I posted this on facebook today immediately after writing it. . .
free-write of the day: All these women, my sisters, they give them selves, they might die childless, growing old candleless, they are the living flame, they share their passion on display for all those who need a living temple to pray with, they are the beautiful ones, they raise their voices and open their arms and the mountains hear, outside these walls, and the ocean roars in response, the land it feels their feet upon her skin dancing dancing dancing, letting the magic in letting you in, letting you out, setting you free again All these women, my sisters, they feel the call, and they stand with me, a part, and tall, they turn from fire to water and melt into the small places we can't go alone, and they grow parts of themselves chiseled sharp and folded metal strong to rip open the bonds all these women, they can look like anything, they raise their voices, shout and sing they open their arms, holding everything they know they know love is everything they know they know the lonely whistle of the wind on the road in a long night they know they know the lullabies of water and traffic as they tour with the truth planting seeds like johnny, hope they grow what is a woman, what is an angel hosanna in the highest my body is a woman and my spirit has no body call me man, human, girl, animal, call me god, call brother, call me sister, call me friend call me call me call me Hosanna in the highest, do not be surprised what happens when you ask for help do not be surprised when you die do not be surprised when those die you did not help Hosanna hosanna on high by me, karen kunkel, today, inspired by: the women i love, and the strangers i see struggling, and those at Standing Rock, my love for earth, my concern over your apathy, my belief that gender and sex really don't mean anything or they mean whatever you want them to mean so they really don't matter and that god/spirituality is too mysterious to argue over nor define, and the feeling that the older I get, the more i feel a paradox of more self-reliant and more connected and a part of every being i meet. man, i cannot find the words for all the thoughts and feelings. i'd better get back to the real world and DO something. xoxo
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. . . And so is the super moon, but my life is full. My life is flowing. And roiling and bubbling and churning and steaming and moving.
It has been far too long since I have shared my doings, thinkings, and feelings--there is still no time to catch you up--so for now I will say this: 1) In the last year I have redefined and re-recognized the role of music and performance--and, mostly, performance of music--as my foremost path to happiness and peace and strength of body and soul. I have decided music and performing are now my top priorities and because of such, the last six months has seen me performing more and more and more and I wanna keep the ball rolling! Huzzah! 2) I live in a bus now. A short one. He told me his name is Hermes. (His full name is Hermes-the-Magic-Music-Magic-Time-Traveling-Machine) 3) I release my first studio-produced solo album this coming Tuesday. The album will, I think, be called "Uncle Kunkel's Skits & Pieces. . . A is for Astro. . ." Git it gittit on my bandcamp page come Tuesday xoxox 4) I am super grateful a bus roof over my head, all my neat new circus friends, and all my old magic from of music land and ethers inbetween, who seem to love me still even when I travel far away from them and am gone long times. 5) an excerpt from a fb post 'bout mio: "Sometimes called Uncle Kunkel--first disciple of Magic Music Magic, and Medium of Multi-Personae--she writes songs with her voice--operatic folk fairytales; romantic narratives; pastoral psychedelic parlor pieces. Kunkel hears music on the daily, pouring out of the ether and her solar plexus, flowing from the ocean, the sidewalk, the pigeons, the fog, the grass, the trees, the weeds, the dogs n cats and the way you walk--her childhood influences of apple orchard fairies, sage-brush witches, catholic ritual, time-traveling ballerinas, cowboy clowns, river ghosts, myths, and musicals color her sound. She had a sinus surgery as a teenager which has made singing a difficult and painful process, but she has spent the latter half of her life learning she cannot escape the gods of Music and Magic, and has recently surrendered to her old loves--with newfound relationship and intuited understanding--to song and performance. She believes music is the best way mortals can translate the multi-vibration of all existence into a mortal experience of physical-emotional transformation, allowing, through mysterious sound divination, ourselves and each other to unify with all the waves, vibrations, and frequencies of all that outside of and throughout the self." 6) I did not vote for Trump. I donated to Standing Rock camp. The health of the earth should be our top priority--because even if all other problems cease: sexism, classism, consumerism , war, war, war, xenophobia, etc, etc.--which all these problems are related by the way--we would STILL be facing the demise of our species, because climate change is so real and happening so quickly that if we don't act to dramatically change how we live our lives. . . most of us will die off within the next couple hundred years. xoxoxo |
Check back in April 2016 for tales from spring music tour of west coast and current musical wanderings there and beyond! talk to you soon--k kunkel xoxo
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