Tag: Prince


red-christmas-decorations-christmas-22228015-1920-1200**Season’s Greetings**
I sprinkled a lil snow here for you, no shovel required… ūüėõ

Quick catch up: we’ve firmed up book release/a big push for¬†In Praise of Men¬†for Fall 2017! ¬†In the meantime, I’ve done something slightly cheeky that might “jeopardize a sales segment”, but for which I can’t apologize. ¬†In life, one must stand for what they believe in, and so it is with firmly planted feet that I type these words.

Without a bunch of¬†fancy rhetoric, I stand with Standing Rock. ¬†All of the cultures that commingle in my blood- especially the Mi’kmaq in me- scream: NO MORE. ¬†WE’VE ABUSED THIS COUNTRY’S NATIVE PEOPLE AND LAND LONG ENOUGH! ¬†And clearly, I am FAR from alone- have you seen this yet(?): Veterans At Standing Rock.

I am also deeply disturbed by the racist, unpatriotic acts that birthed¬†BLM, and to put it plainly: Donald Trump is #notmypresident.¬† If revealing these sentiments somehow seems inappropriate, I understand. ¬†You’re entitled to your opinion, as well as a refund of your pre-order, which I shall courteously return should you request it.

Now, the big reveal. ¬†On election day, after anxiously casting my vote, I rushed off to see Suzanne Vega¬†at a local record shop. ¬†With her was Bowie¬†guitarist Gerry Leonard.¬† I thought he seemed familiar (had last seen him on the Reality tour, but from nosebleed seats in a stadium), but couldn’t place from where. ¬†When it hit me hours later, I thought about how much had happened since I last saw Gerry; of how I no longer made music; and of course about how that other bright soul on stage (Bowie) was no longer with us.

Around midnight, final polls arriving, a group of us decided we needed a stiff drink. ¬†We wandered into legendary M/SP dive bar The CC Club, and just after clinking our glasses hopefully, I looked up and caught “Clinton Calls Trump To Concede…” silently scrolling across CNN. ¬†At that exact moment, Heresy by NIN randomly came on the overhead.¬† During the first chorus, a drunk blonde climbed on top of a table and began screaming about our reproductive rights, and all across the bar, heads shook in disbelief. ¬†Was this our future? ¬†Had THIS happened? ¬†We were all terrified.

By the final chorus of Heresy, I knew what I had to do. ¬†I began silently humming the ONLY song I’d ever heard that could convey our mood at that moment, then messaged several of my former TC Electropunk compatriots and a few ex-band mates. ¬†In less than a week, we assembled en masse to cover the Bowie/NIN collab¬†I’m Afraid of Americans.¬† By week two, we’d organized a video; on week three, we shot and began editing, then recruited a handful remixers from different countries (Britain, France, Africa, Russia, etc.). ¬†Now, one month out… ¬†Gentlemen and Ladies, meet A*O*A:

Cover Art by Robertson, Whitlatch & Calder

Listen FREE (and if you dig it- own it FOREVER, with a portion of profits benefiting #NODAPL) here: a-o-a.bandcamp.com

Last, am pleased to announce that I just wrapped an on-air with Joe Kelley at¬†WVOF, and while it was music-focused, we most certainly discussed the book and its’ forthcoming release. ¬†Will post the archive here soon, and hope you approve.

With Holiday Cheer,


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Dearly Beloved,
First things first: apologies for the radio silence.

Next, the truth. ¬†Two weeks ago Thursday, I put a pot of coffee on,¬†fired up my laptop and began typing here when my husband (Simon) gave me a terrible reason to pause. ¬†He relayed something shocking he’d read online; I- not quite believing it- messaged a few¬†people, then paced our apartment nervously.¬† As we anxiously monitored the Internet for developments, a confirmation text arrived: someone dear to many of us had died.

I must digress… ¬†O.U.A.T. (Once Upon A Time), in a galaxy far, far away, I did time as a music personality (Lolly Pop), the star gate into which was a tiny video stint with Prince.

Story condensed: During¬†the mid-1980’s, I knighted him my fictitious big brother; arriving in Minneapolis in¬†’94, I was lucky enough to be cast in Get Wild, which- when paired with hard work- would change my life. ¬†There’s¬†more of course, but¬†I probably won’t be qualified to pen that book for another decade. ¬†Something deep will surface at some point, but I’m just not ready to swim through that sea yet.

Now, speaking of points: all that followed led me here, to this precise moment with you. ¬†So… ¬†THANK YOU. ¬†Thank you for tuning in. ¬†Thank you for caring. ¬†And as several of you transitioned here from my life in music, THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOYALTY.


Last‚Ķ ¬†My friend Brian Gallagher (Prince‘s saxophonist circa NPG; also one of the founding members of Greazy Meal) likewise very suddenly¬†passed away in March. ¬†You can read a bit about his life here: ¬†www.startribune.com/brian-gallagher-of-greazy-m…. ¬†While Brian was an infinitely talented musician and songwriter, he was also an amazing Dad to three beautiful, smart as well as loving children (Ava, Cesar and¬†Magdalena), whom he would have given ANYTHING for. ¬†He loved to paint, cook, landscape and laugh. ¬†Brian is survived not only by his music, but by his¬†parents, sister (Kristin), children, his partner (Gina), by his nieces, nephews, friends and co-workers.

Given the unexpected ascension¬†of these two bright souls, I’ve needed time to reflect. ¬†It’s been a surreal month to say the least. ¬†It is my hope that you’ll forgive delays pertaining to¬†In Praise of Men, and know that things will be back on track shortly.

Brian-Gallagher-378x300Brian and Prince, circa ’95/’96 (?)