tracks

Finally got around to posting the next 3 songs from the first act of Alice in Modernland. In order they are “Stuck in the Blues”, where the Duchess comes upon Alice passed out on the sidewalk. The Duchess used the be “the Queen” of Modernland, but she has long since traded the warmth of the footlights for the warmth of the bottle. But she does have experience, and she shares that with the semi-conscious Alice. Then into the scene comes Mr. Big, a slimy record company owner, who seeing Alice hitting “rock” bottom, figures he has a good chance at further defiling her. Alice, with a lifetime of abuse and her recent missteps behind her, feels she can go no lower, follows him to his …

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Kirsten Nash

Kirsten Nash has often been called a “Renaissance Woman”. This Canadian multi-instrumentalist and vocalist has played saxophone and sung with touring acts such as Long John Baldry, Alfie Zappacosta, as well as playing in countless bands, jamming with performers such as Stephen Stills, Boz Scaggs, Jeff Healey and Tom Jones over the years in Vancouver. She has been a member of the iconic West Coast favourites, the R&B Allstars for over 25 years and won the CARAS West Coast Music Award for Reed Player of the year in 1988. As a composer Kirsten has written two rock operas; “Alice in Modernland”, which was work-shopped off –Broadway by Maxwell Productions and had it’s world premier at “Sledgehammer Theatre” in San Diego, then “the Bird and the …

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