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my first time...

... listening to punk rock was at church camp in Colorado while smoking cigs in the forest at an abandoned hippi commune that we found. My older friend was listening to her walkman and told me I had to hear this song...

the song was A Perfect Government by NOFX.. surprising and intriguing with a clear political message. It was like listening to a crass political cartoon on speed with more F bombs than you can count. I loved it.

I already had a wide palette for music genres stemming from my interest in every avenue of art history. My family is super musical in the classical tradition with symphony members, opera stars and thespians. My mom played Maria in The Sound of Music when pregnant with me for Gods sake. How do you solve a problem like Maria indeed. Ma kicked my ass out at 14 and sent me to Idaho where my gutter punk indoctrination began... 


Punk rock was like discovering a new world wonder... the 90s were packed full of shows, enough cigs to give anyone cancer, hangovers and shit I cannot remember! Favorite memories incude: NOFX, Guttermouth, No Use for a Name, Face to Face, Strung Out, Lagwagon, Vandals, Less Than Jake, Mike Ness, Pulley, Blink, Millencolin, Fugazi, F.Y.P., Atom and his package, Punk Rock Bowling, Descendents, Jello Biafra spoken word tour, A.F.I., Voodoo Glow Skulls, Swingin Utters, Le Tigre.

Foreshadowing to my vocation as a yoga teacher, When I was 16, I was out of the house and working in a coffee shop when I picked up a copy of the Bhagavad Gita that my colleague was giving away. First, I started my career as a board bum selling tickets at Snowbird and worked full time to snowboard every day. I still love to ride and eventually spent 20 years teaching yoga at their spa. Propagandhi and Strung Out are my goto mountain playlists.


How did the cat get so FAT?


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