I want...
To be a small piece of your life.
To smell you in the morning air.
To feel your hair on my shoulder.
To know you are close.
I want...
To know when the day is going well.
To fix it when it's not.
To be cool when your are heated.
To be warm when you feel cold.
My heart does all these things.
My heart does it so easily.
My hearts can do anything.
Just let me.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Happy ThanksGiving Anyway
Whether you have things to be grateful for or even if you delude yourself into believing that you do...I sincerely offer my thanks everyday.
And I'll do it again, tomorrow.
To you and everyone,be happy and well.
And I'll do it again, tomorrow.
To you and everyone,be happy and well.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Guts Versus Brains
Some music causes a reaction on a purely visceral level.
(60-100 beats per minute/bpm will cause you to involuntarily tap your foot, dance, et cetera)
Some Led Zeppelin tunes will flat out cause me to receive a citation for exceeding the speed limit.
Other music moves us in a polar opposite direction.
Intellectually you identify with - lyrics, melody what ever the particular hook happens to be.
Joni Mitchell's lyrics or John McLaughlin's digital(fingers, not media) - [rolling my eyes] prowess.
The above two examples also blur the lines - Mitchell's voice thrills me viscerally and her lyrics stimulate me intellectually.
People that can do both - genius.
What I also find interesting is that we do not all fall under the same spell.
For some it is the Bass line that turns them on.
While for others, it's the upper registers; when the violins play, they get chills.
(interesting aside - there are certain intervals (the space between two notes) that cause their own reactions. Minor lines can make us cry while blatantly Major pieces mixed with percussion get labeled as 'rousing.')
Is this Evolution trying new 'instincts?'
Why would woodworking bring the same thrill that playing a piece perfectly brings?
And to further confuse the issue, the stimulation is 100% sex.
It is the same pleasure derived from procreation - which is why I tend to see it as Evolution taking new survival predispositions out for a spin.
Do you appreciate both?
One?
The other?
(60-100 beats per minute/bpm will cause you to involuntarily tap your foot, dance, et cetera)
Some Led Zeppelin tunes will flat out cause me to receive a citation for exceeding the speed limit.
Other music moves us in a polar opposite direction.
Intellectually you identify with - lyrics, melody what ever the particular hook happens to be.
Joni Mitchell's lyrics or John McLaughlin's digital(fingers, not media) - [rolling my eyes] prowess.
The above two examples also blur the lines - Mitchell's voice thrills me viscerally and her lyrics stimulate me intellectually.
People that can do both - genius.
What I also find interesting is that we do not all fall under the same spell.
For some it is the Bass line that turns them on.
While for others, it's the upper registers; when the violins play, they get chills.
(interesting aside - there are certain intervals (the space between two notes) that cause their own reactions. Minor lines can make us cry while blatantly Major pieces mixed with percussion get labeled as 'rousing.')
Is this Evolution trying new 'instincts?'
Why would woodworking bring the same thrill that playing a piece perfectly brings?
And to further confuse the issue, the stimulation is 100% sex.
It is the same pleasure derived from procreation - which is why I tend to see it as Evolution taking new survival predispositions out for a spin.
Do you appreciate both?
One?
The other?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
LD3
Lionel Dozier III.
Wakes have their own music.
A different rhythm.
Some move in a loping gait.
Others trot.
But they do not have the normal feel that other parties have. There is more reflection.
We tend to look at what we have versus what we want.
Some get motivated by this dynamic.
Most people, I am sorry to say, think they will always have tomorrow to fix/adjust whatever inadequacies they harbor or face.
Have a Manhattan.
Shave your eyebrows.
Be the sweetest, most kind, well educated, articulate man and you'd be Lionel.
What madness took him, I can't say.
But I fear he kept far too much of himself hidden away.
Fear for one reason or another kept him hidden from view.
Hidden from the very people that cared for him.
We loved you, pal.
You too, Gizmo.
I need to get off my ass.
Wakes have their own music.
A different rhythm.
Some move in a loping gait.
Others trot.
But they do not have the normal feel that other parties have. There is more reflection.
We tend to look at what we have versus what we want.
Some get motivated by this dynamic.
Most people, I am sorry to say, think they will always have tomorrow to fix/adjust whatever inadequacies they harbor or face.
Have a Manhattan.
Shave your eyebrows.
Be the sweetest, most kind, well educated, articulate man and you'd be Lionel.
What madness took him, I can't say.
But I fear he kept far too much of himself hidden away.
Fear for one reason or another kept him hidden from view.
Hidden from the very people that cared for him.
We loved you, pal.
You too, Gizmo.
I need to get off my ass.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Support Whatever New and Cutting Edge You Find
Local musicians need a hand.
Not so locals working the road and living the "dream" need all the help you can give them.
I recently found a Meetup group dedicated to patronizing the local bands in the Orange County area.
Bravo!
One of the best in this niche has been McCabes of Santa Monica.
http://www.mccabes.com/
They are a guitar shop that present very intimate and inexpensive shows displaying a wide variety of musical genres...from Childrens Matinées to the very edge of cutting hipness such as Jill Sobule.
Local venues such as this need the support not to mention the acts themselves.
With the advent of social networking - ala Facebook and MySpace, musicians and the venues themselves have taken to spreading the word via the viral lifeline.
We can debate the positive and negative aspects of being so plugged in at another time; suffice it to say I find it intrusive and somewhat counter productive.
But to the word for today is - Support Your Local Venue.
Not so locals working the road and living the "dream" need all the help you can give them.
I recently found a Meetup group dedicated to patronizing the local bands in the Orange County area.
Bravo!
One of the best in this niche has been McCabes of Santa Monica.
http://www.mccabes.com/
They are a guitar shop that present very intimate and inexpensive shows displaying a wide variety of musical genres...from Childrens Matinées to the very edge of cutting hipness such as Jill Sobule.
Local venues such as this need the support not to mention the acts themselves.
With the advent of social networking - ala Facebook and MySpace, musicians and the venues themselves have taken to spreading the word via the viral lifeline.
We can debate the positive and negative aspects of being so plugged in at another time; suffice it to say I find it intrusive and somewhat counter productive.
But to the word for today is - Support Your Local Venue.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Pirate Radio
Critics blow.
They pontificate and tell us what a movie lacks or doesn't and because they have a passion for films they know better than we do.
Our likes or dislikes.
Pirate Radio was a blast!
Phillip Seymour Hoffman was, for the first time that I am aware of (meaning I never liked him, he more often than not played such dark people and he did it well), a character I felt such sympathy for...he was...me?
But then so was Carl, or Simon - the movie should have been titled "The Three Faces of e."
And then the rest of the cast?
By the end of the movie you had been drawn into the little family of kooks and misfits that had drawn together by the love of music.
As they express their own love for one another, you silently lifted your glass in toast, "Rock & Roll."
Go see this!
Off to see The Kink - Since Ray Davies is not getting along with Dave, can I rightly refer to this as "going to see The Kinks?"
I think not.
But it should be a great show in any case.
They pontificate and tell us what a movie lacks or doesn't and because they have a passion for films they know better than we do.
Our likes or dislikes.
Pirate Radio was a blast!
Phillip Seymour Hoffman was, for the first time that I am aware of (meaning I never liked him, he more often than not played such dark people and he did it well), a character I felt such sympathy for...he was...me?
But then so was Carl, or Simon - the movie should have been titled "The Three Faces of e."
And then the rest of the cast?
By the end of the movie you had been drawn into the little family of kooks and misfits that had drawn together by the love of music.
As they express their own love for one another, you silently lifted your glass in toast, "Rock & Roll."
Go see this!
Off to see The Kink - Since Ray Davies is not getting along with Dave, can I rightly refer to this as "going to see The Kinks?"
I think not.
But it should be a great show in any case.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Denzel Meets August Wilson
Denzel Washington Is Broadway Bound
By PATRICK HEALY; Compiled by MELENA RYZIK
Published: November 10, 2009
Another major film star is heading to Broadway: The two-time Academy Award winner Denzel Washington will play Troy Maxson in a revival of August Wilson’s “Fences” next spring, according to an executive involved with the production. James Earl Jones played the role of Troy, a former baseball player now working as a garbage collector, in the original 1987 Broadway production of “Fences,” which won the Pulitzer Prize for drama and the Tony Award for best play that year. “Fences” was one of Wilson’s biggest commercial hits on Broadway, running for 525 performances. Mr. Washington, 54, above, last appeared on Broadway in 2005 as Brutus in “Julius Caesar,” which was a box-office smash despite mixed reviews. He received an Academy Award for best actor in “Training Day” in 2002, and for best supporting actor for “Glory” in 1990. The dates of the revival have not been confirmed, said the executive, who spoke on condition of anonymity because the producers, Carole Shorenstein Hays and Scott Rudin, had not authorized comment. Kenny Leon, who directed “A Raisin in the Sun” and two Wilson plays on Broadway, “Gem of the Ocean” and “Radio Golf,” is in negotiations to direct.
Go now, get tickets.
What are you waiting for?
If you've never seen or read August Wilson, you are in for a huge treat.
Although his stories are about the African-American experience in the Pittsburgh area from the late 1890s through the 1950s, his words evoke things all men have in common.
We all know one of the characters in his plays, and we've all had the moral dilemma his characters face. They are unique in the perspective, but universal in the appeal.
By PATRICK HEALY; Compiled by MELENA RYZIK
Published: November 10, 2009
Another major film star is heading to Broadway: The two-time Academy Award winner Denzel Washington will play Troy Maxson in a revival of August Wilson’s “Fences” next spring, according to an executive involved with the production. James Earl Jones played the role of Troy, a former baseball player now working as a garbage collector, in the original 1987 Broadway production of “Fences,” which won the Pulitzer Prize for drama and the Tony Award for best play that year. “Fences” was one of Wilson’s biggest commercial hits on Broadway, running for 525 performances. Mr. Washington, 54, above, last appeared on Broadway in 2005 as Brutus in “Julius Caesar,” which was a box-office smash despite mixed reviews. He received an Academy Award for best actor in “Training Day” in 2002, and for best supporting actor for “Glory” in 1990. The dates of the revival have not been confirmed, said the executive, who spoke on condition of anonymity because the producers, Carole Shorenstein Hays and Scott Rudin, had not authorized comment. Kenny Leon, who directed “A Raisin in the Sun” and two Wilson plays on Broadway, “Gem of the Ocean” and “Radio Golf,” is in negotiations to direct.
Go now, get tickets.
What are you waiting for?
If you've never seen or read August Wilson, you are in for a huge treat.
Although his stories are about the African-American experience in the Pittsburgh area from the late 1890s through the 1950s, his words evoke things all men have in common.
We all know one of the characters in his plays, and we've all had the moral dilemma his characters face. They are unique in the perspective, but universal in the appeal.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I Think
I think about you all the time,
I think about you night & day.
I think about you even more,
When you have absolutely nothing to say.
I know that when you’re there, everything’s alright,
I know when you’re not in the mood I plan to stay out of sight.
And even when you are not there,
I hear your voice anyway, everywhere.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
We ran up the heighest peaks,
And fireworks rained down.
We lay in each others arms with no one else around.
I looked into those smiling eyes,
And then and there my heart said goodbye.
I knew I had no say in it.
It was only mine to play it.
I know that when you’re there, everything’s alright,
I know when you’re not in the mood I plan to stay out of sight.
And even when you are not there,
I hear your voice anyway, everywhere.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
I think about you night & day.
I think about you even more,
When you have absolutely nothing to say.
I know that when you’re there, everything’s alright,
I know when you’re not in the mood I plan to stay out of sight.
And even when you are not there,
I hear your voice anyway, everywhere.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
We ran up the heighest peaks,
And fireworks rained down.
We lay in each others arms with no one else around.
I looked into those smiling eyes,
And then and there my heart said goodbye.
I knew I had no say in it.
It was only mine to play it.
I know that when you’re there, everything’s alright,
I know when you’re not in the mood I plan to stay out of sight.
And even when you are not there,
I hear your voice anyway, everywhere.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
It's the price that I pay to have a piece of you today.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Carole King and James Taylor
James Taylor and Carole King To Start Tour In Australia
by Paul Cashmere - November 11 2009
James Taylor and Carole King will team up for a world tour in March 2010 and it will begin in Melbourne, Australia.
Taylor has put the first dates up on his official website with Australia, New Zealand, Japan and Los Angeles getting the first view of the shows.
King and Taylor go back to the 70’s when he recorded her ‘You’ve Got A Friend’ and had a massive global hit with the song. Carole King also recorded the song for ‘Tapestry’, the biggest selling album of her career.
The tour is dubbed ‘The Troubadour Reunion’, a nod to the Los Angeles nightclub where not only Taylor and King made their name, but also artists like Elton John, Eagles and Joni Mitchell.
The Troubadour was the place when a drunk John Lennon and Harry Nilsson were removed for heckling the Smothers Brothers.
In 2007, James Taylor and Carole King played a series of shows to mark the 50th anniversary of the iconic venue at 9081 Santa Monica Blvd.
The “Troubadour Reunion’ tour dates are:
March 27, Melbourne, Rod Laver Arena
March 31, Brisbane, Entertainment Centre
April 3, Hunter Valle, Hope Arena
April 6, Sydney, Entertainment Centre
April 10, Auckland, Vector Arena
April 14, Tokyo, Budokan
April 16, Tokyo, Budokan
May 14, Los Angeles, Hollywood Bowl
Tickets are available $116-$118 a piece.
http://tickets.mycityrocks.com/ResultsGeneral.aspx?kwds=James+Taylor+%26+Carole+King+Los+Angeles+Hollywood+Bowl+California+CA+Tickets+Cheap+Show+Discount
See you there!
by Paul Cashmere - November 11 2009
James Taylor and Carole King will team up for a world tour in March 2010 and it will begin in Melbourne, Australia.
Taylor has put the first dates up on his official website with Australia, New Zealand, Japan and Los Angeles getting the first view of the shows.
King and Taylor go back to the 70’s when he recorded her ‘You’ve Got A Friend’ and had a massive global hit with the song. Carole King also recorded the song for ‘Tapestry’, the biggest selling album of her career.
The tour is dubbed ‘The Troubadour Reunion’, a nod to the Los Angeles nightclub where not only Taylor and King made their name, but also artists like Elton John, Eagles and Joni Mitchell.
The Troubadour was the place when a drunk John Lennon and Harry Nilsson were removed for heckling the Smothers Brothers.
In 2007, James Taylor and Carole King played a series of shows to mark the 50th anniversary of the iconic venue at 9081 Santa Monica Blvd.
The “Troubadour Reunion’ tour dates are:
March 27, Melbourne, Rod Laver Arena
March 31, Brisbane, Entertainment Centre
April 3, Hunter Valle, Hope Arena
April 6, Sydney, Entertainment Centre
April 10, Auckland, Vector Arena
April 14, Tokyo, Budokan
April 16, Tokyo, Budokan
May 14, Los Angeles, Hollywood Bowl
Tickets are available $116-$118 a piece.
http://tickets.mycityrocks.com/ResultsGeneral.aspx?kwds=James+Taylor+%26+Carole+King+Los+Angeles+Hollywood+Bowl+California+CA+Tickets+Cheap+Show+Discount
See you there!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
No time wasted,
In pursuit.
No time reveled in,
Wayward things.
An eye awake,
Can be a nasty thing.
Better to sleep,
Better to dream.
Better to share,
To be half a pair.
A hand in a glove,
Me, in love.
Be careful what you wish for,
I've been told that before.
I only hope it's true,
Keep me from the wrong dream.
Better to share,
To be half a pair.
A hand in a glove,
Me, in love.
In pursuit.
No time reveled in,
Wayward things.
An eye awake,
Can be a nasty thing.
Better to sleep,
Better to dream.
Better to share,
To be half a pair.
A hand in a glove,
Me, in love.
Be careful what you wish for,
I've been told that before.
I only hope it's true,
Keep me from the wrong dream.
Better to share,
To be half a pair.
A hand in a glove,
Me, in love.
My Mind's Mixdown
Part of what makes up the symphony I hear is the mix down my mind performs.
If someone I dislike tells me the sun is shining outside, I'll go check for myself.
If someone I love tells me the same thing, I wonder why the sun is out.
I look for the 'truth' behind the words I hear.
Why is it that I assume the words I hear are not the God's Honest Truth?
That they were somehow crafted and shaped for my ears.
My mind will not leave well enough alone.
Words or music.
I am always analyzing, looking for deeper meaning...why?
Is it my eternal optimism?
If a friend says something, that I accept at face value?
But once there is deep emotion invested the search for meaning starts.
I realize how this confounds and bothers some.
It does allow me to explore songs and lyrics that some will accept at face value and in the process miss the inherent truth.
Books don't have this effect upon me.
I wonder why?
I just assume I know what the author intended.
Or art?
It's the same - I accept my own feelings as the intention of the artist.
Is this the tortured artist?
Am I bipolar? Was Van Gogh?
Or is this somehow a normal occurrence between humans once feelings become involved?
Someone tell me, in plain words, please.
If someone I dislike tells me the sun is shining outside, I'll go check for myself.
If someone I love tells me the same thing, I wonder why the sun is out.
I look for the 'truth' behind the words I hear.
Why is it that I assume the words I hear are not the God's Honest Truth?
That they were somehow crafted and shaped for my ears.
My mind will not leave well enough alone.
Words or music.
I am always analyzing, looking for deeper meaning...why?
Is it my eternal optimism?
If a friend says something, that I accept at face value?
But once there is deep emotion invested the search for meaning starts.
I realize how this confounds and bothers some.
It does allow me to explore songs and lyrics that some will accept at face value and in the process miss the inherent truth.
Books don't have this effect upon me.
I wonder why?
I just assume I know what the author intended.
Or art?
It's the same - I accept my own feelings as the intention of the artist.
Is this the tortured artist?
Am I bipolar? Was Van Gogh?
Or is this somehow a normal occurrence between humans once feelings become involved?
Someone tell me, in plain words, please.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
The Simpler, The Better
Bob Dylan - Knockin On Heavens Door
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
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So what's this song saying to you?
Is it just a cowboys' lament as he lays dying?
Is it love of which he cries?
It is so simple in the words and melody - ah, but it's pure Grace.
Bobby has a way with the words, doesn't he?
Just as any artist can invoke different feeling in different people, Mr. Dylan can make you taste many emotions with something so simple it defies you to leave it alone.
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Cry Baby - The Beatles
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
The king of Marigold was in the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the queen
The queen was in the parlour
Playing piano for the children of the king.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.
The king was in the garden
Picking flowers for a friend who came to play
The queen was in the playroom
Painting pictures for the childrens holiday.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.
The duchess of Kircaldy always smiling
And arriving late for tea (George hits a note with strong vibrato)
The duke was having problems
With a message at the local bird and bee. (Now George plays a four note sting)
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.
At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby
Make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better
Cry baby cry
cry cry cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better (The harmonies here rival any Beachboys or CSNY)
So cry baby cry.
Can you take me back where I came from?
Can you take me back?
Can you take me back where I came from?
Brother can you take me back?
Can you take me back?
Oooh, can you take me where I came from?
Can you take me back?
Since the words are eloquent on their own in this case, it's the music that must simplify.
George plays all of five notes...they draw chills.
They come towards the end of the tune as the tension has been steadily building.
What a masterful use of both the word smiths craft and that of composer and performer.
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
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So what's this song saying to you?
Is it just a cowboys' lament as he lays dying?
Is it love of which he cries?
It is so simple in the words and melody - ah, but it's pure Grace.
Bobby has a way with the words, doesn't he?
Just as any artist can invoke different feeling in different people, Mr. Dylan can make you taste many emotions with something so simple it defies you to leave it alone.
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Cry Baby - The Beatles
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better.
The king of Marigold was in the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the queen
The queen was in the parlour
Playing piano for the children of the king.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.
The king was in the garden
Picking flowers for a friend who came to play
The queen was in the playroom
Painting pictures for the childrens holiday.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.
The duchess of Kircaldy always smiling
And arriving late for tea (George hits a note with strong vibrato)
The duke was having problems
With a message at the local bird and bee. (Now George plays a four note sting)
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.
At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby
Make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better
Cry baby cry
cry cry cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better (The harmonies here rival any Beachboys or CSNY)
So cry baby cry.
Can you take me back where I came from?
Can you take me back?
Can you take me back where I came from?
Brother can you take me back?
Can you take me back?
Oooh, can you take me where I came from?
Can you take me back?
Since the words are eloquent on their own in this case, it's the music that must simplify.
George plays all of five notes...they draw chills.
They come towards the end of the tune as the tension has been steadily building.
What a masterful use of both the word smiths craft and that of composer and performer.
The Stars Influence Upon My Work
http://www.creators.com/lifestylefeatures/horoscopes/horoscopes-by-holiday.html
If you asked me five or more years ago if I thought the position of the stars in any way could be interpreted or read I would have summarily laughed you out of bounds.
It was not open for discussion.
It was just one of those truths.
And besides, my crazy brother and sister in-law were rabid adherents.
Then one day, someone introduced my eyes to Ms Mathis.
Yeah, more often than not her pronouncements are very generic and vague, incredibly similar to the many Astrologers out there.
However, Holiday has a funny knack of really hitting solid home runs...she's batting in the 400s easily.
And the amount of specifics is uncanny at times.
I read her column everyday.
In other ways the stars have had a very direct influence. I was very much an avid amateur astronomer as a kid.
I had a few telescopes and spent many days tracking the sun, the moon, various stars and nebula.
Orion and I had a special relationship.
He told me when Winter had arrived to N.J
For some reason I also felt a clarity of thought while he was prominent in the sky. Maybe it was just the humid Summers had dulled my wit and the cold, crisp air lifted the veil?
Usually the most productive seasons are Spring and Fall. The transition awakens something that had lain dormant.
More tunes or lyrics tend to flow from me during these times.
Which brings me to this.
Bom yeoreum gaeul gyeoul geurigo bom
In English, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring"
A wonderful look at the passage of time, the troubles all people face within the life we occupy and the cycle of Hope and Renewal that follows Decline and Death.
If you have a chance to see it, do so.
G'night
If you asked me five or more years ago if I thought the position of the stars in any way could be interpreted or read I would have summarily laughed you out of bounds.
It was not open for discussion.
It was just one of those truths.
And besides, my crazy brother and sister in-law were rabid adherents.
Then one day, someone introduced my eyes to Ms Mathis.
Yeah, more often than not her pronouncements are very generic and vague, incredibly similar to the many Astrologers out there.
However, Holiday has a funny knack of really hitting solid home runs...she's batting in the 400s easily.
And the amount of specifics is uncanny at times.
I read her column everyday.
In other ways the stars have had a very direct influence. I was very much an avid amateur astronomer as a kid.
I had a few telescopes and spent many days tracking the sun, the moon, various stars and nebula.
Orion and I had a special relationship.
He told me when Winter had arrived to N.J
For some reason I also felt a clarity of thought while he was prominent in the sky. Maybe it was just the humid Summers had dulled my wit and the cold, crisp air lifted the veil?
Usually the most productive seasons are Spring and Fall. The transition awakens something that had lain dormant.
More tunes or lyrics tend to flow from me during these times.
Which brings me to this.
Bom yeoreum gaeul gyeoul geurigo bom
In English, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring"
A wonderful look at the passage of time, the troubles all people face within the life we occupy and the cycle of Hope and Renewal that follows Decline and Death.
If you have a chance to see it, do so.
G'night
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Unfair - I Call Foul
Little Child - The Beatles
Little child, little child,
Little child, won't you dance with me?
I'm so sad and lonely,
Baby take a chance with me.
If you want someone
To make you feel so fine,
Then we'll have some fun
When you're mine, all mine,
So come, come on, come on.
Little child, little child,
Little child, won't you dance with me?
I'm so sad and lonely,
Baby take a chance with me.
When you're by my side,
You're the only one,
Don't run and hide,
Just come on, come on,
So come on, come on, come on.
John, Paul, George and Ringo could be as emo ( to use the vernacular) as they wished and yet were never labeled as such. There was a coolness that detached them from the pain they sung about.
If anyone today talks about how, "sad and lonely," they are, they are labeled.
Youth today is far more open in many respects.
They can talk to one another openly about their masturbation preferences - to do so in my day would have been anathema. We kept mum about such "private" things.
But the same dilemma between man and woman exists. No magical solution has been found.
So has the subject matter of emotions has been taken off the table? The answer is a qualified, "yes and no."
Even music is tainted by this new sensibility.
I love John Mayer...Amos Lee...Richard Hawley.
It seems I love "chick music."
One must be strong enough to admit they like music that is deemed effeminate.
I'm calling foul.
I am very much a man, but I cried when Old Yella was shot and I called after Shane as well.
Doesn't make me a weak.
Just aware of my feelings.
Screw the rest of the world, my feelings do not deserve to be suborned to the 'sensibilities' of the rest of the world. I have been paddling against the current for too long to stop now.
It takes a strong man to cry.
http://www.philippinenews.com/article.php?id=3495
"In the survey of 2,000 people, very few had seen their father cry, compared to twice as many today. Seventy five percent of men polled considered crying in public acceptable. Ron Bracey, clinical psychologist concurred with the survey results."
With one hand God gives and with the other...She changes the rules of the game.
Play safe, ladies.
Little child, little child,
Little child, won't you dance with me?
I'm so sad and lonely,
Baby take a chance with me.
If you want someone
To make you feel so fine,
Then we'll have some fun
When you're mine, all mine,
So come, come on, come on.
Little child, little child,
Little child, won't you dance with me?
I'm so sad and lonely,
Baby take a chance with me.
When you're by my side,
You're the only one,
Don't run and hide,
Just come on, come on,
So come on, come on, come on.
John, Paul, George and Ringo could be as emo ( to use the vernacular) as they wished and yet were never labeled as such. There was a coolness that detached them from the pain they sung about.
If anyone today talks about how, "sad and lonely," they are, they are labeled.
Youth today is far more open in many respects.
They can talk to one another openly about their masturbation preferences - to do so in my day would have been anathema. We kept mum about such "private" things.
But the same dilemma between man and woman exists. No magical solution has been found.
So has the subject matter of emotions has been taken off the table? The answer is a qualified, "yes and no."
Even music is tainted by this new sensibility.
I love John Mayer...Amos Lee...Richard Hawley.
It seems I love "chick music."
One must be strong enough to admit they like music that is deemed effeminate.
I'm calling foul.
I am very much a man, but I cried when Old Yella was shot and I called after Shane as well.
Doesn't make me a weak.
Just aware of my feelings.
Screw the rest of the world, my feelings do not deserve to be suborned to the 'sensibilities' of the rest of the world. I have been paddling against the current for too long to stop now.
It takes a strong man to cry.
http://www.philippinenews.com/article.php?id=3495
"In the survey of 2,000 people, very few had seen their father cry, compared to twice as many today. Seventy five percent of men polled considered crying in public acceptable. Ron Bracey, clinical psychologist concurred with the survey results."
With one hand God gives and with the other...She changes the rules of the game.
Play safe, ladies.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Timing is More Than Everything
Prior to the 1992 Rodney King Riots in Los Angeles, I was playing "House Burning Down," for a week straight.
For those unaware, "House Burning Down," was Jimis' tribute/rebuke of the 1967 Watts Riots.
For some reason (can you blame me?) I felt in some very small way responsible.
In 1962 just prior to the NYC Blackout I was at my grandparents apartment in Queens, flipping through the channels on the television. When the room went dark, my Grandfather yelled at me for blowing "the fuse."
Today, there is a brush fire, not ten miles from my house.
Want to hazard a guess as to what I have been playing recently?
"Hot Fun," Stanley Clarke.
God/Mother Nature has one heckuva sense of humor.
Next on my playlist will be "Peaceful Easy Feeling," "A Good Feeling to Know," and "She'd Rather Be With Me."
Let's see how this works out.
For those unaware, "House Burning Down," was Jimis' tribute/rebuke of the 1967 Watts Riots.
For some reason (can you blame me?) I felt in some very small way responsible.
In 1962 just prior to the NYC Blackout I was at my grandparents apartment in Queens, flipping through the channels on the television. When the room went dark, my Grandfather yelled at me for blowing "the fuse."
Today, there is a brush fire, not ten miles from my house.
Want to hazard a guess as to what I have been playing recently?
"Hot Fun," Stanley Clarke.
God/Mother Nature has one heckuva sense of humor.
Next on my playlist will be "Peaceful Easy Feeling," "A Good Feeling to Know," and "She'd Rather Be With Me."
Let's see how this works out.
Timing Is Everything
Sometimes you find you are in sync with the entire universe. And then other times you can't seem to tie your own shoes.
I was driving to the store when I turned on the local NPR affiliate, KCRW.
They were playing a tune by Daniel Merriweather. I'd never heard of him before. I am nowhere near the cutting edge of hip. But I try.
The song spoke to me. Not because it is beautifully written prose, nor because of the melody...usually they are the things I notice.
The reason this song called to me was timing.
The mood I am immersed in at the time just fit the lyrics so well, it stopped me in my tracks.
Water and a Flame - Daniel Merriweather
Seven days has gone so fast,
I really thought the pain would pass.
It's been nearly an hour,
since I thought of you.
But your not answering the phone,
I'd settle for a busy tone,
At least that I'd know that you're okay.
A girl like you ain't meant to go away.
Oh...
Now you're gone,
Theres nothing else I want.
Now that it's over,
There's nothing else I want.
What have I done,
looks like I was wrong.
Is everything really meant to change,
I guess we're like water and a flame.
water and a flame..
Adele:
I'm tired of this empty house,
I need a drink to get me out.
A couple more til I forget your name.
I saw a boy that looked like you,
I didn't know quite what to do,
It took a power of will to break my stare.
I realized what I wanted wasn't there.
Now you're gone,
Theres nothing else I want.
Now that it's over,
There's nothing else I want.
Is everything really meant to change,
I guess we're like water and a flame.
Water and a flame...
Daniel:
If you see me coming...
Adele:
I look away, I look away...
Daniel:
And if your mind is made up...
Adele:
I look away, I will look away...
Daniel:
If your worry bound
Adele:
I'm okay, I'm okay, yes I am
Daniel:
All this sorrow and this pain,
is going to go away
Daniel & Adele:
Now you're gone,
There's nothing else I want.
Now that it's over,
There's nothing else I want.
What have I done,
looks like I was wrong.
Is everything really meant to change,
I guess we're like water and a flame.
Water and a flame...
I was driving to the store when I turned on the local NPR affiliate, KCRW.
They were playing a tune by Daniel Merriweather. I'd never heard of him before. I am nowhere near the cutting edge of hip. But I try.
The song spoke to me. Not because it is beautifully written prose, nor because of the melody...usually they are the things I notice.
The reason this song called to me was timing.
The mood I am immersed in at the time just fit the lyrics so well, it stopped me in my tracks.
Water and a Flame - Daniel Merriweather
Seven days has gone so fast,
I really thought the pain would pass.
It's been nearly an hour,
since I thought of you.
But your not answering the phone,
I'd settle for a busy tone,
At least that I'd know that you're okay.
A girl like you ain't meant to go away.
Oh...
Now you're gone,
Theres nothing else I want.
Now that it's over,
There's nothing else I want.
What have I done,
looks like I was wrong.
Is everything really meant to change,
I guess we're like water and a flame.
water and a flame..
Adele:
I'm tired of this empty house,
I need a drink to get me out.
A couple more til I forget your name.
I saw a boy that looked like you,
I didn't know quite what to do,
It took a power of will to break my stare.
I realized what I wanted wasn't there.
Now you're gone,
Theres nothing else I want.
Now that it's over,
There's nothing else I want.
Is everything really meant to change,
I guess we're like water and a flame.
Water and a flame...
Daniel:
If you see me coming...
Adele:
I look away, I look away...
Daniel:
And if your mind is made up...
Adele:
I look away, I will look away...
Daniel:
If your worry bound
Adele:
I'm okay, I'm okay, yes I am
Daniel:
All this sorrow and this pain,
is going to go away
Daniel & Adele:
Now you're gone,
There's nothing else I want.
Now that it's over,
There's nothing else I want.
What have I done,
looks like I was wrong.
Is everything really meant to change,
I guess we're like water and a flame.
Water and a flame...
Monday, November 2, 2009
We'll Go From Madness Up...I Hope
I hear music in my head. White noise can be a symphony.
A yawn can be a beautiful passage.
It is both blessing and curse - obviously.
I have no true peace.
I also feel everything emotionally.
I can be moved by the simplest things.
Does music move you? Can the lyrics make you cry?
I recently saw the Fab Faux (go see them, if you've not) and was moved many times during the show.
Didn't help that I knew three of the band members from high school days.
Nor the subject matter - The Beatles.
It was a great show.
Music is a mistress. And like any demanding person, Music can both elate and depress.
There are rules to follow. Some make little sense other than to confound and confuse.
Others are intuitive and need no explanation.
----------------
I believe I've reached madness,
I think I've crossed the line.
I know I'm suffering heartbreak,
For the very first time.
-----------------
My lyric writing, as you can see...leaves much to be desired. My degree and most of my passion is in composition. But I am a would be poet. So I scribble here and there for no ones pleasure but mine.
I have henceforth decided to share it with anyone interested.
What the hell, no cares and I'll be exactly where I sit now.
If you haven't guessed, this is a 'blue' period for me. I am crying constantly.
I am a schmuck with a message.
Enjoy.
e
---------
There are times inside my heart,
When the way is cold and dark.
There are days when I just laugh in joy at the rain.
Deep inside my heart there is sunshine and smiles,
Inside my heart is my muse and all her charming wiles.
There is mirth and sadness I am torn betwixt the two.
My heart gets filled with gladness and for that it's all worth while.
Inside my heart...there is a smile.
A yawn can be a beautiful passage.
It is both blessing and curse - obviously.
I have no true peace.
I also feel everything emotionally.
I can be moved by the simplest things.
Does music move you? Can the lyrics make you cry?
I recently saw the Fab Faux (go see them, if you've not) and was moved many times during the show.
Didn't help that I knew three of the band members from high school days.
Nor the subject matter - The Beatles.
It was a great show.
Music is a mistress. And like any demanding person, Music can both elate and depress.
There are rules to follow. Some make little sense other than to confound and confuse.
Others are intuitive and need no explanation.
----------------
I believe I've reached madness,
I think I've crossed the line.
I know I'm suffering heartbreak,
For the very first time.
-----------------
My lyric writing, as you can see...leaves much to be desired. My degree and most of my passion is in composition. But I am a would be poet. So I scribble here and there for no ones pleasure but mine.
I have henceforth decided to share it with anyone interested.
What the hell, no cares and I'll be exactly where I sit now.
If you haven't guessed, this is a 'blue' period for me. I am crying constantly.
I am a schmuck with a message.
Enjoy.
e
---------
There are times inside my heart,
When the way is cold and dark.
There are days when I just laugh in joy at the rain.
Deep inside my heart there is sunshine and smiles,
Inside my heart is my muse and all her charming wiles.
There is mirth and sadness I am torn betwixt the two.
My heart gets filled with gladness and for that it's all worth while.
Inside my heart...there is a smile.
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