Kellly Moree - singer song writer

The morning was and cloudy when I opened the curtains. The first day that was not warm and sunny for days. Hanging up the washing as I anticipated rain, on the clothes maiden, Nanna and Grandad arrived.

“Yey, Nanna’s here!” shouted the children.

After a quick reccie and shift swap, I grabbed my jimmy choo bag, and drove into town waving goodbye to my little ones.
The sun shone – the clouds lifted and my spirits rose. After a hectic morning… to say the least, my day of freedom beamed down on me from the sky. Arriving into the multi-cultured town of upper Bangor, the parking Angel blessed us with a spot and a text that the beer was on the bar.
My partner and I were meeting a couple who are business friends and creatives.

New faces. To me at least. A delight to meet them both finally.
We talked for a bit about Kelly, a beautiful singer who’s voice is so strong, elegant but mesmerising and delicate. She and her partner Matt discussed the website and her portfolio of picture shoots. How she could not have found a decent photographer I don’t know.

I was here to chat to the lovely lady about her singing career. After listening to her music and feeling the words she sang resonate with my own experiences, I was slightly star struck by her beauty and presence.

The boys continued with their conversation, Kelly suggested we went into the beer garden, where the sunlight warmed our skin through dappled light.
What an opportunity. To interview an artist, who has such raw talent. The soft breeze cooled us.
The anticipation of meeting her was subdued by her natural ease.

This is what I wrote for her website..so far:

I am Chrissie. I write a blog: chrissiebee.com, and recently had the wonderful good fortune of meeting Kelly Moree. She is an undiscovered talented singer, who lives and works in North Wales. We met on a sunny summer afternoon in a cosy beer garden, where she told me some of what inspires her creativity and how she has pursued her dreams and is making them a reality.

Please take a little time to listen to some of her music and read a little about her, as Kelly shares with me an insight into the life of a talented singer/song writer.

Kelly Moree, is a professional singer who sings two or three nights a week, in various venues.  Check out her calendar for up and coming events.

Kelly is self taught, in singing and song writing, to include the keyboard. Her passion has been with her since a child. Her mother, also a singer, brought her up in a musical house. “The radio was always on”, Kelly recalls. “Music was always playing”.

When I asked her what she listens to I was not surprised when she said everything. ” My Ipod has so many various artists on it, its a real mixed bag.” Female vocalists and modern pop and rock bands, to include some 60’s oldie classics.

“Who is your inspiration?” I asked ” Bette Midler, she’s amazing, Barbra Streisand, Celine Dion.”

Kelly has written and recorded music in the past, but it was over managed and produced, loosing a lot of its originality and essence. Kelly has now written and recorded her first true album ‘Shine’, which is all her own work. An album that you must hear. She sings with honesty and sincerity, her voice is a beautiful instrument, which she uses with precision and emotion, to convey the meanings of her lyrics.

Kelly is a true artist, who explores her creativity in a natural unique style. Her lyrics are often spontaneous.

The way in which Kelly described her creative thoughts and workings were of no surprise to me. She writes from her heart, from real life experiences and emotions. I smiled inside and out when she sang softly, a few words from one of her tracks, to jog my memory. There is a story behind each song she has written.

Kelly is a true artist, who explores her creativity in a natural unique style. Her lyrics are often spontaneous. She then sings the tune to herself and works out the chords on her keyboard, allowing the melody in her head to translate through the music, and her voice. I can tell, in the short time we spoke together, that she has been on a journey for many years, evolving her music. Kelly, whilst open to inspiration and ideas, is also very professional and has a clear vision of who she is, and the music she makes.

Kelly would love to, one day, write lyrics for the rising famous and influential artists. I am sure she will be granted many opportunities, as her career blossoms and her music is heard! It is rare to meet someone with natural talent for singing, song writing and music. I am sure Kelly will prosper in her career, as she has a beauty that is enchanting, a loving supportive family and oodles of organic talent.

I  feel privileged to have had the opportunity to listen to Kelly’s story and working method. Kelly has rubbed shoulders with a few of the greats in the music industry, and I know it’s only a matter of time before she is up there with them! Her authenticity is evident in her music and it was a pleasure to learn how she generates such original evocative and beautiful songs.

Check out her calender for her forthcoming gigs, and if you have a venue, book her! You are in for a treat of raw talent and entertainment.

http://kellymoree.com/

I know you have! We all do – its natural.

But I don’t mean in the bigger, how, why and where are we, stuff. I am sure we think of those things from time to time after a friendly chat with friends, or a few glasses of wine, or midst a spot of insomnia.

I am talking about the very personal perspective that only you have.

Depending on whether you are a positive or negative out-looker, depends on how you see your life, in general. I can be almost certain that we all have things in our lives we would like to change. For the most of us it is money..more please and family relations, too much or too little. Work… too difficult, too mundane and of course we would all like more time to do the things we really want to do.

I could list many wrongs in our lives that we would like to put straight. I could go on forever about all the injustice and corruption we all live with and around.  But I am thinking of the real deal. The stuff that we have control over.

So here comes my penny’s worth of self-help advice to dilute, ever so slightly, the overload of informative information that is out there.

We as individuals can do so much or so little, motivation, incentive and circumstance depending. For me though, there are only a few thing that I feel I can do to improve life, for myself, and possibly, hopefully others.

I try to live by my standards I set years ago, to include a pile of sayings.  Stuff like treat others how you want to be treated. Live life to its fullest. Smile in the face of adversity.

All of which is positive advise, but I am not sure how often I really do stick to my guns. It is important to me to take one day at a time.  No one general statement or saying can apply to any individual situation. It is true, that life is a complex mixture of so many influences and restraints.

Negative things can turn a positive action into a negative one. We can allow the difficult challenges to pull us down and ‘bad’ people to destroy our positive pathways. Or we can use all that ‘bad’ stuff to push us on, and fight for what we want and need.

So if I think too much about it all and recall memories, some more faded than others, I would be contemplating for days and years ahead. Complete silence, a retreat and an opportunity to look inward and then outward more enlightened would be gratefully received. But for most of us we would rather not sacrifice that time, as there is always so much other stuff to do.

Until I find that time to dedicate to pure contemplation, and meditation, I try to stick to just a few simple things.

Try to be nice. Ha ha, it is really very hard to do all the time! But if, for the most part you are, then loads of other things fall into place. No matter how sad or defeated you may feel, if you continue with trying to be a ‘goodie’ not a ‘badie’ then a whole world of positive will come of it.

I think it is the key to happiness. The more the years go by, and for all the ‘bad’ things I have done, I am confident that the majority of my intentions have been sincere, genuine and kind. Its like eating fresh fruit and veg. A healthy diet, a healthy body. It applies also with our minds. Good thoughts and kind actions means a strong mind and healthy attitude.

To feel happy with yourself is a gift you can give yourself to empower you to change your life for the better. I know being kind won’t stop famine or disasters, but you will feel stronger and be more able to support yourself and your loved ones in times of hardship.

Regret is tricky. I try not to regret anything, although I do wince when recalling some crazy decisions I have made in the past. But I was learning then, as I am now.

Love. Love everything, especially your enemies. It is good to be angry, but I try use that anger to fuel the love I have for others and then turn it from negative to positive. If a person intentionally hurts you, learn to love them. As they are probably a lot father away from loving themselves than you are.

Once you spend some time trying to be the best you can than your powers grow. We need to like ourselves, even the cellulite or physical imperfections, to feel worthy of good stuff. You know all this don’t you?

I am far from being a saint or purest. I am nobody special in that way. But I am happy within. So that is it.

I think my drive to be better is addictive. The possibilities are endless. When I fantasise over all the beautiful and expensive things I would like to have, I feel I am worthy of them! How modest! I believe it is all very basic NLP (neuro-linustic programming) .

We need to do more than have a positive attitude. To say “I can do it” needs to be backed up with a knowledge that we deserve it.

So once you feel happy with your conscience, which is easy if you let go of regret, then you are all ready to go and grab the bull by its horns, and make a difference in your life that will be AMAZING!

Change your job. Take a risk, and people will support you when they see your honest intentions. Keep trying. Don’t give up. If all your actions are made in relation to aid and assist your dreams then one day your dreams will come true!

Amazing! If any of you have ever had any experience of life drawing, you will know that is as equally important to notice the ’space’ as well as the ‘matter’ itself. But in all my time observing the bits in-between I had no idea that the space really does out-way the stuff.

So all the solid things that we use and rely on including us, is mainly nothing at all. OK so the sugar cube of people would be very very heavy – I am assuming it is just all the nucleus’s bundled together without any of the other bits flying around, darting about.

Am I right in thinking it is the electrons that fluctuate all over the place that cause a magnetism which thereby create a solid structure (to include the other bits of particles and stuff)? But the exact whereabouts of electrons are so difficult to ascertain we can only predict the probability of where they may be.

Can an electron be in two places at the same time?

I think this may be the route to the problem of making oxygen (photosynthesis- older post). Many scientists have worked hard to explain this tiny fascinating world, and we have a good understanding thanks to many theories and experiments. In quantum mechanics, the behaviour of an electron in an atom is described by an orbital, which is a probability distribution rather than an orbit.

But to understand as I can see it, as to why they appear to be in two places at the same time comes down to a relatively simple explanation. I am only relaying what I have read and understand, obviously accepting certain things that I am not clever enough to dispute.

It is accepted that nature is dual. None of its components can only be considered as a particle or as a wave. To understand this, Niels Bohr introduced the Complementarity Principle in 1923: put simply, every component in nature has a particle, as well as a wavelike character, and it depends only on the observer which character he sees at any given time.

Einsteins theory that natural characteristics actually depend on the observer, that there must be a reality independent of the observer is now better understood. Quantum physics now accepts that there does not seem to be an independent reality, as continuous experiments confirm this with increasing conviction.

Thomas Youngs double-slit experiment demonstrates the inseparability of the wave and particle natures of light and other quantum particles. This goes some way to measuring where an electron has been, whether a particle or wave. As I understand it, it can be either one or the other but not both at the same time. The experiment demonstrates that electrons show particle-wave duality.

It gets quite complicated trying to understand all this here or not here stuff. But if all we can do is ascertain what exactly we are looking at from one observing view, how do we tell where it really is? If electrons for example appear to be one thing from one perspective, then another from another perspective then the possibilities of where the space and therefore electrons are, is is purely dependant on which way you look at it.

So until I can fully understand why electrons can be in two different places at the same time, I don’t think I have much chance of understanding how to catch them, pull them away from the nucleus and pile all the nucleus’s into one sugar cube sized box, then reality of us, to me, fitting into a sugar cube is practically impossible!

So hypothetically possible – practically impossible, and now the thought of separating nucleus’s from electrons seems more far fetched than getting us all to fit into a sugar cube.

Another interesting blog

I have always recycled my bottles at least since sharing houses and becoming aware of the ‘bins’. That was a trip to the supermarket carpark with anyone who was willing to fill their car up with beer sodden plastic bags of beer cans bottles and numerous vodka bottles. Pop  your plastic bags in the neighbouring recycling bin for bags and your concsiounce was clear, along with your flat mates.

It is even easier now. We have blue bins/tubs for bottles and glass, red ones for card and various other textiles and recently have been given a brown bin (with handy lock and smaller bin with lock) and biodegradable special plastic bags – with the council badge printed on it

Some of you might have the same set up. Our usual weekly black wheely bins are only emptied fortnightly as opposed to weekly and have a green wheelie bin for garden waste collections either side.

It would make more sence to me to give us compost bins, but you have to request one of those..might even have to pay, not too sure I will investigate.

But my brown bin wasnt emptied along with my usual recycling tubs so now I have oodles of council bags with food waste in. I have put them in my green bin for now as I only fill that when the grass is on super grow mode and I have decided to cut the neighbours grass.

But I am shocked how difficult people have taken this chore to be. I can see how little people put out in comparrison to me – they must be putting most of their rubbish in the black bins (or mine haha).

Even when you are forced to take small steps to help people in general are reluctant. Is it because they are told or forced into doing it? Or do old habits die hard?

I hope people do take these small steps. Even if it may not be the best solution, and not always that economical, it is better to try than to continue over filling our wasteland.

If the councils were to allocate a new waste land site to the areas that did the least recycling, I wonder if that would make people act? I know it is a tad embarressing, for all the neighbours to see, especially if you have had friends over and got through some tinnies. But hey – I am not ashamed to say at least I am trying!

Come on council get my new waste bin emptied, and keep up the hard work!

You bin men are heroes! Thank You for taking my rubbish away and keeping my car smelling sweet!

“Damm” She shouted and ran out the house through her garden, hair flapping and slapping her in the face. She drove her BMW off toward the corner shop frantacally. She parked a good 2feet from the curb, and darted into the shop.

“Good Morning”  Vera said, whilst serving a tall man, as Sasha swooped past.

“Morning” Sasha replied grabbing a bottle of fresh orange and The Guardian.

The pace in the shop felt off kilter as people meandered in slow motion blocking her every avenue of passage. “Come ON” she screamed inside to herself, hoping they could see the urgency in her face as she mouthed the words silently.  The wait was painful. After a confusion over a lottery ticket and a failed debit card and several other customers Sasha opened the juice and began reading her paper, already resigned to a stern rollicking imminently.

“Lovely fresh day isn’t it today love?” Vera asked perkishly

“Mmm bit windy” Sasha replied handing over the chewing gums, malteasers and bottle of red that she had acquired whilst waiting, along with a mostly empty orange and crumpled paper.

Sasha paid and flashed Vera a smile, pulled the bottle and its plastic bag and contents up close to her chest cupping the bottle in her palm and turned quickly and sharply into the torso of a broad man. He took a step back, and she fell forward stumbling releasing the wine to catch herself, knocking a boy sideways and knocking over a stand of hair accessories and tat.

The wine bottle smashed mainly inside the carrier bag, splashing mainly Sasha and the man she bumped into.

With it having been Rainforest week, the Rainforest is high in peoples consciousness if you are a TV or radio guy, you will know its been getting a fair bit of attention. Which is all very good news and also another worry we often put tucked away along with the many other scary things we have some responsibility for.

If you ignore the beauty and wonder and the amazing creatures of the forest disappearing rapidly, you really cannot ignore the fact that there will not be enough oxygen for us all if it were completely eradicated. The EastEnders Mitchell brother, Ross Kemp quoted 40 years untill the Amazon Rainforest is destroyed. Which is not a very long time is it?

My facts and figures are  some what confused, I cannot remember how many times I have been told about a football pitch a second destruction, or how many years it has left, but I really do not want for us to have to ‘manage’ without the trees.

But for as hopeful as I am, I can see that at some point this will become a huge issue. We might have to make our own oxygen rich air.

Will we all be constructing our own oxygen generators?

I love this simple way of making oxygen. But the side effects seem a little crazy, unless we can sell the hydrogen?

This article is fascinating. Making oxygen seems easy and possible when you read the “how to make an oxygen generator”. When you try to understand the complexities of the key steps of photosynthesis taken from an article from Discover by Mark Andrews, my hope for a ‘man made photosynthesis lab’ has some what diminished.

Peering deep into these proteins, Fleming and his colleagues at the University of California at Berkeley and at Washington University in St. Louis have discovered the driving engine of a key step in photosynthesis, the process by which plants and some microorganisms convert water, carbon dioxide, and sunlight into oxygen and carbohydrates. More efficient by far in its ability to convert energy than any operation devised by man, this cascade helps drive almost all life on earth. Remarkably, photosynthesis appears to derive its ferocious efficiency not from the familiar physical laws that govern the visible world but from the seemingly exotic rules of quantum mechanics, the physics of the subatomic world. Somehow, in every green plant or photosynthetic bacterium, the two disparate realms of physics not only meet but mesh harmoniously. Welcome to the strange new world of quantum biology.

This is an excerpt from this article

So what is your plan for the future? I am seriously thinking of giving up gelatine and soya..and reducing my cosmetic & cream consumption. I would much rather try to preserve our natural oxygen providers..not to mention the algae and others, than to rely on a man made version!

I might get some test tubes and salt and a battery set up in the attic..you never know?

Read more with SoberCollege about the drugs impact and other issues.

Another great blog green and clean earth has lots of great tips too.

His mobile rang again, a high pitched eighties synthesiser type of irritating tune, increasing in volume as he fought his way across his bedroom to the office chair by the gaping window, ripping the remainder of the bedsheets and duvet from the bed. He tugged at his Jacket placed tidily on the back of the chair. The plastic coaster wheels dug into the carpet and the hard heavy back of the chair tilted. He realised his mistake from ground level and lurched up to greet the chair with his head. The protruding chair leg looped itself around his keyboard wire bringing the desks clutter to ground and a beer can spun spraying stale beer over Jez and his Jacket.

“Lucy!” He cried when he finally answered the phone from inside the pocket of his damp Jacket. “You OK babe? What time is it?”

After a moments contemplation, her dry mouth forced Lucy to slip on her matching silk dressing gown, detach her mobile from its charger, and float down the stairs in disbelief and shock to the kettle. Whilst the kettle was mid boil she scrolled down her contacts page on her blackberry to Jez.

“Jez, answer your phone, its me..its important!” She spoke desperately to his answerphone.

……….

Sasha looked at her magazine on the table. Take a Break, with an image of an overly healthy ludicrously young girl, spot free,  probably overpaid, spoilt and most definitely too thin. My husband is a murderer in big red writing on the front. Lose a stone in a week. Amazing abbs with our special spring workout. My dog knew I had cancer. All printed in bold framing the face of the girl who obviously wouldn’t know what a kebab was if it was thrown in her face.
How ridiculous she thought to herself. If only I had a husband, murderer or not, just alive would do!  Lose a stone in a week, yeah whatever, the only way I could lose a stone in a week is if I chewed off my feet and vomited my intestines out. As for my abbs Ha, just to see my juicy looking feet would be great!
Sasha slurped at her coffee and burnt some toast before grabbing her bag and looking in the microwave, the back of the sofa, fruit bowl, the tub of things on the windowsill and biscuit tin for her keys. They were in her jacket pocket of course.

Sasha is not fat, she has long dark hair, brown eyes and very long legs.  She measured her BMI and was told that she is a stone overweight.  Her BMI is fine but the graph on Tescos diets suggests she should lose a stone. It is a hideous way off making people feel fatter than they really are. Do the estimates again, knock half a stone off and you still have to lose a stone. Knock another stone off and yep, you still need to loose weight. “What a bloody cheek! I would need crutches to carry my bones around if I was that bloody skinny” She had said to herself one night online after consuming a whole box of malteasers.

Thats life though. You never can be thin enough, not for Tescos or its stupid ill fitting clothes, or the job you didn’t get or the man you still don’t have, or the girls in the click in the office. If you shedded your skin and emerged as a butterfly with just paper for wings and an antenna to probe life with, your arse would still look fat in those skinny jeans! Sasha threw the empty box on the floor and gulped the rest of her wine before nodding off to sleep and dreaming about butterflies and chocolate.

A bird flew into the window of her bedroom, it was motionless for a moment, it peered in seeing a duvet fly up and a woman emerge screaming. ” What the bloody hell is that!”  Sasha screached falling over herself to watch the bird slide down the window. She dressed into yesterdays trousers and pulled on a lycra white vest top, scrubbed her teeth with an over used toothbrush, and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen. The wind was battering the house, she put the kettle on and gazed out of the kitchen window at the destruction.