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"The Song Of Wandering Aengus
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel..."
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More About Colleen
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Schools (Other):
School of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, MA
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Occupation:
goddess incarnate
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Affiliations:
www.rubiesmusic.com, Studiochicago, Music Industry Workshop
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Hobbies and Interests:
making art in it's various forms-music, art, nature, film/movies, black & white photography - Man Ray, Cindy Sherman, pixies, undines, sylphs, Joseph Campbell, fire, earth, water, wind, cosmic forces, goddess energy
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Favorite Books:
The Basket Ball Diaries, Forced Entries, Mists of Avalon, The Crimson fairy book, Brown fairy book, The blue fairy Book, The Power of Myth, The Hero w/ athousand faces
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Favorite Movies:
Close encounters of the third kind, Jaws, Barry Lyndon, Ed Wood, Brazil, Crouching Tiger hidden dragon, Lord of the Rings trilogy, Wizard of Oz, American Movie, Decline of the Western Civilization, RocknRoll Highschool...so many others
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Favorite Music:
In my cd payer most recently-Nick Drake, Neko Case, Rufus Wainright, also Tori Amos, Travis, Radiohead, Kate Bush, Laurie Anderson, Doves, The Clash, Beatles, PJ Harvey, Morphine, Johnny Cash, Bongwater, Elvis Costello, U2, The Police, The Who, Bjork etc.
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Favorite TV Shows:
of all time- Twin Peaks
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About Me:
The Song Of Wandering Aengus
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lads and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
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Who I Want to Meet:
cool guys and gals that burn to make art and music......
all freaks of nature and forces of nature may apply
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Testimonials and Comments for Colleen
who can strum with the best of 'em. I love her
uncompromising courage and ability to
listen and be so selfless. I will miss her so
much when I move, but we will I think I can
say with certainty (especially after surviving
being roomates) be friends for life.
chick with impeccable taste in music,
movies & life. She leads a
betwitchingly good band, Rubies, and
has a wicked sense of humor. Plus she's
constantly doing her laundry.