For Alice

today is for my paternal grandmother alice who lived to the beautiful age of 90 years old.

she past away earlier this year, and my father is visiting from south carolina to celebrate her birthday week (she would have turned 91 this coming monday jul 10).

life may get tough at times for us all. she definitely saw her fair share through adoption as a child, learning to survive the great depression, life as a woman battling sexism, and losing her husband at 45 (least of all raising children on her own).

yes i know tough women. i was raised by a beautiful family full.

a raven haired beauty in her day, alice loved betty boop, crossword puzzles, and any silly game you could pull up on the computer as her awkward nerdy grandson named elijah. she’d talk your ear off and give you advice on everything and anything (even if it was cold hard advice you didn’t want, she always meant it in a good way, but it failed to come across sometimes).

truth is, she was so determined and stubborn in her ways that she would have outlasted us all if her mortal body would have permitted. nobody could stop her or change her mind. time and again she had to reinvent herself to survive. she knew the world was hers to explore.

while we didn’t always see eye to eye, i always admired that about her. strong minded women have a will like no other and an innovative ability to thrive. i come from a family full.

never lose your will to adapt and continue on. always find your humor and joy to smile through any storm. in the darkest of times continue to shine your light. it comes from the source, and the source is your own.

keep your head up, peeps. maintain inner peace. and have a beautiful rest of your week.

rest in peace

alvera “alice” heiss
jul 10, 1926 – mar 6, 2017


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Dr. Krunkstable & his magical medicine show

This is a song by Dr. Krunkstable. If you do not know him yet, find his music, because you’re missing out!

I’ve lived in Muskegon all my life – born and raised. It’s a small town with not a lot to do, not a lot to get into (if you lack imagination). Most my life I’ve spent buried in a computer to compensate for this fact.

Two years ago I met someone who led me to his music, and because he loves music so much (probably more than his own being) his music led me to a ton of other music made right here in my own backyard, Muskegon.

Music is good when it makes you feel something inside. But music is great when it makes you MOVE SOMETHING OUTSIDE.

I’ve never really danced, and I know what that means about me as a person. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do in life, but I’ll get there in due time.

In the mean time, I’ll be bumping this guys music and all the other great musicians I now know thanks to him. He’s a great guy. You’d be lucky to know him (and anyone close to him).

Here is where you can find his music:

And here’s more on what other great things he offers:

Reborn into Magick

Taste like summer rain & poetry

She was born into this life with a scream from her mother, the first glimpse of her life was being loved unconditionally by a woman who had just laid eyes on this precious gift. Cradled in her arms, she felt no harm should come to her. She was the embodiment of innocence, though her gifts ran through her veins. Like a life force …of blood and tears. She was the daughter of so many women taught not practice in their craft. Misunderstood and painted like a scarlet letter, she hid in fear of what people may presume.She lived her life in the expectations of others, yet she was drawn to the moon and the skies like a moth to flame. She could feel the energy of her surroundings, as she swayed in the night breeze. Yet she put these gifts aside, full well knowing that a piece of her would…

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David Bowie Is Dead // This Is What He Means To Me

Optimistic Underground

“Where the fuck did Monday go?”

David Bowie is actually dead. It feels strange to say this. More than any other artist on the planet, Bowie always seemed to move beyond mere mortals. To the world, he was larger than life. His work was timeless, always a step ahead and off to the side from everyone else. Even his most popular songs felt beamed in from another place, with a unique sensibility that could come from no one else. He is universally beloved by entire generations, despite remaining as weird as a man can be.

Infinitely more important to me, however, is the space he occupied in my life. David Bowie is the one and only artist to have been there all along. I mean this in the most literal sense.


He starred in one of the first films I can remember watching, Jim Henson’s dark fantasia Labyrinth. Despite…

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