the story

I was visiting in Alexandria, VA in May of 2007 and woke up from a startling dream. It is a bit too complex to relay in its entirety, but in it, I was walking along the streets of New Brunswick, NJ (the city that still feels most like home to me in many ways), considered going to a crossdressers' bar, carried some bags full of trash to my parents' place over an hour away, and somehow wound up in the middle of the desert at an amazing concert. The guy on stage was a consummate rock star - he was charismatic, multiracial, purposefully spiritual, and wore somewhat silly blue shades that might almost make Elton take notice. After the show, I saw a billboard that said "spirit.rocks.sexy" and it was just one of those things that stays in the psyche. The hidden meaning of every strange detail and why on earth I had to endure having my ankles bitten by fire ants as I left the concert walking through sun-baked sand, I do not know.

Nearly a year later I was in Philadelphia relaying this over lunch to my photographer, graphic artist, and truly excellent friend Jenn Phillips. When I said the words "spirit.rocks.sexy," she got that look on her face-- the one that means she has a mystical and somewhat spooky feeling that whatever's being said is so dead-on that it can't be denied. I had been vaguely searching for too long for a way to bring together, to describe and present succinctly all that I do, and suddenly we had it in a three-word image-concept.

So much of what I do, who I am, who I've been and am becoming lies at the intersection of spirit.rocks.sexy. The Divine is music is erotic is utterly holy. spirit.rocks.sexy may grow to have many manifestations. This CD compiles work that has emerged through and because of my journeys in these realms. I offer it up, and am excited to see what's next.

Love & Blessings,

Robin Renée
January 31, 2009