House of NAE. The Memoir Which Became The Podcast Which Became The Calling.

It's a pretty word for pretty music. Enjoy. See you next week.

Hope you enjoy it. It's got to be sexy. It's got to be funky. Those are the only keys to my gate, Darlin'. Layered Lyrics. That's what I do. The first time mentor DJ AlenP at The Beat Music Academy told me it was a bad idea it felt like a boot in my ass. It felt like Momma saying to me at nine you cannot be anything you want as an answer to my question. I'm dramatic, but I also notice moments like this. I spent every moment after that learning to layer lyrics. Learning to do the shit I was told was a bad idea. I use BeatSync, not exclusively but sometimes. Told that was bad as well. So many rules for something which feels so free. I guess they are only rules if you label them that.  Consider this a re-introduction. The first dozen songs are HouseOfNae through and through...true blue spiral, blue heart, blue blood, platinum gold, HouseOfNae. In other words if you have a paper bag and a raffle ticket and 15 minutes (

Something happened. Went through the wormhole at 4 minutes and change, then the saxophones starated dueling. There was a message and white lines but we let it roll right to the dirty cash. Enjoy. See you August 10th at District Lounge, St. Pete, Florida.

It was so epic. Mix of my life. Thank you to all who were there in person, or who listened via FB Live online. Can't wait to do it again, hopefully in a month! See you August 10th at District Lounge, Saint Petersburg, Florida.

It's a tough old flowering vine. Bright colors. You neglect it, and it just grows back stronger. Thank you Santos Lounge, Afrobeats is my new very favorite thing

On the verge. On the brink. Not poised. Not poison. Not posed. Poise. Stay tuned.

For Lyndon Uy.

You think what you want. I know what it means. So much swing, so many layers for a post-pandemic, pre-apocolyptic June. Maybe hug a tree and dance it out for the world. We need it. Performed at District Lounge 6/1/23, HAPPY FUCKING PRIDE 2023!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Made on the fly...some of it worked, some of it didn't, but none of it terrible. Some of it was even MAGIC...just not that ending ;D #CallAndResponse #LayerThoseLyrics

The color of my favorite farmhouse roof. But this doesn't sound anything at all like that, darling. What? You can't hear Cerise? Pity. Here's a kiss to make it all better. It'll get better before you get married, my daddy used to say that. Handle ur sh*t.

This fabric turned out quite nice. Something old, new, borrowed, and BLEWWWWWWWW! WHOOSH! Go handle your sh*t. After you listen of course.

My 3rd mix for the month of April 2023. Ol' TS called April the cruelest month, but I think life is "BRUTIFUL" beautiful and brutal. So this mix reflects that. Thank you Tampa/St. Pete for the inspiration. See you at the bucket thing Sunday, Mr. Creosote!

My SECOND mix for the month of April 2023. Ol' TS called April the cruelest month, but I think life is "BRUTIFUL" beautiful and brutal. So this mix reflects that. It also reflects a new chapter and new direction. Twelve mixes a year, three hours each.

SPRING COLLECTION APRIL 2023. Let's start with a good hat. Why don't you Diana Vreeland? Ol' TS called April the cruelest month, but I think life is "BRUTIFUL" beautiful and brutal and this mix reflects that. Something a little sexy, more flirty than dirty. With a liberal sprinkling of metal filings darling because Mama loves a gritty layer to chew on. This is me. I love churchy gospel, but I love something more too. Of all the mixes I've done HH is the one most me. Which if you know HouseOfNae at all, means a great deal. Pretty damn proud of it in other words so I hope you'll give it a listen. You might even hear a few familiar beats ;) Homburg Hidalgo also marks a new chapter and new direction. Three hours of music a month, 88 songs approximately, that I will mix, spin, layer, rotate, match, rotate and blend into a different sauce every week. 88 songs to do the same to you. Sure hope I get to spin these hours somewhere live soon. Maybe I'll go camping ;)

To say I'm grateful is an understatement. Thank you for an incredible night at Steep Station Don Solo and the entire High Vibe Tribe 727! Hot House Ecstatic Dance Forever! Thank you for celebrating "Oscar Day" with this Cosmic Disco Giraffe :)

It's jubilant in Ishtar's temple of gold, beautiful church gospel every color of the rainbow. Until life happens. Again. Surrender the Trigger! The mix must SLOW DOWN. You might be making a "big mistake". But then. You learn to "...Breathe.Love.Breathe."

Quick, tight thirty. Mixture of old and new, borrowed and blue. Woven and layered and thick, sometimes scrapey, sometimes scratchy, sometimes like chocolate silk pie. Yeah your Dream Weaver mixes her metaphors too when she's making fabric. Enjoy my giraffes.

Sounds even better than it did in my ears LIVE. We begin church-ey get a little scrape-ey then glide up into the air right at sunset. Ever seen that street in NYC where this happens once a year? Yeah, High Vibe Friday felt a lot like that. Thx Don Solo :)

Sartorialist. A favorite word. Tried to sell Bonobos at Nordstrom. They wouldn't have me. Now I'm glad bc my calling is elsewhere. On the dancefloor. Adjusting beats instead of the shirtcuffs of my boys. They said I was the only one who ever did it right.

I love a good waistcoat, darling. Brocaded. Elaborate. It makes me think of Dandies. Mercenaries wielding swords in floppy hats. It makes me think of PIRATES. Thank you One of Us Events! Playing B2B with Valentina Schwartz & La Catira was incredibleeeee.

Stomping boots. Everybody should have a pair and that's the thing about stomping boots. They can take many forms. The ring you slam on your finger as you walk out the door. The coat that makes you feel like an Empress when you enter a room. Those stomping boots making noise as you throw yourself across the room in such a way it looks like you're gliding. That's the kind of attitude we need these days. An ease and purpose. I hope this mix brings you that. ps. A couple missteps but there's always that. This is the moment I actually have something to say, because I finally learned my letters. I finally learned to walk. To stomp.

A lot like that. Fabulous. Makes a statement. Messy halfway down the back in that one place because you whispered to a darling someone and they pitched their drink sloppy. Still it's your favorite coat. You wear it with your stomping boots. Like life.

With 111% Nae-Nae. Mixing feels like fabric making, something I also do. Cosmic Giraffe fabric is wholly me, w/crazy patterns which somehow fit. Frayed edges when Mama forgets but mostly seamless. Glitch, some church, lots of comets. Allow them darling.

My first paid gig. So yeah, this one I'm gonna remember when I'm old and gray and rocking in the chair with a Cheshire Cat smile. Thinking how I did some shit. Yep. I sure fucking did. Enjoy. Merry Christmas. Remember to allow. Show up for your life.

Don't let the title fool you. Deep dark metal tech house played in a dim club at a late hour. The time when you feel like you're the only one hearing that particular sound under that other sound. That's my space. That's me. That's Malibu Skipperland.

Debutante Walking. Debutante Werquing. Debutante Manifesting. This mix is my debut, Sunday, December 11, 2022, Saigon Blonde. 9pm. The first rest stop on a long journey. Thank you. To everyone who liked, encouraged, scolded, loved or gave me a LET'S GO!

Won't start none, won't be none. By the end you'll be stomping. House which starts hard and fast, and stays there. House which feels like a rock to the face. Because Momma werquing Xmas retail God bless. Sometimes you need a house built of ROCKS.

Stomping. By the end you'll be marching. House which starts loud, hard, fast, and stays there. House which feels like a rock to the face except for the moments when it feels like warm, sunny, crisp linen sheets. Just like life. Exactly like life.

Hard and fast. Because last week sucked and I don't want to carry it with me. Tech House with a fudge ripple layer of Love Unlimited Orchestra vibes if it was mixed with bones of titanium and whirled around a garage like an industrial tornado. Because you're worth it darling, you really are. Walk on. Let it go. Make it WERQ!

Flow. Buttery glittery and soft. With a bit of Finland at the end for a nice peppermint patty chill. Because it's good to have a bit of conflict in your art. Especially if makes you tingle and giggle. Wear a hat today. Why don't you? Why not?

Started oiled bronze with a bit of grey steel then went all Strawberry Bubbalicious on the thing. Sparkly, glittery, like diamonds on the water. Aperol spritz and frozen limoncello. Ending with a shot of Jager. Enjoy my darlings. Toast this BRUTIFUL life.* *Sure there's a bit of finger painting at the beginning, here and there. It's a process like anything else. But the curation? Yeah. Feels solid.

Arya, darling. Syrio Forel in ballet shoes. Diamonds skip-dancing on my clear blue waters. I've heard it all before. But now it feels different. I see your glitter. I honor it. I bow to it in prayer. To all the boys who showed me how and why to find it...

Bain de Soleil darling. Hawaiian Tropic. Panama Jack with Dark Rum gimme some. It's a beach party on the sand at TRAX. Or we're on the back patio w/cactus juice at The Pyramid #RVA dreaming of TRAX. Dreaming big fat nasty beats you can bite into. Bubblelicious, a burst of flavor with every beat. Booty-shakin, earthquakin' church rafters raisin' organ pounding, dancing in the aisles and on the ISLE. Revelation. Sexy stuff.

Just a quickie...bc I'm tired of hearing myself talk. Pivoting is necessary. Welcome House of Nae DJ Salon! Not hair silly, shop talk. With pizza. DJ Luis Martinez is the first guest. Did you know he used to be a chef? Here are the details. Keep shaking.

Get ready. TECH HOUSE. Mama took a 180 degree spin and then did it again and liked it so much she did it again and again and again...

Second Mix. Fielden's, where I spun around many a night, DJ George Bricero at my side. Trying to find out who I was within the beats & mirrors. Mixture of old and new on a more chill, vibe. Like a lazy pool party. Or an after-hours basement.

Soft launch begins. Like any good restaurant, I have an opening for friends and followers only. Welcome to your exclusive! Plus, a small segment on cheerleading for others. The gold and the tarnish. House of NAE begins her orbit today 8/22/22. Big Love.

Whether you're Picard or Patricia at the club, it's important to engage. W/your surroundings, your feelings, your body. Your DJ when she's playing THAT song :D :D :D Srsly tho, ENGAGEMENT is the 3-2-1 contact of everything. Which I learned the hard way.

Push through. Because sometimes when you do, magic happens. Here's one story, one example but there are millions. Show up for your life. Face the music. Push through to the other side of your pain. Because joy lives there.

Surprise! Momma got a wild hair and did her first mix. Expect more. Two per month. Starting today. Because once upon a time I wrote a book. Which became a podcast. Which became a life's purpose. Here's the first chapter to the next volume. A better version with fewer slipups. Life always gives you a redo. Plus I hear home in that bass. www.houseofnae.com This one's for DJ George. Kiss kiss.

Just like Marie Kondo can rearrange your house, a good DJ can create a castle for your mind. If you allow. This is a collaboration and the stories they tell are some of the best narratives ever. Erik Horton, Russ Urban, Luis Martinez, and Alen P are just a few.

...not THAT movie. Because that sh*t is nasty. I'm talking about the dream of a life-long marriage. Eight of my friends are divorcing. Let's take a moment to remember all the love we lost during the pandemic. Before we pivot to a new purpose. HOUSE MUSIC.

This isn't some white lady BS or an SNL sketch from the 80's. This is real emotional medicine. I was taught looking into a mirror was sinful. Vanity. Best avoided. But how else do you get to know yourself? Plus HOUSE MUSIC IN TAMPA IS EVERYTHING BABYYYYY!

Light a sparkler for us. Protest in whatever way you can. March with a sign, share info, make art. I plan on making people safe with BIG NASTY BEATS. I'm a House Music DJ. Here are my plans. Also, the LGBT concept of "Delayed Adolescence" Please join me

I might be many things and wear many labels, but second class citizen is not one of them. If you agree with the Supreme Court's decision? Unfollow me know. Because as a famous meme just said, I've had better Supremes eating a Crunch Wrap at Taco Bell.

I hate it when women cut their eyes at you, say tsk tsk. I do it too all the tie. Why? I have thoughts. On that as well as the epidemic of gun violence. What I'm doing about it. Starts out a little scattered, but stick with it for a HHUUGGEE announcement!

Thank you Matt Mac! Yes, his book Greenlights remains in my rearview mirror. Pivoting, making another choice instead of running to hide within your favorite emotional blanket when the going gets tough. Which it certainly did this week. No worries. Pivot.

I'm back. Did you miss me? For three weeks I've been coughing like a barking dog flat on my back. Found my life's purpose and the Tower Card fell so hard it almost derailed me. Almost. That's the thing about finding your purpose. It becomes your fuel.

After 50 years of looking, I found my purpose. To make asses shake and souls quake. To make nasty beats which make you levitate. I'm a DJ in the House of NAE. This is my manifesto. Remember to allow, my friends. Because sometimes when you do, you have a EUREKA! which was meant to be. PULSE NIGHTCLUB. Speak their names. Never forget. This purpose is for them. This purpose is Soul Revival. This purpose is Club Church.

Mercury Retrograde. Some folks cringe but I've learned to plan around it. This white lady ain't bragging Gurl, please, I had to fall down a lot to figure this out. Now I rest. Think. Brainstorm. Plan. Adjust, which is my BFF's word for housecleaning. Make it werq for you. Because you have VALUE. The topic of my next podcast. Stay tuned.

Do you know your value? A good friend said this to me early on in my divorce proceedings and I FELL OUT. Now I discover my value each moment of each day. In fact, I'm ready to discard the concept entirely. I was born perfect. So were you. Here's why :)