Posted January 19, 2011 at 11:57 am

wolf moon

If my heart were tethered to the moon

It would hover right above your head

for tonight I feel honest and sad

and I know not why.

 

If we were free to live as we choose

Would we not erase this servitude

to the unseeing multitude of things?

we build them and they shape us in return.

 

All I want is shelter and some time

to spend with you, uninterrupted;

listen to the moon hum: she knows

about the eternal loneliness of the circle.

 

As we wander further apart

 I am wishing for a supernova 

to blaze across the sky. Heavy with desire

to set fire to everything and start again.

(eik 2011)

 

Running-wolf-moon-night

 

Posted January 6, 2011 at 4:30 am

happy birthday to me.

One year ago to this day I wrote and posted the poem below. As I write these lines, tonight, the Los Angeles winter rain is beating upon the pavement. 2010 is almost over, and it is over for this year that started 12/25/2009 with the poem I am going to re-post – just because.

And you know what? The poem came true.

 

12/25/2009

message in a bottle

I write this message

to the future me.

Right now I am standing still

if only for a moment

but the dawn is breaking

and the ship shall sail soon.

Hills and valleys behind me

memories, choices and

accidental encounters;

all that has faded.

I write this poem

for you, dear strange girl.

For you are more special

and loved

than you have allowed yourself to be.

But if you are, indeed

the future me

then you already know this.

You have opened your heart

to the shimmering wall of water;

the endless sky of possibility

and forgiveness

for such as myself

who belongs to yesterday.

Armed with imagination,

faith, music

and a treasure map

I light a candle for you,

then put down the guilt,

fear, shame and uncertainty.

Let them stay here;

you deserve to be new

I have fought for you

and now I can rest.

Be free and weightless

be kind, joyful and true.

Believe in magic

trust yourself

love completely.

The ship has sailed

I am standing on the dock, waving.

Happy birthday.

Alive

 Hello 2011, world, my debut full record, new friends, songs, hills to climb and dreams to be made flesh. Can I do it?

Yes.

Posted December 27, 2010 at 11:06 am

happy holidays..

 

Posted December 22, 2010 at 11:38 am

good morning, Venice.

 

 

There are many clouds in the sky today, and sun has come out above Venice to show his face – finally.

 

I am being lazy. I think my adrenaline crashed a bit, considering the bulk of the record-making is now over. A new phase is about to begin. 

I feel happy and sad at the same time. It's a most sublime feeling, actually.

Kind of like the sun and clouds doing a dance together this morning: aching to be free, and yet inseparable.

I am listening to various Annie Lennox takes. She has the most amazing way of singing: comforting, but full of pain at the same time. I think, vocally, she has always been my biggest influence.

Posted December 20, 2010 at 7:28 am

Almost that time.

I have neglected my Journal here. Please forgive me.

But I do have a good excuse: my record is almost done.

Today we recorded the last vocal. There are still some things to be done, but I am ending this year on a grand note. What a year, 2010! if this was a preview of things to come in 2011, I better get ready and hold on to my hat..

 

I am in studio right now, it is raining outside.. I can hear wet pavement and evening car noises from the street, as well as sounds of my voice with the track coming from the next room, where Greg is working away.

 

My mother is here from Moscow. My birthday is in a week. There is a full moon Tuesday, and Monday is my last official day in studio.

 

I feel a bit tired but hyper, a sort of sleepy that comes only with the rain. Tomorrow I fly to San Francisco.

Here is a little quote that caught my eye:

 

“We are all of us participants in a world of concrete music, geometry and number … a world of sounds, forms, motions, colors, so mathematically related and coordinated that our bodies, equally with the farthest star, vibrate to the music of the spheres.”

Claude Bragdon & the Beautiful Necessity

 

Rain._picadilly_circus_london_
London

by David Atkins

 

I love that title: Beautiful Necessity. So much of life, in my opinion, can and should be quantified as such. 

I do miss London, and I will be back there soon. But right now, LA feels a bit like London, doesn't it? And tomorrow, San Francisco. 

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