Smash House and Other Helpful Games to Play

Smash House! It's a place I go when I am ready to jump out of my skin with angst. I smash dishes and shove TV's out the 3rd story window. I knock out walls with a sledge hammer and make fire-wood out of the chairs with my chainsaw. I sing my ditty: Smash House! It cheers me up every time. Smash vividly and there is no mess to clean.

Use the 'Squish Test' when people puzzle you and you can't figure out from whence they come. The Squish Test: Grab your enigma and squeeze. Squeeze as hard as you can and then some, until you see what comes out. If it's dust and ashes, the promises are empty. If it is an oily goo, you should probably run.

'About Face!' This is the name of the game when you have to change your direction rather abruptly. For example, I worked hard to get my college degree. I did well in school. But when I actually tried to teach: About Face!
I waited tables, a job much more suitable to Gypsy jugglers. It may look frivolous to the outside world, but I think the 'About Face' is crucial for survival.

My goal is to spend my days loving what I do, and doing what I love. I see that I have grown an orchard, which took time. I have fruits of many hues. I am famous for my fruit, but no one knows it yet. This is the life of the artist.

Bed of Roses MP3

Bed of Roses

You Can Get What You Want

1) Visualize it

2) Want it

3) Believe it is yours

My Children and My Delegation

Of all the things I have done, I am most proud of being a mother.
I rarely write about my children:
1) They are grown
2) They are so precious to me, my words never seem to suffice
3) I think they might not like it
4) I would never want them to not be able to share something with me for fear of it being in print
5) I prefer speaking to them directly instead of writing about them
6) Much of my writing is fueled by angst which not all of us have.
Cool-headed Katherine handles business.
KD is the one who flies free,who writes, and paints, and loves the stage. (And is angst-ridden)
Kathy is entirely unavailable. There is no outside world for her. We used to mean to her, I hate to confess, but you don't know how nerve wracking it is to be with someone who cries all the time. So it got better because we just gave her a rocking chair and gave her back her own special babies, and presto! The tears were gone.
Sam said he was lucky. He was the only one to meet Angel and Gypsy Nurse.
There are others. Each has a job to do.
The trickiest part is when two of you have to be in the same place at the same time.
I used to be always able to keep them apart until Sam.
He insisted and persisted until he met my sons and daughter.
KD and 'Mom' are from different worlds.
Sam was curious later why I was acting so strange.
My kids wondered the same thing.
When my sons started jamming with Sam, we all learned to accept a 'Mom,' me, that is also KD, me.
But at first I was discombobulated.

I designed several album covers. There will be a Sams album some day. We have an album in pieces in the studio, but none of us has had the heart to finish it yet.

Do you wear many faces?

Wear many faces, child, to keep things interesting.

Who am I?

I am my experience, my experiment.

I am the control and the variable.

Mind's Eye

Creating is like giving birth.

You must stop talking and let your creation burst forth from you like a secret.

More Questions

Why are we here?

Does everything happen for a reason?

People who believe everything happens for a reason are happier people.But are they happier because they find reason in everything after things happen, or is it true?

These things make me very curious

I Like Questions Like

What came first, the chicken or the egg?
What is the nature of GOD?
As a child I pictured a giant roaring through the skies on his throne, but when I was a child, I spake like a child, until it was time to put aside my childish ways.
So no zooming thrones, yet still I wonder, and wonder.
My views changed as I learned the Bible was written way after the crucifiction of Christ.
I pictured the Bible as a newspaper, and learned it was more like historical fiction.
And then I learn about Gilgamesh, and where does that leave Noah?

And More Faces

Faces

Faces

I've always liked faces.

It Was Fun While It Lasted/The Sams One Minute Movie on YouTube

The Sams First and Only Movie! The soundtrack is an excerpt from a spontaneous jam by Winston-Salem, NC band, The Sams. Visually, see what it is to be a Sam in a colorful and frenetic collage.

I like the sense of adventure and discovery that comes from playing guitar. I'd rather discover sounds I like than be taught. I'd rather jump into painting with both hands than learning all the rules which supposedly you cannot break if you do not know. I couldn't have been a musician or an artist if I had to be trained. To me, it would be like squeezing all the fun out of it.

For myself, I prefer to jump in and explore.

My roadblocks shaped me.

I wanted to sing, so I wanted to play guitar. I was frustrated trying to learn other people's songs, so I started writing my own. I had trouble using a guitar pick so I played with my fingers. I had trouble with paintbrushes so I painted with my fingers.

You can do things on your own terms if you keep the focus on what you can, rather than can't do, in any given situation.

The Sams

Doug Williams, KD Rouse, Dave Toaster Seward, Sam Moss

I Want Reba to Cover My Song Estelle

MP3: Estelle by KD Rouse c.1998

KD Rouse/Sam Moss

It was fun while it lasted

Intriguing Questions Fuel My Daydreams...

For example:

"Does everything happen for a reason?"

It's a big question disguised in 6 simple words.

"Why are we here?"

4 little words.

"Why?"

"Why Not?"

"How?"

1/2/1 word(s) that can keep you busy for a lifetime.

Sometimes

KD at Doug Williams Electromagnetic Radiation Recorder Studio
Working on the still unfinished 'The Sams' album

Ideas pour through me, but I've never been a big talker, except a rare sometimes.

I'd rather write.

I like the pace, and the way it clears my head when ideas cross and crissy-cross.

My guitar cords jump into a tangled mess. So too, my head unless I write lists upon lists, songs, and such.

Sometimes I'd rather sing you my answers and philosophies.

Sometimes I've gotten so full of music, I can't hold it all. Then I have painted in silence, letting the music swirl from my fingers until I can think straight.

KD Rouse paintings/KD at Sam Moss Guitar Shop Wintston-Salem, NC