July 2, 2009
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New Song Demo- Walk Away

i was there to comfort you to tell you things that were not true like love and how its always here and never goes so don’t you fear
but i really know that forevers they come and go so i hold on tight to letting go because i dont know when this, when this, love will walk away.
i am here to see us fall to see us slide right down the wall i give up and take on something new take on someone who is just like you

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July 1, 2009

where have I bean? where have YOU bean?

i think that would be a good catch phrase for a cartoon talking coffee bean.  

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May 22, 2009
A job that I would like to have is the Namer Of Boots job.  You get to be creative, lyrically dangerous and really push boundaries.  Naughty Monkey D Ring has got to be one of the BEST, no, dare I say it, THE BEST name a boot has ever had.  I might just buy them because of the name alone.   Although they look kind of slutty.

A job that I would like to have is the Namer Of Boots job.  You get to be creative, lyrically dangerous and really push boundaries.  Naughty Monkey D Ring has got to be one of the BEST, no, dare I say it, THE BEST name a boot has ever had.  I might just buy them because of the name alone.  

Although they look kind of slutty.

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May 3, 2009

Stick a fork in me, I'm done?

How do you know?  How do you know when you are done?  I wish I could be a cookie.  Or spoon full of cookie dough rather.  I wish there was a certain amount of time allotted to me being done, being ready.  I don’t know when I will be completed.  Maybe I will never be completed.

I have been on tour, in Europe, which is vastly different than being on tour in the US.  The buildings have soul and the streets feel so old.  Who stood on the same corner as I?  Breaths away from Anne Frank’s house.  What lives lost?  What beauty has grown and died hundreds of times even before her?   Being here pulls my body apart.  It makes my heart hurt.  I think about how small I am.  And how incomplete.  And it makes me uncontrollably sad.  But, it is a sad that I am thankful to feel.  It is a realization of myself and my place in this mess of beauty.  

And maybe, it is ok if we are never complete.  Maybe our completeness comes in the incomplete. 

chocolate helps.

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May 2, 2009
i am not sure what these were.  if a cheese doodle had relations with peanut butter, it would yield these odd snacks.   I did not like them.  i ate the whole bag.  oh germany.

i am not sure what these were.  if a cheese doodle had relations with peanut butter, it would yield these odd snacks.   I did not like them.  i ate the whole bag.  oh germany.

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April 13, 2009
“ I like the way your arms come out of your body.
my dad (speaking affectionately to my mother)
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March 23, 2009
TWITTER SONG DOWNLOAD

go crazy.  download away.

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March 21, 2009
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TWITTER SONG

This is what happens when I am in a vocal booth for an extended period of time. Please note, lyrics were made up on the fly so they are quite not the goodest.

Peace, Love, and Twitter.

ingrid

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March 13, 2009

R.E.M.

I had the good fortune to be one of 20 artists asked to be part of the R.E.M. tribute show at Carnegie Hall two nights ago.  I did “Nightswimming” armed with only a looping pedal and my friend Chris on upright bass.  I love that song.  It seasoned my summer of ‘93.  I listened to Automatic for the People on constant rotation that summer.  So when I was asked which song I wanted to do, I knew immediately.

R.E.M. was there, in the audience.  I have never been so nervous in all of my life.  I was trembling a good 20 minutes after I walked off stage.  I felt like I had a switch on my back that was flipped onto the “vibrate” setting.  The main reason why I was so scared was because I had just learned how to use a looping pedal recently and had never performed in front of people with it.  I chose Carnegie Hall to be the venue to break open my looping pedal skills for the very first time.  Why?  Why on earth would I choose to do that?  Why would I put myself through such anxiety?  Because fear is to be battled.  Fear is to be eaten and digested.  To do something that frightens you, and to come through unscathed, even stronger, is incredibly empowering.  

I looked at Chris (who was as nervous as I) and he looked at me, we both took a big breath and began.  And i just sang.  I closed my eyes and sang.  At one point, I opened my eyes and took in the beauty and majesty of Carnegie Hall.  And I thought to myself, “enjoy this Ingrid, f*cking ENJOY IT!”   My voice over my voice over my voice over my voice laced with Chris’ beautiful bass lines, bowing and plucking, swirled and hung in the air.  I could feel it.  I could almost see it.  It was a night that I will never forget.   And I am thankful for it.

I hope you have the chance to pummel fear into the dirt.  

Punch punch punch.

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March 2, 2009

Giggly Goo and Annie

GIGGLY GOO: when i was a child, i wanted things that did not exist.  actually, i still want things that do not exist.  i loved the Berenstein Bears books.  there was a christmas edition where it listed toys that the kid bears wanted.  sister bear wanted a many things, but most intriguing to me was the moldable snot green goop called “GIGGLY GOO”.   i asked my parents for it.  i did not understand when they said it was not “real”…how could it not be real?  it was in this book, this cartoon book right in front of me.  i could make all sorts of snot sculptures and figures.  endless fun.  the burning desire for this ficticious slime drove me insane.  i would think about it at night, lying in the bed.  one year, i got some slimy squishy blob that, when squeezed into its container, would make a fart sound.  it proved to provide hours of fun.  even when covered in hair and dirt.  but it never filled the Giggly Goo void. 

ANNIE:  when i was 4ish, i wanted Annie to come over and have a sleep over.  again, my poor parents had to break the news that she was not “real”.  it pissed me off…this “not real” thing.  i just thought Annie was a bitch and did not want to come over.  at one point, my parents told me the girl who played annie (what????) was probably much older than me at the present time anyway, and it would not be fun for me.  this was baffling to me.  

why am i plagued with this want for things that do not exist?   maybe one day, 8 year old Annie will come to my door with a jar of Giggly Goo and all my dreams will come true.  maybe.  

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