March 2010 Issue BARFLY Magazine... we're the profiled Band!
27/02/10 11:36
I
was most pleasantly surprised a few weeks ago, to get
a call from Bob, from Barfly
magazine,
asking if I’d consent to an interview
– For "Jennifer Mylod & the Boys of
County O'Cean" had been selected to be the
featured band - profiled for their March 2010
issue!
I was then contacted by Steve LeVine, a partner from Grapevine Public Relations out in Los Angeles, Ca, and things started rolling.
The interview was arranged, and the issue will be on the news stands this week end! So… Here it is!
CLICK this link below and it will open up the PDF for you to read... WITH a little thing that will make it larger or smaller...
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I was then contacted by Steve LeVine, a partner from Grapevine Public Relations out in Los Angeles, Ca, and things started rolling.
The interview was arranged, and the issue will be on the news stands this week end! So… Here it is!
CLICK this link below and it will open up the PDF for you to read... WITH a little thing that will make it larger or smaller...
BandStory_JenniferMylod_FP Read More...
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The blizzards of February 2010...
10/02/10 13:16
The blizzards that hit
the East Coast this month... were some of the most
beautiful, and breath taking snow storms that I've
seen in ages! To be given the opportunity to view
this same old world... that I see every single day...
suddenly all fresh, white and clean... always sends a
sense of great awe and joy into my heart... It brings
to mind of one of my favorite verses... that goes
something like this:
"Winter came pirouetting in... on silver toed slippers of snow... and I was a child... once again..."
I stood outside... late last night when I got home from our Irish Music session at St. Stephen's Green Pub... (and yeah, the roads were HORRIBLE!) But after unloading the car of equipment & instruments... I silently stepped outside - onto the front porch, and I stood… quiet & still - there in the frigid, and biting night air. I said a prayer of thanks to the Angels who watched over on the drive home... And implored them to watch as well… over our beloved friends... who were driving home too...
But as I stood there... I couldn't help but marvel at the intense silence... It almost made my ears hurt - straining in that vacuum of the moonless night - trying to hear any, vague, remote sound of the routine noises of the world... Ah... but there was nothing... ABSOLUTELY nothing...
(Side note: this is my garden gate... and an arbor of grapes – that have run askew, and gone up into the garden Oak nearby... but... the birds so enjoy the harvest of grapes in the summer...that I don't have the heart to pull it down, out of the tree... so I have just let it run wild. I affectionately call my garden... "The Garden of Weedin'" )
ANYWAY... As I stood there last night, in that eternal silence…
I wondered briefly if I could hear the white frost of my own exhaled breath - as it curled and billowed into the dark, frosty night air in front of me...
The night felt strange & hollow... holding nothing more than the barest hush of the thickly falling snow... I imagined that Simon & Garfunkel must have had a similar experience... when they wrote "Sounds of Silence"... for that's exactly what it was... at least - until I detected the far off, monotone, scraping - of a distant snow plow...
The wind whipped the vast quantities of snow - into meringue peaks and glorious mountains of white - That's Phil... he's 6'3... lol... So yeah... it was a TON of shoveling!!!)
BUT... the warm studio was the reward... Beconing me with the wood stove, so toasty warm... and the thick, Scottish Highland cow hide (FYI - a bi-product… the cow died… our friends SALVAGED his hide, and so he’s still loved and appreciated… his name was “Ephron”!) But ANYWAY…(i get so easily distracted!) It’s just a wonderful, cozy place to work on fiddle tunes, dulcimer music... to write and dream by the fire... and so... life is good at Full Moon Maggie Studios...
So... let it snow…
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"Winter came pirouetting in... on silver toed slippers of snow... and I was a child... once again..."
I stood outside... late last night when I got home from our Irish Music session at St. Stephen's Green Pub... (and yeah, the roads were HORRIBLE!) But after unloading the car of equipment & instruments... I silently stepped outside - onto the front porch, and I stood… quiet & still - there in the frigid, and biting night air. I said a prayer of thanks to the Angels who watched over on the drive home... And implored them to watch as well… over our beloved friends... who were driving home too...
But as I stood there... I couldn't help but marvel at the intense silence... It almost made my ears hurt - straining in that vacuum of the moonless night - trying to hear any, vague, remote sound of the routine noises of the world... Ah... but there was nothing... ABSOLUTELY nothing...
(Side note: this is my garden gate... and an arbor of grapes – that have run askew, and gone up into the garden Oak nearby... but... the birds so enjoy the harvest of grapes in the summer...that I don't have the heart to pull it down, out of the tree... so I have just let it run wild. I affectionately call my garden... "The Garden of Weedin'" )
ANYWAY... As I stood there last night, in that eternal silence…
I wondered briefly if I could hear the white frost of my own exhaled breath - as it curled and billowed into the dark, frosty night air in front of me...
The night felt strange & hollow... holding nothing more than the barest hush of the thickly falling snow... I imagined that Simon & Garfunkel must have had a similar experience... when they wrote "Sounds of Silence"... for that's exactly what it was... at least - until I detected the far off, monotone, scraping - of a distant snow plow...
The wind whipped the vast quantities of snow - into meringue peaks and glorious mountains of white - That's Phil... he's 6'3... lol... So yeah... it was a TON of shoveling!!!)
BUT... the warm studio was the reward... Beconing me with the wood stove, so toasty warm... and the thick, Scottish Highland cow hide (FYI - a bi-product… the cow died… our friends SALVAGED his hide, and so he’s still loved and appreciated… his name was “Ephron”!) But ANYWAY…(i get so easily distracted!) It’s just a wonderful, cozy place to work on fiddle tunes, dulcimer music... to write and dream by the fire... and so... life is good at Full Moon Maggie Studios...
So... let it snow…
Read More...