Fantastically Fun Family-Friendly Film: Based on Real-Life Case, “Ace the Case: Manhattan Mystery” Tells Thrilling Story of 10-Year-Old Super Detective Girl

The Music Mom: Eileen Carey

Television and movies nowadays can sometimes be sketchy. If you’re like me, you are always searching for family-friendly entertainment. One of my favorite things to do is to take the kids to see some action-packed fun on the big screen, so I was very excited to hear that the suspenseful New York City mystery and family comedy caper Ace the Case: Manhattan Mystery will hit theaters on August 26.

Created by writer, director, and producer Kevin Kaufman (The Perfect Murder, I Married a Mobster), Ace the Case: Manhattan Mystery tells the story of a real-life NYPD case in which a brave and resourceful kid puts herself in danger to solve a crime.

Check out the exciting trailer to get a sneak peek and get to know the multi-talented star of Ace the Case: Manhattan Mystery as Ripley Sobo sings and dances her heart out…

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Live and So Alive: Why I Love Performing Live

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The Music Mom: Eileen Carey

Eileen Carey

This Friday I’ll be performing at the Orange County Fair in Sacramento, CA. As I prepare for the show, I am reminded of why I love performing live so much. Aside from the addicting adrenaline rush that every performer feels as they take the stage, there are several reasons why one of my favorite things to do as a musician is to perform my songs in a live setting.

I am fortunate enough to have fans who know my songs. I never take this for granted, as I am fully aware that not every musician can say the same. I’ve been blessed to see so many familiar faces at different shows. I have come to know many of these music lovers, and I am genuinely overwhelmed by their support.

I cannot describe the appreciation I feel for those who join me in singing my songs. These songs of mine…

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FROM A WORK IN PROGRESS CALLED

the mad rabbi

*****

Yom Kippur 

(Open E / C# minor 7sus/E)

our mortal coil is

but a snake oil,

gone as quickly

as the promise of

the first kiss.

ownership of self

lives in one’s fear

and not in one’s

E=mc2.

so release your spirit

with enthusiasm

into the paste of this

peculiar thing existence;

forever mindful of

being only one

in the foot thunder

of this great dance.

joey alkes 2009

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The Streets of Infraction/Distraction – Vanity vs the Taliban

80’s bands

I have been here more times than I can recall. It is frustrating.  I have been, after all these years, unable to tell the story as I saw it back then.  I get stuck. It just doesn’t interest me that much to spend that much time in my head about it, to get the details down enough to tell…

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Peter Never Had A Sense of Humor…..

crucifiction

crucifiction

Peter never had a sense of humor. He could laugh with the guys, but he was always really a very serious guy.

 I haven’t known him for years to be sure. Occasionally we would cross paths over some business between us, or at an occasional show that I’d drop in on, usually waving and splitting right after the show.

It reminds me of the time some years ago now when Charlie Rose asked Shawn Penn about Madonna, and Shawn answered, “Can’t say I know the woman.”

Be that as it may, maybe the truth is, Peter has a very ironic sense of humor that I just don’t understand as “a sense of humor,” but after all is. Above my head, as I once revealed to him.

Since Peter and Chris & I stopped writing together in the midst of the Plimsouls’ “Million Miles Away” driven resurrection and the 1982 release of Bomps 12” single, I will admit that Peter Case has always been an enigma to me.

I believe Peter Case is one of the true poets of his time, but has buried himself in antiquated forms, not that they aren’t valid historically, but diminish the audience you can reach. and I am not talking bucks here, but influence. and if you don’t think art and music influences, then you shouldn’t be reading this in the first place.

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cruci-fiction
(winter over yet?)
we trash ourselves along with those who trash us.

meatyOCCroTee – the essential mediocritizing software for a phil k. dick survival.
meteoc-row-tee – that great native rhetericonic evilutionary question of this game is how can I continue to create language while spell check automatically corrects everything I do, urging me to it’s meDioKCroTee. it’s like an organ they implant at birth to all they can possibly reach. the mediocrity moil!

is winter over yet?

you do not matter! what does is which side of the drama you have chosen to align yourself with..
…that is one thing you’re taught in “the bush.”

is winter over yet?

pickup truck lifetime
homesick
red n blue learning to drive
fucking it up it’s gears.
time release love-justice bomb;
taking the case to the public, while
holding back the really base thoughts in ur head.

if i don’t step up now, over an issue that
actually impacts my life, as this one does,
my ” progressive” rhetoric is just that,
“rhetoric;” an empty conversation
for the modern parlor game we call facebook.

boom babies and gen x,
the denial fix;
no better so fond of the dartboard.
“are we the enemy”?

is winter over yet??
is winter over yet??

I was here…we were preparing for the cold, the children were working with us hand and hand when out of the sky came the eagles eye of curiosity. dangerous instinct curiosity. is…. is winter over yet?

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snipers

snipers to the right,

to the left, think

i better run

for cover cause

I don’t think they’re

going to give it a rest.

fall to earth, the soul

that fell from grace;

dogma must be dogma must

be dogma must be replaced.

fill the vacuum, fill it up!

sergeant at arms sharpen your tongue,

before your arteries harden and crack in the sun.

*****************************************    we are broken (The System Is Broken) Because

 

the planet has turned more deadly and ugly;

perpetual violence is the expression of our failure.

the system is broken because we are broken.  

 

 

a lifetime of poverty has afforded me

a wealth of spiritual experience,

a currency immune to the song n’ dance

of competition .

 

I am broken because the system was broken

when I got here; but because It was.. I am broken.  

but the system is also broken because we are broken.

the system is broken because we are broken.  

no matter what you are or what you want to be,

u better be…. able to live broken…because

the system is broken because we are broken.  

the system is broken because u are broken.

the system is broken because I AM broken!

u are broken.

 

spent my whole life leading with my chin,

heart on my sleeve, took it out for a spin.

the system spoke and god was the man,

took whatever he wanted while

I buried my head in the sand.

 

the system is broken because I am broken

the system is broken because u are broken.  

the system is broken because w are broken.

 literal level spiritual postulate: “suck it up!”   

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FROM A WORK IN PROGRESS CALLED – THE MAD RABBI

WORK IN PROGRESS

at ur own risk.

FROM A WORK IN PROGRESS CALLED

the mad rabbi

*****

Yom Kippur 

(Open E / C# minor 7sus/E)

our mortal coil is

but a snake oil,

gone as quickly

as the promise of

the first kiss.

ownership of self

lives in one’s fear

and not in one’s

E=mc2.

so release your spirit

with enthusiasm

into the paste of this

peculiar thing existence;

forever mindful of

being only one

in the foot thunder

of this great dance.

joey alkes 2009

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The Streets of Infraction/Distraction – Vanity vs the Taliban

80’s bands

I have been here more times than I can recall. It is frustrating.  I have been, after all these years, unable to tell the story as I saw it back then.  I get stuck. It just doesn’t interest me that much to spend that much time in my head about it, to get the details down enough to tell it as I saw it then. Compared to the drama of life and death being played out all over the world who cares who played on what stage on what day in what hole we called clubs in the Hollywood  of the triple a (baseball metaphor for minor leagues) that created the shortest run of a music movement since  disco?

I don’t even like talking about those days much, even from this incredible vantage of age, since I left so many parts of me on the battlefields of delusion back then when I was in the throes of living “THE LIFE!” 

I better identify with the Buddhists’ perception of the cyclical nature of life (living many lives, in danger of repeating the same mistakes, overwhelmed by the idea that we are ourselves, till we imprison ourselves within ourselves; the pain of self). 

 My “me” disease, or at least one prime symptom of it is that my active fantasy life plays tricks on me.  You know actually believing the lies u tell till u are trapped deep enough in them that they follow you your whole life?? Or actually remembering dreams as real, or vice a versa?

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SEE, I WAS THERE

I was there. I was there in the sixties and early seventies. I felt the twang of angst that the guitars of a generation so poignantly expressed. The voices of the poets, retro beatniks and hippies coming together with  jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan, stones, beatles, joanie and billie and laura nyro, And nina… and jim morrisson, Curtis mayfield and the Dead. the sex pistols in the seventies. Tim Leary, Kubrick and clockwork orange….feliini and james Baldwin.  Sly and Frank and James Brown, Richie havens and Pharaoh, too many to be named. I was there back then when we really believed we were free of GRAVITY! That the world actually craved a better idea of existence.  

And I spent the middle of my life unable to let go of that idea.  

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SERIAL ROMANTIC: LIFE ON ITS OWN (G-D’amn) TERMS

Dark, very dark, I warn u…

Existence is an eye’s view into the abyss.

(Reality as a Therapy for Depression)

Forget redemption – REINVENTION!

I see him, chaplin dancing on a tightrope,

On some days buster Keaton,

on some days

I want off the wire…

Other days…

I want to die knowing my life is as meaningful to a last man standing on a hill with the flag of justice thoroughly planted in behalf of some future generation that gets to know this planet as user friendly. I want to die with the wild eyed fascists raging in defeat, and the monks of vision hold the line like a coal miner’s vigil in a 19th century insurrection.

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