The Living Room From The Artist's Eyes

Saturday, July 28th Show.
The Living Room was closer to the sun than any other all summer long. Because of them, the angels at the table on the right, who stood up to uphold their end of the agreement. It was Lizzie and John Marc and they had brought their friend, who's brother was killed in Iraq. We sang for him, for them, for us, for all of U.S and each other. Something good has begun. I gave him the yellow ribbon. He promised to tie it around his arm while running the Navy marathon and ask for peace. We hugged.
The german woman, held her spirit high above the room and kept me reaching for light until I became the world and the world became me. We healed eachother, everyone in the room that night.
The venue was focused and sound was a 10. Bonnie and Bill hosted us and they held the average up at 10, such generosity to share their New York home. Zeek made sure we were comfortable in Soho. The audience was a 9. We merged songs and story perfectly that night. I am in the Now and free from The Fear, because of the healing we had in the living room of the lower east side. - Yours in life and song, from the holy road. Lizzie and the dharma dog too X=h/m

My Birthday with Mama

AUDIENCE REVIEW:
LIZZIE WEST AT MAMA HILLY BEANS 7 21 07
It was for me, the long awaited answer to my plea: Let me once again hear artists sing and dance and play as though the stage of life included all of us, each and every one. Lizzie played the audience like a fiddle, our every gesture, nuance and interruption that would make others frown or skip a beat became her orchestra. I sang all the way home.

Thank you for a special evening,
As always I love you and yours
Holly

FROM THE ARTISTS EYES:
Hosts,10. Venue, 10, Baba's performance, 10. Crowd, 10. My performance, 10. Local Peace Party guest performers, 10.

The Peace Party benefit for Holy Road Tours was perfect and real and filled every part of our hungry souls. Mama was t*here, not just in theory, in spirit or in g*host, but in truth, through every shining eye and smile... AND through MAMA Hillybean, the great gypsy Mama of the california hills. She blows on the windmills and makes them move. She has created Mama Hillybean's Coffee and Community, a safe haven, a holy road hot spot. She and the man behind the shadow who brings the light, they are our new family, partners in Holy Road Tours. She is the creator of the d*blooms. Re*member the D*blooms?... how they flowered in our hearts and minds and allowed us to break free of The Fear.

The greatest moment, for me, was the one in this photograph, when the angels of Now, jumped the stage, grabbed the mics and demanded we sing to begin The Lov*olution. It was a scene out of the book, Ourstory, recreated in the dream and then again in this "reality". I am humble to the makings of magic and surrender to the Source, the unknown X. We have planted many seeds in Tehachapi and will be settling there soon to strengthen the roots. Baba kept the whole night rolling and snowballing into freedom. Thank you to the Re*memberers. X=h/m. Yours in life and song, traveling the holy road, Lizzie and the Dharma Dog too