It’s not about the music anymore…

Except that it is!

This past weekend I embarked on a journey into the desert. I packed all my sparkly clothes into a backpack, hopped on a plane, jumped into a car and headed to the magical oasis that is Indio, California where the music festival Coachella takes place.

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Everyone and their mothers (including my mother) were sending me articles about Coachella. They were titled things like, “What You MUST Wear to Coachella,” “Coachella is For Douche Bags and Trust Fund Babies” and “How to Be Seen in the Coachella Scene.”  The articles made me giggle and I formed a judgement about what Coachella would be like and what type of person would be there. I decided no one would be like me.

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When I got there I had a completely different experience. Yes, there were celebrities dressed in outfits that costs thousands of dollars. Yes, many people were trying to out-cool each other. And yes, some people were there for the scene and didn’t care at all about the music. But…

Who cares.

We are all responsible for our own experiences at a music festival. If people want to hang out backstage waiting for the paparazzi to capture a photo of them looking cool, that’s their adventure. If others want to do a ton of drugs and totally forget they are even at a music festival then that’s their adventure too. For me, I wanted to have a musical adventure so that’s what I chose to do.

When I see people who weren’t at Coachella saying that Coachella isn’t about the music, they are wrong. Or maybe they are right. It just like all music festivals are whatever you want them to be, but if you weren’t there you don’t know.

The weeks leading up to the festival I was totally judging the people of Coachella. I was making fun of them and it was because I was intimidated. By bringing them down it made me feel better about myself which as we all know doesn’t really work. The silliest part is, none of it is even real.

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The reality was that I danced like a bunny rabbit on acid to ACDC. I immersed myself into the EDM world when Kygo was doing his thing and to my surprise was majorly impressed. I was covered in goosebumps the entire time Florence and the Machine were on stage. I ate a six course made from scratch dinner while rocking out to Jack White. I got taken to church by Hozier. I discovered new bands and opened my mind to music that I thought I didn’t like. I danced with people that before Coachella I thought were nothing like me.

The truth is everyone who was at Coachella last weekend was not that different from each other. We’re all just doing our things. Don’t let other’s experiences become your own. Be a badass and do your own thang!!! Choose your own adventure.

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The awesome in me sees and bows to the awesome in you,

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What would the world be like without Phish?

aEveryone was put on this earth to shine their lovelights, but for some reason so many of us allow our lights to be dimmed for one reason or another. It’s so much easier to place blame on someone for dimming your lovelight instead of taking responsibility for it.

“It’s my boss’s fault. I get in trouble every time I shine too much so I turn my lovelight down.”

“It’s my husband’s fault. He’s constantly telling me why I’m inadequate and I start to believe him so I turn my lovelight down.”

“It’s my best friend’s fault. She passive aggressively makes comments about the awesome choices I’ve made in my life so in order to not make her feel bad about herself I turn my lovelight down.”

“It’s the winter’s fault. I don’t like the cold and the dark so I turn my lovelight down til summer.”

“It’s the rock in my front yard’s fault. Every time I go outside it looks down on me so I turn my lovelight down.”

aWe can place the blame on everyone and everything, but the truth is we are the only ones who have control over our lovelight switches and dimmers. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says or does to you. You are in control, not them. If someone is dimming your love light, you’re allowing it to happen. Continue reading

One Way to Get Back On Your Unicorn When You Fall Off

One Way to Get Back On Your Unicorn When You Fall Off

This used to be my morning.

I woke up and rolled over to grab my cell phone. I checked my emails. I mindlessly scrolled through my Facebook feed. Eventually I rolled out of bed and made my way to my computer. I would start working right away still in a sleepy fog. I would half ass work all morning. I would realize what time it was and jump up while in a major computer haze, run around my house like a maniac trying to get everything together for lunch, brush my teeth (because I forgot to earlier,) pee (holy moly I had to go so bad,) realize I don’t have time to shower, make lunch or walk into town to meet my husband for lunch so I drive and buy lunch and I stink.

I totally fell off my unicorn!

Sound familiar in your own personal way?

I started a morning routine and it shifted my morning in a major way. I decided I was going to party!

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Les Claypool Rocked My Weird

When I think of Les Claypool I can’t help but smile. He is so unapologetically authentically weird-wild-silly-light and dark all at the same time. I love all of those parts of Les because they are the essence of who he is to the core.  Most of his bass driven music sounds a little like a freaky dark soundtrack to a fabulously crazy scary fairytale. Les showed us his take on what he thinks the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory soundtrack should sound like with his band Primus’s latest album Primus and the Chocolate Factory.  And then he took it on the road for our hearing and viewing pleasures.

My senses were treated to the Primus and the Chocolate Factory tour at the Flynn Theater in Burlington, Vermont. When the curtain opened I was immediatly transported into the chocolate factory in Les’s mind. It was incredible. It looked like this:

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That magical evening Les taught me many valuable life lessons. Here’s what they were: Continue reading