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I, Mary Ann Farley, am a human being who likes to do many things. Almost exclusively, I used to make music, and made two albums—Daddy’s Little Girl (1997) and My Life of Crime (2003). I was somewhat pleased with the results.
During this time, I also fell ill with a blood disorder, which caused many complications and was nearly the end of me on more than one occasion. This is when I began to paint voraciously, as I couldn’t find much to sing about. I was devastated, pissed and in pain all the time, which seemed to generate a gargantuan amount of energy to produce a surprising number of artworks, many of which have actually sold. (!)
I was also fueled with the energy to create a local talk show called “Highball! With Mary Ann Farley,” where I’d interview a guest (over highballs) for a half hour, then they’d perform. The show was also short-lived as I got sick again, but not before producing two stellar episodes.
As for my proverbial “day job,” I’ve worked as a freelance journalist, writer and editor nearly all of my adult life, which I’ve enjoyed just as much as any other of my creative pursuits—I simply get paid more. I like writing very much, in fact, as it seems to coalesce with what I seem to be about on a much larger scale, which is communicating.
No matter what it is I’m doing—either painting or singer/songwritering or writing, or even just telling a good joke I stole—I’m all about conveying a story, and getting to the heart of the matter. It seems to be a singular focus in all I do, and on occasion, I like to think I even do it well, because life is all about communicating, really—with one another, with ourselves, and with our creator. I’m not sure why that last one is so important, but it is, and you can say I said so.
Currently, I’m on disability, and have received gracious and generous help from the Sweet Relief Musicians Fund. I hope musicians who might be reading this will do a fundraiser for them at some point, because they’re the real deal and a real hope for musicians who find themselves in dire straits.
To find an even deeper key to me, I suppose you could read what’s currently on my nightstand, as often I hold onto these books for dear life, or, if so be it, a spectacular death..
I’ve also begun a new blog, which recounts my illustrated journaling, often done daily. I’ll let you know as soon as it’s up.
Thanks for stopping by.
P.S. In the time since I first wrote this, I’ve also begun a semi-serious study of flamenco dancing. While I was ill, I saw a clip of a flamenco class one day during some TV news report or other and decided that when I got well, I would pursue it. I even went to the web and picked out a school.
I didn’t tell a soul about it, and about a year later, while getting a massage from a talented medical intuitive who also did past-life regressions, I casually asked what I’d been in my past life, assuming I’d hear I was Hitler or something to explain why I’d been suffering so much in *this* life. But to my astonishment, she said, “Well, you lived in about 1905 in the Basque region of Spain where you were a flamenco dancer.”
My jaw dropped open as I was so freaked, but nothing came out. There’s more to tell about my flamenco journey, but perhaps some other time… :)
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A definitive, yet somewhat abridged, biography
I used to have a fairly impressive bio here, listing my claims to fame from my short yet illustrious music career, but it seems tiresome to me now. Everything is always positioned as so big—BIG success, BIG reviews, so big, so ENORMOUS—that we must be freakin’ gods walking the earth.
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