Sara Alina

Voice, humility and maturity all at once.


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A Halloween Story

It has come and gone! Halloween was always one of my favorite occasions when I was a kid. I loved, and still love, to dress up as something unusual. But trick or treating was never my favorite. I would very rarely go trick or treating. I used to set up pranks in front of my house to scare others, that is my the real pleasure! So don’t thinking about coming by my house without getting scared!

Here is a Halloween story that actually scares me….

“The reports had been on the radio all day, though she hadn’t paid much attention to them. Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious. But this didn’t interest her. She was more worried about what to wear on her date.After several consultation calls with friends, she chose a blue outfit in the very latest style and was ready and waiting on the porch when her boyfriend came to pick her up in his car. They went to a drive-in movie with another couple, then dropped them off and went parking in the local lover’s lane. The blue outfit was a hit, and she cuddled close to her boyfriend as they kissed to the sound of romantic music on the radio.Then the announcer came on and repeated the warning she had heard that afternoon. An insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn’t seem so romantic to her. The lover’s lane was secluded and off the beaten track. A perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, she thought, pushing her amorous boyfriend away.”Maybe we should get out of here,” she said. “That Hook Man sounds dangerous.”"Awe, c’mon babe, it’s nothing,” her boyfriend said, trying to get in another kiss. She pushed him away again.”No, really. We’re all alone out here. I’m scared,” she said.They argued for a moment. Then the car shook a bit, as if something…or someone…had touched it. She gave a shriek and said: “Get us out of here now!”"Jeeze,” her boyfriend said in disgust, but he turned the key and went roaring out of the lover’s lane with a screeching of his tires.They drove home in stony silence, and when they pulled into her driveway, he refused to help her out of the car. He was being so unreasonable, she fumed to herself. She opened the door indignantly and stepped into her driveway with her chin up and her lips set. Whirling around, she slammed the door as hard as she could. And then she screamed.Her boyfriend leapt out of the car and caught her in his arms. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he shouted. Then he saw it. A bloody hook hung from the handle of the passenger-side door.”

Happy Halloween

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My Brand New Bio

On Where Pianos Roam

Since my album "Seahorses" will be unveiled in new online markets over the next few months, I thought it would be a good time to update my bio. As of today, my album is  now officially available on! So, here it is.  (Please let me know what you think):"I've always wanted to make music that I could believe in, to convey a search for truth and share the hidden desires I've always felt.  My songs carry with them the struggles and hopes that I have faced in my own life." --Gordon Roqué If you ask Gordon Roqué what his musical background is, he'll be inclined to tell you that he learned music by sitting on a beach as a teenager for countless hours and thinking about life while staring out into the sea. As unusual as this might sound, it pretty much exemplifies who he is as a musician and a human being.  There has always been a sense of exploration and discovery in his life and work. Having grown up on a tropical island in the South Pacific called American Samoa, Roqué spent many years hearing the calming rhythms of crashing waves by his seaside home.  He always took the time to commune with the endless blue ocean.  It was his blank canvas--an infinite space for his imagination to grow.  He often thought about the world beyond and underneath the blue, about the truths concealed just below the surface of things or the unknowns just beyond the horizon. It was this desire for discovery that prompted him to teach himself to play the piano after only six-months of formal training when he was just seven years old.  His musical education has been an endless succession of unearthing skills and abilities he did not know he had. Life outside of music also presented other discoveries.  Roqué would come face to face with hardships within his own family and with the joys and challenges that come with loving someone deeply. Roqué says that there have been battles hard-fought and wounds still healing. This is all hugely apparent in the songs from Roque's debut album "Seahorses".  From the uptempo bluesy-ness of "Villain" to the vintage music box feel of "Mr. Stranger" to the understated and string-laden "Tears In Savannah", an unfailing desire to explore multiple musical textures is quite apparent.  From an emotional and lyrical standpoint, there is the percussive anger in the fiery song "Fear", the sense of isolation in the "The Boy In the Room", and the slightest glimmer of hope in the piano/cello ballad "Pale Sunshine".   Roque's own tender, private losses are honestly shared. With the ocean as his teacher and his life as his guide, Gordon Roqué forges an unconventional musical path.  In his music, there are unfathomable depths just underneath a clear, smooth surface, a vision encompassing far more than the eyes can see. © 2009 Gordon Roqué  All Rights Reserved.

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