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December Blog of the Month December 1, 2008

Filed under: blog — twelvebeads @ 5:48 pm
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The Hopeless Variety

The Hopeless Variety

Parker L. Holland, Michigan, United States 51 year old recovering alcoholic artist. Since I had my moment of clarity a few 24 hours ago I cannot stop drawing and creating things out of found objects.  Outsider/visionary in the truest sense of the word.  I have also included some pictures of the kinds of things I enjoy collecting and seeing.

My artwork is helping illustrate a new documentary.  It’s a feature length documentary, produced by Josh Hays, written by Sherri L. VandenAkker, titled “My Name is Bette: Portrait of an Alcoholic Woman.”  The film examines women and alcoholism, including women’s risk factors for becoming alcoholic and relapsing and how the disease manifests itself in women.  The film is currently in production; the premier is scheduled for November 23rd in Boston, Ma.  More details later.

Visit Alcoholic Outsider Artist to see more of his work~


Sober Musicians November 5, 2008

Filed under: forums,music — twelvebeads @ 1:51 pm
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From our mission statement…

…Our aim is to help one another. Although you will see here and there references and links to many recovery programs, it is our wish that this website,
Sober Musicians
remain non denominational. Meaning we don’t get into stupid arguments about which way is better to get and stay sober.

There are plenty other forums and message boards on the Web to join and argue the merits of our recovery programs, if we have one. With that said, let this be our Mission Statement, for lack of a simpler term.

…My friend Gooch calls it our Tablature. A place for sober artists of every stripe, or those sobering up. A Sober Studio if you will, that our music and art may thrive beyond our addiction.

One more crucial thing, folks… You gotta be wanting to have fun if you visit the forums!

For years, we played music in bars, or Pete’s garage on Friday Nights, or on the corner of Portage and Main, watching the dimes and quarters drop in the case… Some of us played until our fingers lost their touch… Some of us played until the notes inside our minds exhausted themselves into staccato silences…

Most of us played loaded with alcohol and drugs, believing they were the fuel to express our passion, a way to transcribe that which we felt was our link to the cosmic, the divine, the undefinable… In these pages, in no particular order or organized fashion, are our stories, our hopes and fears, our joys and sorrows, past and present.

We’re Treating Life Well now…

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