Dear San Francisco, {a love letter}

Posted on September 20, 2024 by Miss Conceptionaly

OoMy heart center, my muse. How is it that we have only been apart for a few weeks, and it feels like an eternity. You will forever always be in my mind, body and soul.

What I have learned from you! And perhaps I taught you a thing or two as well along the way. You reminded me of the importance of play and caucaphonous delight. You brought me into the frabric of a history so rich, money was never an object (except for maybe housing rent). You surrounded me with security, empowered me with confidence, and kept me protected from harm. Your serendipiteous bubble gave me the freedom to explore no uncharted territory, from your many beaches, to the Red Woods safe in the South Bay Santa Cruz Mountains, from the Castro, to the East Bay Richmond, to the Inner Richmond in San Francisco (twice!), to the nostalgic and historic grounds of the lucious Presideo, I was all over you. And you were there for it. You met me with 100% and fanned my flame. You told me “bring it on” and to “turn it up.”

My main lover. My muse. How could I leave you this way? It’s been a long road, and while half my heart may be in San Francisco forever, I had to haul ass back to the mid west on a different mission. I confess, I miss you more than expected. You will forever be my favorite lover. My soulmate. My friend. Despite the time it takes to meet again.

You were so kind to me, despite the hardships. My angels watched over me and saved me from total destruction. You inspired me in so many ways. Every event. Every art walk and concert. Every. Single. Fruit stand. Was absolutely. Next level. Mind blowing. You took it to the next level on the reg. Popping off was your MO. You set the tone for the rest of the country to follow suit 5-10 years behind your classy ass. How did I get so lucky to dedicate ten years of my life to basking in your beauty, soaking up your beached and sun rays… sleeping in on all the rainy dayz. The natural air conditioning at 55 degrees and balmy every damn day, and even your mist is to be missed.

Oh how I do miss your magic. Showing up to sold out shows and being ushered in because I looked important and was likely on the guest list or performing. “Here, you need a backstage wrist band”. Invited to after parties on rooftops I thought existed only in dreams. That bronze gate, your golden park, outside the lands with its bison and lakes stowed away, full of discovery and charm and museums outta this world. Ripe with mitochondrial historical networks embedded in the eco chamber that is also the loveable Haight Ashbery. The mission was always clear: to say yes to the sunset. Crossing a bridge meant I love you at $12 a pop and an hour of my time, it was worth it to laugh over a bottle of local alcohol free moonshine. Honey mommas united and free at lakes of merit superfluously. The stars ploughed right through my heart every night was a Friday of merit on the lake… and every morning a Monday, but still, the exhaustion was with the thrill. Still I can feel you around me, my aura now, like a field of ghosts of lovers past in my psyche, bound in love.

Until we meet again old friend, I will have you in my heart and mind forever in time. Yes, while I may court Kansas City for a few years, flirting with New York or LA, like long lost star crossed lovers who never given a chance. Timing is everything. I will always cherish the ten years we had and keep those memories/lessons sacred, holy, and dear.

I’m only a phone call or a train ride away. Don’t be a stranger, California! Call me. Come visit Kansas. You’re welcome – Anytime –

Truly tours,
Miss California Vine

Evolution, Poetry, Sacred Space

A Love Letter

Posted on November 9, 2017June 12, 2019 by Miss Conceptionaly

Dear New York,

How I’ve missed you. I know it’s been a while since I’ve seen your face and I am truly sorry. You have not been forgotten. There are just other places I need to be right now. I hate to keep you waiting, but we must trust it is in good faith.

Oh, I miss your skin. Your touch. I miss the way you smell, even before a shower. I miss your intoxicating allure in the evenings; the grunge and the dirt along with the beautiful city lights at night. You’ve always been a true romantic and for that I see potential. Most of all, I miss the way you hold my hand when I am afraid. Even on cold nights in dark alleys, you’re warm.

But I am never afraid of you. No, you are my inspiration. My muse. And I think of you often, wondering when will we meet again? Perhaps some day on a long awaited vacation? For dinner and a movie? Or maybe a more permanent fixture in the long term we could be together for real.

For now, California may have my soul, but you will always have my heart.

Take care. Stay strong. Eat your veggies and drink some tea or whisky for me and may it fill you with warmth and grace to know that even though we are far apart, we will always be together in spirit.

With love,
Sara

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Saraswati Album Release 3/15

Posted on February 7, 2014February 7, 2014 by Miss Conceptionaly

Guess what BLOGGERS? Since YOU are interested in me, I am interested in releasing my album to you FIRST! It is now available on Bandcamp (though not announced publicly) for you to download, FOR FREE, to soak in, and even give me some feedback if you’d like! ENJOY!

http://missconception.bandcamp.com/album/saraswati

Listen to it, and if you love it and think it’s worth something, SEND IT TO SOMEONE ELSE. Maybe you even think it’s worth something, and donate a few dollars. Every share and every dollar count. This is a movement. Creating understanding and asking questions. And it starts with music.

When was the last time you listened to an album all the way through from start to finish? Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon? (three times in a row with the wizard of oz?) Was it the Grey Album by Dr Dre? Or maybe…..

I’ve always been so fascinated by conceptual works of art, pun intended. Concepts and missed concepts and misconceptions abound, and sometimes things so serendipitously come together, you’re not even sure it really happened at first. It’s happening to you. And turning you on in a way you never felt possible.

And that’s what I want this new album release to do for the listener. To start them on a journey of thinking, and spin them out into infinity and back again feeling stronger and more beautiful every second. Planting, seeding, sewing, dreaming up new schemes.

So imagine that, you know nothing. You sit down, and you have no idea where it’s about to take you. All you know, is that it starts with this Goddess, Saraswati. Who is the Hundi entity of knowledge, sound, creativity and song. And you push play.

The first track, Saraswati, explains this divine image’s work within the Hindu construct, and is a continuous channel for this divine energy to come through and shine. It is, whatever you make it to be. We should all embrace our inner diva goddess and celebrate our divinity. Saraswati gives us permission to be wildly creative, and enjoyably odd in our own skin. Embrace it. Ole!

The 2nd Track, along with the 3 other Charlie/Chuckey/Charles Bradley interludes mixed by Purusa, represent the reverse-commercial interludes of the album. Creating space for one to not be overridden by messages, but to process that which has been put forth. Today’s Bradley mix is being brought to you by the letter Q, as in Quinly. Pay attention. They fly by pretty quickly these days, those moments of clarity.

Bringing us to Track 3, All on Black – A dustup cover of Alkaline Trio’s song done to an Evil Bastards glitch hop track. We’ve been in a dark dark place. Not everything is pretty. Moderation is key. And sometimes, the Pheonix must die to be risen again brand new from the ashes…. like the shedding of our skin …. we are all brand new every day, and we have all killed off parts of ourselves that no longer served our highest good.

Track 4 – Fast Forward Rewind – an sharp Ode to generation overdose. Matters not to be taken lightly…. but sung about with great conviction, and destitute. This song began as a tribute to a young man who didn’t know how much he had to offer, like so many of us troubleshoot daily. You are special. What you do matters. This song in the album is where we admit to what has not been working in the past, and commit to not ignoring it in the future. Dealing with your shit, from way back in the day if you need to, so you can move forward with a clean consciousness and resolute attitude.

Scary Tale is a transcendental reminder of the darker sides of even brighter lights…. beginning with our childhood and moving into our sexuality, this combined spoken word piece gives us permission to be empowered. To be open. To be FREE. No matter your age or shoe size. Or chest size. This song is a cultural examination of the path that led us so far down this rabbit hole in the first place…. from advertising cartoons to childhood ruins, as we grow up and out, we grow to understand that our environment plays such a huge part in how we are sharped today, individually and collectively.

Left Turn – the AH HA moment of the compilation. Our Day of Atonement has arrived. Every day can be a day of atonement, with its own attitude and charm. This particular track is a freestyle piece that is often sung differently every time. It’s general theme is about owning your power and freedom, and not being afraid to proclaim “this is what I’m here to do!” So mote it be.

ReVerb turns us onto the beauty of wordplay poetica, a sample remixed from a Charles Bradley tune. If I was a reverb, I’d spin in absurd days, and play disturbed games, mostly on thursdays…. This song serves as an attempt to reintroduce myself, as not only the misconception you thought you knew, . I am not limited to one specific thing. I am you. I am consciousness. You are Sara Glass. We can channel Saraswati, should we choose to. We can do WHATEVER we want to! (Always with love)

Holy Days – So what does it mean to have a holy day, and honor it? Full moon gatherings and solstices are coming on strong. Mercury Retrograde getting along. Taking us to the Insomniac Olympics, our focal point and climax of the album. Here, is where we stop, and really observe, just what is going on. God is a Verb, that’s just what I heard. And we all have a story to tell…

Devil’s Soul moves into just what embarking on such sacraments can lead to…. lust and love and all of the above. And somewhere down the rabbit hole, let it Beatles take you back over the rainbow to an ending of unique proportions. One of the first things I wrote as a young writer in college, was my Eulogy. I’d like to dedicate this album, to the man who will read it someday.

NamastE. And THANK YOU for listening. Now please, GO, share it with someone else! Keep the message alive…

“I believe in true love, in free love and equality for everyone inside that love. I believe. In the power. Of Love”

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The time has come…. to eat your heart out [loud]

Posted on January 5, 2014January 6, 2014 by Miss Conceptionaly

Our whole lives, I feel as though we’ve been waiting. Waiting for something to happen. This sense of…. urgency or pending doom. Waiting for the next big natural disaster; or for the next fatal diagnosis. Waiting for the next Michael Jackson, or JFK to appear on the scene and then disappear just as suddenly. Waiting for future weapons of mass destruction to be released, or for marjuana to be legalized. Or the unexpected suicidial tendencies people find themselves in. Whichever side of the world you’re on, you’re waiting for something un certain, and any minute your paradigm could shift.

So what is that ONE thing that YOU are waiting for? Once identified, then we must ask ourselves “are we fighting for it”. While I hate to use the word fighting, we will substitute “working”. What are you WORKING towards, so that the world can be a better place for the future generations? Some pick a small cause, and help non profits of choice raise tax-exempt funds for specific organizations. Some people rally politically, writing letters to senators or marching on steps. Some people settle apathetically for complacency, assuming the world will never change, and we should just enjoy the state it’s in while we can. But I refuse to sit by complacently.

Me, I’ve always been an optimist. I’ve always had high hopes for my life – our life. This life. Life is a gift, and every moment of joy is not to be taken for granted. If you were given the opportunity to make someone’s day better, would you take it? If you knew that SOMEHOW, by making others feel better, you TOO would feel better, as a person. Spreading hope for humanity. If every person on this earth’s mission was to turn to their neighbor, and make them smile, or offer them a hand when they need it ….. I can only imagine what this world would look like.

And I do imagine. Every day. Wondering “WHAT IS IT THAT WE ARE WAITING FOR?”. Why can’t we have it NOW? Why CAN’T the government put an end to war and violence? Why can’t corporations decide to FEED people rather than take from their customers and deplete resources. Why CAN’T there be a DEMAND for high quality food and water that makes us healthier and holier rather than sick. There is a line to be drawn, a line stating what the people will allow, and what standards we will simply refuse to live with.

Most days I wonder, what is it we are waiting for? And I have to remind myself…. we are WAITING for OURSELVES to step up and stand up for the causes we believe in. To be the people we KNOW we are capable of being. To continue this forward profession as a group of humans; whatever your community. To start a movement that will transcend time and space and common sense. To declare love and freedom and free food and free healthcare is for all free men on earth. To demand a sense of unity and RESPECT for all living creatures, that works both ways.

And I will not sit by quietly until we are ALL on the same page. You don’t have to like everyone you know, or every decision. But we do have to realize at some point that we are all human, and we are all stuck on this planet, so we better start with some respect.

I propose a campaign, one of a simple regime: Random acts of kindness. Let your life surround around that. And eat your heart out. What’s next?

Love all ways,
MissConnection