Kristina Furey

Merry Christmas


Greetings All,

Whether you celebrate Christmas or another holiday, warmest wishes for you, your loved ones and their loved ones, this holiday season and all through the new year!  I wish you all health, peaceful slumbers, energy to get you through in all you do,  success in your endeavors and that you always feel loved and supported! 

In the words of Dicken's, Tiny Tim, "God bless us everyone."

Kristina :-)


Take a moment, give a moment


I hope you are having a happy holiday season! I hope that your getting a chance to slow down and really feel the moments that you're having with those you love. I've had some real reminders this past week to take time and be thankful for the wonderful people that are in my life and all the blessings and good fortunes that I've had in my life. The first reminder came from Jennifer Hensel and Jeremy Richman, the parents of Avielle Richman, who was their only child and one of the students shot and killed a year ago in Newtown Connecticut. While questioning "why" these things happen, Jennifer and Jeremy set up a foundation, with the mission of studying brain pathologies in hopes of discovering what it is that leads people to aggression and violence. They hope to find ways of preventing future violence. I have a lot of thoughts on this subject but I don't always keep them in mind. I, like so many people, can be caught in the heat of a moment and find myself reacting to the moment instead of doing the thing we humans are equipped with the ability to do. That is to reason before we act. My ability to slip up in this particular area became very apparent to me later, on the same day that I heard Avielle's parents talking about their mission on NPR and I was slipping into that aggression feeling, only a few hours after hearing them talk about it. That was when bus 131, stopped in front of a car, in front of me, on my way home from the grocery store. I was hungry. I had frozen and refrigerator foods along with other stuff, I needed to get put away and a list of things to get done. So I found myself irritated as I sat there waiting for the bus. And waiting. And waiting. When I really started to pay attention, in my quandary of what was taking so long, I saw a person just chatting in the direction of the bus driver. I considered the horn but thought, "Eh, if the person in front of me hasn't hit theirs..." More waiting and then I saw the parent that had been talking to the bus driver start to back up from the bus and that's when I saw the child she was wheeling away in a wheel chair. Oh my! I was just really glad I didn't lay on that horn! It was bad enough I had gotten myself so worked up. I'm so glad I didn't react in such a way that would have adversely affected those around me, especially that young child who was having a happy reunion with their mother. I kind of feel like we owe it to parents like Jennifer and Jeremy, heck to ourselves and our loved ones, let alone the communities we live in, to just take a moment before we act and put ourselves or our loved ones in the position of the person we feel at odds with and just give them the benefit of the doubt. We may never know what took that bus driver in front of us so long or why anyone around us is somehow intruding on our ideas of how people should act or things should be but maybe if we all started to just take a moment, it would be like giving a moment and maybe that moment would equal a little more peace or happiness in someone's life. Maybe that moment would allow them to take a moment too and then they'd give someone a moment and moment by moment we would find ourselves with a little more peace in the world. Maybe, if people were a little more peaceful, people would feel less reactive and maybe that, along with more studies on the brain and finding more ways to cure mental health conditions, would eventually stop the sudden violent attacks like the one in Newtown.

If you're interested in hearing the interview with Avielle's parents and about their mission here's a link to the podcast: there is a link on that page to the Avielle foundation and I have it here for quick reference if you'd like to read up on it or get involved:

A link to my "Peace On Earth" song:

Be kind to yourself and one another! <---(That's just as much a reminder to me.)

Kristina :-)

PS: Dan and I will be at the Lost Rhino Brewery 12/18/13 from 6-9pm.



Curious dreams


I’ve been sick, miserably, like can’t get out of bed for two days sick! Whenever I’m sick like that I have the weirdest dreams. As a child I had this recurring dream of being out in space, similar to Sandra Bullock in “Gravity,” except I would be flying around while passing stars, planets and beams of light, at an incredibly fast pace. I remember feeling motion sickness from my dreams only to wake up and find I had gone sideways in the bed and my head was hanging over the side or I’d wake up ready to vomit. It was as if dizziness caused the dream… Sometime, before my teens, I stopped having this dream.

Even when I’m not sick I have some pretty strange dreams…

I once had a dream that I was biting into a kiwi and began to think, “I’ve been poisoned.” I felt my head start to expand, while the sound in my head was something like that of a latex punching balloon being blown up to its limit and being stretched extremely taut and right as I thought my head would explode, I found myself traveling inside of some living thing, which I realized was the kiwi! Then I just had this knowing feeling in my head that I was part of the kiwi, one with it, connected. I remember it so vividly because it was incredibly realistic and at the point I realized I was one with the kiwi, I had this realization that I was in my bed sleeping, at the same time and when I made the realization, I woke with a startle and a thumping heart. That’s not the only time I’ve felt like I was having an out of body experience while dreaming.

The dreams that have continued to unnerve me over the years are the ones I call my coma dreams. I would realize I was paralyzed and just laying there in bed. I would think I was stuck somewhere between a dream state and being awake. Sometimes, I would see figures around the base of my bed. Sometimes, I would hear them talking to me. I’ve wondered if I was viewing my future and if I would one day be in a coma but on occasion they told me specific things that it seemed they wanted me to tell specific people. That freaked me out and I barely ever passed on the messages. There was one place, whenever I slept there, I would end up in that “comma” state and hear what sounded like a dog with tags jingling, coming up the stairs sitting at my side and panting. It scared me the first few times until I realized it was nothing to fear because I would realize during these dreams that “Yes, this has happened before and maybe I’ll wake up soon.” When I was really young, I remember telling myself in my dreams to open my eyes, so I could wake up when I was having the same scary dream and recognized it.

I also used to fall asleep in the car or in a room where other people were conversing and I would hear them but not be able to answer. Sometimes, I could answer. On a family trip we took by car, I remember, hearing my family talking about me and later I discussed with them what they had been talking about and they were surprised because they thought I was asleep and I explained that I had been asleep and awake at the same time and unable to communicate. Interesting thing about these family trips we’d go on. I would normally sleep in the car to avoid car sickness and then at night while everyone would be sleeping, I’d be in the bathroom, dizzy and sick to my stomach. This happened enough times that my parents would have me bring my sleeping bag on our trips and have me sleep right outside of the bathroom door.

I mostly slept while I was sick but when I was awake, I had plenty of time to think about all my weird dreams over the years.



Confessions of a liar



Are you sitting down? Okay, I told lie. Not on purpose but it just so
happens that right after I sent out my letter saying The Mad Horse Brewpub
would be our last performance of the year, we received an unexpected gig.
So, the bad news is I lied, the good news is, it's at The Lost Rhino
Brewery and what makes it extra special is that it will be on Wednesday
12/18 from 6-9pm. "WHAT???" you say, "A week night!?!" I know, not
something we normally do but Dan thought, "Okay, I will put in my days
work and still go out and play for the people that need just one more
chance to gather with friends or escape the traffic and holiday madness."
So stop by after work or after a little last minute shopping! Give your
honey the night off from cooking. Better yet, how great would it be to
invite your friends unbeknownst to your honey and then surprise them with
a holiday gathering? While you think about this, check out this menu:
OR AT THE VERY LEAST, this one!:

So this Saturday(12/7), we'll be at The Mad Horse BrewPub from 6:30-9:30pm
and Wednesday December 18th, we'll be at The Lost Rhino Brewing Company!

Hope to see you!
Kristina and Dan


Our final performance of the year!



I hope your holiday season is off to a good start. I wish you health, a
relaxed state of mind and that you feel an abundance of love and joy this
season and well into the new year!

I'm at the tail end of a cold that I got from snuggling a little too close
to Dan but as of rehearsal tonight, I finally have the confidence that my
voice is going to be okay for our gig this Saturday 12/7 from 6:30-9:30 at
the Mad Horse BrewPub. So, if you're
looking for something to do, come on out for some social time in the real
world. Sure, you can bring your smart phones, ipads, techie gizmos and
gadgets too if you like. ;-) Just so you know, we have no current plans
of gigging again until March, so if you've been meaning to come out THIS
would be the night to do it!
After Saturday, we will be disappearing into obscurity...

We'd love to see you!
Kristina and Dan


My Heritage


It must have happened on more than one occasion because the memory is so sealed in my mind.  She took a drag off of her cigarette, hesitated, and then slowly let the smoke pour out through her 90ish lips.  She said, “I’ve been smoking these all my life.  They told me these things would kill me one day.”  Took a thoughtful look at her cigarette and said “When?  When?”  She smiled that devilish smile she sometimes had and laughed, what was no doubt, a full husky smoker’s kind of laugh and then brought the cigarette back up to her lips.  She said to me, “You’re thirteen?  Don’t run off and get married now like I did.  That’s too young.”  She would know.  Her life hadn’t been easy, a single mom, in her time.  Single moms today think they got it tough.  Women like her had it tough.  They paved the way for all us women here in the US.   A single mom trying to make a living while raising two young daughters in her time but she managed. 

We would say, “Play us a song!”  She would sit down at her piano and start playing some good old church hymns.   I would make a request for something more upbeat and jazzy or I’d say “Play Daisy.”  “Let me see, how does that one go?”  I’d start singing it and she’d come right in with the chords, often joining me in the singing.  A part of me wanted to be like her.  Her job in music and in history had a sense of romance about it.  She would play in the movie theaters.  The first day a new film would come in, she’d have her eyes watching the screen like a hulk and she’d be doing her best to accompany each scene with the proper soundtrack, having to change tunes on a dime.   It wasn’t easy and she liked to get it just right.  She never used sheet music for it.  She could read it but there was no time to be looking it up.  She relied completely on her memory and quick thinking skills as she married the music to what was happening on the screen.  It would make all the difference to the viewers that the music fit.  They may not have realized, just how particular she was at creating those moments or what went into it.  They more likely where just taking in the big picture and liked it or didn’t, without any real reference or regard for why.  It was an art to her.  A love/r.  To the average movie watcher it wasn’t highly regarded or greatly appreciated.  It was just a job.  But it’s never just a job when you love what you do.   So after a few runs with the movie, she would have a good idea of which pieces of music to use and just how much and what part of the music, best fit the scene.   

I understood as she told me about this part of her life.  I understood it with my heart, not through my head by reasoning through my own life experiences.   She was a lady who made up her own rules as she went along and made her own way.  She meant it when she asked the cigarette, “When?”  I think my great grandmother was kind of bored just sitting and watching her stories, waiting for visitors to stop by and pass some time with her and waiting for those cigarettes to kick in. 

My brother, Kevin/Trip, he had her gift.  He was exceptionally talented!  I envied how easy it came to him and I wished so much more for him and for his music, while he was alive.   Like my Great Grandmother too, he took up cigarettes at a young age.  I believe he told me he was 13 when he started smoking.   I miss him.  I have nothing of his musically to remember him by.  I wish I had something.   I have a copy of a song my Great Grandmother wrote and when my Great Grandmother died, I got her makeup case.  We great grandkids got to pick something of hers to remember her by after she passed.  I thought it was a cigarette case when I grabbed it.  I don’t smoke.  I never did.  I also waited till I was 22 to marry.  I do remember her and that’s really something because how many people get to remember their great grandparents?  I look at the makeup case every now and then and I open it up with its dried out, broken makeup inside and cracked mirror and I hope to see a little bit of her in me.   I know it’s those conversations and moments that I shared with both my Great Grandmother and my brother,  it’s those things I learned from them and keep with me, that allow me to realize they are still here with me in some capacity.  Even if I never get to hear my brother or Great Grandmother play the piano again.  Even if my Great Grandmother never winks at me when I open the compact and see the cracked mirror. 

I have posted a picture of my Grandmother’s compact on a page of the song she wrote.   I always have that one day thought, “One day, I should learn to play the song and sing it.”  Maybe a hidden track for our next CD…  (To see the compact and sheet music picture I posted go to my FB page:


November Newsletter


Hello beautiful people!

I just wanted to give you a quick heads up on where Dan and I can be found playing this month:

On 11/16 (This Saturday) from 8:30-11:30 you can find us at THE BEAUTIFUL SOUTH RESTAURANT located at 17416 Hamilton Station Rd, Hamilton, VA 20158.  This is a new venue for us.  It's a restaurant, lounge, and coffee bar, serving the finest Continental cuisine and a great place to meet friends for drinks in a casual environment!

On  11/23 (next Saturday) from 7-10pm we’ll be at THE CAJUN EXPERIENCE, where authentic Louisiana food and Cajun mixed drinks will make you feel like you’re back on the bayou!

Dan and I have been trying to find some extra time in our schedule to re-work some of our music and so far we’ve made some changes to  our originals “Back to the Beginning,” and “So Far From Home,” as well as our covers of U2’s “One,” and John Lennon’s “Imagine.”   They WILL be in our set lists for our coming performances. .  I would love to hear your thoughts on the changes we’ve made!   Also, if you have thoughts or suggestions on/for our impending tour, I would be so happy to have your input and support!  If you missed the announcement of our plans to tour, check out last week’s blog at:

Enjoy the day!


A look into the future…  December 7th at 6:30-9:30pm, Mad Horse Brewpub.


Sucess is teamwork


A friend brought this post to my attention yesterday about how this guy, Seth Adam Smith, realized marriage is not for him quoting his father, “You don’t marry to make yourself happy, you marry to make someone else happy.  More than that, your marriage isn’t for yourself, you’re marrying for a family.  Not just for the in-laws and all of that nonsense, but for your future children.   Who do you want to help you raise them?  Who do you want to influence them?  Marriage isn’t for you.  It’s not about you.  Marriage is about the person you married.”   You can see the post here:

Before I got married, I worked with a man that had a t-shirt with a donkey cartoon on it and it looked something like this:   There is an awesome story there too!  If you have time read it.  For those of you with little time, I will sum up the picture of the donkeys with what my co-worker explained to me in his own words.   He said that you need to work together for the good of your relationships, whether they be with a mate, a co-worker or really anyone.  I extended that thinking to my family.  We all have needs.  How do we get them all met.  It’s not easy but when you take time to figure out what those needs are you can get the most important ones met.   

Dan and I have been boatless for a few years now but recently we purchased a new boat.  Dan has been so kind to work alongside me with the music and I feel so fortunate for that!  I try to support him with his interests in sailing.  I realize we have this little piece of time, our life, often riddled with so much responsibility.  It’s hard to manage it all and sleep at night when things seem unmanageable.   I think to myself how grateful I am for each opportunity to do what I love, be with people I love, and find a new way to get my needs met, help Dan get his met, our children’s, friend’s and family’s.  I stay hopeful that John Lennon was right when he said, “There’s no problems, only solutions.”  It’s that thinking that has me planning a way to mix our music with the sailing.  Currently, I’m looking at the intracoastal water way with ideas of a tour.  Planning is all in the very early stages.  There is a lot of brainstorming going on.  I appreciate any and all help in this matter.  I’m hoping it will happen in 2015 and in the meantime I’m hoping to finally get that next CD out!  There’s a picture of our boat on my FB page:


Just sharing...


I've been feeling a bit under the weather so rather than blog, I will just share another artists site with you.  If you're looking for something smooth and soulful for your coming holiday party, Mark Deffenbaugh has got some really beautiful music! Check it out...


To: Rickie Lee Jones


I love you very much.  I missed your show last night and I feel awful about it.  You are my favorite.  Your vulnerability, honesty and how you seem so comfortable not only expressing yourself but in communicating to the musicians and sound people around you, so that the pure intent of how you want the listener to feel can be realized by me and the rest of your fans, sets you apart and makes you my favorite.  Your lyrics, the notes you use to support them, the way you use your voice, your instruments and your accompanying musicians and their voices to fully engage the senses, with such subtle nuances that hijack the senses and make us one with you and each other in the moment, that, is such a gift!   A gift I’m sure you have worked very hard at and as it’s recipient, I whole heartedly thank you.  I think you are either so courageous to be the artist you are or so driven that fear never even enters the arena with you.   I watch and listen to you with the eager mind of a student hoping to learn from one of the great masters of my time.  It was I who yelled out “Keep coming back!  Keep coming back!” at your Birchmere concert a couple of years ago.  I think you were looking at me and hearing me.  I felt like we had a moment, if not, I certainly did in my own heart.  I’m heartbroken to have missed you last night.  I’ve been sick, fatigued and on antibiotics and my husband threw out his knee.  We’ve had a lot on our plates the past two months, some good and some not so good stuff going on.  I feel so unfortunate to have missed your performance last night.  I hope you will keep coming back and do so soon!

Your fan,

Kristina Furey :-)