LOVE IT UP Is Officially Released

The day has finally arrived, LOVE IT UP is officially released!
For a limited time the first track is FREE for download! (click “Buy” below to get the free track, to buy full album or individual tracks)

All full album downloads come with the exclusive LOVE IT UP Lyric Book designed by Moxy Media. All Physical CD orders come with a FREE Love It Up Sticker/Button merch pack!


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New Song: I Can Feel (Wasted Machine)

Another song in progress from the weekly songwriting group. Love this one….I think it’s about facebook and being on the computer too much.

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Poem: Music Of The Spheres


far from the roar of man made noise

metal cogs & plastic toys


submerged in this aqueous dream

water like speakers to my ears

the deeper I go, the more I can hear

the hum of the planet

the music of the spheres

churning of orbits, hymns of whales


hair twisting & swirling around these limbs out stretched

held and swayed in this amniotic embrace

veins of gold flecked sand

and moss like green lace


flickering light through flesh of eyelids and layered waves

tendon-like tide (flexing, relaxing)

salt meets sea and dissolves

salvia, tears, sweat


like Before –

when I swam out from that smaller womb

but we were real before that

more than strands of spiraled blue prints

pre-finger prints, pre-conception

joyful gleams

born equal of the same resonance

out of that same flash of inspiration


let me float here and remember

your perfect form

where all faults converge

at the epicenter of love.


written at Shell Beach, CA. Photo by Brindl.

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Album Update & New Videos

I am happy to be back on the radar after the holidays and a short vacation from reality (aka the horrible flu that took down most of the country last month).

I feel cleansed and excited to be working on the final tweeks to the album, (tentatively being called “Love It Up” !!!) including some layering of harmonies/ vocals, and some additions to some songs like some organ on the title track.

Once the mix is done, I will switch gears to getting the perks together for all the lovely indiegogo supporters and plan a rad cd release party to celebrate with everyone!

In the meantime…..

I will have some little previews soon of some tracks off the album…it is very different from the last album with more of a full band sound, I am SUPER excited to share it with you! I will also be posting videos of some of the new material (video above is from the recent show at Hopmonk, with the lovely and fabulous Mr Dennis Heneda, who played on 7 of the 10 songs on the album!)

Thank you again for contributing to the album —  it is because of you that it is coming to life!  And thanks for your patience while I pour all my love and heart into finishing this right… More soon…

Sincerely, Brindl

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Poem: The Resolutions

This time
I will really watch how it unfolds
how refracted white is stretched into colored light
each moment an accordion of layered life
multitudes of sizes
shades, scents, horizons

This time
I will come to court you first
pawn my rings for songs
and spend it all on this love
I will let you just Be
(that beautiful spark)
that burns me brighter
and grows the world wider

This time
I will lick the sweetness from my bare hands and skin
ask for forgiveness (not permission)
let every breath have a mission
I will walk these magic hours
under celestial showers
confetti still in my hair
red worn from my lips
from taking bites not sips

This time
I will lean too far
let my toes and feet dangle
into the great raging stream
that teeming, mysterious dream
I’ll let it pull me in
and pull me under
my post constructed selves
absorbed by the salt and swells
lighting up each of these golden cells
like a trillion glittering hearts of hope
tearing down, building up
in an endless symphony of creation.


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Song for the Solstice Full Moon

MoonThe imagery and sounds of this December full moon invocation:

I was on a hill near where I live. A little girl with blonde hair appeared and led me to a white horse, and pointed the direction I should travel. She then shrunk down and turned into a mushroom on the side of the path we were on. I climbed up on the horse bareback, and it grew wings and we were flying over the rolling hills. The horse was wild and powerful. We reached the top of a hill with a wooden cross on it. An old crone appeared there. She looked ancient, weathered skin, coarse silver hair, earthly, other-worldly, almost scary, like a ghost. Hunched over and wearing a hood, covered in dirt and weeds, like a root or a tree trunk.  I had a feeling she was not of the living world, or not usually in human form. I asked for guidance. She placed some silver coins in my hand and said: “Plant The Seeds.” She spoke almost sternly, impatiently. I at first didn’t like the answer she gave me, I didn’t like the symbol of money, and wasn’t sure what it meant. I asked again and the answer was the same, she implored: “Plant The Seeds.” I accepted the coins. I curled up naked in a dug out hole in the mountain to sleep, blending in with the natural world, long grass swirling and waving around me. I was somehow woven up into a cocoon of white silken threads, but strong like a spider’s web, and shot into the atmosphere, high above those hills, the roads, the houses — until I was orbiting earth, and could see everyone below, including myself: alive, searching, human, loving.  On that hill searching for answers. There was such a vibrancy and aliveness to the drama on earth. But in my orbiting embryo I was in a dreamlike, all knowing state. I was both attached to my human self but from the perspective of this other state of floating bliss and non attachment. On the edge of space there was only this peaceful silence, all confusion and noise was distant, faint, gone. There was silence, and then there was this:

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