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Black Art release date November 2005
 My digital distributor,
The Orchard, calls it a singer-songwriter album exploring the underworld of relationships. This is a photograph that Guy took for the home-designed CD insert. I was driving around in Belfast, Maine, one afternoon and stumbled upon a collection of bigger-than-life marble angels, predictably in a graveyard. I returned with Guy and our son Rory one moody grey late fall late afternoon, and we did a photoshoot while people drove by shaking their heads. My little album has been listened to and downloaded in places as faraway as Japan and Russia, which makes me shake my head! I never understand why I made this album, but thank you for listening to this collection of harmony and confusion.
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Haven't you always wanted to play guitar?

I'm taking a break from teaching right now, while I am doing the city council thing, but if you need a referral or just wanna talk shop, give a holler. I'll be back at it at some point. And don't forget to check in with the folks at Northern Kingdom Music!
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I was born on April 13, 1965, in a land called New Jersey. I went to the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, majoring in music. I'll finally have my Bachelor's in May 2010. I have an Associate's Degree in Computer Science. Becoming pregnant with my daughter Penelope, who is now 21, I settled in Maine, and I commenced life as a mom. I still live in Maine with my partner Guy Polyblank, and our son Rory, age 11. I run a landscaping business in the summers called Artemisia Landscape Gardening, I teach music, I do websites, I work as an Ed Tech at Medomak Valley High School, and I am a city councilor.
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Some electronic music is now up...
A pastiche of compositions made on my computer, but not exclusive to computer-generated sounds.
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Check Out My Sailing Blog!
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Originally started as an account of trying to get our trimaran launched by myself,
It's become the log of our family adventures upon our wooden sailing dinghy, racing J24s and PHRF yachts,
and my own solo contemplations about the waters that always seem to beckon to me.
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