Laura Botsford – “Aquarium Funk” Album Review

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Aquarium Funk

Laura Botsford is an artist. And I don’t just mean in the musical sense. Visual arts are also a creative outlet for her. Collages seem to be a speciality of hers and when it comes to music, this also seems to be her strength, musical collages, or as Laura calls them “I coalesce the vapors”.
This album fuses a number of genres and collects a wide variety of instruments as well. The danger with this style of production, is amalgamating mismatched themes and instruments, leading to a cacophony of sound that never settles down to be a listenable, engaging tune. Well thankfully, Laura has not fallen into that unfortunate, well worn rut, that so many producers end up in. “Aquarium Funk” is engaging and musical on so many levels and well worth your listening time.
If you are a fan of Jazz, Hip Hop, Soul and a melting pot of…

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Artist Lords Prayer

Artist Lords Prayer

 

Our Father who created Heaven and Earth

Haloed be thy name

Thy kingdoms come as were imagined in Heaven

Deliver us into the arms of God’s goodness

Whose plan is sculpted from His Arts desire

Give us our daily illustrations

Forgive us of our wasted talents

As we forgive that which keeps us apart

Lead us not into self-deprecation

Deliver us from complacency

For Thine Art the endowment, the inspiration

And everlasting splendiferous expression

Of each unique essence

Forever and ever

Aahhhh men

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Turn Rows and Country Tunes

 

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Hank Williams

 

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Loretta Lynn

 

 

   Tonight I watched American Masters on PBS that featured our Lady of Country, Loretta Lynn. It is something of a revelation and a  surprise to relive and hear the paths of influence in my own song writing through the influences of such great songwriters like Loretta, Johnny Cash, and Hank Williams. I was taken back to the moments of my life where  I had immersed myself in their nuances, poetry and chords over the years, and took their hands down those same turn rows into country fields, real life story telling,  and yes, ached along with them in each note and word.

   It’s been awhile since I wrote story telling songs, as I wish for the days to return when I would write with friends, and hear their artful and authentic contributions to the song;  this longing is indeed it’s own unfinished song of unrequited partnerships. There is beauty in collaboration. This part of the documentary really resonated with me. Garth and Trisha defined it the best I have ever heard said.

   My Grandfather  loved the Sons of the Pioneers and all singing cowboys. I think we were the only ones in the family that did. My parents liked Jazz and Swing, female balladeers of sweet persuasion, but there in the spinning of old 78’s, I found a home in country songs that reached out with simplicity and those sweet harmonies.

   I have always loved singing this song of Hank Williams. The melody winds out like a train, and the lyrics are clouds across the moon, I can imagine that only the crickets chorused along when this was written. My recording of it isn’t the best, so I hope you’ll hear past it to feel the poetry of this well written classic.

   So, I’ll just ride off into the sunset for the night with heartfelt appreciation to all the country storytellers, and cowboy romance novels that have touched my heart and moved me along into “my slow moving dreams.”

 

 

Over the Rainbow

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 Surely a dream must have a song, this is a classic common tale that we all share.

   Why do I love this song? is it because it reminds me of my childhood? Or perhaps speaks of dreams coming true? Yes, all the best of life fulfilled eventually, after the longing, in the sweet sadness of life’s woes and disappointments.

   There in the heart of everyone is this universal truth, somewhere we can escape to, someplace where we can live our dreams. It is a common calling that comes with being born. No matter your fortune, good or lack of, there is always something we want to make right, to have or be delivered from. In a world of such diverse contrasts, it is an ignitable presence in all of our lives that resonates at our core and surely seeks a hopeful distraction.

   When I was young, the elders spoke…

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Preface for Prayers for the Artist

Prayers for the Artist-Laura Botsford

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Leaning Church by Tim Sorsdahl

Preface for Prayers for the Artist

by Laura Botsford

 

   The story of the artist is a breath page from a book found written long ago in the halls of a poet’s dreams, written with nature’s brushes in quiet places where evening subsides into stillness.  The images and sounds can be found like bells waiting to be rung. Only some find that these apparitions are fleeting, vivid, and then disappear as one wakes suspended between reality and dreams. It is in this regard that the desire for the ability to hold the flame, and channel the river is what we have come to talk about in this book. It is where the in-between moments are saved and savored, scribed in detail for a lasting reflection of guidance and support.

   It is also for those that feel that they are lost in the spheres’ of indifference, casually displaced like mismatched shoes and…

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Song to Garden

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 Song to a Garden

I walked along a wicker road to somewhere clean. Sometimes when I think it’s time to go, a little bird comes along – whispering from a tree … “It is indeed a good time to be free, but the story of your life must still be told,”

How the fragile grass can survive the step is a miracle. As morning brings a feather of dew softly upon its green mat and the rain comes to renew it from the crush.

Once again, its spring is back; upright green, and so languidly lush.

it is startled in discovered ground to find it’s grown oh so much

My front porch is filled with geraniums,

My back door is steeped in the scent of honeysuckles.

I worry not, for flora and fauna are my friends.

They caress ma femme’ and circle her back again,

Abundant and rested

Abloom once again

And though the years have craved the younger bloom

I am not certain that I would want the tomb.

Lovely summer, and knowing autumn befalls me still

For each season is my reason to stay alive,

That is my will

I have given the glittered roads many a travel

Where in trials my heart unraveled the soul of a woman whose name is neither man nor woman

But my one authentic light bedazzled.

My one song

My garden universe unfrazzled

My resplendent repose

My garden leads me to its fair retreat

Where friends in their silent beauty, I am sure to greet.

With song voluminous -heartfelt – we speak- of none less than the flowers that lay about our feet.

 

 

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New Music EP – Aquarium Funk

Aquarium Funk is out in the atmosphere on bandcamp.com

Aquarium Funk is an innovative compendium of cool with wings, hip with the hap of old school meets break out contemporary jazz fusions of capriccio tuneful funky charm.

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Giants in the Night

   This is truly exciting as a writer to have soundtracks added to one’s writing. I am thrilled with the process and the expert technology that enhances the story so well. The variety of  tracks are cinematic and wonderfully recorded. There is a feature to each one that allows one to fade into the next, overlay ambient and sound effects, giving the reader a truly enhanced reading experience.

   For fun and practice, I wrote a short story called Giants in the Night in the young reader’s category. It’s free to read on your tablet and phone too. It can be read here please review and leave a comment if you like.

Synopsis

   The village must be saved from being crushed by horrific Giants. With the help of the Twelve Magicians of Adaya, their quest depends on the courage of one you boy, Hiram, and King Fu, his dragon. For Young Readers, and anyone who has nightmares.

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Days Like These

Days Like These

The rain and storm curves around my kites of bliss and challenges them to compete in the air for life

I have feared, I have lost at the hands of tribulation

I lean and bend as far as the rushes will take

Until they are ripped from the banks, tormented by waters ceaseless falling, flowing dripped and steed in wrenching floods

I am not alone, but it sure feels like it

The lights went out for hours and all I could do was sleep and then sleep some more. Deeply surrendered to a vacuum dreams sucked out of my head

If I were alone in a void

I would know of thee even though we seem to be far apart a passing breeze tells me you are there and I have brushed your cheek.

The editor’s note my alignment of words and thought tend to opt for elaboration, it is a tedious task that is arduous but seeks to transform something complex into a feeling. Oh crap, I think I will go feed the compost with shredded poetry and hope the earth can make something better of it than I can.

I am not a sad writer, just one that is a bit lazy today

The weather bluster of darkness looms in the air with gray, and I fear my new mood swing will take on more damage, once again; I am given this vacant space of pondering to write in.

If only there was someone to listen and say,

“Yeah I get that, and its all right.”

A Portal Portrait

Portrait of a Changing Woman