This is NOT Spinal Tap…

Do you remember the mockumentary, “This is Spinal Tap?” Rock band plans a tour…low ticket sales…concerts cancelled…tensions grow…band starts falling apart due to the lack of support. Well kids, that’s not what we have here.

This group pictured here are part of the Tampa Bay Musicians Co-op. Started back in March of 2011 by Regina AaMacha, a singer/songwriter who moved to the village two years ago, and saw an opportunity to create a place where musicians could gather together and support one another. A place where these peeps could learn and grow…helping them define themselves as musicians.

ARE YOU INTRIGUED?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I thought you would be…

Starting with the concept–the right music at the right place. Regina and other supporters work with venues to establish their needs, then musicians are chosen–of which there are over 100 members–that will supply the right fit. Central command, as it is commonly called by the co-op, is connected to the Fleur de Lis Cafe…Regina’s other passion…her cafe and specialty foods market. This space is used for rehearsing, meetings, workshops and teaching, and all musicians pay a low monthly fee to be a part of this enterprising association.

MUSIC…puts us in touch with our emotions. It makes us sing out loud, dance and sometimes cry…it’s a gift-

(Had to divert for a sec to get my message out there…after all, this is my blog…right?)

The co-op gets calls every week from other venues, for weddings, music lessons and mentoring…just putting ideas out there if any readers need some musical talent and not sure where to look. Just want to hear some music??? Try Wednesdays from 7-10pm with FREELOW’s JAM or Saturdays with Open Mic Nite. Thursdays the co-op features Legends & Lore…a songwriter workshop.

The Tampa Bay Music Co-op…building the bridge to connect local musicians, fans and venues.

Tampa Bay Musicians Co-op
737 Main Street
Safety Harbor, FL 34695
(727) 742-8333

Listen for the music.
This is Safety Harbor, FL and this is my village…


That Coastal Flow…

You follow your heart’s love. Your life’s happiness will follow you.
-Sri Chinmoy

Novelist, Charrie Hazard spent her childhood on the water–something that she loved. She also knew, at a very young age, that writing had an authentic tug on her heart–something that she was meant to do.

So, here starts my little story…post…whatever…about going with that universal current. Charrie and her family decided to move to Safety Harbor because it embodied that community feel…what I like refer to as that coastal flow.

AAAHHH!!! The flow of the village with its calm and relaxing waters…Main Street lined with beautiful trees that are lit up every night…quirky locals and their absolute love and support for the arts…quirky locals and their constant dedication to preserving their village.

She had a clearly defined idea of what her home would be like–and I guess–she had a good connection to that universal flow that answers our requests, as long as, we are open to the thought that…anything is possible. The house she’s in now was not listed on the market, but she was very intrigued by it. Submerging herself in that current, Charrie asked her realtor to contact the owners and see if they were open to the possibility of selling their home.


It perfectly placed Charrie and her family in that house…her detailed description of how it should look on the inside,in her mind, was almost exactly the same as what she had visioned as she walked through the house. This home gave Charrie the space to create her heart’s love–writing.

HERE’S CHARRIE…NOVEL IN HAND. “Falling into the Sun” is an insightful tale dealing with the mood disorders of a child and the struggles of a mother to restore balance to the child and to the family unit. She is the recipient of “Best Novel” 2009 Letters Competition awarded to her by the National League of American Pen Women, Inc., Florida Association, and also the 2011 Gold Recipient of Mom’s Choice Award.

Charrie Hazard…finding the flow and writing her heart out.

This is Safety Harbor, Florida and this is my village…