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~~~~ BRULE' ~~~~
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May 15, 2009 7:45 am
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they will be playing at the Orange City Tulip Festival this weekend so looking forward to meeting them.
1996 Brulé We the People
1997 Brulé Lakota Piano
1997 Red Nativity One Holy Night
1999 Brulé One Nation
2001 Nicole feat: Brulé Passion Spirit
2002 Brulé Star People
2003 Nicole feat: Brulé Night Tree
2005 AIRO feat: Brulé Tatanka
2005 AIRO feat: Brulé Tribal Rhythm
2005 Hidden Heritage The Story of Paul LaRoche (book)
2006 Brulé & AIRO Silent Star Night
2007 Nicole feat: Brulé & AIRO Deep Dreams
2007 Brulé & AIRO 2007 Holiday Tour (Concert DVD)
Current band members
Paul LaRoche- Piano, Electronic keyboards, Vocals (1995-present) also the band's song writer and producer
Nicole LaRoche- Classical flute (1995-present) Does not use a wood flute as is most associated with the culture. Instead uses a steel European flute to emulate sound of the wood flute.
Shane LaRoche- Lead guitar (2002-present) Performs on the acoustic guitar, nylon string guitar and electric guitar.
Moses Brings Plenty- Traditional drum, Vocals (2006-present) Each traditional drum is respected and cared for in the traditional ways of the Native people.
Clay Brian- Traditional drum (2007-present)
Kurt Olsen- Drum kit (2007-present) from Minneapolis, Minnesota performs with the group at larger shows
Kristé Belt- Vocalist (2006-present)
Paul, Nicole and Shane are enrolled members of the Lower Brule Sioux Tribe of South Dakota
Moses is from the Oglala Sioux Tribe, Pine Ridge Reservation
Clay is from the Rosebud Sioux Tribal reservation
[edit] Dance troupe
These dancers perform with the group several times throughout the year and represent several tribes
Thirza Defoe- Hoop dance, fancy shawl dance, Eagle dance
Petur Redbird- Men's Traditional dance
Lewis St. Cyr- Chicken dance, grass dance, men's fancy feather dance, hoop dance
Lowery Begay- Hoop dance, men's fancy feather dance
Therese St. Cyr- Jingle dress dance, women's traditional dance
Garan Coons- Chicken dance, men's fancy feather dance
Gentry St. Cyr- Chicken dance, grass dance, men's fancy feather dance
Linda Thompson- Women's traditional dance (Paul's cousin)
Rene Avila- Men's Aztec dance
Jade Summers- Jingle dress dance (Nicole's Daughter)
Emily Sinclair- Jingle dress dance
Awards and nominations
First American's in the Arts Awards:
Won: Best Outstanding Performance (1999) for One Nation
Native American Music Awards (NAMA/NAMMYS):
Nominated: Songwriter of the Year (2000) for Paul LaRoche & Robby Bee One Nation
Nominated: Duo or Group of the Year (2000) for Brulé One Nation
Nominated: Best Pop/Rock Recording (2000) for Brulé One Nation
Nominated: Flutist of the Year (2001) for Nicole Passion Spirit
Won: Group of the Year (2002) for Brulé Star People
Won: Best Instrumental CD (2002) for Brulé Star People
Nominated: Record of the Year (2002) for Brulé Star People
Nominated: Songwriter of the Year (2002) for Paul LaRoche Star People
Nominated: Best Female Artist (2003) for Nicole Night Tree
Won: Best Instrumental CD (2003) for Nicole Night Tree
Nominated: Best Producer (2003) for Paul LaRoche Night Tree
Nominated: Record of the Year (2003) for Nicole Night Tree
Nominated: Best Instrumental CD (2006) for Brulé The Collection
Won: Best Compilation CD (2006) for Brulé The Collection
Nominated: Song of the Year (2006) for Brulé Stomp Dance from The Collection
Nominated: Best Instrumental CD (2006) for AIRO Tatanka
Won: Duo or Group of the Year (2006) for AIRO Tatanka
Nominated: Artist of the Year (2007) for Paul LaRoche Kinship
Won: Duo or Group of the Year (2007) for Brulé & AIRO Silent Star Night
Nominated: Best Instrumental CD (2007) for Brulé & AIRO Silent Star Night
Won: Best New Age CD (2007) for Brulé Kinship
Nominated: Record of the Year (2007) for Brulé & AIRO Silent Star Night
Aboriginal People's Choice Awards:
Nominated: Best Instrumental CD (2007) for Brulé & AIRO Silent Star Night
you can find their music on youtube
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~~~~ POKER FACE ~~~~
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May 11, 2009 7:24 am
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Lady Gaga did this song she sings called POKER FACE
is about not letting your feelings show love for a man
because once you show a man you love him the man will play you
so women need to start keeping a poker face 
Mum mum mum mah...
Mum mum mum mah...
Mum mum mum mah...
Mum mum mum mah...
I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays...
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me...
(I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start...
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart..
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh...
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got....
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh...
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face....
(Mum mum mum mah)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face....
(Mum mum mum mah)...
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be....
A little gambling is fun when you're with me
I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun...
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh...
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh...
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
I won't tell you that I love you...
Kiss or hug you...
Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin...
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning...
Just like a chick in the casino...
Take your bank before I pay you out...
I promise this, promise this...
Check this hand cause I'm marvelous...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
Can't read my...
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
Can't read my...
Can't read my...
No he can't read my poker face...
(she's got to love nobody)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face...
(Mum mum mum mah)...
found on youtube
Lady Gaga "POKER FACE"look for (official music video)
babe your white lounge chair is by the swimming pool in this video
lol
close your eyes when she talks about her muffin lol
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~~~~ SMART MOTHERS KNOW ~~~~
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May 8, 2009 6:25 am
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The tree that never had to fight...
For sun and sky and air and light...
That stood out in the open plain...
And always got its share of rain...
Never became a forest king...
But lived and died a scrubby thing...
The man who never had to toil...
Who never had to win his share...
Of sun sky and light and air...
Never became a manly man...
But lived and died as he began...
Good timber does not grow in ease...
The stronger wind, the tougher trees...
The farther sky, the greater length...
The more the storm, the more the strength...
By sun and cold, by rain and snows...
In tree or man, good timber grows.
POEM IS CALLED "The Law Of Life"
poem was part of a package of
The Eagle Court of Honor
materials which was distributed by
the Bucks County Council Chapter
of the National Eagle Scout Association.
Sparkling water in a stream flowing through a wood has no value to us but it is the essence of life to the Indian.
Having polluted our rivers and killed the fish we are at long last starting to ask ourselves those very questions that Chief Seattle asked of the President 150 years ago.
My mother has always been the sparkling water...
forever flowing with her grace... beauty... and determination...
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
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~~~~ THE CRICKET ~~~~
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May 7, 2009 7:40 am
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A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan.
It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people.
Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the city were almost deafening.
Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a cricket."
His friend said, "What? You must be crazy.
You couldn't possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!"
"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said,
"I heard a cricket."
"That's crazy," said the friend.
The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing.
He looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket.
His friend was utterly amazed.
"That's incredible," said his friend.
"You must have superhuman ears!"
"No," said the Native American.
"My ears are no different from yours.
It all depends on what you're listening for."
"But that can't be!" said the friend.
"I could never hear a cricket in this noise."
"Yes, it's true," came the reply.
"It depends on what is really important to you.
Here, let me show you.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk.
And then, with the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs.
"See what I mean?" asked the Native American.
"It all depends on what's important to you."
What's important to you?
What do you listen for?
Some people say that there is no God, and that He never speaks to us anymore.
But perhaps they can't see or hear Him because they aren't listening for Him.
They are living for themselves, not for God.
If you are in tune with God, you will be able to notice Him at work in your life and in the world.
And you'll be able to hear Him when He speaks.
~~by Native American Cricket~~
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~~~~ WHERE IS KERRIE215 ???? ~~~~
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May 6, 2009 7:56 am
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I went to read kerrie's blogs and she is GONE 
sending angels out to look for her.
so wherever you are kerrie...
angels are watching over you
when times are good or stressed
their wings wrap gently around you
whispering you are loved and blessed
hope you have a nice mother's day with your mom
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~~~~ DANCING MOONS ~~~~
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May 6, 2009 7:28 am
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Going from one place to another place...
requires surrender of old ways...
The honoring of sacred wisdom...
and not anticipation of the journey only...
The soul's migration between the old and new...
means that you must recognize your path...
to an unknown destination...
risking it all...
with the chance of gaining nothing...
you are merely...
the connection between growth and suffocation...
the link that joins possiblity to pain...
and thus you become the keeper of your own flame...
going from this place to another...
is like the bird in the winter...
who remembers the beauty of her springtime nest...
just to keep herself from freezing.
~~ by Dancingmoons ~~
native american
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~~~~ THE BEAR WARRIOR ~~~~
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May 5, 2009 1:51 pm
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One of my favorite Native American myths growing up was that of the Bear Warrior. According to legend, the warrior desperately wanted to find love. However, he did not want to be loved for his good looks, his family's wealth, or even his skills. He wanted to be loved for his heart.
The warrior prayed for guidance in finding his true love. In response, the Great Spirit turned the brave into a bear.
"I don't understand," cried the young brave. "What did I do wrong? Is it bad to pray for true love?" The Great Spirit sent a deer to explain his actions to the warrior.
"You said you didn't want to be loved for your good looks, your family's wealth, or your skills," said deer. "In this form you will not be."
"But what maiden will want to marry a bear?" questioned the warrior. "I can't even go home in this form. If I do, I will be surely killed."
"No," said deer. "You will not be killed. However, you are right in that you can't go home."
"Then how am I to find love?" asked the brave. "And where am I to live?"
"Follow me," said deer. He took the young warrior far away from his home to a cave near a spring. "You will stay here," said deer. "The Great Spirit will inform your people that each week a young maiden of marrying age must be brought to you here. If she is unworthy, she will be sent home. Only the maiden found worthy need be sacrificed to you."
"I still don't understand," cried the warrior. "What does this have to do with finding love?"
"The maiden who sees you for yourself and not the form of the bear which you currently inhabit, will prove herself worthy of your love." With that the deer disappeared.
The brave settled down in the cave to wait. As promised, within a week, a tribal elder brought a young maiden to him. He walked up to the girl who immediately screamed and tried to move away. The brave shook his head no, which was the sign for the elder to take the girl away.
Week after week for more than a year, the ritual continued. But not one maiden saw past the bear exterior into the soul of the warrior. Just as the brave was about to give up altogether, an amazing thing happened.
As always, the tribal elder brought a young girl to the cave. And, as usual, the bear walked forward to see how the maiden would respond. But this time the girl smiled at him. "Hello," she said, looking straight into his deep brown eyes. "Are you the bear's keeper?"
"What?" asked the brave incredulously. "Do you not see the bear before you?" he asked.
"No," she responded. "I only see you. Is he inside the cave?" she queried.
With that, the brave's outer appearance changed so that even the tribal elder could see nothing but the handsome young brave. "At last," he said. "I have found someone who might love me for myself."
The warrior explained his story to the maiden and she was touched by his need to find someone who could see him for who he was and not what he represented. They quickly fell in love, returned home, and married.
It is said that no couple in the village was ever before or after as happy as the Bear Warrior and his maiden. They became a symbol of hope, faith, and most of all the power of true love.
~~A Native American Myth~~
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~~~~ A REMARKABLE TEACHER ~~~~
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May 4, 2009 8:01 am
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My late grandmother had adopted this teacher as a son in the 1960's...
He has taught 5th graders for 34 years.
Has traveled the world over the years and always has shared his exciting trips with family and his students.
His yearly Washington,D.C trips were very important...
and he did whatever he could do to help kids from every walk of life...
Mr.Johnson went above and beyond to find a way for them to be able to go on this trip.
This world needs more teachers like him...
giving to his students was his way of life.
A surprise came about 4 years ago...
one of my bestfriends that I had gone to school with...
began teaching at the same school as Mr.Johnson...
It was a neat moment to remember because it is an honor to know both of them.
Newspaper article
Published on: 5/1/2009
a man who could tell terrific stories of his travels and experiences --
could say after receiving the Wal-Mart Teacher of the Year Award at Johnson's Elementary School.
Wal-Mart presented Johnson a framed certificate and store vest, as well as a $1,000 check to be used to improve his classroom.
"I'm speechless -- totally awed," said Johnson, a fifth-grade teacher, who is probably best known for hosting Washington, D.C., trips for his students.
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"Being as I was nominated by parents and students, this is a very special award," Johnson said.
But he added that each teacher and student at the Elementary had a part in his success.
"This certificate should have every teacher and students' names," Johnson said."I'm fortunate to have good students and parents who want to work with teachers."
Johnson said he couldn't think of anywhere better to grow in a teaching career than his town's School District.
In fact, he said, his colleagues at other schools tease him about not being able to say even one bad thing about his town or South Dakota.
"What I really like about this school system is, if teachers have something or some idea that is really wonderful, they share it with other teachers -- not just keep it for themselves," Johnson said.
In addition, the district encourages teacher-student interaction beyond the one or more years they have them in class, Johnson said.
While he loves teaching, Johnson said the essence of education is helping students succeed through school and in the real world.
"I think it's wonderful to see how children grow, and I enjoy staying involved in their lives past the one year I have them," Johnson said.
"I've taught here for 34 years," he added, "and I could easily teach here another 34 years."
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TODAY IS YOUR DAY MR.JOHNSON
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~~~~LOVE STORY~~~~
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May 1, 2009 9:55 am
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We were both young when I first saw you...
I close my eyes and the flashback starts...
I'm standing there...
on a balcony in summer air...
See the lights...
see the party...
the ball gowns...
See you make your way through the crowd...
and say hello...
Little did I know...
That you were Romeo...
you were throwing pebbles...
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."...
And I was crying on the staircase...
begging you, 'Please, don't go.'"...
And I said...
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone....
I'll be waiting... all there's left to do is run...
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess...
It's a love story ...
baby just say 'Yes.'"...
So I sneak out to the garden to see you....
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew....
So close your eyes...
escape this town for a little while...
uh...uh...
'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter...
And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet"...
But you were everything to me...
I was begging you, 'Please, don't go,'"...
And I said...
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone....
I'll be waiting...
all there's left to do is run...
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess...
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'....
Romeo save me - they're tryin' to tell me how to feel...
This love is difficult... but it's real...
Don't be afraid... we'll make it out of this mess....
It's a love story - baby just say "Yes.'"...
Oh.... oh....
I got tired of waiting...
Wondering if you were ever comin' around...
My faith in you was fading...
When I met you on the outskirts of town...
And I said....
"Romeo save me - I've been feeling so alone...
I keep waiting for you but you never come....
Is this in thy head?...I don't know what to think-"...
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said....
"Marry me, Juliet - you'll never have to be alone....
I love you and that's all I really know....
I talked to your dad - go pick out a white dress...
It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes'"...
Oh.... oh. Oh... oh.
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you...
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very beautiful video
taylor swift "LOVE STORY" -official music video
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