The primal need of music

Hello Fae-ries!

Let’s talk about rock and roll, baby. This last week I went to RockFest with my husband and a bunch of our friends. For those of you not in the know, RockFest is a 3 day rock/metal festival in Cadott, WI with live bands for over 12 hours a day in 4 different stages. Our group camps outside the festival grounds every year so it is days of music, drinking, dancing, camping, sunshine and this year… ROCKNADO. I took the picture above about 5 minutes before a massive storm hit us mid festival week. Everyone made it out safe (except for our canopy which ended up blowing away) and we continued to rock it out in the mud for the next few days! These few days of friends and music lead me to some interesting thoughts.

I was upfront for Asking Alexandria (here’s my song reccomendation: ) and I saw and felt all the energy of the people around me and coming from the band when it hit me. Through all the technological advances, through all the racism and hatred, though we may be billions instead of millions inhabiting this planet anymore… we all share the same primitive need for connection through music. Now heavy rock and roll may not be your thing, and crowded concerts and festivals might not appeal to you, but I would be hard pressed to believe that you have never connected with song on a soul deep level. Maybe you felt your heart soar while in church listening to the choir hit those resonating high notes. Maybe you were deep in a YouTube hole listening to new music in your favorite genre and stumbled across a song you never heard but still made you want to stand up and dance alone in your room. Maybe you just lost someone close to you and a song comes on the radio that sums up how you are feeling PERFECTLY so you proceed to cry and sing along as fiercely as your heart can. Maybe your phone was on shuffle and your favorite song by your favorite band came on and you just had to sing along loudly… even though you are at a stoplight and your windows are down and that guy in the car next to you is looking at you like you have two heads, but you just don’t care!

My point is, that music is truly the perfect bonder. I saw a guy wearing one of the most disgusting shirts ever this weekend, it said, “Find her, F* her, Forget her.” I nearly puked. I know I would never want to have any kind of interaction with someone as heinous as that, who thinks that is an ok shirt to wear?!!! However, I know it is entirely likely that him and I also share a similar experience of blaring Marilyn Manson in our rooms as teenagers, and we likely were both singing along emphatically during MM’s performance that weekend. The same song/band/genre can connect so many different people in so many ways, its awe inspiring. So, as always, I am going to encourage you to find a way to connect with the Universe and each other, this time through song. Talk with your loved ones and find out what their favorite songs are, it might help you understand each other better. And let me know what your favorite song is, I’d love to listen!!

Love, Jordanne


Love yourself, Harry!

Hello Fae-ries!

Today’s entry is for all you nerds out there! I almost didn’t get time to write this entry today because instead of going into work early like I normally do on Tuesdays… I went on a 3 mile walk looking for Harry Potter creatures. That’s right, I’ve become one of “those” people. I gotta say… I love it! Video games have always been one of the quintessential “nerdy” things that I never really got into (Super Mario Bros doesn’t count) but I am finding myself really getting into this one!

The reason I am writing about it now is that I have found myself sheepishly telling people about my new addiction and feeling slightly bad for not going into work early because I was “just playing a game.” But the more I think about it… WHO CARES! I literally can’t think of anything that has motivated me to go on so many walks since I downloaded this game, and its just good-natured fun! I preach so much that I love the weird quirks of my friends and that everyone should let their freak flag fly… but I have a such a hard time practicing what I preach sometimes, its weird conundrum. So even though today’s entry is a short and sweet one, I want to use it to encourage ya’ll (and myself) to love the things you love unabashedly… because in the end, if it makes you happy, doesn’t hurt others, and (in my case) helps you get out and get moving, then its a good thing!

Today’s weird quote is actually about this same video game topic… “I don’t remember saving in this location, where am I?” All you gamers out there get it.

Go be weird and love it! Love, Jordanne

PS. This song just seemed appropriate. White and Nerdy by Weird Al.

Which part of the elephant is it?

Good (insert time of day) Fae-ries! (It’s 10am for me… and that’s still early in my book). Today I want to talk about purpose. So… here we go!

I am an avid reader. Always have been… ask my mom, she was the one who had to take me to the library pretty much weekly as a kid so I could check out the next Babysitters Club book. Now that I am older, my diversity in books has a much better range (thankfully… I’m pretty sure my husband wouldn’t let me read Babysitters Club in bed). I have been reading a lot of really inspirational self help books lately, my top 3 being The 5 Love Languages, Girl Wash Your Face, and You Are a Badass (all are easy reads and I HIGHLY recommend). But surprisingly enough, the topic of today’s blog is brought to you by one of the Dreseden File books. If you are unfamiliar, they are set in current time Chicago, and the main character is a self deprecating, rebel with a cause type… wizard. He uses is magical powers to solve supernatural crimes in the seedy underbelly of Chicago. These books are some of my husbands favorites, so I decided to give them a read.

The current situation I’m reading is regarding his attempt to rescue The Shroud (used to cover Jesus before his resurrection) before either demons, thieves or mobsters get their hands on it. At one point, Dresden is talking with a friend (Shiro) about religion. At which point Shiro asks if he has heard of the tale of 3 Blind men and an Elephant. This is what I read next.

Shiro: “The first man felt the trunk, and claimed that an elephant was like a snake. The second man touched its leg and claimed that an elephant was like a tree. The third man touched it’s tail, and claimed that the elephant was like a slender rope.

Dresden: “Oh, I get it. All of them were right. All of them were wrong. They couldn’t get the whole picture.”

Shiro: “Precisely. I am just another blind man. I do not get the whole picture of what transpires in all places. I am blind and limited. I would be a fool to think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universes means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.”

THIS. THIS!!!! This is so powerful and important. So many of us go throughout our day, thinking only of our perspective and think ourselves wise that our viewpoint is the only one that must matter (ehem, organized religion, I’m looking at you). It is so inherently important that we try to be responsible with our lives and our choices, but keep in mind that we are only holding one part of the elephant. The best and worst part about this, the mortal coil we are all a part of, is that we can’t know for certain what the hour/day/week/year holds for us… how can we be certain of what happens after we are gone?

What I take away from this is that it is my responsibility to do the most I can every day. Make use of the time here on earth to enrich each other and make sure that my time here is not just spent self serving and boxed in my narrow world view. You will never get to touch all parts of the elephant, but the more you try to move yourself from the trunk, to the head, to the shoulders… You will start to get the whole picture. But the point is to enjoy that journey! You’ve got to WANT to know the story of the stranger that asked you for directions on the street, or to be understanding to that mother who just can’t get her baby to stop crying in public, or to not judge the girl in line ahead of you at the grocery store for whatever it is you might judge her for. So go out, use this time given to you and do something awesome with it!

Love, Jordanne

PS Reminder that in less than 2 weeks is my charity event at InBound Brew Co on July 14th from 12-8pm! Come win some stuff and support those in need!

PPS. My song of the week is From Now On, from The Greatest Showman! Such an inspirational song!

The Man, the Music, the Husband

Hello Fae-ries!

Strap in, we are about to get SO mushy. I sat down this morning, feeling more tired than I have in the past week for no particular reason and not particularly inspired to write today. But, when you set a goal (like writing every Tuesday) you don’t just not do it because you aren’t inspired… you find the inspiration and DO IT ANYWAY. I originally sat down to write about Pride and love in all its forms. This is a VERY important topic but as I got two paragraphs into it I realized that it sounded so forced and my heart just wasn’t ready to write that topic. So I did what I always do when I struggle with something and need just a little push… and I texted my husband for a nudge. He responded lightning quick and reminded me that we got to see the amazing stage show by Hugh Jackman this weekend, which was a Christmas gift from the hubby. Now, this show was AMAZING. We laughed, We cried, We sang along loudly with everyone else… but I didn’t know how to write a whole inspirational blog about it. So I responded with a whiny text that I didn’t know if I was feeling that topic either… and his response was so unabashedly perfect. “It doesn’t have to be more than a couple paragraphs. Babe, trust yourself.” he replied. Great. Now I’m tearing up in Glam Doll Donuts. Isn’t he amazing?!

Now, for those of you who don’t know, Hugh Jackman has a stage show called, “The Man, The Music, the Show!” and it was a weird whirlwind of a performance featuring songs from The Greatest Showman, Les Mis, Beauty and the Beast (if you weren’t aware, his first big gig was playing Gaston on Broadway, shortly before his role ins Wolverine started), and so much more. At one point he came out dressed and acting like Peter Allen (Liza Minnelli’s husband and renowned musician/performer, who is also from Australia) and sang many of his songs. He also had aboriginal music performed by Australian natives, complete with didgeridoo and chanting. Oh, and he plays piano, and tap dances, and a huge example to wholesome masculinity. If you see his show coming to an area near you, get tickets. It’s SO worth it.

Now, seeing that show only solidified for me what an amazing human Hugh Jackman is… and that text from my husband is just another reminder of the love and support given to me by my husband. He does things daily that continue to amaze me with the “masculine barriers” he breaks down daily. He was the one to encourage me to try therapy again. His responses to my whining about my issues is never with hostility or humiliation… he never lets me get away with my pity party either though. Anytime I start in, hes there with encouraging solutions and positive speech. In fact, my family loves him so much that he is now the measuring stick against which all my cousins significant others are compared to! Now… hes not perfect, none of us are. But his support makes being a boss babe that much more fun! Nothing makes me happier than seeing men like my husband and Hugh Jackman and so many more going out and shattering the walls of what makes “men be men.”

… The quote of the week is kind of a crass one, but in the context of today’s blog, it works quite well. “A giant circle jerk doesn’t do anything except make a big sticky mess.” My friend Liz and I were talking about how like-minded people gravitate towards each other and it results in the way our nation is currently split. Minneapolis is a fairly liberal place, but liberals talking to more liberals about how to make the world better isn’t actually changing anything for the better. Same thing goes for where conservatives congregate. People talking to other people who have the same views as themselves isn’t going to bring the change and understanding we need in this world. That’s why men who represent wholesome masculinity are so important. They have the unique ability to continue to show other men by example how we can be anything we want in this world and do not have to fit into this box that is “Male” or “Female.” It’s also why we should seek out those who’s views we don’t agree with and try to learn another perspective… otherwise we are just left with a mess. So take a lesson from my hubby, go out and try to break down walls and be a source of good in this world. Goodness knows we need it.

Love, Jordanne

So, the song of the week is a 90s classic. Whatta Man by Salt N Pepa. If you ever wanna hear me karaoke rap, I got this one in the bag.

Life is a reason, not an excuse

Hello Fae-ries!

So……………….. today is RIDDLED with anxiety. I recently decided that Tuesday’s would be blog days to start out my week (tattoo artist weeks are sooo atypical) and since the anxiety is twitching its way through my veins I KNEW I needed to write about it. My anxieties are much more physical than they are emotional… its like my body is telling me that, “there is a cheetah over there and we need to RUN NOW!”… when really the aforementioned cheetah is a pile of clean clothes that needs to be put away, or a tattoo I am about to do that is pushing my skills, or writing a VERY public blog to all of the prospective clients and friends that I expect to trust me.

I titled this blog entry “Life is a reason, not an excuse” and that is very much what I am feeling. This anxiety is the REASON I need to write to you today, not an excuse to not. The second I (or any of us) start using our problems and shortcomings to make excuses for where we are, it will not only hold us back from the things we love and want to do… but it hinders us from truly living!

I recently had two very amazing clients come down from Duluth to come to the Oddities convention (it was basically a convention full of taxidermy creepies) and to get tattooed by me. The tattoo they wanted was a snail with an eyeball for a shell leaving a slime trail of frosting from a cute frosted donut. When they first told me about this idea I was, of course, intrigued because I love tattoos that are totally off kilter… but also, um… what?! Once I met these kick-ass ladies it all became clear. The snail was because they are obsessed with creepy things. Ok, got it. It was the donut part that has a more interesting story. A few years ago, one of them (we will call her Pink) was living in another state trying to decide between a cool life and guy in that location, and a cool life and guy in MN… and the situation was stressing. The other lady (call her Blue)… well Blue told Pink that she was basically behaving like a whiny kid in a donut store who can’t decide which delicious donut to get. Pink’s life was full of amazing opportunities and she just needed to pick a donut already because no matter what, she was going to end up with a freaking sugar coated, drool-inducing tasty treat! So they now use this as a reminder that life is full of crossroads and even if they don’t seem like it at first, going with your gut and working through the stress will always result in tasty results! Needless to say, I loved this idea (and them!) and will be trying to use this analogy as often as possible.

For me, my current donut problem is that this move to Minneapolis has been such an amazing boost in business… the tattoo community in Minnesota has been so supportive and amazing, and the clientele is plentiful and encouraging! The clientele is so plentiful in fact that I am having a hard time balancing it all… appointment requests, responding on time to everyone, booking people, fitting everyone in, and all the behind the scenes stuff like taxes and ordering supplies… oh and having a life outside of work too (that’s a thing people do, right?). So basically my anxiety is looking this gift horse right in the damn mouth, searching for its tonsils in fact. I am SO grateful and blessed that this community is excited about me and my work and I need to do everything I can to make sure I keep earning your support! I reached out to a life coach today, which to me is SO exciting and daunting. I am not great at relinquishing control, and I know this life coach is also going to make me get an assistant… but I need to pick a damn donut already, accept the help wherever my squad will give it and enjoy the sweet taste of raspberry flavored success (my donut of choice, of course, is the raspberry mousse filled one from next door at Glam Doll).

The odd quote of the week came from those same ladies, “It was a stuffed, taxidermy beetlejuice mouse!” … it was something they saw at the Oddities convention. That is certainly one of the most unique things I have ever pictured! So go out, use your quirky weirdness, your anxiety, your “insert issue here” and go be your own stuffed taxidermy beetlejuice mouse… the world needs you to pick a donut and live the life you want!

Love, Jordanne


PS. I also want to start including a Song of the Week. Music is SO important to me. And since my boys in the band Sweet Ascent just dropped a new single today, I’m gonna use them. It’s not their new single I want to point out though (even though its kick ass!)… my favorite song of theirs is Be Someone Today. It is so applicable to this post. Give them a listen, you won’t regret it.

Life is so awe-inspiring!

Congrats! You made it through the ramblings of my first ever blog! Your reward of course, is this, my second ever blog post! Lol!

Today I want to talk about my experience in the West Coast. In Washington there is a rainforest within the Olympia National Park called the Hoh rainforest (and it’s pronounced like hoe so you best believe there was a never-ending stream of jokes about hoes). This was the most pristine, secluded and preserved piece of nature I have ever seen. Those of you who have ever met me know that I am a talker… but this place quieted me right down, it seemed an affront to its majesty to be too chatty! I learned a lot while I was out there communing with nature, and my favorite thing was Nurse Trees. For those of you not in the know, the rainforest ground is very densely covered in foliage, making it near impossible for new baby trees to grow. So when an older tree falls over and dies, it becomes a host to these new baby trees, “nursing” them by giving them a place to grow. The baby tree roots work their way through the nurse tree and into the ground, so as the original tree decays and disappears, the new trees now appear to be up on stilted roots. If you ever find a row of trees in the wild, in a seemingly straight line, it is because they grew upon another tree.

Now, that is just a neat fact, not all that awe inspiring right? The epic part is that I saw rows of these trees that were DECADES older than me… so to think of how old that nurse tree was before it died to fill its purpose, and to think that tree might have once been on a nurse tree of its own… *mindblown* We talk about how old things are and how old the earth is and how long all these things have been around, but its another thing to see something natural just doing its thing, untouched in all its ancient glory. I grew up in the country surrounded by woodlands, so nature isn’t exactly new to me. This was a whole new ballgame. I seriously encourage you to go and check out this rainforest, I promise you won’t regret it.

All this majesty and history got me thinking about my own place in the world. I’m not a tree, and I plan on being cremated when I die (my friend Sasha has also planted the seed of a traditional viking death by putting me out to sea and lighting the boat on fire… that also seems cool) so my body won’t really be much good for nurturing in that way. But what I CAN do is use my time here to nurture others. Encourage love, both self love and love for others. This world is way older than any of us and it will continue going even after all of us are dead. Now that may seem like a morbid thought, but I choose to look at in a different light. Instead of, “my life doesn’t matter, everything happens anyway” I want to look at it like, “my life DOES matter, everything happens and I can make a positive impact on the world just by being nurturing and supportive, because life goes on after I’m gone and I want that life to be great!” There is the philosophical question: If a tree falls in the wood and no one is there to hear it… does it make a sound? Turns out it doesn’t matter if it makes a sound, it just matters that it is still contributing to the world around it.

In my last blog entry I mentioned that I hear weird phrases every day that I didn’t anticipate. I’ve decided to include one in each entry. Today’s quote is, “Yup, but that’s like, a celestial existential glitter.” … That was in reference to our souls. So I leave this entry on that note: go use the celestial existential glitter of your soul to nurture others today!

Weird, oh so weird.

My life is weird. It’s beautiful, messy, fun, full of glitter and rainbows… but its also got some drama and trauma and cloudy days. But overall the best way to describe it is weird. I LOVE weird. So, I sit down to write this, my first ever blog, unsure if anyone will ever read it, extra unsure if I even want anyone to read it (incoming feelings of anxiety and looming fear of judgement), but knowing that I have a unique story and want to share it. Things just seem to happen to me, in the weirdest ways (pretty sure my mother thinks its because I am too open with strangers and unwillingly invite the weirdos) but I love it! It all makes up who I am and the stories I get to tell… SO, dear reader, I am here to share it with you.

A phrase I am fond of and get to say frequently is, “That’s something I didn’t think I would hear today!” Being in the tattoo industry is even weirder than my life is. People (ehem, me) come up with the weirdest things to talk about, to draw, to be… so I am always being surprised by things. To kick off this blog, I will share one of my recent favorites (without context of course, keeping it weird), “It’s a yucca, muthafucka!” And now this phrase is a constant in my household. Please feel free to work it into your daily vernacular.

… I think it’s nearly impossible to be an artist without suffering from some sort of mental troubles. Mine is mild depression and anxiety. I know so many others who have it much worse, but this is my tiny flag to wave and to work through every day. I decided today was the day to write my first blog entry because I had a rare moment of a quiet tattoo shop all to myself, and it felt right. I went to the Washington/Oregon area last week on vacation with my husband and my best friend and my heart is happy, so I needed to share it. If any of you are dealing with a loss of purpose as I recently had (that’s a whole other blog entry) please reach out, I have some fun things to share that worked for me. Finding that I enjoy taking care of others, and taking time to take care of myself, is what is becoming my purpose. It works out great that my profession is geared around taking care of others and helping people reach their truest self through artistic expression on their skin! A lot of self help books and Ted Talks and and and… will preach Gratitude. This deserves that capital G (much like Montel Jordan’s song, “This is how we do it.” because one of my favorite lines in that song is, “ever since I was a lowercase g, now I’m a big G.”). It’s not always easy to be full of Gratitude and to express it every day as much as needed, but today I choose GRATITUDE. I am grateful for you. If you are a friend, a client, a family member, a stranger… there is a reason you are connected to me enough to read this spastic blog post AND you have made it this far, so I am grateful for you. My life has been a lot of hard work to get where I am professionally and personally, but the hard work wasn’t all my own and I am so blessed that I have everything I need. So I’m gonna leave this weird string of thoughts on that note. Go be grateful for something today. Today I am grateful to my two lovely clients who let me tattoo nerd stuff like Yoshi and the Genie from Aladdin, I am grateful to the amazing shop I work at, I am grateful my husband and BFF didn’t kill me on this trip to Seattle for being too obnoxious in the car… and I am grateful for you. My heart is full and my life is weird.