From Where I Sit

When synchronicity slaps your loo loo. With syncopated rhythms. You glide into sounds of silent screams and dreams and avocado wellbeing. You are your own reflection. So reflect wisely. There are the people you will meet in your life that help you, give you the wisdom of mankind that only a true life lived soul can discuss. There are the lazy arsed vampires and bum chumps that collide and collude, can’t look you in the eye. By their own body language alone and behaviours, emit their own guilt. Whether you walk a well trodden path and blurt out ‘Baa’ or struggle through sunken sands with the storm in your eyes. The rollercoaster of life hits yer hard at times. 
With the sometimes curse I am blessed with. I see you, I sense you, I feel you. I am you. I sometimes sit well in darkness. Most of the time I am bliss. The tortured blessed. The more I indulge in my calling. Those moments of happiness expand to days. 

When true clarity is so blurred in this microscopic society. Where the hunter is hunted. Zen moments are pursued by the enlightened and seekers. 

In Your World. Your ocean and the chop balance upon this flat Earth. You share with a maelstrom. It sucks you down.. underneath. Looking up into a southern metallic blue sky. You realise. It’s all over. What did I do while I was here? 

I sit amongst and am surrounded by the unity, vibrational orgasms… that create a band. The laughter, the sweat, the thrill, the chaos, the calm, the comedown. The only motive in every second of performance is to make the best music you can. 


The ego, the struggle, the muggles, the wants, the insecurity, the genius, disagreements. The family, festivals, rum, whisky, bottled water, broken strings, sticks, pulled muscles. 
Extreme adrenaline. The rush. The crush. My muses, the losers. This journey is beyond an entertaining adventure. It’s so much more. I feel white noise for the ones that live in shadows. I embrace the light from the inspiring beings that ride on the rug that was your magic carpet. 

Then we have the aliens and the truths… the comedy, the mood swings. I go back to who is your muse? You are surrounded by energy. Embrace. 

Those moments, that you share only in you. That make or break at sunrise and travel alone into dusk. 

After all.. when the dust settles. Where were you? 

– Claudine

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Wildkin & Unusual Haunts

Considering it was a late and indulgent one last night. Drumming then the  adrenaline rush, sweating gush has cleansed and energised my torso and beyond. After a soak in the tub the morning after and softer fingers. I cracked on with an acoustic workout. See videos below. Good things. Good work.

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Unusual Haunts 

Wildkin 

Moon guitar

~ Claudine

 

 

Exceptional Believers and the Mandolin

As the dark afternoons and days fill me with a certain sadness. Hibernation, although it would be easy to slip away. Is a procrastination.  But It is nesting and writing time. I’m in rehearsals for live solo work, as well as with Subway Circus http://subwaycircus.com/ being the resident drummer. So Jim Jams on as soon as the dark hits. Being true to oneself and playing the music I love is the sparkles in the flames of my life.

Here is Exceptional Believers:

IDAHOT Day Performance for Outburst Fundraiser

With lots of cackles from the audience. “Shushes” during Bingo! Laughter. Entertainment variety. Which if you didn’t go! You missed out on a good night! A great crowd raised over £400 for Nottingham Outburst 

(Outburst is a Youth Group for people who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans or think that they might be. If this is you and you are aged 12 to 25 you would be more than welcome to join)

Here is a clip of my performance.

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Its an honour to be given opportunities to help other who like myself struggled with my sexuality.

Thanks to Pete Madon, Jamie Kettle-Madon.

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Unison for organising such a good even. Scarlett Tiarra was amazing. WATCH PERFORMANCE HERE ! 

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Vocalist Suzanne Lyn got the crowd going

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I always wake up on a high after gigs. Adrenalin, swear. The buzz! As the trickles of sweat ran down my face during a performance. My voice almost lost during the last song ‘The poppudom song’ and old classic. I forgave the nerves that cripple me before a performance. With good company and a bingo win. Which will treat us to my domestic bliss world with plants from the garden centre! Rock and Roll I know!  I think I’ve also learnt that eating chili scotch eggs beforehand from Gonalston Farm shop is not wise! Thank goodness for Zantac!

And then there was Piano. Rhinos

I wrote this late last year while going through a pretty bad time mentally and emotionally. What do us songwriters do? We write, we exorcise the demons. Therapy.

I was inspired naming it with this article Rhino

words:

Shine a light upon my mountain

But I’m still filling up on dread

World hovers on my shoulders

The past, the present the future then I’m dead

 

Release, release Rhinos

 

Unreachable devastation

The Meditation said

To look outside my inner anger

See what Buddha said

 

I’m making up preservation

I’m talking to the wise

The mechanics of coping

Are practiced many times

 

When I’m a lone with the demons

 

I set in motion lots of dealing

On my darkest days

My instruments of adjustment

Stop mental state delays

 

 © Claudine West 2014