C.Difficile

Rough draft Prologue Dead Reckoning Act 4

Maestro


Old (really old) song that I know andy is looking for. Has to be redone Andy (at least some parts)...but tonight I am putting this here for M and never will fall on unyielding ears. After false love, there comes the true love (old Brit folk song). "The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow..."

fools

Circa 1989 Pirate Radio ;)  Dear Leon Love Annie Oakley  Oh to sail the river when the ice breaks in that gorgeous boat you built and speak of cabbages and kings.

Leon

Lachlan Clement on bass....just a little puff of smoke circa 1988-89  

Strangehotel

I keep thinking it'll be the last time I'll be recording here, the last of the Make Believe Ballroom. Then I remember, we are spinning around here courtesy of the planet.
I see the earth spinning slowly covered in an icy filament, a filament of lace
a filament that carries messages between trees, between all living things, It dissembles,disassembles,reassembles. A woman in a ballroom gown. Dying stars and stars being born...and the band plays on. AH...I hear Stax/Sun/VOLT sweet ghost music coming in and out, through the trees here. So, load the juke box up and we can dance slowly together.

Supernovadisco

Jackkerouac2

Fabric softener sheets cheat the air
Mountain tops are bare in late December
a little ice age everywhere
here the days are everclear 
crisscrossed skies like the second coming
any second we're all behind the time 
I'm stuck here broke down in anytown
the trial lawyers bail bondsman diagnosed my cure
you can plead the 5th addict's despair
the prison of anyman's own making
Styrofoam cups stuck on cactus spines
dogs defending crimes hidden behind chain link fences
kids on skateboards hollow stares
outside the library in a mall of broken dreams the stores are bare 
the mountains burning there's no snow this year
a day of rain don't take seven days it's seven years of drought in the making 

(heads all buried in the sand 
I am just an anchor in the storm
bashed around
but still in a holding pattern
Mercury plays tricks on me
tonight we'll see Saturn's rings 
and a super moon on the horizon
A waterfall of shooting stars
I wished on them every one 
that the long dark nights would soon be gone for everyone
and that everyone could find their way to freedom )

The kingdom you are stubbornly defending
where you are your own worst enemy
it takes so much energy to set your course  to hoist the sails 
 to be once again ascending

to be only another force of nature
a tree bending 
a seed unfurling 
It takes a human heart so long in the mending
to become a burning meteor circling around the sun. 

1/13/18 For Ranger Barnes on his solar return, Poet of the Pasturelands
and for my dearest sisters, Ruth, Cinthia, April ,Lisa, Vicki, Carrie,Amber,EA, Vicky,.. Love Rules! ( think this is what became of Bird's Eye View…LOL!)! 
(Recorded mono on media circa 1967 ,plus 1971 guitar, 1955 red tambourine, 2009 Rock Star Mic USB , Sergei's snare at the end, assorted percussion…bell tree ,Vox: Alizarus , Yucca Mesa,Joshua Tree,California )

Mercury

WITNESS (Track 10 DEAD RECKONING)
Before they came you could drink out of any river.



The Red Selectric in the kitchen 
I always will remember  how I left it there.
The Pax Britannica in a flooded water tower
in the god forsaken desert 
I was just trying to rescue you
Got stuck in the mud
now watching fast food people 
who can't see me behind the glass
so where does that leave me
alone where I always seem to land
The prairie dog the white tailed squirrel pink salmon rivers running pure and free
I've been trying to rescue them to save me
Their life will go on without me just fine
Today it's like an all you can eat buffet
It's gotta end some time
It's now full circle cause I say to myself that it is
So now I'm just trying to rescue me
It started when they wheeled me down that tunnel tranquilized
& I realized it was the same tunnel as a child 
was told later I'd been color blind
that proved to me we make the world we see become
Cause I saw all the colors ,the colors I think I see 
becoming stars and galaxies 
Just trying to rescue dreams
I write letters to dead and dying people 
I admire they speak to me 
in an immortal language of wilderness and love 
I run a distillery for divine fools
only a few come by to visit me they never stay on the open road 
where love takes you. But I always keep the light on
a candle burning always hoping you'll come visit me
Hoping you'll send a love letter back to me 
(before it's late) 
I'm just trying to rescue me
I'm just trying to rescue you
I'm just trying to rescue them to save me
I'm just trying to rescue dreams (the hour is late) 
(background ….love,love ,love will save us)

Witness

Lullaby Of Railways for CJD Version 1 

You say we've never met
Who you foolin ?
We can't trust the internet
We try to light a little campfire,
Cause it's a cold thing
We've gotta stop censoring our heartbeats
Cause baby we go way back
But sleight of hand's not working
like it did when
We were surrealists in Paris cafes, smoking
surrealists laughing til we were choking
surrealists passing coded time bombs
surrealists going green with absinthe.

You forgot the words you said
even as you spoke em
You asked me to marry you 1/2 serious
Baby, were you 1/2 zen joking ?
But I'll be round to keep em safe
remind you to remind me all's not broken
As long as I am listening
you got my ear, not tin
surrealist in a seashell, on the half shell, at the beach side rock n rollin

I never surfed
but I'm learning how to read a poem
You can see a good wave
once you've hit the bottom
Underneath, the undertow
the underworld, the underpinning of it all
Then you see,  you clearly see the patterned truth unfolding
Then you can forgive and let go.


I could be Anais Nin and you my Henry Miller
but I noticed bohemians and gypsies are both trending
so we'll have to settle for our own down low , tailor-made bar (and happy ending)
and a rag tag surrealist army.
(But now that I've found you, I'll never let you go. 
Now, that I've found you , do you think I would ever
let you go? )

No, I won't hold back
I will let go of everything for you babe
to mend the fragile links
once so strong, for that I'll keep stringing you along, babe
It's the bond, the longing....
It's the bond....our long pair bond
the song of starlit rails and galaxies spinning.

And I will rock you on the midnight train
every midnight hour
my surrealist hobo of the starlit rails , poet

I will rock you on the midnight train to Georgia
I'll keep on rockin you on the midnight train to Baton Rouge
I'll keep on rocking you on the midnight train to Tupelo
I'll keep on rockin you in the bosom of Woody Guthrie's heartland
I'll keep on singing Hank Williams' song of the lonesome whip-or-will

Don't care about the towns, the flags
all I care about 's the soul...
AND BOY, do you have soul.

That's why I will rock you on the midnight train
my surrealist hobo of the starlit rails not ashamed to say, poet
....my sweetheart hobo of the starlit rails, I'm not ashamed to say, he's a poet.

and who knows how to spell whip-or-will HA HA





Cjdlull1.0

RULES ( Track 8 from Dead Reckoning) THE Lizarus In Wonderland Radio Show Podcast 12/9/18 
is a totally unrehearsed improvisation of a show live we do whenever the spirit moves us in front of a live audience of 2 cactus wrens ,2 desert cottontails ,2 mourning doves,& 2 crows in an Arizona Christmas tree by way of Taos.
Leaving 4 in the hand and 1 in the bush and #1 Individual person of interest we can't bring ourselves to mention. Thanks to Shelley Clayton for asking WHY are they rounding up all the wild horses? She is the collaborator today! 
A bluegrass ,old timey sort of day,clouds hanging grey and low. Eating hot butternut soup with anaheim chile peppers and praying with milagros
made of Serpentine
in cowgirl boots that don't fit over the broken ankle
and the steam engine's charms are waning to the strains 
of the NFL in Spanish who knows who's playing
or who's on first down on our knees
but that's not the same game
the 2 compete for the grace of Robert Clemente
playing by the rules 
he was born to break down
on that ball field
Things go better when you're braver
when you were carelessly hijacking the billboards on the burma shave 
highways always lonesome
ain't that the truth about the Western sky this movie where everyone dies
including the baseball hero.
RULES 12/9/18 New song in progress as part of all day podcast Lizarus in Wonderland Radio Show Created Live in B's beautiful space in the desert evening of the day getting to the truth.Has that church sound we love. Prepping for new album recording on decent gear once again. Needed the right place. This is lo fi though. Music for Stringbands and Androids.

If playing by the rules
had an ethical compass
I could buy off the internet
help me see in the dark
turn the headlights on and off and off and on 
to get to the truth
of what I will and will not do
I'd do it in a heartbeat.
(If Playing by the Rules
which you will or will not do
what you will or will not do
in getting to the truth
what you will or will not do 
in a heartbeat       matters. )

If not playing by the rules
made up by someone we never knew
made brainstorming all afternoon
in their room in the basement
is the way we get things done these days
in getting to the truth
what we will or will not do 
in a heartbeat matters 
(Chorus…)
YOU TUBE at birth of the song https://youtu.be/z14U1SwNotY

Rules in progress

Will add lyrics for ya soon....This is from Strange Hotel.

faveshadeofblue

A bridge track for the album Dead Reckoning,in process right now.

The Amp & I

Gypsy - Cowpokes George - Jones - Pink - Pills - Live - 1-woman - Band

dustbowl2

Tamlin/Night of the Perseids.

7 notes make up this world
7songs we all know

7 stars make up your spine
that I run a feather cross
you found on the beach, my darling.

7 breaths from your lips
to mine is all I ask

7 strings on this guitar
I'd crash through heaven
to be where you are

7 fathoms deep the Captain cries
Star Crossed lovers fall from the sky tonight


7 times I held you tight
on the bridge at midnight
7 lonely platform stations
where I waited so long for you

7 horsemen riding by
She passed the black, the brown
But when she met the milk white steed
She pulled the rider down

They turned him in her arms into an eagle
They turned him in her arms
into a biting black dog, a snake
a nightmared fever dream
She held him fast   Feared him not
the man she loved the best

They turned him into a flash of fire
But then a whole naked man
She wrapped him in her mantle green
and so did her true love win.



Tamlin

In Memory: Christian Poveda  Photojournalist,filmmaker (La Vida Loca)...killed outside San Salvador 9/3/09.
This is from Holes In The Sky (Part 2 of "New Third World" trilogy).

Virgin G(in cantaloop)

Song written for Eric Burdon's 60th birthday, written and recorded after driving back from LA  after a remarkable celebration for a remarkable man. I gave the song to him and am honored he put it on My Secret Life

BrokenRecords

Here's the current mix from Bill of this great piece. Still a real b ! to work on because it has so much subtlety in the harmonics.  Thanks guys for your help with this project. You understand it is like pulling teeth to keep Liz feeling that it has value. Just spoke with her and she is typically telling me that she is a  particle of dust. Thank you all for the years of support. We will get this done. I love soundcloud and please feel free to put your timed comments up and add through any recording you want to add. This is our 
playground .

You drunken kung fu master
are you making your next move?

Then, answer me this riddle
in crossword puzzle form.

Would I rather write this song in pencil
or write a love letter across your chest with my tongue?

Do I have any choice in the matter?
matter , matter, matter

does it matter which one, to you?

(Run away, run away from the burning house
maybe then you might sleep again
run away run away from the burning house
maybe you might dream again then
run away run away from the burning house
even though it's a somnambulist's vision
run away run away from the burning house
even though you know it's an insomniac's dream.)

If you're melted, a cake out in the rain
Why can't I still eat you
why can't I whistle a happy tune like
can you come out to play today?

(chorus)

Would I rather live in books like my mother
or write new innocent pages in my book of life?
Almost catching up with the butterflies
but not quite.

(chorus)

The church' s everlasting stone columns
ornate or plain
too much matter, not enough space for me
the cities of man, the cities of millions
Could we just sail away from them, just you and me
one fine day my friend?

Insomniacbillmix2


(facsimile copy)

In the home of the free these days we live like we're under house arrest (but there is no house)
in witness protection plans
fearfully waiting for some knock at the door (but there is no door)
putting the cart before the horse (realized too late there is no horse)
(would you inform on me? ( (knowing like a brave knight, you can't save me? )
Ghosts of Oppenheimer ,  McCarthy
drift through my mind today
you speak softly to me over the line
of your childhood memories
(50th Street, a playing field, the time before Soccer Mom and Little League)
REFRAIN: ( You get so tired of living
with only the next best things
i've been waiting all my life to sing you
an uncaged melody
I'm still waiting to hold you close to me
maybe never to be
time running  the back words thief
lightning speed
it feels like a runaway train to me)

I wanted to cut the cord right then
to PROVE to you I could say goodbye
then wrestle with angels who want me to
cut deals with the devil so I could cut a deal with you
So tempting , the golden apples fall
keep asking myself, what bears repeating?

Your soft voice in my ear
our dance of light filtered through feathers and leaves
the room where I lay sleeping
on a bed of roses, my grandma's embroidery
At last breathing your air into my lungs
I'm rising with you to greet the sun
joyfully, mindfully
CUTTING the old shackles of slavery

YOU who told me i had you at hello
you with the hazel eyes
the one who says yes, the one who says no
YOU who've I've always known
undoing my heart, tearing off my clothes
What do you look like?
no photograph, video, facebook wall, skype phonecall
could do JUSTICE to your hard won truth
that's the truth of it all for me anyhow

Police reports, psychiatrist's notes, prescriptions,
background checking
cheating at school. hypocritical oaths
top drawer GRADE A marks
report cards  waterboards
all of the disappeared in Juarez, the golden stars.

Ghosts of the gold stars
float through my mind today
Germany before the war
the war that turned out not to be
the war to end all wars.
Crossing borders terra incognito
with false passports and new names
strangers in a new land
Still, i always thought I'd know you anywhere
Still, I thought I'd recognize you 
(refrain)










Facsimile1

Started mid January and just getting back to it now. It's all musical typing & usb mic. Managed to get some track silence on this noisy computer. References to Ella Yellow Basket and strange how SIngin in the Rain composer died last week? Had been thinking always about Hollywood & Fred Astaire. The words altered a bit now,can never repeat performances though...there are things I like in this. Otherwise a work in progress trying to push Garage Band old version as far as I can re: editing. It's like limiting yourself to two colors only in a painting or only black and white. Ya know?

Murmuration2

HappyHappy Solar Return dear April. Made this for you just now ,so is raw tracks. A prayer.

April1

From Bill Simone: 
Here's video link for this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg2fz7xpAxk 
Love To You All. 


9/20/2012  My birthday present to you and me. Recorded and written on 9/19/12 in Pinyon Pines, California.

If you're living on the street
I'll come to see you love
hold your hand and be with you love
 because 3000 miles is a long way for touch to travel
it loses something  for us human animals
who can't seem to find our way home
like a dog or any echo sounding mammal.

(Distance for smoke signals on a clear day
maybe about 100 miles
Distance of sound traveling over time, decay's all local
Distance, speed, time of light travels farther I agree
But, only love knows no such boundaries. )

So, you're down and angry today
don't be afraid of me
Because fear is the thing that breeds contempt
for ourselves
it blots out the sun, tangles in the forest dark trees

Maybe darkness is just
a measurement of distance too
between who we are and who we wish to be
between where we are and where we wish to be.

(Distance...      )


Smokesignals1

THE FALL ||| HALF (PAST) EDEN

No accident
these scripts and the puppeteers
How could it be an accident
when you already wrote it all down before?
(I should have known over 10000 years)
It's only you who's setting yourself up for a fall again
it's only you (You hoo) 
do what you do
so you can be left alone
 in your poem,in your solitary Eden
it's only you 
 in your  solitary wizard's kingdom.

The part you gave me to play
I can't play this way, Poker out of season
The finest fire of romance at the start
but this losing you  over and over forever
never to have and to hold
Learning how to let go tight rope walker
no wires, no mirror.

Always learning better how to take the fall for you
A woman's always learning better just how to take the fall for you.

Almost impossible to live with awareness
that you will do this hide and seek
to get back to your comfort zone
cave, prison cell where you think you belong
learning better how to feel shame
you never feel humble enough.

Endlessly bi cycling drunken Li PO
crashing into the moon
Embedded again and again on a becalmed pirate ship
heading South.
Forgetting all about your dance partner.

(But I should have known)
It's only you, setting us up for a fall again...

All the mundane things I should be doing today
frying pans and fires
as if doing something has something to do
with anything.
You can see that I am floating away
You tell me we will never be free
Here's our consolation
drinking water from a broken cup
Here's our consolation prize, baby
a tarnished trumpet
a busted crooked diadem
called POETRY, yeah.

(and it's not losing you....
a woman's always learning better  how to take the fall for you
west of Eden, time is all back words.....




Thefall1

Hobo's Song

Maybe think of this like a day's work in progress that took years to make the simpler the better. Poem=song=painting=snapshot miniatures=fossil
Can it hang in the gallery?
No Apologia?
Credits: Slowed down blues grass some with the Android WHo Loved Me. Realizing (thanks Matteo)- everybody must get a little bit stoned,pick your poison, to follow the thread somehow. ?

Hobos Song

This is Take 1 of Absence (? working title) which is opening /sonic landscape for Part 2 of projects I'm working on. This series is called Road House of the Desert Moon. Series 1 is The Dirt...Do believe I'm writing an opera???? or a performance work...Absence: I'm playing all etc...Bed Tracks are the huge fuel tank in building (hit with mallet),oxygen tank bell,bowed fretless bass,bass,mix of "real" & digital drums.sample of bus door vacuum hiss as it opens,...Am working on this some more (actually starting all over again) but wanted to share direction with a few friends...YOU. Think process is generally more interesting than anything...all fossils & accretions/history & time

Absence1



The Holler/Love Put To The Test (Burned The Test)

Way down in the middle of a holler
Down deep in a mine shaft
that's how I fell in
looking at my own reflection

HOW DO CELESTIAL BEINGS NAVIGATE?
ARE CELESTIAL BEINGS LOVABLE?

I guess I'll find out....one day.

So, we talked all day and we talked all night
flashes of lightning in between
Sandwiches, cocktail hours and Bill Frisell lps

Brandy before noon days.

The falling leaves were all around
like a Kabuki stage

THIS IS YOUR LOVE PUT TO THE TEST
THIS IS OUR LOVE

THIS IS MY LOVE PUT TO THE TEST

DID YOU MEAN WHAT YOU SAID?

DO YOU BELIEVE WHAT YOU SAID?

Musicos: Liz song/words/vox/guitar/percussion
Karin (Prartho) flute and sax
Dennis Callaci....words and vox
Chris Daly and Sy Smith and dogs walking.....
Related


Burned-the-test

1/19/20 For EA on the occasion of her birthday. Longest Night of the Year {so far)/29   Raw  today from a room with a view.
Longest Night of the year (so far)/29 

On the road at night 
I can be anything I like
a poet  idealist   a demon in disguise
Cassandra   Aletheia Virginia her pockets weighted down
we're all heading for the coast now even if we drown.

(Anything ,anything at all can happen
Any time,any time at all
Anywhere ,any where at all
I will meet you and I will take you there.)

The little lights blink red to guide the Snoopy style airplanes onto the landing strip
Goodyear blimp is running out of helium
another escape plan bit the dust
not even a one hit wonder you could really trust
(Anything ….)

I hear your radio waves calling sometimes stars align
twin stars one at a time taking turns on the dance floor
we face the dark under the revolving moonlight
we are magnetic lines rappelling
It was crazy to think you could love me like I love you
how could I expect you to
when you never signed the secret contract
and you never asked the heavens what you should do? 

(anything …) 

There's always that reprieve  if you get the lucky charm ring
in the cracker jack box you were hiding for safe keeping
or disarming
Ride the changing 5 line  throwing hopeless hexagrams
Number 29  the fool in the tower climbs the fiery ladder to the sky

(anything…)
(Let the chips fall where they may on the holodeck
the spinning roulette I-ching slot machine)
I'm in it for the long run    to the corner store
where there's bound to be someone
begging a good samaritan redemption 
a cigarette  gasoline  a trip out of the hellfires burning

(oh,anything ….)

You're coming in kinda blurry an itch I can't scratch  my heart's in a cast
not mending
The fire next time you said  your money or your life
(I've got the ransom note right here  cut and pasted over and over
then it's over n out   signal to noise ratios)
Now that you're living, now that you're living inside the volcano
with no fixed address and no address worth fixing.

(Anything ,anything at all can happen…)

Longestnight2

Think if you were on the side of the lions in the coliseum. Project ; Raw reference tracks. Invitations forthcoming.
Dusty old harmonica i stole from you
incomplete sentences  on a wind up radio
rented rooms in an empty saloon
where the ghosts shuffle and sway
to wait out the monsoons
but they never came our way
leave me always praying for rain
on the tin roof 

Bertha comes round to say hello
because she can cool with a striped one piece pajama set
cause she's a cool cat she can do whatever she wants to
cats are just cool like that 
(I never know what she's dreaming
is she sleeping or waiting to pounce 
she's a lover and a stone cold killer
Nothing I can do about it now it's a cat and mouse game)
She massaged my head with her claws last night
it felt like i was part of  A PRIDE OF LIONS…
You may think I think of you sometimes
I do sometimes but not so much anymore as before 
Drank the milk of amnesia but it was no cure
not like the mushroom tea and peach schnapps we drank out by the Rio Grande river that night

(But we're trying hard to care  we only broke your hand this time
shaking you up emptying your pockets
turning you upside down  still didn't learn your lesson from us 
if the truth be known )
Here comes the conquistador
she's got the false eyelashes and monster hair
she does whatever she pleases you think she cares about you
like the 
 holy Jesus.
(Maybe you care and maybe you don't
mirror mirror on the wall you are your very own periodic table )
See, tonight I feel like I'm in a pride of angels
tonight I feel like I'm in a pride of lions

Running rapids with the maestro
of forgetfulness and rock n roll 
who lives high in the mountains somewhere in Mexico
in some legendary band and I will kill you if I can
when I'm hungry enough for justice in this world
to be a dragon slayer.

( Looks like I been doing it wrong 
let the weeds grow too tall  around
what i'd been cultivatin for so long

Still all is forgiven

Cause tonight I feel like I belong
Tonight I feel like I'm living in a pride of lions 
Yes, tonight I feel like I'm living in a pride of lions…

Prideoflions1

BlackKatremaster6/13

Black KAt 2020

All in a day's work. Inception of WItness & will add the "finished" proof in this playlist as well as April (lays me low...)...These 3 were a days work. In ALchemy there are many protocols ports of call. There are experiments that are of a day long,long as the day is long. There are others that take decades, a lifetime, the so called errant quest. The FOOL on the hill. This is one of those. Bur BUrned The Test !!! Yipee. THis is burning off the dross , all those burning crosses ,fuel for the booster rockets. ANyway, Those who are getting this missive from me are what remains when the dross is burned off. Any of you know Pageant of the Masters in Laguna Beach? Check it out. This is Dead Reckoning ,a multimedia HAPPENING experience in VR.This process of composing is called Alchemical (re) Animation. ALl the rest of the artworks are retablo storyboards to be made to LIVE & then re-distributed. Or ,in other words,a remix of my life.LOve to you all. Wanna play???? Please say yes.DEAD RECKONING -The Magnum Opus 24 K SOLID GOLD WITH A BULLET!!! LOL,Dennis-COunterfeit Blanks indeed.Wonder if those Taos hippies actually built the earth bag shelters in Nepal or just said they did.

Witness1

Lady of the Lake  Quick Sketch today 10/22/20 
You waited so long for us to go North
like I promised
You left without me
so I could follow your lead now
as I place rosemary marigolds for remembrance
on the medicine wheel
I am building with children
7 generations out seven within and behind
I'm in the middle 
paddling a canoe 
in my mind's eye
with you.

I will meet you on the shore
where the birches quake
in the silvery moonlight
Our home in the forest once again
will there be Indigo Buntings
blue birds of happiness ?
Say Yes! 

( The Earth is our floor
The walls are the forest
the sky is our ceiling
I'm not asking for more
than to trust my heart's path
be gentle as deer
as she rules the place
where I was born.
Lake of the WOods
Our Lady of the Lake of the Woods 
I'm coming home.

Lake Of The Woods

From Part 3 New Third World trilogy: Quantity of Emptiness  *Little Genius" & yes, Sal I think will re-release all 3 at some point. This is for Micky Mouse ;) &  the 140 plusers I know. This is for Mizz Jones. Mr. Robertson... We are our own Benevolent Society  & always have been. Yes, the Ramen (anti-lotus) Eaters...ramen fueled For The Win y'all. (tho Mark would say he's a hedonist).  Quite the e-ticket & marathon run.  As usual  me.myself & I playing. (plus always that "ghost in the background.")

littlegenius

http://www.audiosapienrecords2.weebly.com




“Liz, one of the hardest working people I know. She has the innate ability to overcome difficulties that would crush mere mortals. She also has the unusual ability of being able to function with equal ease, in both the linear and post-linear milieu, inside or outside the box of conventional structure and wisdom. A Master social networker, whom I've watched build project after project with her uncanny abilities to get disparate people to work together. She can take the speck of an idea, get inside and behind it, turn it into a concrete foundation. Then build the edifice with tall glass doors and a large parking lot, and a steady stream of investors, artist, and clients, headed continuously her way all vying to be included. Her nature encompasses, both a very sharp business acumen tempered with a very strong vein of philanthropy. Liz is the essence of a self-starter, which is perhaps a great oddity in an exceptional artist. She is also the person who will help you pick up the "chips" when they've fallen down, and help you to see how to start anew.”  EA Birkett,Moscow Fish http://www.moscowfish.com

“Liz Gilbert dedication to creative work and innovation it's beyond words, love for the art, but essentially for the artist. I can't think in many people with the same Liz's skill to build new spaces for art, I would say about her: "thoughts in the sky, feet on the ground". La dedicación de Liz Gilbert al trabajo creativo e innovación está más allá de las palabras, amor por el arte, pero esencialmente por el artista. No puedo pensar en muchas personas con la misma habilidad de Liz para construir nuevos espacios para el arte, diría sobre ella: "pensamientos en el cielo, pies en la tierra".”  Federico Antin,EuskirMusic,http://www.thepositiveghetto.blogspot.com/

Liz Gilbert
Director at Chordata
Liz is a person who can turn her hand to anything. She is an amazing fundraiser, entrepreneur, musician, writer and general all round brilliant brain. If there is any one on the planet who can make lemonade out of lemons, this is the person to go to. If you need a spark of inspiration Liz is there. June 18, 2013
Christina (Owner at Faux Works ) worked directly with Liz at Chordata

Liz Gilbert

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