sewage sprinkled with flute blossoms.
If you fall for this, you'll fall for anything. The new Wendy's commercial has a deeper spiritual message with a better beat. And, at least a square cheeseburger will fill you up, unlike this garbage.
If you fall for this, you'll fall for anything. The new Wendy's commercial has a deeper spiritual message with a better beat. And, at least a square cheeseburger will fill you up, unlike this garbage.
She's regarded by knowledgable Indian people as a non-Indian new-age wannabe whose presentation of ersatz "Indian spirituality" bears no resemblence to authentic traditions. Indians call her "Booke Medicine Ego" and pity the defrauded few who pay her to keep spouting made-up new agism decorated with feathers to seem cool. Since this is a music review, I'll mention that he music is exactly what you would expect from her: a collection of every "gotta have" Indian stereotype sound you can imagine. You've got your Hollywood "Ind'in drum" beats, rattles, and flutes--none of it very distinctive.