Leather & Lace (Ode To My Shoes)...

When I first slipped inside you
I knew it was the right thing to do
Other ones tried to catch my eye
But I knew it would be a lie
To think they could walk the world

Six months have now gone
And we're still going strong
People smile when they see us
Leather and lace
We can go any place
What would this Tomboy Diva do
Without you, silver converse shoes
©Katt Tait 2007

Christmas In Paris...

I celebrated Christmas with my friend's family in Paris. Typical of many sybilings, they live in the same city and rarely spend time together. So it was a real treat for me to finally be in the same room with them. It gave me a new understanding about my friend, François with whom I live in this city. We had a lovely meal along with a few other friends, including an incredible 96 year old woman, Simone, whose very presence was a reminder of the importance of living well. Then we destroyed the house with one of those cracker things that has a wick which when lit, blows the cracker's lid and confetti and small toys escape.

François in Christmas Drag giving Simone a twirl!

Paris itself is amazingly lit up all the time and during this season it is incredible. My camera isn't the best for night photos, so I'll only post a couple to give you a sense of it all.

A small street near my house.

The Champs D'Elysee has showy lights in the trees.

It's pretty wild how many people walk the boulevard to see the lights. I could hardly move. All I wanted was one photo. Oh, and there are no Christmas or after Christmas sales here. The holiday is much more commercial in the States. People are happy for a bit of time off from regular schedules. Many people travel to visit family and friends. It's festive in a different way.

I had a bit of holiday magic the evening I decided to wander around the Champs D'Elysee. I was looking for a club an acquaintance wanted me to check out near the L'Arc de Triomphe. It was extremely cold that evening and I had already been walking for 3 hours when I finally found it. The lights were out and a sign on the door said closed til 2 Jan. Not to be undone, I decided to go to a piano bar I had passed by several times in St Michel. I had been wanting to stop in, but I was always heading somewhere else when in the neighborhood. Le Relais de la Huchette (www.relaisdelahuchette.com) is in an area similar to Pike Place, except every establishment is open. Lots of bars, clubs, restaurants, & tourists on little cobblestoned alley ways. I asked the cute bartender, Ivan, if the pianist allowed people to sing with him. Ivan spent some time in Miami so his English is impeccable. He told me to sing if I wanted. Well... I thought it best to introduce myself to the pianist, Chris, first. All went over well. Chris has a different repertoire than I do, but we found something in common. The owner was present that night and asked if I wanted to sing New Year's Eve. Yes! Another venue in which to spread a little Katt joy!!! I left there on cloud nine headed to one of my favorite jazz jam clubs, Caverne des Oubliettes. When I first arrived in Paris, I thought I'd be able to locate a Seattle jazz singer, Frederic Tuxx, who had moved here 10 years earlier. Everywhere I asked people knew of him, but couldn't help me connect with him. I even wrote to mutual friends in the States with no luck. So I let it go knowing I would see him one day. I walked into the basement where the jammin' was happening and who's head was in front of me? Tuxx! I wasn't certain so I followed behind him til I could tap him on the shoulder and get a look at his face. Oh my God, the look on his face when he turned to see me staring up at him was priceless! He spends most of his time in the South of France which is why I couldn't find him. Ahhh... magic!!! He was surprised at how many people already knew me and how many of the hip places I had found. You know me: woman on a mission!

Cashiu will sing New Year's Eve too.

Willie, Pierre, & Me up to no good til the wee hours.

As the end of 2007 quickly approaches and my Gypsy Year is coming to a conclusion, I am so grateful I have had such wonderful adventures and met so many incredible people. I'm not certain what's next, but I am charged with optimism that 2008 will continue to fill my world with song, laughter, & love. I open my heart to it all!!

As always, I love you & hope your life is just what you wish it to be.

Synchronicity, Gypsy Music, & The Land of Fabulous Shoes...

Whew! I've been a busy little wanderer. Opportunities to do what I love keep coming my way. Sometimes there's money, sometimes not. At the latter times I'm reminded of a friend's sage words, "There's a time to sow and another to reap." When we feel as if all we've done is sow, we can be very impatient for the harvest time. As my adventure continues here in Europe I keep my heart in the right place, remember my mission, and keep on singing. Like the Fool in the Tarot deck, I jumped off the cliff with the support of the Universe into the unknown in river of life. Believing isn't always easy, but believe I must and the surprises keep on coming. My friend Aman Bloom calls it synchronicity: letting go of the limits of reason, going with the flow, and noticing how little decisions lead to bigger, more significant happenings. Everything is connected!

Potzi & Moundine played with me at the Mini Bar

My Paris debut was bizarre, but a blast, too! Firstly, I relearned a lesson I thought I had gotten long ago: don't pin all the hopes in one direction; make choices that allow for flow and freedom. Usually, situations that create stress from the onset will produce stressful outcomes. After procuring a guitarist from myspace, exchanging emails, phone conversations, and an attempt at a rehearsal which left me nervous about putting on a show for several hours, a last minute decision saved the day. Potzi and Moundine play gypsy jazz at the Mini Bar twice a month. The week prior to my own gig they had played the venue and asked me to join them for a couple of tunes. Thankfully they were available to accompany me again. Our styles are vastly different, but we managed to find commonalities. Funny, but small incidences keep me aware of how important the music is to me. At the end of the evening Potzi invited me to sing with them at some of their other shows. I would be a guest, but the exposure to other audiences in Paris is just what I need.

The next evening I boarded the train for my first trip to Italy. I've been blessed to move about quite often in this part of the world, usually by bus because it's less expensive on short notice, so it was a real treat to finally check out the European train. I could write a whole other tale about that trip, but I'd rather focus on Bologna and the wonderful afternoon I spent singing with kick-ass musicians at an outdoor festival. Christian (www.dirtysoul.net) & Michele (www.micheledonivento.com) were amazingly talented, as well as generous with their stage. (You can check them out on myspace too.) They rarely play in Bologna and said that it was just by chance they were there. I just happened to be walking along when I heard the music and detoured to investigate. My Italian journey was a spontaneous gift from a friend who was otherwise engaged that afternoon, so I was on my own. Talk about synchronicity!!! We had magical music moments and true soul connections. I can taste future associations. At the very least, I have an invitation to join them at a major music festival in Northern Italy this coming Spring.

Chris singing his butt off with Michele playing a mean Hammond.

Princess of shoes in the shoe capital of the world and not a euro to spare. Hear the violins? I didn't torture myself too much about buying new shoes. I've never worn the same shoes everyday in my LIFE til now and my silver converse are tired. REALLY tired!!! The shoe lover in me wanted to part with some of the money I'd earned soooo badly, but the practical Capricorn that I am kept me in check. There'll be more Italian visits and other opportunities to get some fabulous feet treats when I'm better able to be frivolous. For now, the converse and I will remain true to each other. My buddy, MR, might visit me here in Paris and bring the bags I had to leave behind in Ireland. Then I can tromp around Paris in leopard boot style for the New Year.

Beautiful Frederica who poured me mulled wine and warmed my heart with her kind words.

Due Torri- 2 Towers built as the result of a quarrel in 1100.

I didn't do a big tourista thing in Bologna, but I did wander and get lost many times. One day I trucked out to find the City's most famous attraction: Due Torri. I didn't bother with a map because I could see the towers from my starting point and figured I just follow the skyline straight to them. WRONG!!! I got so lost that day, I actually had to ask for help back to the hotel. Got lost again- the streets here are covered in the old part of the city-looked up and there were the towers. Viola!!!

One constant about Europe: my voice is loved here in a way that I experienced in LA and DC and it continues to amaze me. People are visibly touched when I sing. Sometimes there are tears or I'm told about their goosebumps. Then there's the "congratulations" which I don't have a direct translation for the meaning of yet. So why was I surprised when my friend Remo took me out for drinks and informed me the crowd was expecting me to sing. Apparently, he had told the owner about me and the anticipation was high. The Chi Chi Bar (www.chichibo.it) is a chic, but down to earth place with an out of tune upright piano in the corner. One guy was there who said he could play Chicago Blues- Stormy Monday-which I never sing, but have heard enough times to put a tone to it. So off I went. My goodness!!! Just say yes! The experiences can't be repeated.

Father & Son, Chi Chi Bar proprietors, working side by side.

The Piano...

California Girl in Italy...

It's hard to believe Christmas is right around the corner and my gypsy year time line is quickly approaching its end. Remember I began this journey in February. I have no idea what will present itself in the next couple of months, but I'm open to the possibility that I may stay in Europe. I love it here!!! Plus, I don't have a plane ticket to anywhere yet, so I'm completely free to have my next destination unfold. Floating or landing?!!!

As always, thanks for your love, support, friendship, and non-judgement. Wishing you the happiest of holidays!!! I hope to post again before the New Year.
Joyeux Noel!!!

Wheels, Smoke, and Shifting Tides...

My first view of Notre Dame

I'm in Paris where everyone's wheels are spinning or their feet are marchin' at the moment: there's a huge public transportation strike. It hasn't really bothered me. I've walked at least 8 miles per day since I arrived here 'cause the buses/trains aren't cheap, plus I get a better understanding of the city.

I took the bus from Madrid to Paris. It was an overnight affair. The coaches are quite clean here, not like my third world ghetto experience when I rode the dog from Dallas to Austin in July. The movie that played was in Spanish, so I couldn't catch all the language, but I could follow the story closely enough to be moved. It was about life, love, and risk. Talk about a tear jerker for me as we inched along dark roads and I realized I was about to see another dream come true. I have always wanted to live in Paris. I studied French in school-almost majored in it in college. Thinking about how long its taken me to get here brought down the waterworks. Luckily, it was the middle of the night and most of the passengers were asleep.

We left Spain on Thursday night and arrived in Paris Friday afternoon. Luck was with me, so I had both seats for just me! YIPPEE!!!! Never having been to France before, and also choosing it last minute over returning to Barcelona I had made no arrangements. By now I think I can navigate just about anywhere. Well... I didn't even have a list of hostels! First thing, get to the center. Done. Next look for hostels. Not so easy, Paris is a huge weave of streets and trains and bustling humans. Imagine NYC, but you don't speak English very well. I was relying on all those French lessons to come beck in a hurry, but found I kept wanting to speak my crappy Spanish. So funny! Finally I head to a tourist office for a list of hostels around 5pm. This was after I dragged my stuff up & down Metro stations without escalators. Man o man! I can't begin to describe the pain in my arms once I finally relinquished those bags at about 10pm that Friday night.

Ok... don't freak out, but I found just one place with a bed for €28 at around 7:30. It was nice, but for an equivalent of nearly $40 a bit spendy for me. The clerk spoke a bit of English, phoned another place for me, and sent me on my way with best wishes. I'm sure by this point I was lookin' like a real whoozit! Back to the Metro, bags and all. However, now I had gathered a ton of info about the goings on in Paris and started to get a crazy notion: maybe I'd just head to a jam session I'd read about, skip the hostel, stay out all night, and start again tomorrow. In the end that's exactly what I did. The last place I checked out for lodging was nasty! I may be on a budget, but I'm still Princess! I dragged myself & my belongings to the club, parked the shit in a corner, and signed up to sing! So there's my crazy Paris beginning. Perhaps I'm growing bolder after all???

Check out the fantastic details!

The day I walked to Notre Dame, I really needed prayer and I said one. Cathedrals are, for the most part, a cheap tourist activity. The older ones are usually open and free, unless you want to light candles. I know very little about Catholicism, but being a church girl I know I find a sense of peace in the hallowed halls of worship places. I don't want to get into a long story. Just take my word when I say I needed to be there this day.

Later, I headed to one of my favorite drinking holes, the Mini Bar. Named such because of size: it's pretty small and smoky. Everyone smokes, so I intone Dianne Keaton's sentiment from Something's Gotta Give, "second hand smoke'll kill you anyway..." The owner, Lyliane, lets everyone know I'm a fantastic jazz singer-her label- from America. Then as the night rolls on, the calls for proof begin to circulate the room. Obligingly, I break into song a capella and so my reputation is being built: one tune at a time. I must admit loving the response of the listeners. Everyone wants to help me find places to sing. I will do a show at the Mini Bar in 2 weeks. Thank heavens!!!

Lyliane, the bubble woman...

The other thing about Paris... there seems to be no concern of time. Often the party doesn't even begin til after midnight. There might be a lull as people bundle up to go elsewhere, then BAM! New crowd, new energy, more songs, and even more champagne. Champagne flows, smoke billows, and my head finally hits the pillow around 8am. Geez!! When France becomes non-smoking in January Lyliane's place will not give over: she'll just activate private club status. At 61 she shows no signs of slowing down.

I have had to change direction. This week I'm headed for the Parisian suburbs for a wee break and to rehearse with a guitarist I met. Rodrigo and his wife, Pascal perform all types of Latin music. It'll be good for me to hang elsewhere for a bit. Paris has been hell on my feet and lungs. Also I have to brainstorm with like-minded individuals about how to get more work.

Little white lights dot the Eiffel Tower each night!

Whenever I take my evening walk, I am reminded of the glitz and glamour of Paris. Everything really sparkles at night. The Eiffel Tower looks like a diamond studded jewel in the dark sky and although I am revisiting bohemian life, I will wear my real baubles again!

Madrid... Where's the Ocean???

Barcelona dreaming came to an abrupt end. The weather turned cold, the cool crowd left their holiday revelry to return home, and I was left with a decision: to remain or go. There had been so many wonderful people who stayed at The Dream when I resided there, it just didn't feel the same when one by one they departed. One of our last nights together we all hung out in the common area laughing, drinking, and being silly. I sang for some dancers from Budapest and they danced for me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lE18OlRPGV8 Love it when artists share with each other!

Things began innocently...

Then, as we know... the controls are loosened!

Most wanted the travel mood to last forever. Since I'm not on holiday, it was a kind of break to be in their energy, and noticeably time for me to return to my mission. I had been waiting for word from a producer friend in the States about a singing tour of Spain. Alas the little violin was stroked when we heard there was no funding available. Literally the tide turned overnight. I had dinner with 2 gentlemen I met thru my couch surfing network. We melded on many deep levels and they both encouraged me to continue conquering my fears. I woke up the next morning with renewed determination, packed my bags to return to the center of Barcelona, but purchased a ticket to Madrid instead.

My courage corner around the Barcelona Cathedral.

Rui, the guitarist who sang & played with me all night to a small, but adoring, group of fans.

I am blessed to have met and performed with Rui around the Cathedral. When we parted at 6am one Saturday morning he gave me his email, but the disconnect came and I couldn't find him again. Miraculously as I circled the public market exactly one week later, we bumped into each other and planned a last rendezvous. Last 'cause I had already purchased my Madrid ticket a few hours earlier. Funny, but the final meeting wasn't meant to be. Thank you for the beautiful music at the Cathedral. I returned and sang alone in the alcove just hours before boarding my bus. Guess I needed to go it solo one last time.

Center City Madrid

As usual, I roamed the city to get the feel of it.

Madrid is beautiful, but I couldn't get a sense of my place there. I always miss being near the ocean for one. The other thing was the Big City Mean came crashing down. If there's just one thing I've noticed during my travels it's this: people in big cities are stressed to the max and unhappy. Now that's a generalization to be sure, but for the most part fairly accurate. I met kind folks there too. BUT... watching a car break-in midday while no one else cared kinda soured my taste for the place. I even stared the guy down and took photos and still he persisted!

Gotcha! Nobody to help...

The best part of being in Madrid was Nicole. She's a friend from Seattle who's studying Flamenco there. It was wonderful to reconnect with her, meet her friends, and catch up on all the happenings. She inspired my expat dreams! Keep on dancin' beautiful lady!!!

Christy, Laura, & Nicole my last evening in Madrid.

Its been difficult to decide where I belong at times. Seems like many of my moves of late have been last minute guttural ones. At one point I thought to return to Barcelona; I had a new place to stay with a friend of a friend, some musical pals to seek out, and a city I felt I knew. Then the 9th hour found me purchasing a bus ticket to Paris. After all, it was the place I intended to check out before Barcelona was even a blip on my radar. So... here I am in gay Paris!!! Don't quite know what's here for me, but she was calling, "Katt! Katt"!

I'll tell about my first day off the bus and my crazy hike through the city, bags and all, the next episode. Keep sending me love and good vibes. I can feel it & your faith in me helps me continue to put one foot in front of the other even when I feel lost.

Love You!!!

A Fall day in Paris...

Gaudi, Wonderment, & Inspiration...

Ahhh, Barcelona! My sunshine paradise has a cold, wet side and it has arrived. Certainly the rain comes to make things green, but now? Oh well... It's still great to mash with people from all over the world in a foreign country. I'll post a few photos here, but to see complete albums go to www.facebook.com and punch in my first and last name.

Barcelona belongs to Gaudi...

The ceiling of the Salon on Gaudi's estate which is now a park.

Gaudi's house- one of them anyway...

Gaudi's attention to detail can be somewhat overwhelming, although amazing. makes you wonder where he got his energy and imagination. The sheer vastness of his various projects blows me away! I pursued his art pieces around the city and was inspired by his vision. Do you think we might have more modern day visionaries if we killed the television?

Temple de la Sagrada Familia

More Temple. This place is massive!

Temple de la Sagrada Familia is a massive Gaudi project still unfinished. Construction was begun in 1882, given as a project to Gaudi one year later, and he worked on it til his death in 1926-a whole 40 years! There's cranes all around the enormous structure which resides on an entire block. How did he squeeze in so much? Jeez!

Palau de la Musica Catalana

Palau de la Musica will host Sonny Rollins during the 39th International Jazz Festival here in Barcelona. Performers include Harry Connick, Jr., Dianne Reeves, Chick Corea, and Ornette Coleman among others. Unfortunately, the tickets are a bit pricey, but I've introduced all those guys in concert already.

The beach near my house in Badalone, just outside the City.

The mimes here are incredible!

Aman & Andy- 2 kindred spirits...

I have been so blessed along this journey. There have been some disappointments, but a ray of sunshine and random angels always appear just when I need them most. These two gentleman are fellow travelers who met me for coffee and we discovered soul connections. I was touched by their authenticity and generosity. Their life stories are awe inspiring and their beings beautiful. What a day it was to be touched by their magic! The wonder of it all.

That's all I get to say now. I'm moving back to the Center today and need to get the pack strapped on while I'm keyed up to do so. Keep me in your positive thoughts. The full moon is tonight and I need to howl. I'm gonna sing around the Barcelona Cathedral this evening, send a little shout out to my angels for guidance, and put one foot in front of the other on the path I have chosen. the love in my spirit is in my song and the gift is one I must share.

Here's to being blessed and spreading joy!!!!

Tra La La La Li, Ireland Come and Gone..

My house by the Sea in County Kerry

Damn mailman! Can't he straighten that gate? I love this magical place: Tra Li by the Sea. It was an amazing detour en route to Barcelona. I was treated royally and spoiled rotten by my pal MR. Thanks my friend. Guess I have to return now that you've been forced to keep half my belongings. More on that later.

Sweet Little Tra Li Town Center...

What happens in a small town like this? Karaoke! I was doing it again in Ireland. It was fun, of course. I now have fans in County Kerry. Plus I got to sing live in my favorite pub with an incredible guitarist. There was also an offer to do a gig, when and if I return to these beautiful shores. Wayyy cool!!! Mostly I just walked the beach and traveled over treacherous roads to beautiful places along the Atlantic.

Dingle Peninsula...

The water's edge beckoned and I forgot all about the uphill return.

The road to hell is paved, and that's saying something.

I was so content to spend a few days in this part of the world. It's magical when the unexpected happens and you say, "YES!!" Just when the weather began to turn, I did too toward the South. Barcelona on the brain. Not even a marriage proposal could stop me. Well it wasn't real now, was it? The beauty and calm were just what I needed before heading to the Big City on the Mediterranean.

Girona Airport serves Barcelona leaving an hour and a half bus ride to the Metro. UGH!!!

Remember the left luggage I mentioned earlier. Well, my host happily-not- drove me 82km or so to the Shannon Airport for my Southern flight which departed at 6:35a. That's about an hour and a half trek on dark, two lane roads. Scary, except for wildly starlit skies and bad radio. Upon arrival, in the cold, I was informed that my baggage was very overweight, plus I had one bag too many. 100 Euros too many to be exact. Add to this news that I had only 10 minutes to decide which bag I would bring for the journey- the very large backpack or the roller bag containing my leopard boots which still haven't seen the light of Europe- and voila... Good Morning! Fortunately, MR hung around to see that I got my ass on that plane and ended up with my things in the roller bag. Oops!!! Guess I earned the nickname, Calamity Jane after that particular non-reading of the fine print. Now I look like a whoozit with 2 freakin' back packs to cart around BCN. Geez!!!

Southwest Air of Europe. Cheap tickets, but don't even think about a travel wardrobe!

Where I'm writing from right now!

This is a first: a European Hostel. Hhmm! Perhaps I need to step up that million dollar recording project. Actually, this place is cool. Clean, but not cheap. I get a bunk, locker, internet access, and breakfast all for $35/night. At these rates I may make it to the Jazz Fest this weekend. Really... so far, so damned good. I can't complain about a thing. Life is GRAND and I'm finally in Barcelona! Yippee!!!!

Beaches, Airports, & A U Turn Back To My 2nd Home

Miami was grand! I got to hang with my brother, the Uber Artist, and just beach bum it before the rains came thundering down from awesome blue-turned suddenly black-skies. We discovered beautiful landscapes and found we're great traveling companions. Lots of road time gave us opportunities to share recent adventure stories and discuss our dreams for the future. I knew it would be a wonderful send off to Europe to spend time with one of my huge sources of inspiration. Thank you, my brother, my friend for all the treats and sweetness! You always let me have my way. Truth is: I'd love you even if you didn't spoil me. BUT, I'm glad you put up with me knowing I'll never steer you wrong.

Princess at sunset on the Gulf in Naples, Fl. pre-mosquito attack.

The beautiful Keys... Love this beach & its warm, clear waters!

Florida is so beautiful! At least the parts I like are gorgeous. I know. I'm a snob, but why disregard beauty or the fact that I have champagne taste? So funny, but my visit to the gulf reminded me why I usually keep to the ocean-side of the waters: mosquitoes. I was devoured in Naples 'cause Z Free and I lingered after sunset to watch new Americans morph beach volleyball into a game resembling soccer with a single net. We were mesmerized by this playing; lots of head-butting, sculpted bodies, and sundown sweat. Awesome use of equipment!

In Key West we remembered our ancestors and their journey across the ocean in slave ships. All that remains is a sign. Even the graves have been covered by a fort. Nevertheless, there were enough survivors that I can call myself an American today. Though I must admit, there are times when I'm not so proud of the association. Regardless of our so-called freedom many of us are self-imprisoned, choosing thought limitations over mind expansion and true liberty. THINK about it!

A reminder...

Layover lunch with my first friend, Jennifer. (signs of Ice Princess in view if U know where to look)

My long layover at IAD allowed me to meet with my childhood friend, Jen, for lunch. The wine was almost as good as the company. We really don't get to spend as much time together as we'd like, so stealing moments is about it for now. Jen wants to hang with me in Barcelona as soon as I get settled. Oooo... I just now understand the implications of that. Me? Settled? Hhmm... Thanks for postponing that meeting to see me. Nothing like holding court-as you put it-at the airport. Is that blonde with the big old backpack ME? Jen got a kick out of my look. The silver leather converse are here to stay. At least I still got some kinda LAMÉ (lah-mey), baby!

Yesterday I landed in London, gathered my bags, and re-boarded a plane for Manchester. My middle passage was fraught, as usual, with evidence of over packing. The UK has different baggage rules, so en route I had to shove my briefcase into the already overstuffed backpack or pay £30 (almost $70). Yikes!! I stuffed away and headed back to the familiar. Strange, but when I arrived at Manchester Airport I felt like I was home. Loaded down with my stuff, I jumped on the train to East Didsbury-back to my old haunt here. Lucy wagged excitedly-do dogs remember people?- and the boys were hungover from the night before when they sat up awaiting my return. Sweet!!! Cath is on holiday in Turkey, but should be back before I head to Ireland on Monday.

OK. What am I doing in Manchester? I'm flowing, that's what. My final destination is Barcelona, but I had a tempting invite to detour through Ireland and kiss the Blarney Stone (this girl couldn't resist). Making music by the sea... it's all in the mission. So I'm spreading some love to my friend, Cath, and my little brothers (Austin, Antony, & Gibbo), then I'm off to explore some Celtic wonders.

As always, I am grateful for this chapter in my life. At every turn I'm reminded how blessed I am with love and friendship. I'm elated, thrilled, moved, and mesmerized every waking moment, and that's a good thing! Thanks for sharing the journey with me.

Dare to dream BIG and keep believing in love!

Peace & Illumination...

Festivities, NYC Goodbyes, & Following the Sun...

Friends from NYC and Arizona gather for family-style dinner in Little Italy

So funny how our true friends are never really far away. Having just spent 2 months performing with Kevin in Seattle, I joined him and his partner, Enrico in NYC. They welcomed me at their cute Lower East Side townhouse for the balance of my stay in the City. Labor Day weekend some of our dearest pals came to visit and we all had a blast! Kevin, an official walking tour guide of NYC, lead us through Central Park-known by me as the Human Zoo. We also enjoyed an evening in Little Italy followed by drinks at the bar where I worked: cute, small bar at La Fayette & Grand on the edge of SoHo. I may not have mentioned my good fortune in landing a bar tending gig when I flew in from Texas. If you take a trip to the City, visit the La Fayette Bar and say hello to the gang for me.

Central Park on a hot holiday Sunday afternoon. Oops the statue's head is missing...

I was lucky to have substantial time in NYC. So many people, so much trash, so little personal space. However, the City has a rhythm and diversity like no other which clarifies why people from all over the world head to its shores. After about a month of walking the streets in the famed City, I finally scheduled my flight(s) back out into the world. Before I spew about more of my gypsy adventure, here are some more photos from NYC...

The boardwalk at Coney Island.

Change is great, but sometimes the new replacing the old can suck. Rumor has it Coney Island is losing its carnival attire to become a sprawl of condos for the newly rich who want beach front property not too far from NYC action. So I headed out to the beach one last time. It was an amazing day of boardwalk music, sunshine, wind, and lots of dancing. The DJs were were spinning and everyone else, too. The community was out for an all-ages bash on the water. FUN!!!

Thought I'd get to ride the Wonder Wheel, but the sun sank quickly after the dancing and I was freezing in the breeze.

The Pickle Festival~LES 2007...

Whoa, a pickle extravaganza right in my neighborhood! Who knew I was living in New York's Pickle District? It's not what it once was, but what is? The lines formed around the block for fabulous pickled treats at the 7th Annual International Pickle Festival. I waited too long to get a cool T-shirt, so I settled for a pickle button. We know how I hate lines, but I cued up for the little green delights.

St. Nick's Jazz Club in Harlem...

Harlem called out to me one weekend. I hadn't traveled very far out of my various hoods and decided to check out this famed small jazz dive. Lady Day on the wall was a good sign. However, I was too early for the real music. Nevertheless, I soaked in the vibe and felt a bit of the Harlem hey-day spirit as I walked the boulevard.

I had a wonderful NYC adventure for which I am grateful. As I look over the months I've wandered the planet thus far, I'm reminded of the huge role my friends and family play in making this portion of my dream come true. Everything I've been blessed to do has been simplified due to your love and support. I love you and am ever grateful!!!

On the beach in Miami with The Uber Artist...

New York is behind me now. I flew into Miami yesterday to visit my brother before I leave the States again. Z-Free is such an inspiration! When the roads pointed here, I knew we needed to energize each other before the physical distance became greater. Today we swam in the warm Atlantic Ocean and visited one of his healing friends, Kai- an older Asian woman who makes magic potions from her garden and drinks homemade wine in thimble-sized dixie cups. When asked if I was "good at drinking", my brother and I both laughed heartily, simultaneously echoing the answer to let her know the thimble wouldn't do.