Poems

What do you see?

 

 

 

 

What do you see when you look

in the mirror?

Who do you see

when you look inside?

Do you see the shining wonder?

The spark of joy?

The thrill of life’s ride?

What do you see when you look around you?

What is your window to the world?

Can you imagine anything more exciting than letting your Light, Spark, and Thrill unfurl?

Be the mirror, Be the window… Be the world…

XOXOXOX,

Jen of the Sun


Ride On…

 

 

 

Ride On…
Let your passion inspire you
Ride On…
Let your journey begin
Ride On…
Let the wind awaken you.
Ride on
Light the fire within.
Ride on…
Through the beauty and the bounty
Ride on…
Over mountains and desert plains
Ride on…
Sitting in your suffering
Ride on…
Loving through your pain.
This is your journey…
Get on your bike, your path,
your broom, your skateboard,
your magic carpet, your pickup truck,
your wheelchair, your imagination…
and Ride On….
Right On…:)
Jen

To your health…

Our bodies breakdown… it is part of life itself.
Our spirits shatter… it is the primal way we grow… emotionally.
Our relationships bend, and sometimes break… this too is how we learn, expand… and heal.
If we have a compassionate awareness of our broken spots… we can begin to accept, understand, nurture, focus, and reach out to friends and experts… and heal.
I believe the healing is why we are on Earth.
May you nurture your broken spots…
Perfectly imperfect,
Jen

We are connected…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are connected… anyway.

Help your neighbor… it lifts all boats.

Listen to your enemy … with an open mind.

Sit in your breath… the world breathes together.

Open your heart… your Truth awaits.

Feel your symptoms… your body is talking.

Honor the Earth… She is home for all.

Connect with your highest Self… always available.

May your connections be real, true, healthy, and joyous…

We are One.


What Makes You Happy?

Notice…
Is it money? or what money brings to you?
Is it the sun? or the energy you feel from it?
Is it your lover? or loving and being loved?
Is it chocolate? or the sweetness of choice?
What makes you happy?
Is it serving? or the satisfaction in making a difference?
Is it creating? or is it the knowing that you’ve tapped into Source?
Is it winning? or is it a moment of fully living in your potential?
Feel underneath what it is that Lights you Up…
and do it more, again, still….
I see the Light in You…
Jen

 

 

 

Use it or Lose it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Use your strength… or lose it.

Use your mind… or lose it.

Use your joy, your presence, your peace…

 

Use your greed… or lose it.

Use your fear… or lose it.

Use your worry… or lose it.

 

Use your money… or you might as well lose it.

Use your talent… or lose it.

Use your generosity… or lose it.

 

We are who we are… changing constantly.

With the ever-available opportunities to be present and aware… kind and grateful.

How fun? How exciting? How dramatic? How Powerful?

Use your life… or lose.

 

Listen…


Listen…

To your body… pain or sore?

To your words… dark or light?

To your breathing… easy or tight?

To your heart… it is always right.

 

Listen…

To your Mom … wisdom and time…

To your dreams… truth in the night.

To your the Earth… she is whispering…

To your Soul… Love without fright.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Off Road Drumming

Ok… last one… MD published a few my health tips for working drummers… it still applies…:)

Thanks for reading!

 

OFF ROAD DRUMMING…….

by Jennie Hoeft

Imagine spending 4 hours a night on a busy airport runway, without earplugs….

Imagine yourself as the baggage clerk, loading, hauling, and heaving heavy luggage.

Imagine yourself as a bartender, pleasing customers, breathing everyone’s smoke, and yelling “drink, drink, drink!!!!”

Now, picture yourself as the conductor of a fine symphony. Ears open, in tune with every player on the stage, master of your craft, and the center of musicality for the next two hours. We, as drummers, are all of these, simultaneously. We expose our bodies to unbelievable physical trauma. Our lungs, ears, spines, hands, feet, and tailbone, all absorb the pounding and abuse of our career choice. And after playing drums for 25 years,

I believe that I am addicted.

It is pure adrenaline addiction. It’s a different buzz than caffiene or sugar…a more gradual “total body” drug that takes effect as soon as you begin hauling the gear. I know I am addicted because the more I played, the more I began craving the adrenaline during the day. This led to a “day gig” of teaching aerobics and fitness…once again beating up my body to conduct and please the people! Loud music excites me. The energy of a crowd challenges me. And well, the drinking and smoking…props in a production. So…love it, or not, we must acknowledge the risks and then take every measure possible to protect our bodies. A personal trainer friend of mine explained his reason for maintaining his body: “ I never want my mind, to be limited by my body.”

So, beyond the addiction of the adrenaline, here are a few ways that we can protect our bodies against the “elements”.

Lungs. This is a toughy.(I don’t smoke, but I have breathed enough second hand smoke to be an addict here too.) Whether you smoke or not, the less smoke you breathe in the better, so take breaks outside, (not in the smoking area). Place a small fan behind you to blow smoke away from your face. And, if you’re miserable, buy a personal “air supply” device. It is a small air cleanser, worn around the neck. It looks goofy, but works great!

Ears. A popular injury that cannot be underdiscussed. I have friends that vow to never wear earplugs because it makes the music “feel funny”. I agree. BUT, I would rather adapt and learn how to make it feel good, than sustain permanent hearing loss. The “musicians earplugs” are the closest thing to real that I have felt. They are molded to your ear and come with filters of varying degrees (from 5-35dbs). They cost about $65 per ear.

Spine. Our upper back stores the tension of extended arms and heavy shoulders. Our mid and lower back absorb the weight and tension of heavy lifting. Combined, our spine takes quite a “beating” so to speak. Erect and relaxed posture is the number one solution to these ailments. Utilizing your body in the most efficient way allows the spine to support you instead of “protect” you. Tension and pain are ways the body signals that something inappropriate or dangerous is happening. Video tape yourself playing (or hauling gear), and study ways to improve your posture and “effort factor”. The best athletes and dancers make their feats seem effortless. This is goal, and it will save your BACK!

Hands and Feet. Wear gloves when carting the gear. Give yourself regular hand (and foot) massages. Wear cushioned, comfortable shoes. Warm up your body before you play. Your extremities will be more relaxed and nimble with fair warning (ten minutes).

I rotate chinese badding balls (without letting them touch) in my hands, to reduce stress.

I use the same iron balls to roll my feet over and stretch my weary arches. It feels great!

Tailbone. The fragile, weight-bearing anchor that is often ignored. BUY A QUALITY THRONE!!!! If you were a professional runner, would you skimp on shoes? Another remedy for reducing stress in this area was offered to me by a yogi master in Tucson.

He suggested sitting on a carpet with hands clasped in front of your knees. Keeping your chin to your chest, gently roll your body backwards, and then forwards, keeping the spine curved against the floor. Do 5 rolls in the morning, 5 before bed, and 5 before a gig. This energizes and rejuvenates each vertebrae, and dissolves excess tailbone tension.

Keeping your body healthy is like taking care of your car. You don’t have to do it, but it will run so much longer (and stronger), if you do.

Good luck and good health!!!!!

Sell, Give, Pass it On…

Another flash from my Modern Drummer files…. just wanted to post this story about letting go…

This is about drums, jobs, love, and perhaps life itself….

Thanks for reading…

(PS. If Brain Setzer, Tom Jones, Stevie, or Prince call… I want the drums BACK please!)

SELL, GIVE, PASS IT ON.

Drums aren’t meant to be in closets.

Drums aren’t meant to be in attics.

Drum cases are only for moving drums…

Drums aren’t meant to be stored.

Drums are meant to be under brilliant lights…the sun, when sometimes.

Drums are meant to be shared, donated, given, bartered, and sold.

Drums are communication, the heartbeat, the essence…

Drums are meant to be played.

My question…Why is it next to impossible to let them go?

Why will we save, store, and stack drum after drum, kit after kit?

What is the idea behind using a road case for a table, to save space?

Why will we forgo style and design to sustain our collection of instruments?

As I watched with a thick swallow, while two of my four drumsets were driven away today, I saw years of dreams and memories flood through me, and out of me. It had taken me three years of waffling before I could actually offer my babies to my two dear friends to try out. I had been wanting to create space in my cramped house, wanting to release the guilt of not putting to use all of my tools, and needing the action of letting go to initiate a deep, primal fear in me. I wanted to face this fear, and kiss it goodbye.

I had owned the Ludwig drumset since highschool! I had such emotional ties to that mahogany kit, playing it in the garage, then in my bedroom when no one was home, then at my first audition at Busch Gardens. I remember struggling with the bigness of it, the weight of it, and all the while marveling at its beauty under the lights of the outdoor theme-park stage. It was so beautiful! I was honored and in awe of the instrument, awkwardly asking it to dance… and my enthusiasm, honest innocence, and balls, made me a perfect  candidate for the trade of MUSICIAN.

I was hungry for a tool, a passion, a mentor, a man to tell me I was good at something. My mom’s boyfriend mentioned that I had good rhythm, the teacher explained how difficult the path was, and I was hooked! Approval and a challenge?…count me in. but this did not explain my sheer attraction to the drumset. I loved mine, shining there on the stage, but I really loved any drumset under the lights. The glistening chrome, the velvet wood, the bright polished cymbals….who wouldn’t want to touch them? Play with them?

Collect them?…forever?

Well I hadn’t planned on anything really… just held on to the path to see where it would go. My red magony Ludwigs took me all the way through college, through graduate school, and into my first year of Nashville, and I cried today as I watched my good friend

load them in his truck

and drive away.

See, the last year of their life, they were in a closet…set up, ready to be pulled out in case I need a quick at-home rehearsal kit or simply felt like hitting them…but in a year, I never did. And I believe the rule “use it or lose it”. If I haven’t worn something in a year, I most likely never will… but somebody will.

Clothes are meant to be worn.

Money is meant to be spent.

Drums are meant to be played!!!

Why can’t we let go?

Change is hard. Our original plan didn’t manifest, yet we wear the blueprints as necklace…reminding us of our initial intent, like we had anything to do with the plan anyway. Selling or letting go of the necklace allows for the real jewelry to manifest. The intended plan can come your way if you have the space and the openness to breathe it in. The blueprint necklace is an unnecessary weight that assumes it has control. There is no such thing. By letting go of what we think the path is, we can allow the true path to enter our thoughts.

So by not using the drums, I was doing them a disservice. What right do I have to not let them be of service? I must let go with honor and confidence and be happy that my years of growing up are now going to aid in someone else’s path. Sniff.smile.

And then, in the same day…my gorgeous Gretschs’…my top-of-the-line, romantically lustrous, burnt-orange masterpieces…that hadn’t left their big road cases in over two years, were gone. My drums that had seen theatre tours, arenas and national tv, that had inspired fans to want my autograph, that had been bounced and unloaded throughout North America…that made me shine. Well they weren’t helping me shine any in those dusty cases. As a matter of fact, they were killing me. It hurt to imagine someone else playing them. It hurt even worse to imagine me not playing them. But I wasn’t, and I couldn’t find a thread of desire to return to that lifestyle…so why was I hanging on??

Did I think they would look good in the Jennie Hoeft Museum?

Did I think that someday Stevie Wonder would call and I would still own the perfect kit?? Or was I just too full of pride to admit that I didn’t have it.

I don’t have it. I have the love, the talent even…but I want other things more.

I said it.

Ouch.

Dave picked up my gorgeous albatross this afternoon…just to feel them out.

And I watched his eyes sparkle as the sun hit the chrome as he loaded them into his truck. I could feel his child coming out…the part that loves shiny silver and real stained wood. The child that must still live in me as I well up with pride and tears…the mixture of being joyful and torn at a going away party.

But the woman in me prevails.

I am here to experience. I am here to educate. Drums are here for the same reasons…reasons that cannot be heard in a closet.

I play jazz three nights a week with my other two drumsets. They are as much a part of me as my fitness routine…my daily reminder that I am a human being with tools within and outside of my body, that help me along.

My fear of getting fat lets me know that the fitness routine will prevail, and my desire to be alive lets me know that music, that drumming, will never let me go.

Wooten Woods… then and now

The Jam!Me and the Michigan Drummers!

 

I was invited to teach a yoga/music/life class today at Wooten Woods… an incredible group of 53 high school jazzers booked the camp for the weekend! Brilliant! Jack, the jazz director understood what it takes to turn on lightbulbs… and combining nature, Victor Wooten, and all of the players… well… it will change you forever. Below is a piece I wrote about Vic’s camp in 2002… Modern Drummer published it, and it still applies…. enjoy…

On the left… Eric Struthers, Eric Silver, Bob Franceschini, Victor Wooten, Jeff Coffin, Roland Barber, Regi Wooten, Derrico Watson, Rod McGaha, Kartlon Taylor, and on… and on….

On the right… me and the jazz drummers from Michigan!!! What a great bunch!

 

    BASS NATURE CAMP 2002

 

I was the lone drummer in a room of 65 bass players. What could I learn here? Why would a drum magazine want to know about Victor Wooten’s Bass/Nature Camp?

1)     Bass players are our partners. We want to make each other happy. Might as well figure out who they are and what they like.

2)    Victor Wooten, Grammy award winning bass player with Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, has played with the best drummers in the world and is a marvelous, insightful teacher. He has combined his mastery of the bass and his deep respect for Nature, in a way that continues to challenge him, keeping him young, excited, fresh and open. Who couldn’t learn something there?

3)    Nature? I’m a drummer… why do I want to be in the woods with a bunch of bass players, building fires, learning survival techniques, and exploring animal tracks? Why not? Being scared (of bugs, ticks, darkness, animal sounds), being aware (of feeling the earth with my bare feet), being brave (by learning to start a fire with my bare hands)…made me AWAKE! When I played drums with the camp on the first night of the camp, I was already a different person. Nature opened me up.

4)    Seth Ricarde, one of the nature teachers, explained that “nature is a universal language”. Music is too. Expanding the mind, expands the ability

to be musical.

5)    The 60 bass players had a team spirit…much like drummers do. They were of all ages, all levels of ability, and from all over the world. They supported each other like a drum circle would. No wonder we are partners.

6)    The legendary Chuck Rainey, one of the most recorded bass players in history, gets his inspiration from the drummer! “ I hear those ghost notes and little fills…it makes me create!”

7)    J.D. Blair, (drummer for Take 6, Shania Twain, Victor Wooten) embodies the spirit of the camp. He plays with an even mix of solid groove and solid space. He listens more than he talks.

8)    I can walk in the woods barefoot and blindfolded for 20 minutes, and play drums with more connection, and spirit than I have in a long, long time.

9)    Veteran Roy “FutureMan” Wooten, famous for his mind-blowing Drumitar invention and technique, slaaaams on the drumset. And newcomer Marcus  Finnie, with his fearless-filling and “open eyes, open ears, open spirit”, was loved by all 60 campers!

10)  As musicians, it is our job to learn, grow and share the music. I can’t think of better teachers than Victor Wooten and the woods.