Soprano, Pianist and Performance Artist Phoebe Legere on Healing Wisdom

Tomorrow on Healing Wisdom on Cape Cod's Outermost Radio​ WOMR continues to promote the hell out of the incredible PHOEBE LEGERE who is performing at the Brick Hill House in Orleans on Sunday at 7:30pm. Call 508-255-3864 for reservations. In our chat we learn about more of the metaphysical side of Phoebe. We talk Goddess culture and DNA. She is a composer, artist, film maker, arranger, songwriter, singer and performer on piano, accordion, guitar, cello, Native American flute, and synthesizer. Most recently, she's been shooting a film with Lena Dunham, but she's performed in orchestrated works as a soprano in operas and musicals all over. You've probably seen her on TV in the 80s.

Tune in to our incredibly casual conversation conversation 9am ET on 92.1 WOMR-fm in Provincetown, 91.3 WFMR-fm in Orleans or streaming at http://womr.org

Pandora's Jukebox Gets a Lift

My show from last night: You can hear it for the next 2 weeks if you follow the link below. Click "Station Archive" Click "23" Click "Poplife or Pandora's Jukebox..." http://www.radiofreeamerica.com/station/womr-wfmr

Lots o' #surf, #80srock and #electroswing

Pandora's Jukebox​ Playlist https://spinitron.com/export/womr75-pl2527-A54EtUct.html

I'm moving to every 2nd and 4th Sunday morning on Outermost Radio out of Provincetown, Mass in late October or even November through May.

It looks like my monthly Jukebox stints will continue.

My Uncle, or a Demon Doing a Damn Good Impression

My uncle, or a demon doing a damn good impression of him, has been in communication with me. Specter-style. Although, in my escapist fantasies Galen has disappeared himself, buying a one-way plane ticket to Japan in hopes of marrying some Christmas cake he met online, whose parents are desperate for her to quit her happy spinster ways. She has invited him to make her an honest woman in a little village far from Fukushima, shrouded by forest, and next door to a brightly painted Inari temple lined with phalluses. There his new wife makes a living selling goofy 50s/60s Science Fiction kitsch, like framed velvet painted scenes from 2001: Space Odyssey. Together they will heroically scatter the countryside with sunflower seeds, helping to rid farmland soil of radioactive chemicals.

Together, they will open their own War of the Worlds Laundromat with surf music, tsunami footage playing on multiple television sets and a vending machine with Coolpis Kimchee Wipe Out and Black Vinegar Juice Twister. They will build a Creature from the Black Lagoon mini-golf park known for its arcade with an interactive weather modification hologram featuring the Winter Olympics in China and an I-Survived-Swimming-in-Rio Olympics video game.

The newlyweds will start a fast-food joint called, Mac's Big Pharm, inspired by Nuclear Age Sci-Fi where Deadly Mantis burgers, Forbidden Planet French fries, and Invasion of the Body Sashimi will be filled with ADHD and anti-anxiety meds. OxyContin for Toddler Go-gurts will trend on #post-apocalyptic social media like new #HeadtripImplants(TM) that stream content both auditorily and visually without Google Glass.

As the poster boy for expatriate/Post-WWII-dreams fulfilled, Galen can be the George Bailey of affordable cat tranquilizers dispensed through Mac's Big Pharm Taco Tuesdays.

Each "fast-fun" joint with feature a miniature Yangtze River running through the grounds into which patrons will piss their meds directly. Folks can watch resulting DNA transmographication in a nearby miniature man-made gorge, where a large screen above shows play-by-play time lapse images of infertile fish trying to conceive, hermaphrodite tadpoles chasing their own tails, and octopi caught red-finned in embarrassing genetic mutations.

What's curious is this whole thing got started with her sending him postcards she painted of culinary creations she made up to look like scenes from Mothra Vs. Godzilla, Atomic War Bride, and I Married a Monster From Outer Space. She was really giving him the business right from the start, and now she is sewing Doctor Who costumes they will wear to Cosplay swingers' parties that mostly involve reading to each other from their favorite graphic novels and re-living their favorite graphic novel dialogue over impromptu diorama building contests. They stay up late singing karaoke over non-alcoholic St. Pauli’s and take lots of selfies of themselves wearing superhero masks. In honor of their imaginary relationship, I bought 3 red kimonos today, and the woman who sold them to me gave me a gorgeous wedding dress in exchange for modeling it on one of her horses, Mr. T. (She has rescued horses I visit.)

My Hero-shima is the best little man. He reads car manuals cover to cover and informs me of our cars' features, spends hours reading about anti-virus software and researching companies he may like to work for. He fixes broken things. He helps me in learning to play the piano. He builds stuff and today he put together solar powered fans. He just turned 8.

While contemplating the next incarnation of my Pandora's Jukebox logo, I've been looking at some of my favorite artists' works. Hero is discovering my art books: Kay Neilson, Georgia O'Keeffe, Botticelli, Salvador Dali, Maxfield Parish, Klimt, Mucha, Sir Lawrence Alma Tadema...but he lingers with Jan Saudek's photos, probably because he thinks that they are inappropriate. Although, HR Giger (the artist behind The Alien film) creeps him out too much to open. Too many baby-faced condoms on the cover? I'll have to wrap my chocolate stash in Giger print outs.

Today, we ate wild blueberries on our walk with friends. I just wish summer could linger on for another couple of months. It's always too short. I have so many photos I'd like to take but I need the right models. I have a very Art Nouveau/Ingmar Bergman shoot in mind, but I really need three young ladies with very long hair in very long chiffon dresses with trains. Cape Cod in the summer is heavenly and I must capture this light and the gorgeous beaches and grapevines before the skies turn gray and the leaves turn autumnal.

Before we moved I found some old art. Visual art was really my first love, and as a result of not spending enough time my skill hasn't grown much. But, illustration and painting is something that I would love to go back to. Sad that most of my art got moldy and had to be thrown away over the years. Always take photos.

Here is my birth art:

Never draw your genitals in a less than ideal way, especially blown out, or you might found your self in stitches and in serious pain. I thought a rose was a cute metaphor for opening (like a blossom).

I really did give birth in a 20 dollar kiddy pool. Funny how it didn't retain any heat in the 7 hours I was tripping my brains out, acting like a gorilla and refusing to leave the pool. It was those goddamn ferns telling me to stay put.

This was how my goddess series started ten or twelve years ago...

I went through a femanazi phase where I read Bust and Bitch magazine, (and lots of Adbusters), with a little Cunt (the matrilineal neolithic term for challice/sacred vessel) and Adios Barbie for good measure. (Along with some classics from Mary Daly, Emma Goldman, Naomi Wolf, Betty Friedan....)

Here's what put the kibosh on my nanny career (I was 16/17 in Community College): Social Critique of the Capitalistic Agenda and Big Pharma

And... "Infantalism with Angela"

Here is a self-hate-portrait from that time:

Here's was my first pillow book for a tenth grade film analysis class where we watched Japanese porn, Bergman, Truffaut, Cocteau, and the like.

7th Grade: This globe is a snap of a print of a painting I made for a teacher-mentor-friend I adored. In 7th grade I read a 500 page biography of Oscar Wilde, was fascinated by Lewis Carrol, listened to a lot of Chopin and bought opera tickets with money I made from my art. I wanted to travel the world, see Shakespeare performed at the Globe Theatre and The Magic Flute at the Teatro di San Carlo.

5th grade: The kid who sat next to me. At ten I studied Viennese Baroque architecture, read Shakespeare at length and wrote sonnets in iambic pentameter, sat at museums and in front of Victorian houses for hours on end sketching.

Electronic Violinist Roswitha on Healing Wisdom

Hear my Healing Wisdom interview with Austria-born Electric Violinist and ecclectic singer/songwriter Roswitha. She's appeared on Late Night with Conan O’Brien, in the movie August Rush, at the Latin Grammy’s, and was featured on MTV’s Unplugged. With the Philharmonic Orchestra of the Americas she performed with John Legend, Santana, Gloria Estefan and Patti LaBelle.

ROSWITHA POD HERE

We perform the full play Selkie: Between Land and Sea August 2016.

Also, Pandora's Jukebox moves to every other Sunday morning in the fall on 92.1 WOMR-fm Provincetown and 91.3 WFMR-fm Orleans.

Photographing a wedding this weekend.

Healing Wisdom Through July

Hello Folks,

Dance professors Leda Muhana and David Iannitelli from the Universidad Federal of Bahia will be talking about Brazilian dance and culture promoting a dance concert happening Wednesday July 29th at 7:30pm at Preservation Hall in Wellfleet.

Vocalist and guitarist Claudia Wellington and cellist Ellen Watters Sullivan will be on next week promoting their music and poetry event Friday July 31st at 2pm at the Truro Public Library. It's a Cape Cod Poetry Group event. Both women have performed in a women's improvisational music group that plays for people in hospice. Among her teachers Sullivan studied with Rudolph Kratina, an Austrian cellist who had studied with Strauss. A,ong other bands, Wellington sang with Kangeroo Swing Orchestra at clubs in Paris and the French Alps and performed as a headliner at the Beauvais Jazz Festival.

Sometimes God and The Universe talks to us in mysterious ways, through people, animals, through symbol rich poetry and channeled prose, sometimes even through license plates.

"MagicP" "Hands" "Seal1"

Fairytales such as the selkie stories, origin stories and mythological tales, speak to us in parables that resonate with the soul. There are so many things we can only know with our hearts and not our minds, because the invisible world is so vast and richly layered. The union of land and sea folks in Between Land and Sea is a wonderful metaphor for peoples coming together from different worlds and finding peace. It is only in joining forces that activated, creative, soulful people can defeat the negative forces on this planet that keep people focused on the surface world.

The Epic Adventures of the Rockr Grrrls

A Very Patriotic 4th of July

Hero and I will be on Outer Cape (pre)Teens this coming weekend from 10am to noon on Outermost Radio. A couple of weeks ago he earned his first iTunes card. Where would his taste bloom from his love of Pharell's "Happy" and Tegan and Sarah's "Everything is Awesome"? Left to his own devices he bought all patriotic songs and a couple of Frank Sinatra tunes. Hero P. Keaton, future Elk, Rotary Club member and captain of the Chess Club. Today my seven-year-old was in pursuit of Brazilian jazz tracks. Patriotism. There are a lot of directions you could take it. For example, our immigrant ancestors became Appalachian hillbilly moonshiners. Moonshine, the American beverage of choice before Coca Cola came along. Hero's German ancestors settled in Russia, before coming to America to escape antisemitic religious persecution. There's also marriage equality to celebrate, as well as, early unions that stood up for union workers in hard fought strikes for better working conditions, decent hours, and wage increases. In honor of Independence Day, I can dress like a UMWA striker and Hero can dress like J. P. Morgan. Mazel tov!

Marishka Phillips on Healing Wisdom!

Marishka Phillips will be on Healing Wisdom discussing her new film, "Love Always, Eartha". It's done well on the festival circuit. Marishka Phillips has been a Broadway actress since her early childhood. She attended the Alvin Ailey School of Dance, the Broadway Dance Center, and Fordham University. She had bit parts on The Cosby Show and it’s spin-off A Different World. Marishka has played the lead in Othello, played the lead in Absolute Fight at the NY Fringe Festival, and received an Audelco nomination for her role in Woody King’s production of Sweet Mama String Bean. She starred in Stage & Screen, a play directed by Tony Award winner Hinton Battle. As a dancer and singer she has toured with Sean P.Diddy Combs, Christian Castro, and CeCe Winans. In 2011, she founded the Marishka Phillips Theatrical Preparatory.

Here is her show: CLICK HERE

Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth

Yesterday, I gave a phenomenal reading, percussive shamanic clearing, sound/energy healing and soul retrieval (so say my clients). The better conduit I am for angel communications, spirit guide messages and healing energy medicine, the better channel I am as a performer. At least, this is the theory. We shall find out shortly if this is actually so.

My singing feels different, liberated like wild seaweed frothing around in salty riptides. Sonically, my perfectionism has given way to a much looser ecstatic celebration of imperfection. Optimism has sprouted and bloomed bunches of fragrant cacti in my proverbial desert garden set among jaded rocks scooped out ages ago by the movements of sea and ice. The bats of sundown have left the sandy soil better than they found it. Mineral deposits in former creek beds contain bits of quartz and agate that shimmer in the moonlight. Nothing purely intellectual or overly fancy can grow in the heat of the noon day sun. Materialistic hunger and lovers of shallow terrain cannot survive where inner reservoirs are required.

Where there has been loss of self, caught in weirs by fine wires and wandering amid the cemeteries, tarrying at history's flashy altars, I have stumbled and hid. I have lain at the bottom of the sea in a clown suit with my face in the sand, menstruating and playing dead in shark waters. I have shed my skin with loofas, pumice stones, and cheese graters, burned my hands on stove tops until I am bloody and raw, until alchemical processes of transmutation kicked in. I have played matador with the Minotaur. Serving papers I have divorced, condemned, condoned, officially and unofficially, signing off, signing out and signing in again. Somethings have been carved out of me, others have been torn away, some have broken away, some I have drown. But through all of these changes, I have discovered what is left.

Futures and children and investments have come and gone like an eroding cliff tousled by stormy seas at time lapse pace. Through a trip to a menagerie of porcelain fortune tellers behind glass in a Victorian penny arcade, I have seen the kaleidoscope of the past, present and future. On the steps of a fun house on the longest afternoon in eternity I have seen myself oblong and tired with shadows for tears. Inside the Musée Mécanique, I have been hypnotized by the Laughing Lady, chortled at the Wicked Wizard, and fallen madly in love with the Belly Dancer on Her Day Off. And in a moment when time stood still, I shrunk to the size I wanted to be remembered by, and entered into the dollhouse, waltzing and humming. My self a curiosity. My nosedive vision contained all the color, beauty, blood and horror of a jungle writhing with the stench of carnivorous plants, coy wildflowers and unapologetic orchids in heat. Floral pollinators buzzing, on undulating and aching flowers beneath the battle of men who disrupt and ignore the omnipresent lovemaking and insectual feeding frenzies all about them.

My inner punk rocker has grown a pair of maracas, uses her claws to aerate the soil, wears hawk and eagle feathers for mohawks. The feminism that inspired me to rebel against the misogyny I encountered early on is still coursing within me and royally pissed, but she's graduated. She's not throwing full rubber-made Luna Cups at misogynistic movie makers who enjoy killing and degrading women on screen. She's not leaving used homemade abortion kits in the expensive cars of neoconservative corporate think tank shills/devil worshipping prolife proGMO eugenists. She has found alternate modalities, methods and non-ordinary realities. My inner child grew up and grew wings. In some ways, we are living inside the wardrobe, or through the looking glass. This time I am wearing an apron and my hair is in a dignified bun. This time, my goal is to protect the orphans and angels incarnate. It's to collectively work to raise the vibrations of this planet and perhaps even help save humanity from its undoing.

The thing is, for a long time, I thought I had to put my creativity on hold to cultivate my healing practice. I'm glad I did. I wanted to steep myself in the natural and spirit world like the priestesses of Cybil and Minoan Crete. I wanted to lose sleep over it like a backpacker mountain climber, sweaty, stinky and suspended on a hammock hanging off a precipice a mile over the known world. Alone. Channeling most of the night and mornings away, devoting most of my brain space to the metaphysical explorations and paranormal investigations.

Despite the fact that being in service fulfills my soul on a deep level, I have long felt something was missing. Helping people to find their sheer bliss and explore every facet of themselves doesn't ring quite right when part of you has lurked on a furthermost back burner for years. Sublimated. Rationalized away. How will people take my psychic work seriously, if I also like playing characters? (I may be allergic to the word acting.) My whole adult life has been a journey to be as authentic, un-indoctrinated, free-thinking, honest and naked as possible. After dying inside as a child, and being overcome with profound sadness so young, I built up a lot of layers. I was a painfully shy child, but also longed so much to shine and try to endeavor to deserve life.

The truth is would you want a psychic who has no life experiences to draw from, who has no personal creative outlet, who lives through the dreams and manifestations of others, who is ready to project their own limitations onto others? Or, would you want someone who is trained in all the arts, who dabbles in everything, and can look at circumstances and situations from many points of view?

I have been preparing for my selkie role by visiting the sea with my family. We were twice blessed by visits from migrating seals. In fact, I had some almost other worldly encounters with two of them and the angels. My sister selkies liked the dancing I offered them in gratitude for their presence. They stayed just off shore for about an hour. I fancy we had a good conversation, or exchange of ethos.

Pandora's Jukebox Plus Film Festival Interviews

To hear my Provincetown Intl. Film Festival radio interviews and music show:
go to Pandora's Jukebox
click: Station Archive
click: June 20
click: Outer Cape Teens

My guests were writer/director Andrew Dresher, producers Chip and John of Beatbox and writers/directors/stars Alex Holdridge and Linnea Saasen. We also had special guest theater manager Bob Giovanelli giving us a PIFF update.

So much fun!