Claudine West (2017)

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It took over a year to write and a lifetime before that. The life of a Bog Woppit. Musician, Artist, Lesbian and conduit of energies. This book is honest, humorous, witty and touching.

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Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit

My name is Claudine West. These are excepts of this present life as me. 2016 was rather fabulous making music, writing, recording, gigging, doing the full time day job. Looking after wife and cats, mowing the lawn, breathing in the sea. Exploring Devon, Dorset and Somerset. Writing recording and releasing more meditation music under ‘Earth Tree Healing’…. Being happy. 

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 2015 Year in review : Claudsville / Clange 

My 2015 year in review: Well ours! This year has been astoundingly good. We are happy, content, productive. I excitedly gallop into 2016 surrounded by love and intrigue. With laughter, warmth, food in my belly, farting in bed world records!   

 2 fluffy felines we adore. Music surrounds my soul. Ticking those wish list boxes. 
  We travelled around Cornwall for my 40th. I’ve stayed up and watched a Blood Moon in Glastonbury. We’ve travelled all over the place in ‘Daisy.’ Read adventures https://claudsville.wordpress.com/

See some great bands and musicians… Florence & Machine, Robert Plant, Seth Lakeman, Flaming Lips, Mariachi El Bronx, Gogol Bordello. 
Then there has been us ‘Subway Circus’ after a while securing the ‘right’ line up. We got there with ‘PP Johnson'(excellent vocalist and just lovely , funny Bloke) joining ‘Speed’ (serious and sensational) ‘Mr Delacey’ (The human mystery) and Myself (Claudine West)
  
  : Sweaty Drummer Weirdo with weird lyrics I do enjoy documenting our band adventures in Wi-Fi Subway Circus, Rock Band. #Nottingham The process of getting our name out there gaining new fans (not just making your mates attend) is such fun! We have more now this year! 😉 even more to come in ’16. Capturing on camera our jams, gigs is a scrapbook we will look at in the years that follow. From the birth of an idea to the practised and performed workings of a great song. It’s there for posterity. Bum bits, Funny parts, FCUK ups an all! The boys are all lovely. Big thanks to Angela Barker 

  
and the Gig promoters that are inviting us to play. See blogs here : 
http://subwaycircus.com/

We begin recording our Debut Album in January 2016! #excited
  
  

Oh yes. I just played a solo gig before the lurgy hit: Claudine West Music | Welcome to Claudsville
http://claudinewestmusic.com/
Thank you Mr Will Robinson at I’m not from London
  
Job wise; So after working hard. And possibly have to deal with a lot of liquid brown to get there. I got promoted, Ange got promoted. After a low point last November. I took time out. Wrote and recorded a solo album as therapy. Healed and have never looked back. Events have seemed ‘mapped’ slotting in nicely like a jigsaw. Like it’s meant to be. Confirming I’m on the right road! 
  
Our talents in and out of work are really recognisable now. The effort is paying dividends in lots of ways. In genuinely helping others, we help ourselves. Never been busier. 
  
  At times I just want to slow it all down and hibernate. Press the factory reset. Run away to California. The next projects of our lives are in the pipeline. 

What have I learnt and reiterated in 2015? 
Staying inspired and creative means being around the inspirational, creative hard working ambassadors in Music. Losers are arrogant self important puppy dogs with the mentality of inexperience. Don’t insult the veterans!
  
Listening to other people’s ‘dreams’ and their ‘morals’ which they adapt and don’t practice. Helps me quickly lose respect and walk away from what used to be a shared dream! (Take notice when you are preaching, look within) So ones mentors are human. I listen. Take note. But ultimately follow my own path. It’s my life this time round you know! Talk the talk and yes please walk the walk. Lots of BS big words do not mean you are intelligent and actually good at something! We can all take extracts from dictionaries and copy and paste in meetings! Get to the actually point. Simplify and speak of real practical solutions to problems. Then just do it! Procrastination is the curse of the unmotivated.  

  
  I’ve witness arrogance off the scale: Translated : You slimy, self important, unlikable thing you! Enjoy where that ultimately gets you in the afterlife: wash, rinse, repeat! ;-o 

I’ve seen selfishness in its raw self pitying, ‘poor me’ form. My only solution after advising is to disassociate myself. .. Or get stoned! 
But I’ve met more inspiring people: what’s magic? Their Aura, their drive, their insight, their intelligence. It’s a social ‘turn on.’ 
  
  Food: take away the media, the guilt, the preachers, the common sense. Hot pots, more greenery this year than last and avocados, water has replaced the majority of liquids. Still a way to go. But … Right direction changing habits. Dedication to the Gym membership is a must! My Xmas present from Ange antisocial exercise bike sits in front of the TV. I can shut the mad world out. Sweating in comfort.  

  
 I initially dreaded hitting 40. But you know what. It’s pretty good! Calmer in some ways. Busy, satisfying. As one evolves. You found the good friends one one hand. Maybe 2. The driftwood that has floated away for whatever reason. Happened. It takes 2 to tango. We are busy. Not an excuse. If people want to be in our lives. There is a requirement on their part to make an effort too. I’m quite happy having a ‘Facebook’ friendship from the comfort of my loo! There I schedule time in to update you all what I’m up to. 

  

 Unsubscribing is still a great tool on FB! I’m a tad rubbish after my busy day job and music, art, other things, personal life, sleep, shit, shaves, showers. Ange is the social one that organised things. Thank the power of Greyskull and Valhalla that our phones ‘joint diary.’ Now that technology is great! 

Next to do…. Continue what we are doing : Priorities: Health, Home business building, Music, buying house, California. More adventures in Clange = Law of attraction….. 
~ Claudine 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Recovery, lurgy, brandy = Sorted! 

Recovery for me from the latest ‘winter lurgy’ is aided by numerous distractions. One the initial sore throat, congestion, aches, feeling outside myself occurs. The all night murmurs of night nurse sooth my sleep. Upon waking it’s just wrong. Dragging oneself to work, when the duvet would be my tomb and my healing womb. The cats my nurses. Sitting on my chest and tummy like the fluffy residue that has ejaculated during morning showers. Should be illegal. Sickness policies also punish and ensure guilt for the genuine. Today the irritating cough throat tickle has subsided. My sinuses of course are behind the times. They need to calm and embalm with fresh forests, springtime and sunshine. Oh how I miss the daylight. How I currently crave blue skies in what seems… An existence of a mole in the dark.
  

Every year I promise myself it’s going to be different. Even though health improvements have been initiated. I was struck with the lurgy lightening bolt. Wow… It’s tiresome! I lived. I live. The feeling of rebirth upon full recovery is rather astounding. Fresh and fanciful. After stayed death and rancid pools of snot and a subsidiary of phlegm.co.uk 
As all around are dropping like flies. Filling chairs in Doctors surgeries. Being told to drink water and take paracetamol by pharmacies. 

  
Hot real lemon and Manuka honey. Water. Green tea. Bananas. Apples. Multi vitamins and minerals. Avocados took me to the mellowing.   
Sometimes ones had that many viruses. It gets a little easier. 

Brandy made it better tonight. 

  

Don’t be my Valentine

During my single times. I was a lost and lonely pickle, a bit of a broken and insecure woppit. Limping from one mess to another. Valentines day only served to remind me of the fact no-one loved me. While friends and relatives made a point of it.   You know, the day when (mainly) the women you work with ‘surprisingly and very publicly’ receive flowers. Then act surprised.  Well.. shit would hit the fan if the other half forgot!  My years in retail saw many panicked blokes last minute shopping for said flowers and chocolate. Only to be many times questioned by wife as to how fat they looked. Then lying…. Today after over 5 years committed to my soul mate. We don’t celebrate Valentines Day. Love is every day!

This marketing frenzy occurs but once a year. New Kidlets conceived, as sex, cuddles and sensuality is allowed for one night only, except birthdays and Xmas, or when drunk. How many suffer loveless marriages and relationships craving it? Pretending and presenting is good huh?   I can only comment on being lucky at last.  A woman loving a woman. We don’t have kids and don’t want kids. We are entitled to live a life and actually are fulfilled without them. Contrary to what some would believe. The peacock ruffles its feathers and shows off the pretence of love. Momentarily happy, during a lifetime of discontent. What once was fresh and new, became a chore. To some became a waking nightmare.  It takes effort, conviction and true belief to ensure true happiness in life. Blaming others for your misery really is your choice. Convenience is easy. Material goods won’t give you the memories you truly realize too late on your deathbed.

You see true love doesn’t need to celebrate itself on set days. True love is special moments always. Without money being thrown at it. Love to me doesn’t cost money. Love is given without consequence to the love of life. Our whispers and private conversations are not to be blogged and written about by me. An especially sweet everythings that were spoken last night. Those moments travel like comets into the universe for all time. Sex, affection, connection is amazing when its meant to be. From someone who never thought anyone would love me. It all worked out fine. For that I am grateful every day.

True love is keeping the spark ignited. The passion embraced. True love is the shiver down your spine. The creeping up behind. The kiss that just gets better. The fart, the cough, the laughter. The petty arguments, the sharing of food over a romantic dinner (not on Valentines Day) The taking time to make an effort, to listen to each other, to respect each other, appreciating each other.  Sorting out problems before they destroy harmony. True love is knowing every day that your love lights you up. True love is the absolute unconditional fear that if your soul mate disappeared from your life. You would crumble to dust.

When that shining light surrounds your world together. Cherish it. Make every day special. Not just dictated one that ultimately is designed to make retailers and restaurants a shit load of money.

Then what does Ange go and do in my workplace?

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