This week pulsed with remarkable moments, and many of those moments were made extraordinary because they involved Meghan Morrison. Meghan Morrison is a force of love. I adore her. I challenge any live being (big or small, furry or bipedal) to spend any amount of time in her company and not adore her. She is the light in a dark cave, she is the first giggle you hear after being submerged in the humdrumity of daily life, and she is the sweet gentle breeze that cradles and invigorates you.
My first Meghan Morrison event this week was co-hosting her cyber jam webcast. Featured this week were Angela Saini (CD release April 4th at The Drake!) and Supertash! I could gush for pages on how much fun I had with these fireballs and how wonderful I think they are, but I think you should go to their websites and find out for yourself! It is always a blast to tune in to the webcast and participate in the chatroom. I encourage you to check out the next live webcast and also peruse the archives for a plethora of unique and inspiring local artists! This is Meghan’s glorious website: www.meghanmorrisonmusic.com
My second Meghan Morrison event this week was her performance at Velvet Underground for CMW (Canadian Music Week). Her set was enlightening in a rock-and-lightning kind of way. Her music is groovy and ethereal. Her voice is uplifting and haunting. Her presence and passion gave me heartrush and goose bumps! It’s fitting that the title of her album released last fall, Lark, is a conjunction of the words Light and Dark. It makes so much sense! And you can feel the love and enjoyment emanating from the stage off of each band member; a palpable force of love with Meghan Morrison at the vortex. They are all amazing.
Meghan also made cupcakes for the entire room. I had two, ‘cause there was one dude at the bar who didn’t look like he’d have a cupcake while drinking beer. This is one of my favourite Meghan Morrison songs, Hush. I hope to do a cover of it one day! LifeWithMoreCowbell was also a big part of the fun– as always, enhancing everything with her involvement.
CMW brought me much joy time with many friends (new and already cherished). I feel blessed and am already looking forward to next year! One of the brightest highlights of CMW for me was partying with Seymour Stein! He signed The Pretenders, The Ramones, Talking Heads, and is the founder of Sire Records and– Oh, yeah, THAT Seymour Stein who signed Madonna!!!!! To put the importance of this to me into perspective for you: Christians have Jesus and I have Madonna. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without her existence, her example of innovation, balls and dance grooves. You cannot imagine the rate at which my heart pumped when I heard the words, “Seymour Stein is sitting in the corner right there.” Oh Em Gee! Okay, so I didn’t actually PARTY with Seymour. Okay, okay, he may not have actually been aware that I was THERE. But this Kat was at a wee private hotel room party at which Seymour Stein sat in a chair listening to the same intimate acoustic set I was listening to. And I did escort him to his room afterward. Okay, okay, so he didn’t actually KNOW I was escorting him… but I did. I followed him out and meandered with stealth amongst the human clamour he undoubtedly endures most everywhere he goes. And I got a blurry picture of him from behind and faraway and I will cherish this photo by myself. Because that’s the kind of stalker I am.
What a week! Now let’s start the next one!
Hope you enjoy yours!
Spring has sprung!
The sun is shining, the windows are open, the breeze no longer bites your arse, and it’s time for dreams to come true!
I am so thrilled to be involved in this amazing show coming April 25th at Central in Toronto!
Happy Spring, everybuddy!
A great blog by the great Lily C!
The Voice of Fear vs. The Voice of Faith.
…notice this blog starts mid-way. That’s because it’s Daylight Savings Time and the top of this blog should have been written during that hour that was lost. Sarry. My blog on THE GAINED HOUR will be much more lengthy and in-depth.
I wish I could blame that lost hour for my foggy and disheveled ways but I must admit that I live in a constant state of jet-lag so to say I consciously feel the effects by Daylight Savings Time would be a falsity. I sleep at odd hours for odd lengths of time and my mind seems to fade in and out of different time zones and realities. I experience wee moments of bewilderment, just little things like pouring juice on cereal, failing to put coffee grounds in the filter… and not realizing it until after I’ve finished drinking the coffee and wonder why I’m asleep in my own drool again. Why is this happening? Am I losing my mind?
Then I read this article about multitasking and technology ACTUALLY making us dumber. Phewf. So it’s not just me. We’re suffering as a species. I feel a bit better… but a bit worse. Time to take action. As I’m on double duty here writing this blog at the same time I struggle to pay attention to Eastbound and Down, I’ve got to ditch one…
Love, KAT 🙂
Ah… a quiet Sunday all to myself to catch up with me and plan the rest of my life again. I crack open my new CD, Florence & The Machine, which fuses magnificently with the blissful sound of coffee percolating. It’s 12:30pm when I wake up. It’s never too late for a good morning and it’s never too late for a happy childhood! I sit in my comfy chair gazing out the front window, watching glitter fall from the sky. I breathe deeply, inhaling the optimistic scent of a fireside candle, nestle in and reflect on how I want to spend the rest of my life. What is most important to me? What is the least my being needs to subsist joyfully?
I pick to belly laugh. I had an explosive time over dinner with friends last night. When we get together it is non-stop fast and funny. It is an infusion of joy and a physical reminder that I’m alive. Sometimes it’s just a visual expression, the gifted use of vocabulary in a ridiculous sentence, or a guffaw over mutual understanding. And usually the source of the belly laugh is not something you can replicate or share with others. How many times have you lamented, “I guess you had to be there,” through fits of laughter-for-one while you try to spread the joy? It’s not always possible to pay these moments forward. That’s why we must constantly revel in them and generate new ones. I find it worthy to note that it’s these small moments that make the biggest impact on us. It’s usually the smallest events that prompt a couple to fight and the wee absurdities that cause a belly laugh to take hold. You can’t bottle up and save a belly laugh. You can only be thankful for experiencing it and savor the way it remains in your system enriching the foundation of your being.
Laugh For The Health Of It is an article on the physical benefits of laughter, and it comes with a disclaimer: “Laughter may not be suitable for everyone. Remember that laughter is a form of exercise with similar side effects. People suffering from uncontrolled seriousness might experience complications or may even die laughing. Side effects however, will always include warm fuzzy feelings, afterglow and miraculous new beginnings. Consult your physician if you have heart problems, high blood pressure or palpitations, as several extra hugs per day may be indicated for you.”
My continuum plan for life is to always seek out the belly laugh. A belly laugh: the universal language of joy. It’s the orgasm of life. It can include multiple participants of all ages, sizes, sexes, and you needn’t feel shame if someone catches you doing it in public. It starts with a specific punch and spreads throughout, leaving you gasping and euphoric. Yes, I pick to belly laugh!
May you find several moments each day that tickle your fancy, trigger a belly laugh, and contribute to a joyful life!
Love KAT 🙂
Happy month leading into springtime!
I just returned from my first (but not last) trip to LA, where it’s springtime or better all year round! For years I considered LA to be this mystical land of lights and action. I couldn’t quite resolve a clear visualization. It was like I was trying to make out a grey cloud on an overcast day. What a pleasant surprise when I arrived! The people of LA look just like us and the sun is shining! I immediately felt like I belonged in LA and that I may bump into Britney Spears. Why Britney spears? I dunno! In the land where dreams come true, there’s no interrogating the dreamer. I love my home, but I think I could fill a good many buoyant days in LA!
For much of the entertainment industry, LA is the last stop: the mecca which many actors, musicians and other storytellers work toward and pilgrimage to. And you can feel that. Everyone in LA seems happy to be there. They’ve got a dream and they’re enthusiastically pursuing it. My dream is to entertain and inspire with my music and comedy. My LA traveling companion and BFF Arlene Paculan is well on her way. Hearing her spirit soar through her music is enough to send you to a place where dreams are alive. You can check her out at www.arlenepaculan.com. What are your dreams? Where will we be a year from now?
LA inspired and invigorated me. A year from now I vow to be back in the mecca of dreams, if not sooner! If you’d like to follow my expedition in “Kat’s Return To LA”, and read about my preparation, you can sign up for my monthly newsletter here! www.KatLeonard.com. You’ll also receive a song download. 🙂
Go forth and keep those dreams alive, everybuddy!