Mikki Brisk

    Okay y’all. From time to time, Rock Camp will put out a little video. You know – for your enjoyment. Sometimes these videos are re-caps of showcase performances. Sometimes they’re scenes from camp. Well, there’s a new video…

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    The other night I did something I rarely do. I went to an R&B show.   This wasn’t my first time seeing the vocal trio, KING. I heard them a few years ago at Rock Camp for Girls…

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    Tonight I’m supposed to be at a dream concert: Ennio Morricone conducting his own music. I say I’m supposed to be there because I won’t be there. Signore Morricone suffered an injury a while back and had to…

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    This past week’s creative endeavor was a song. I hate to not sound like a broken record, but I don’t have anything for you to actually hear on this front.   Anyhoo, here in my little world, schedules…

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      I am incredibly grateful to call the 4 amazing women in “Raining Jane” my friends.   I first met Mai at Song School in Lyons, Colorado. Because I adored her, I started following her career. While reading…

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    I painted “This Town” for a very specific purpose: to donate to Rock Camp For Girls Los Angeles. I wanted to contribute something they could (hopefully) auction off as part of their fundraising. Because the Go-Go’s song of…

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“Jump in and feel it Your invitation to freedom Enjoy this moment Believe, Wonder, Love” Jump In words and music by “Wonderlove”     This past weekend just about killed me.     “Ladies Rock Camp” rolled around on the…

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    I spent most of yesterday in recovery-mode.   The weekend was dedicated to Ladies Rock Camp. It was hard-core. It was hard. It was worth it.   I’ll post about it in a couple of days, but for…

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    Today will find me working the first day of Ladies Rock Camp. That means an early start (which is sooooooooooo not Rock & Roll) and a late night (which is sooooooooooo very Rock & Roll). It will be an…

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    It’s Record Store Day, y’all – internationally. Always on the 3rd Saturday of April, this day touches a soft spot in my heart.   Back in my yute, I worked in a record store and it may have…

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