Dodging the Path

Before we state anything else, it’s important that we mention how sad we are for all of our friends, colleagues, and partners in the Northern Leewards. The devastation of Irma and Maria have not only left millions from the Virgins to Puerto Rico, St. Martin, Anguilla, St. Barth’s and Dominica without proper shelter, food, water and medical care – they have put an enormous dent in livelihoods. We had not yet returned when Irma struck, and watched with horror as she laid to waste homes of friends, places of work, and much of the natural beauty in places we have come to call home. In all that our vessel miraculously has survived with marginal damage, for which we are most thankful. Our hope is to return to St. Croix and begin helping with music education in schools that have been badly damaged in the region as soon as possible.

Toppled trees lie on a tennis court after Hurricane Maria battered St. Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands September 21, 2017. REUTERS/Jonathan Drake –

We’ve been a little quite over here, and with good reason. The past month has been overstuffed with news and world events and yes, weather. There’s an inherent cost of doing business involved in spending long periods in the Caribbean – and the law of averages say that sooner or later your number will come up. This season, we have seen a completely new breed of weather event, one that reared its’ ugly head for the first time in recorded history. Regardless if you believe climate change is accelerating due to human activity or not, what is undeniable fact is that a very small portion of our human population is disproportionately feeling the effects of a changing trend in weather.

Many of our friends know that we went through Hurricane Sandy in 2012, lost our home and decided to pull up stakes and start the sailing life. We’ve actually made the joke that it was the best thing that ever happened to us. Sandy was hard, but pales in comparison to the logistical nightmare facing this region now. Although we are very glad we weren’t back on St. Croix to experience Maria, it has been really difficult hovering in NJ/ NY watching this from afar. We are “doers,” stuck with very little capacity to do. We’ve engaged in some fundraising with varied success, tried to be a communication hub for people when needed, but without a great deal of resources it is very difficult to make any headway with this issue, especially when you are struggling yourself. If we had things to fix, things to lift and move it would certainly be simpler. Life is rarely simple.

As of now we’re slated to head back to St. Croix as soon as we get the green light from the organization we will be working with there, CMCArts (they operate the museum in Frederiksted, St. Croix). The original plan had us working with children from the Arthur Richards school there, one of many throughout the area that is now uninhabitable due to the damage left behind. We hope to still work with the same general group, but things are constantly flexing and changing, which we will need to flow with. Beyond that 4 week “artist in residency” we hope to alter our schedule this season and work with affected kids in 4 week capsules rather than performing. To support that, we are currently seeking partnerships with organizations throughout the region putting efforts into rebuilding and reconstruction.

Reality for us is that many of our regular haunts are gone –  Marina Cay, Teres Veho, Zen’it Beach – too many to number. It would be completely inappropriate to hold our same route and look for gigs in these areas, and would feel equally out of place for us to cut and run to unaffected areas (Antigua, Martinique/ Guadeloupe, etc) and continue performing in the same manner we have done for the pat 4 years. So we’ll figure out how to help in some way…schools in many areas have been badly damaged, in some cases leaving children to continue classes in tents. We can at the very least come and supplant a music program where theirs may be on hold, possibly even aid to replace instruments and equipment when we can figure out what the exact need is.

There’s still a record to mix (from our tour in Colorado), there are still some events coming up later in the season. We’ve still got new material to record in NY before we leave – and we’ll make sure to post our whereabouts and goings on when appropriate. Things have changed, and we intend to change with them for the better. In the meantime, we’d like to express our thanks for all of the support over the years, and wish you all the very best. Be well, and take good care.

 

Stell and Snuggs

To Be Socially Responsible While on Tour

imageHaving been back on the island nation of Grenada for several weeks, we’re abut ready to start heading North again for our 4th season of tour. It’s been a lovely stay here, and we’ve had some great shows, met many wonderful folks, and even have teamed up with some fantastic fire dancers out of France for some performances…all in all, not too shabby of a first go at things here. This island has a great many things to experience – waterfalls, rainforests, fresh foods a plenty – but nothing nourishes the soul like an in-the-gut human reality way outside your comfort zone.

When we returned to Catherine, nestled in the mangroves of Hog Island safe and sound thanks to close friends (Andi, Kirin, and Mark get some love here), we started getting her back together and of course, figuring out how to keep food on the table. At one show on Hog Island, at Roger’s, we bumped into an old acquaintance who asked if we would come and play at an orphanage on the island, the Queen Elizabeth Home for Children in St. Georges, one of Grenada’s largest cities. Being career artists, it is not every day that we have much “extra” to give to charity other than the skills we posess and art we make. When it comes up, it usually ends up our honor to do so.

 

Arriving we met about 20 kids, ages 3-18, who were welcoming, fun, affectionate, and some musically quite talented – all had the same effect, and that was one of pure warmth that is inspiring. I was personally expecting them to possibly be a bit reluctant to our presence, as visitors generally come and go at an orphanage for various reasons, but quite the opposite occured. They asked questions, goofed off with us, listened to some music then made some of their own. The whole time we felt we were seeing a different kind of family – one who’s main bond was not blood or a last name, but that their parents for one reason or another weren’t “around.” We have since gone back again, and hope to do so again before we head off – having no parents directly in their life has had little effect on their ability for compassion, which is a testament to the human condition and something we could always use more of.

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Our point in this post is not to parade a good deed, but more to suggest a course of action. Positive exchanges between human beings self-propogate, leading to outbreaks of happiness and fullfillment so infectious that they must be passed on. That positive energy leads to such self-confidence one may head down a path of enlightenment, taking actions that fulfill the self and those around you. Respect, laughter, a real purpose that is right – just a touch of the ingredients necessary for us meager humans to do a better job of living with and learning from each other, all races, all walks. The effect we may have on another, especially a child, may have repercussions that last beyond our time.

Ps.  If you are interested in supporting this orphanage with a donation, please hit us up with a message and we will send you the details.❤️

Cheers

Christel & Jarad

Modern Day Gypsy

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“Gypsy”

Not something you pretend – nor is it any sort of joke. Depending on who you are, the very word brings a host of emotions. For some, thoughts of traveling to and fro without any hangups, for others visions of no good bums avoiding real jobs and real life. For some it evokes family – one where the roots were pulled up in some distant place and there was no choice but to set off in search of a prosperous life elsewhere. One thing is for sure, the real world is not in books, not in maps, not in your mailbox or here on the web. It’s wherever you are at any given moment – and as a free human being on this planet, I get to choose when and where that place is.

Like every other life choice, this one has it’s consequences. When you make your bed, you’ve got to sleep in it. No consierge to complain to, no labor board to help you. You must make everything work or be miserable and go back to the box, beholden to a boss, a train schedule, the banks. This is not for us – we know. We were there for many years, struggling to keep food on the table while chasing our passions. Like being a drunk with only vinegar to drink, the taste quickly sours and the gut becomes rife with discomfort.

We certainly didn’t set out to become gypsies of any sort. We both grew up in the bosom of America’s great dream, nestled in our beds under the watchful eye of our families we experienced only that which they and our surrounding society desired us to. Our setting off was quite the disturbance – first demanding answers to why-how’s and where-to-fors, then harboring a somewhat disconserted attempt to comprehend the nature of our journey. In it, we’ve learned volumes about ourselves, our families, our upbringing and our society as “modern Americans.”

Truth is, maybe I’m a conspiracy theorist of sorts, of possibly a soul born at the wrong time. I enjoy real freedom and all the struggle that goes along with it, the end of which one reaches into their pocket and pulls out a group of skillsets that you never imagined were coming to you. As necessity is the mother of invention, willingness will drive out competence every time. In my estimation, freedom gets you to a place that most often presents itself as a conundrum – at times choices must be made to simply “deal” with the ramifications of the freedom you’ve chosen. In our case, boat life trumps all.image

Safety of family and crew, seaworthiness of our vessel – all are tied up in a neat little package of “get to work and fix it NOW or you don’t make the next port.” That’s how we live, how we support our lives. Food, parts, musical gear, funds for the goods that we sell, consumables that the vessel requires; and I haven’t even mentioned the calls and emails yet. The ones that get the gig, convincing everyone from the small venue owner to the festival committee that we belong on the bill. Our experience of boat life has truly been a great window into the mechanics of the “have-to’s and the have-not’s,” and the lot of baggage that goes along with. What it has not meant is borrowing what we do not have, taking what is not ours, and complaining when things do not go our way.

If freedom means nothing else, it is a testament to will. Pitting yourself against the “odds” that your peers may bring up and realizing that life is tough no matter how and where you conduct its detail. And with the 1,000 ways there are to “skin the proverbial cat,” the most valuable lesson is to realize for yourself which way best suits your happiness, the one that will allow you to become the individual you see when you look at the mirror and only wish you could throw a line to and pull through to stand next to you and then to meld with, blending both the reflection and reality.

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Photo: Sam Neels

What is it that begets freedom? Money and wealth? Family? Societal staus? Education? What if it were just the ability to make the descision you deem best at the time without having to answer to anyone but yourself for it? Such a simple thing, it seems, but a complicated path no matter what society you live “in.” In some the mere reading of a particular book will get you thrown in the kettle. In others, the more ridiculous you act it seems the more you are rewarded – humanity’s rhyme and reason have beeon quite off for some millenia. There are so many permutations of this – thin vs fat, white vs brown, poor vs rich. That will never come to an end, nor will the changes in what is thought of as desireable to any given society.

What also never changes are the possibilities that come when individuals shed the norms and make an attempt to just be human – to live, to forage, converse and produce from within their souls and minds a thing unique to their own experience – no ads, no sponsorships, no awards and no glory. Existance at its simplest. We then have to look at our universe as a thing upon which we have a profound effect, where our interactions with every aspect of it mean something like a map we leave behind for those who remain.

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Photo: Jan Hein

In our wake, the wake of the gypsy, we hope to leave our humanity with a sprinkle of art to remind those we encounter of their own. We are living proof that if you put in the hard work, you too can pay the bills.

cheers,

Christel and Jarad Astin

Stell & Snuggs