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Mana Recommends: BOOKS

Wednesday, May 12th, 2010

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I recently finished reading one of the most inspiring, relevant, significant books I can remember reading in a very long time. As soon as you’re finished reading this blog post, click on the cover image for an Amazon link to order your own copy. Shameless plug, yes, but this book is that worth it.

In If You Have To Cry, Go Outside NYC public relations powerhouse Kelly Cutrone shares her story of a life that started with a childhood in Syracuse, New York and involved various bumps and adventures on the way to where she is today; that is to say, running fashion PR house People’s Revolution from Manhattan with locations all around the globe.

In all honesty I’d never heard of Kelly Cutrone before I picked up her book. She starred in a reality show called Kell on Earth which apparently showcased life on the inside of her company, but to the best of my knowledge it hasn’t yet aired in Canada. Anyway I was browsing at my local Chapters store and picked up the book because of its grab-you-by-the-balls title. I flipped through a few pages and came to the start of chapter eight:

My friends and I joke that I look like a homewrecker–the person who’s going to fuck your husband and eat your cat. Au contraire: I am a woman’s woman.

That’s all it took for me to spin on my heel and head for the checkout line.

A few days later, after slogging through a rather tedious and condescending book on personal finance I picked up Kelly’s book. By the end of the introduction I was riveted, and would end up cracking open a bottle of wine and reading the entire thing in a single evening. From the first chapter this book is shaped by her ballsy, straightforward I-take-shit-from-no-one attitude, and it was thoroughly refreshing.

Kelly Cutrone tells of leaving home at 21 to move to New York City, against the wishes of her parents who were intimidated by the city and all the chaos and moral failures contained within its limits. But move she did, based on nothing more than an inexplicable yearning to be there. She writes of her first visit to NYC at the tender age of 16:

I will never forget how, in that first visit, the energy of New York captivated my every sense. It was like I had stepped out of a boring silent film and into the greatest musical of all time, with the Radio City Rockettes kicking to the tune of Frank Sinatra’s ‘New York, New York,’ while seven thousand angels cried: ‘Kelly! You are home!’ I was hearing the sound of my inner voice, and it was not subtle. On midtown’s crowded streets, I felt electric, vibrant, and alive. I’d never seen a place where people from all over the world spoke different languages, where gay people walked down the street holding hands, and where acceptance was king. I sensed a purpose and vitality in people’s lives, not only because of how they looked and dressed, but by the way they walked and where they were going and how they were getting there. They were doing real things; they weren’t just circling the town in their station wagons, slowly growing old. Here the game was on, and if anyone didn’t like it they could just fuck off. I loved that.”

Having grown up in an insignificant mid-sized city with not a whole lot going on, I can completely relate. I’ve had moments like that in both Los Angeles and London, and it was refreshing to read another person’s account of having one of those “Yes! This is where I belong!” moments. The book winds its way through Kelly’s experiences in her twenties, dealing with a failed marriage and drug issues before her 30th birthday. But even as she relays the moments where things seemed to go horribly awry, she paints a picture of herself as a woman with an unwavering, deep-seated tenacity – and acceptance. When things weren’t working, she changed them. So what? You live life, you make choices, and if they don’t work you make new ones. Onward and upward.

I think all women need a voice like this in their lives. Whether you’re 19 or 49, we can all benefit from someone with a kick-ass attitude who tells you to quit snivelling, get yourself together and make your life work for you. That you don’t have to be a slave to whatever ideal anyone else in your life thinks you should aspire to, or what society tells you that you should be. That you can make your own rules and draw your own maps, figuring out what works for you and throwing back the rest. And Kelly’s book is 195 pages of that.

While reading it I whipped out my trusty pink highlighter and noted so many interesting passages that a significant portion of the text is now pink. This book is now my how-to manual for life.

In closing I’ll leave you with some of my favourite highlighted bits. Then just go buy the book, ‘kay?

“…This is when I learned you have to give up your life as you know it to get a new one; that sometimes you need to let go of everything you’re clinging to and start over, whether because you’ve outgrown it or because it’s not working anymore or because it was wrong for you in the first place.”

“If this book inspires you to do one thing, I hope it’s to…go balls out on intuition and follow your dreams. Dreams won’t always take you on a straight path to destiny, but they’re usually related to what your soul wants for you. They’ll force you to ask yourself the hard questions, they’ll kick your ass, and most importantly, they’ll turn you on.”

“If you don’t know exactly what fits into your life and what doesn’t, the best way to figure it out is to follow your inner voice away from what feels wrong and toward what feels right, whether that means moving to New York City on a whim at twenty-one, quitting your accounting job at thirty-five to be an actress, or ditching your job in fashion to swim with dolphins in Hawaii. These experiences won’t always take you on an express train to your true purpose and calling in life, but they’ll teach you lessons you’re supposed to learn.”

Mana Recommends: MUSIC

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

I found this band browsing on iTunes. Their music sounds vaguely familiar, even though I don’t think I’ve heard them on local radio.

They’re called Carbon Leaf, a five-guy band out of Virgina, USA who have been together since 1992. They’re described as “Celtic-bluegrass rock,” and despite being an amalgamation of three distinct genres they somehow make it work. It’s melodic, catchy, and reminds me of other nineties bands I loved (Sister Hazel comes to mind).

Tidbit: the first video below features a pre-fame Katy Perry. Small world.

Learn to Fly

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Life Less Ordinary

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Gigs, queues and chairs

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

I randomly received an invitation recently to check out a concert. A friend of mine had tickets to see Matthew Good, and had a spare. I’m not a massive fan, but I knew a few of his songs and so I agreed to check it out.

The venue in question was a concert hall, the home of our local orchestra, with elegant surroundings. And sadly – chairs. About six minutes into the show, it dawned on me what was wrong; the seated audience was, in fact, comatose.

I came to the realization that chairs just don’t work for a popular music gig (and by “popular music” I mean pop, rock, country, alternative, R&B – anything “popular” with a pumping rhythm, an infectious melody, and a charismatic performer). It just seems bizarre to me to sit down at a show like this, hands demurely folded in one’s lap, perhaps taping a toe in time with the beat.

On more than one occasion during this show I felt like I was at home watching a YouTube video. I don’t want to pay for a ticket, go to a show, and feel like I’m at home in front of my computer, watching videos in my pajamas while eating a bowl of oatmeal. I want to be on my feet, feeling the music, feeling the energy of the crowd, essentially immersing myself in what I’m hearing. And this isn’t a dig at the performer – Matthew Good performed well, kudos to him. But the venue configuration can make or break the vibe, and in this particular case, the vibe was broken.

I was talking to a pop musican recently who compared a seated show at an ornate, historic concert hall to a general admission (GA) gig in slightly gritty basement club. He insisted the basement club was the best gig of that entire tour, saying that “seated gigs are just too… seated!” He was saying that the presence of seats encourages patrons to USE those seats, rather than getting on their feet and getting into the music. And after seeing that Matthew Good show, I’d have to say I fully agree with him.

Sure, it’s nice to walk up to a venue 15 minutes before the show starts, knowing in advance where your seat is. You don’t have to worry about arriving early to get an ideal spot, or that some drunk will shove you around for the whole show, stepping on your toes and trying to get in front of you. But in my opinion, the standing experience is SO worth the hassle. Because when the performer comes on stage, people already on their feet are more likely to participate rather than spectate; they sing, they dance, they absorb the energy from those around them. And the performers on stage then feed from that energy, and it becomes a circle of energy feeding through everyone in the crowd to those around them, up onto the stage, and back down into the audience. That’s how I like my gigs; energetic, raw, and far more engaging than a YouTube video.

I’ll save sitting quietly in a chair for the opera.


Mana Recommends: MUSIC

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

I wasn’t going to jump on this bandwagon. But the more I resisted, the more obvious it became that I was resisting for all the wrong reasons.

A while back dear celebrity blogger Perez Hilton started a slightly bizarre trend on Twitter where he got a bunch of his celeb friends to cryptically tweet “who’s sliimy?”

Eventually, word got out. Who’s Sliimy? Well boys and girls, he’s a scrawny, slightly eclectic singer from the town of Saint-Etienne, France.

Sliimy (pronounced “slee-me”) is a big-haired, slightly awkward 20-something who is into making English language pop songs. Songs that are admittedly a thousand times weirder than those by Mika, to whom he’s often compared.

I hate to admit it, but Sliimy does look like the result of some sort of weird Star Trek transporter incident involving Mika and Prince. But his sound is his own, breathy and amusingly populated by his tendency to pronounce English “th” sounds as “s” sounds. “It’s your birsday!” he sings in his first single, Wake Up. But rather than annoying, it comes across as bizarrely endearing.

He doesn’t have Mika’s incredible, classically-trained vocal prowess or even Prince’s lyrical mastery. But he’s got his place: give him a listen.

Be forewarned; you’re going to feel as though you’ve slipped into some demented children’s program where the writers are apt to spend their time indulging in hallucinogenic subtances.

And you just might like it.

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Mana Recommends: MUSIC

Sunday, September 6th, 2009

Music is such an integral component of our  lives. Ever thought about it? Think about your favourite songs, and the feeling(s) you get when you hear those songs play.

(To read more about the effect of music on us physiologically, click here).

Think of some treasured memories. Is there a soundtrack to those memories? I know that for me, there most certainly is.

“Aint’ it funny how a melody
Can bring back a memory
Take you to another place and time
Completely change your state of mind.”

-Clint Black, State of Mind

I keep running playlists of music for any given season, adding new songs to these playlists as I find them. Then, as the seasons pass, I find that going back to these playlists transports me back in time to when the playlist was crafted – much in the same way as happens with scent. When a memory is triggered by, say, an old bottle of perfume.

And it’s funny. Often the genre of music, the lyrical content, and the overall themes have nothing to do with life at any given point; and yet, somehow these songs manage to grab onto my inner calender and glue themselves into place. Often these songs don’t even hit my radar when they’re newly-released. It doesn’t matter; it just works.

So, here are a few of my choice songs from choice moments over the last few years. Maybe you’ll find something to add to your playlist?

October 2003
The Coral – Dreaming of You

April 2005
Barlow – Married by Elvis

March 2008
Rufus Wainwright – Hallelujah

June 2009
Gigi D’Agostino – L’Amour Toujours

August 2009
MIKA – We Are Golden