Kieran Christopherson- the magical music man

This is a dear friend of mine Kieran Christopherson. Not only is he a talented musician he is a great person and passionate about life.

He  has a articulate and beautifully honest touch to saying what he sees and feels. His lyrics leave him nothing to hide behind and make you realize there is someone that feels how you feel and has the courage to stand and face the situation.

This is my chill out music. My go-to settling and road-tripping tracks. When I need to feel like the world is going to be ok I listen to Kiz.

His shows are always full of smiling people so you are sure to be in good company if you are lucky enough to catch him live. He plays simple yet poetic folk/ rock. The intimacy you will feel watching him perform is organic, he is a gracious and loving man and a whole hearted member of his community and the world.

Kieran is the real deal; working as a youth facilitator, helping other young people find their own voice Kieran found his. Now he writes and performs music with his friends- for the love of it and each other.

He has just put out some new songs and you can check him out at the following links:

myspace.com/kieranchristopherson

Facebook Page

soundcloud- listen and download

Youtube

My current favorite songs are Into the night and Lullaby for the ones that matter...

Photo given with permission by another talanted friend; Michael Norton @ Michael Norton Photography

If you can't have the ocean you should have car racing

Tonight I am in small town Iowa, America, visiting my brother and watching dirt track car racing. The track resembles the organized chaos of an African market; with people and cars crossing paths and flying in every direction.

It's lit by a handful of light towers and I wonder if it is strange to race around the track without headlights. I think it must be like little boats bobbing their way to their destination when a lighthouse is their only light source.

Growing up by the ocean its rhythm was integral to my own and these days I feel disorientated in myself when I have been away from it for a while. Despite being hours from the ocean, sitting in the stands tonight I feel closer to it than I have in months. Mostly it's the weering roar of the cars as they lap the track kicking up the dust. The sensation of their rumble  running in and through my body is undeniable and joyful. Being out in the elements, even though the focus is on something far from natural, I  feel connected to the the world around me, with the canopy of the open sky and the dust and burning red sun set.

I stepped out of the stands and down to the fence line- as close as I could get to the action. It takes me back to the ruggered Victorian coastline. Standing out on a rock that boldly juts out into Bass Straight, with my palms to the sky as though I am flying, the waves crash all around me drenching me with their spray. As they envelop me I am minuscule and insignificant and it takes all my settling in myself to not be tossed around and swept away by their rhythm and power.

At the track I instruct myself not to think about what this is doing to the environment, my to-do list and being cold. As a result I surprisingly find peace in watching cars race around a dirt track and learning about this new world, with its own unique culture that I have stumbled into. It's beautiful.