FACING THE MUSIC...

Easter Sunday, 1994. An afternoon music event advertised as an Easter be-in, where some friends were playing. This venue had live music playing inside, and outside in their parking lot. My friends mostly duos, played outside. Full bands inside. I, an enthusiastic sound engineer, spent time hanging around the sound board/sound man. He was good looking and friendly. I went to sound school at 18. After high school, I left B.C.'s Fraser Valley and my miserable childhood and moved to Vancouver. I worked as a waitress & in 1980, I took a $500.00 sound course (analog, there is nothing wrong with warm sounds vibrating through ones ears and tickling ones soul). In '88, I took out a student loan, bought a Kramer Ferrington guitar. I studied music business management, paid thousands of dollars and for another sound course ( the money wasn't worth it as 16 channels does the same as 64, but digital technology had risen with lots to play with) This kept me in the loop, even tho my loop was male songwriters, inspiring rock stars. All my friends were musically inclined, no criminal records, no drinking or drug problems. Everyone accepted God as an influence to their lives and music.The best thing I got out of my miserable childhood was at age 11, I started writing poetry. At age 12, I asked for a tape recorder for my birthday? I had several hands on with reel to reel and micro recorders, microphones of the day as my dad played country and western. With a small set up in the basement of our modern middle class home.I had nothing in common with my mother or brother and I spent my time humming and writing. Then one day, I started humming my poems. I knew I had become a songwriter! A singer, NOT! That's why I took up record engineering.You have to accept your gifts and limitations and run with what you've got.We all have a purpose and we all can bring goodness to this world. I am looking forward still, at the age of 43, to producing a songwriters compilation disc. With many collaborations and charity events of good will.... Back to 1994, Easter Sunday. Around 5pm. after some of my friends had finished playing. I was talking with the hired door man (someone must have thought there be a need to maintain the Christians, on such a festive occasion?) I thought this guy was flirting with me, when he blocked the door way and said he wasn't going to let me go outside.?. I said 'you can't stop me from going outside'. His partner came over and said,'you want to go outside,come on'. This big black guy grabbed me on my left bicep, and the flirtatious door man followed suit and grabbed me on my other arm. The two of them carried me, suspended in the air & out the door, through the parking lot and dropped me on the sidewalk...A friend came to my defence and we all started to argue. Then one of them waved at a parked, marked police car. To say the least the police officers were lied to , and were not interested in hearing the actual events. Some where, there is an 11 page statement. I made a formal complaint to internal affairs and what I got in return was a FALSIFIED police record. MY LIFE HAS BEEN A LIVING HELL EVER SINCE!.............Keep in mind, as I spend the next few weeks writing out the truth. Over the past decade I have been the subject of multiple investigations....With the Sponsorship scandal all about FALSE ADVERTISING! The HRDC, the dept of health and education, the raid on B.C's legislature, the resignation of SEVERAL, including a former federal privacy comm.