Ok, before anyone else asks me- I AM NOT GOING BACK TO AMERICA- which I screamed out in the middle of Cathedral Green, to which an old lady passing by replied "Hope you have a nice trip"- urg.

Ok, a bit randomly, but seemingly relevant since I am a festival chick, and live with an excellent guitarist, many of you often ask me what my "type" of music is. Look at the pictures below, and never again ask me that question- I do not have a type, types are for ordinary people, chavs and pikeys- of which I am none.

 Flipronn, Glastonbury 2005

Another of my heros, unmusic-related, is Frida Kahlo-  if you are a teenager and/or a "Cullomptonian"(sorry to make this generalisation) then you will probably think this is very sad, and/or very boring, but I would like to advise the more sofisticated viewers of this site to watch the film "Frida"- it is absolutly amazing, and if your mind is broad enough it may well change some part of your life.

This is a photo of the painting "Burning Bed". Im not very clear as to whether or not Frida Kahlo painted it, but I do believe so. However it may have been painted after her cremation. After doing some research I found this statement about the myth surrounding her cremation -

What is the story surrounding Frida's cremation?
I don't know if this is true, and I'm not sure if anyone does know for sure, but legend has it that when mourners gathered to watch Frida's cremation, a sudden blast of heat from the open incinerator doors blew her body bolt upright. Her hair was on fire from the flames, and blazed around her head like a halo. Frida's lips appeared to break into a seductive grin just as the doors closed shut. Thus, she gave her audience one last shock.

In the film she states that she would rather be burned than buried since she had spent most of her life lying down, and didnt want to spend her death lying down aswell. You must understand of course that it would have been quite out of the ordinary for her to be cremated in 1950's Mexico. Any aspiring artists out there, go look up some of her work, especially her later work(she began painting after she was horrifically injured in a bus crash in 1925).

"I drank to drown my pain, but the damned pain learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good behavior." - Frida Kahlo

Just got back from Glastonbury, a big surprise as right up to the last few weeks I didn't think I was going- I often say its gotten old, and a little too modern- the crowd is different, the vibe is different, and we've entered a world were Emily Eavis is taking over, booking people like Kylie Minogue- Kylie Minogue! Well we certainly can't have that. As it happened, due to her illness, Kylie was at the very last minute replaced by Basement Jaxx- a much better suited band to headline the main stage on Sunday night- and yes, I was there, right at the front with my 6"2 sexy drummer to protect me- it was absolutly awsome.

I've been going to these festivals for 14 years, and I've never really been that interested in getting squashed fighting my tiny 4"11 self down to the front row, but with a 6"2 drummer with attitude as my faithful companion- I felt I could do anything! We got down there for Primal Scream, so yes- aswell as my fear of crowds, I also conquered my fear of mosh pits! Another wonderful photo opportunatity, but stupidly I missed it- Tom kept picking me up, showing me the 70,000 people that were piling up behind me, but every time he picked me up by my waist, his arm over my sholder bag, meaning I couldn't get to my camera. However, I did take one photo entering the field, on a slight hill- quite wonderful I think!

I did 2 open mics over the weekend- not hugely spectacular- I remember the day where an open mic consisted of 3 poems, not just 1! And each time I performed, it was in the brief moments of spontanious sunshine, which meant I was performing to about 10 people, rather than the 30odd that were there when it was pissing it down with rain!

Ah, nicely done- I was looking for a way to bring that up- for those of you who saw it on the news, papers, or wherever else it was broadcast(I hear it was pretty big?), we survived the storm! I only realised getting back into the real world just how scary it looked on TV, and on leaving the site on Monday evening we found out the site was 20 minutes away from being evacuated due to health and safety- however we were on the hill, on the other side of the valley, and while we were running around like maniacs at 6am trying to drain the water from our stall, we were totally unaware of the masacre that was building up down in Babylon. I went down there with my camera(proper little journalist that I am!) a few hours later, and it was horrific. Several ft of water had built up in the valley, causing tents to float away, stock to be damaged, and possibly to worst hangover ever. Fortunatly, there were no known deaths, though 1 had been reported but this doesn't have very strong back-ups, and by Friday evening everyone was co-operating together and determined to have a good time. However, the license to have a stall down there is around £5000, and many of these are clothes stalls- the stock damage combined with everything else was enough to send some of these people into bankrupsy. There were people sat outside there stalls in chairs in the middle of the flood with their head in their hands- as a stall holder it was a terrible sight, one that brought tears to my eyes.

But, like I said, by Saturday the water had been drained, leaving knee-deep sticky, squelchy mud that is neither welly proof, nor walking stick proof- we banned Jerry from going down to the main stage! Becuase of this I missed all the acts I was going to see on Saturday night including Keane, Coldplay and The Kaiser Chiefs- absolutly gutted, but stayed in my own field to watch a new band named Flipron, who are absolutly insane, and totaly wonderful! Who needs big names and thousands of people when you can stay on home ground and give support to a group who may very well be huge in a few years time!

Lead singer of Flipron, Jesse, playing the Croissant Neuf, Saturday afternoon.

Right, that was my big anual Glastonbury rant- I shall be posting some more pics, and some more poetry soon, so don't abandon the site, keep checking, and keep leaving me messages in the guestbook- I'm very sad and don't have a life, and it makes me feel so wonderful to see people bothering to comment in there!

Sending out spakle, angels and pink frogs with yellow daisys up their bottoms for good luck and general niceness, I hope to see all of you in the very near future,

All my love, Roxi xxxxxxxxxxx

Welcome to Blonde Logic. My name is Roxanne, I am 16 and have recently moved to Michegan, USA, after living in Devon, South-West England for the last 9 years.

I have developed this site to share with you my love for poetry. As a survivor of abuse, and a depressive I found words to be all I had to express myself. However my words became too powerful for me to deal with on my own, so last year I began performing. I do open mic sessions around my home town and hope to find some here in Michegan too. My proudest moment in performance was doing the open mic at Glastonbury Festival for the last 2 years, and this year I read "Mouse On Meds" on the site radio, Radio Avalon. 

The background to this page is an image of a traditional Maori dance, Poi. The background image is fire poi, but beginners, and those like me too clumsy to be safe with twirling fire use the standard material poi.                                Poi and Staff spinners are now common across the globe with more people starting everyday and the art being advanced quicker than ever before.

The Poi was used, many years ago, by the indigenous Maori people of New Zealand to increase their flexibility and strength in their hands and arms as well as improving coordination.

Wahine (female) dancers perform the Maori Poi, a dance performed with balls attached to flax strings, swung rhythmically.

The Poi dance was originally used by the Maori women for keeping their hands flexible for weaving and by the men for strength and coordination required during battle. Poi are also used as a training aid for other ancient weapons like the Mere or Patu (Short club).

I first discovered poi at Glastonbury festival, where I purchased my first set, but I didnt learn to use them untill a close friend also got into it, and became very good very quickly. She has now moved on to fire poi, but I am still in the pitifull beginners forum. 

To find out more about poi, visit www.homeofpoi.com

I would like to use this site to keep my friends and family back in England updated on my poetry and spiritual growth. I am currently back in England untill the beginning of January for an escape of the new scenery that ive just entered, and to make a lousy attempt at catching up on Meghann's poi skills(ha!).

When I return to Detroit, still 4ft11 and patheticly midget like, I would love you to check up on the site as my poetry expands with my mind, and hopefully I'll get hold of a decent camera, and I can share with you an insight into America's most dangerous city through the eyes of a teenager with half a plastic brain(sorry, all of those new to us, you may just have to let that one slide).

To my darling sister-now you can check up on me wherever the two of us may be in the world. Love you, Raz.

Sending out love, light, blessings and angels to everyone, blessed be.

Soon I will be adding more on my seperate life at Glastonbury Festival, and the trip to California that changed my life.

Here are a few awsomly cool links you must check out-

1. www.deviantart.com - an amazing site for artists, poets, photographers, and the generally creative where you can post your work, admire others, and join a wonderful community. My gallery on the site is www.mouseonmeds.deviantart.com 

2. My best mates site, for young poisters and generally insane people- www.freewebs.com/koalabreath

3. This got me in hysterics for hours- and was in my head for days! A fantastic song about llamas- www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php

4. Another site for young poisters- www.homeofpoi.co.uk

5. www.carrotclan.com - Hehe, Lukes site- not much I can say- we hate potatos!

6. www.freewebs.com/potatoesrus

7. www.angelfire.com/creep/exeterfiremeet/  Here you will learn what the slightly odd teenagers of devon get up to on thursday nights in exeter cathedral green......