folks! i made a mistake. actually, i printed the posters right – august 13th, but then for some reason i thought, no, it’s not a weds, it must be the 12th, cuz we usually have played weds. so i used a marker and changed the date to the 12th on all the posters. alas. it is the 13th! fortunate too, because thursday night is a WAY better night to play for you, our dear audience.

the big stage of yugong yishan allows us to bring all our ge menr (dear performing brothers) to the stage. is good! is good! that mean that marie claude on accordian, and federico moro doing his thing to the moon song plus more…

the show starts at 930pm. there are tables and chairs in the audience pit for your ease and comfort to chill and enjoy  the show. it’s perfect.

see you there!  love and light ***   jess**

written by jess meider (2005)

i’m dashing swiftly alone in the dark on this cold night
the wind picks up garbage and strings it like puppets as it dances and floats
oh my heart aches for this beautiful reprieve
some times the silence sings a lovely reverie

the moon far in front of me bright bottomed and naked so vulnerable
the sky is so navy the stars bright and crazy like i never noticed before
oh my heart exhales grateful for this view
how i long to share this with you

written by jess meider (may 2009)

when the moon rises up
i get a feeling, i get a feeling
so waxy fat and round
ah i get this feeling, you know this feeling?

there’s a breeze so gently sincere
i get a feeling that summer’s near
i am weightless in this night
a simple feeling, buoyant so light

the sky’s criss crossed by the moon’s rafters
stars congregate in delicate splatters
blue beams dangle like sequins and spangles
i get a feeling

when the moon rises high
i get a feeling you might pass by
doesn’t matter if you don’t or do
i’m so delighted by this noctornal blue

strands of wind caress me tenderly
like ribbons tickling my heart’s big belly
joy bubbles like a deep well within me
i get a feeling

when the moon rises high
i get a feeling, i get a feeling…

written by jess meider

you are, a deep and flowing river
you flow over my metal, into my loving arms
peace fully over the widening earth
you flow into my bindhi into my open heart

oh….

you are, a soft and glowing ember
you glow like a low sunset, lighting my deepest dark
peace fully over the orbiting earth
your glow enters my body, inspires this love to spark

the fire

written by jess meider

how about the movie? how about this friday?
how about you and me i share a coke?
then we’ll walk to my front door and you can put your hand on mine
and maybe our tongues will touch
but don’t have high expectations, i have my limitations
but as far as i can see….you were meant to love me
and i was meant to be free

let’s go out for dinner, a giggle and some good wine
baby take me on your next business trip
i’m all about the scenery…it never hurts to spoil on me
so take heed to these helpful tips
but if you long for something more, don’t kill yourself always waiting for
a happy ever after with me
you were meant to love me, and i was meant to be free.

kia ora, land of the long white cloud.

where i will be spending my below the hemisphere summer. i am grateful that my dear friend introduced me to such an earthy country. i consider it a home.  i’ll be playing house and garden parties and  a few venues while i’m traveling around the north island. cities include auckland, wellie, whangarei, mt maunganui, hamilton, womad and anywhere else i am invited.

if you have a garden or a house and alot of friends that could use a bit of my light, song, story-telling, i will gladly come to entertain. you need only to email me:  jessmeider@gmail.com

i’ve heard alot of this before, but it’s a nice explicit way of showing an interesting perspective on the myth that is religion and the myth of a government. it’s amazing how our self beliefs create our reality…everytime i visit home, i find my friends and family in a fearful mind.

it’s a very provocative documentary. check it out.

now is the time (from jazz album, dao)
written by jess meider

blow the breath of god flushing thru the end of summertime
slowly the earth cools, she woos the fiery heart inside us all thru nature’s call
now is the time to know
that everything you do is sacred
now is the time to let your heart release

throw away the angst, embrace the cool fluidity of autumn time
watch the moon grow round, profoundly bright on harvest nights
now is the time to know
it’s in you to let go
now is the time to settle in to peace

delight in arms wide in the comfort of this season
candlelight will dance with your eyes, leaves will pirouette in the breezes
now is the time to know
now is the time to flow
now is the time to settle in to peace

amber
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10 mins

golden honey sappy yellow translucent like a remarkable glass, nature’s plastic, softer than minerals but harder than pine cones, like sap from a tree that’s been poured into the creek and frozen in a mold sometimes like a glop or like a crystal.  smooth, light as styrofoam, seemingly unnatural but the epitome of nature, mother nature’s bright yellow gem, like the color of a flat homemade beer, with hardened flecks of a world caught in its sticky binds thousands of years ago, pine needles or sand, sometimes even a suffocated bug, caught in a still picture, that hangs around a loved one’s neck on a snaking silver chain.  baltic amber set back into silver rings and strangely shaped pendants, following the natural curves of the piece found along the norther shores of poland.  brewed and handpicked to provide a colorful energy that shines and sparkles, illuminating its aura in your eyes.  a girl with curly kinky brown short hair, slathered in freckles, bright orange and brown stunning tulip eyes, displayed by teacher at the front of the 4th grade classroom, announced as amber, with her brother eddie who later pinches and tugs on my hair at recess, and surprisingly jumps rope with all the girls in 80’s dresses.

magic 8 ball
10 mins

the round black patent plastic globe sits like an omen on our kitchen table. stimulates the child in me, so eager to ask it questions about magic and crushes. all the answers within me are stored inside this little spirit guider. a little split around the middle like some sort of pork belly, smooth plastic, fingertips slide over it like some corny crystal ball gone modern. 8, infinite line racing around in eternal motion black as dark on painted white spot centered at the top. mysterious triangular flipping words weightlessly dancing in slow motion, slave to the gravity that flips in a food colored blue, deep dark blue, the answers slowly coming forward to press itself against the plasti-glass answer window, revealing your deep dark truth. signs point to yes, ask again later, yes, no. the answer triggers the truth within. whatever i want to be true is the reality i am painting. come guides, lead me thru this simple existence of sensations. there are hours passing minutes laughing seconds gasping….this linear time deal is alright, making me strive for the life that i desire.