The Wild Rose Inn Bed and Breakfast
DAD'S MAGIC CLOTHES 16 Jun 2012, 3:07 pmIn the mid-seventies, when plastic colored Swatch Watches were the rage, Dad had a drawer full. His wardrobe was a riot of color, his dark-eyed swarthy tone carried it off, his loud personality took it on. He’d choose a watch to match a shirt, every day of the week. And on Father’s Day I’d send him the perfunctory cards (no less than two) and a Tommy Bahama silkie. It was the shirt he’d wear the next time we’d see each other. Every August I’d go home to Cape Cod for a lobster dinner on his birthday.
Toast to Freedom 9 May 2012, 12:23 pm
Amnesty International based their production team here last April, during the recording of this music video - a 50th anniversary celebration with over 50 musical participants. Filmed at Levon Helm's, this production is edited beautifully from footage supplied by artists at their home studios, as well. A shout-out to Carl Carlton (Wild Rose Alumni) and Larry Campbell (hometown guy) for bringing this gift to fruition.
LIKE I BELIEVE, BABY 15 May 2009, 8:58 am
Marty Balin was the founder and a featured vocalist for Jefferson Airplane from 1965 to 1971. Miracles - from Starship's "Red Octopus" album is perhaps my favorite love song ever written, make no mistake. Certainly the most sensuous. I'm still blown away by the intimacy, the intensity of the lyrics. Marty's haunting vocals made him one of the most distinctive and charismatic singers on the rock scene.
"If only you believe like I believe...," are sentiments from Marty's heart. "I'm a spiritual-oriented person and I believe that music and art can help change the world for the better" he says.
Balin says of the song: "I wrote 'Miracles" about Barbara (his girlfriend at the time), and also about the miraculous powers of Sai Baba. I went to Puttaparti with Barbara and saw Sai Baba. We journeyed through the South Indian desert to the village; the song emerged from that darshan, that experience.""When I wrote 'Miracles,' I had my love for Barbara and my love for Sai Baba -- two very different forms of love -- running through me. So the song is about both of them. I picked up my guitar and I started singing: 'If only you believe, if only you believe like I believe, we'll get by' The words flowed one after another, along with the music; I got the song written down in one draft, on a sheet of yellow paper."On a sunny spring morning, both Marty and guitarist Slick Agular played three special requests for the Innkeeper. "Today", "Coming Back to Me", and "Miracles".
ALL BELLIED-UP 22 Mar 2009, 11:36 amThe Innkeeper attends her first Middle-Eastern Hafla with 20 performers and guest Asharah from Washington, D.C. It was a night of tribal and caberet belly dance that embraced this powerful feminine dance form.
Mira , a fine artist in oil painting from Hyde Park, NY moonlights as a belly dance artist. Her permormance began with a dramatic fan-tail dance behind peacock feathers. Sensually captivating choreography and costumed in deep jewel tones, this performer left little doubt in my mind that I was in the right place at the right time!
But, they make it look so effortless.
Dance on - Sisters!
MAGIC IN THE STARS 10 Feb 2009, 4:52 pmThe Innkeeper celebrates her 48th birthday on Feb. 6, 2009 at the MusiCares - Person of the Year Tribute, honoring Neil Diamond.
Performers on the stage at the L.A. Convention Center, included Terance Blanchard, trumpet; Marti Ladd, birthday girl; Cassandra Wilson, third from left; Eric Benét, next to Diamond; Josh Groban, waving; Faith Hill, and Tim McGraw, far right.
(Gina Ferazzi / Los Angeles Times)
MusiCares 2009 - Video Montage
LADY BRINGS HOME THE GOLD 10 Feb 2009, 4:11 pmCassandra Wilson, as she receives the 2009 Grammy Award for Best Female Jazz Voacal Album
THE POET 26 Jan 2009, 3:55 pmSongs have the ability to capture our dreams, emotions and aspirations unlike any other art form. Such is the potency of words. In 1969, at the age of eight, one song lifted me beyond the status quo pushing ajar the door to inward perception. I cried the first time I heard Donovan’s tale of Atlantis---the pharse "knowing her fate" broke me. Juicy images of setting sail from a lost world foreshadowed a lifelong attraction to the Mystic. I've come to accept that it runs parallel to our own. Forty years passed until I meet the poet that introduced me to such wonder.
Don and his soulmate Linda Leitch are themselves limitless mortals…sharing playful anecdotes from days past and poignant affirmations of the present moment. We laughed plenty, ate heartily, and danced together to Turkish rock under a silver moon.
Their last morning was sweet departure…a reminder that chance encounters are precious yet fleeting…which is, at day’s end, the Innkeeper’s lament. The air was pungent with incence as we sat for a brief moment eye-to-eye. Mine, once again a childs, filled with tears. “Ah, …you are relieved”, Don whispered as fact.
He writes me: The Earthe turns Her Self towards the dark and curves out away from The Sun, and The Wind rushes around the corner with a message from Dame Winter, that She comes quicky with Her Frosty Breathe on every blade of grass. On the Eve of The Hallows, light the Fires of Spring.
It was October, after all, and the wind was rushing in the
season of the witch!
SPIRIT IN THE SKY 9 Jan 2009, 7:48 amAt the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky, then it landed on earth to look at me. Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey, that moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore, for in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul. The nine spheres disappeared in that moon, the ship of my existence drowned in that sea.
“Once I saw a chimpanzee gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset
for a full 15 minutes, watching the changing colors [and then]
retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for
- Adriaan Kortlandt
WILL FIDDLE FOR VITTLES 29 Dec 2008, 3:33 pmAs winter tapped wildly at the window...who came a knockin' but my old friend and past brother-in-law Richard Gregory-Allen. He's a real Renaissance man with a mind for mathematics (PhD. from MIT) a heart filled with song (Woods Hole Folk Orchestra) and the true soul of a sailor.
In answer to so many questions about the Innkeeper's recipe for "down-time"...grab a willing musician and add a little funky chicken!