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Aziz

About Me

You may call me Aziz, I love to express myself in Art forms whether it be music, poetry, or visual. Just an old soul walking and watching. Lately i've been involved with the more spiritual side of life practicing Kunlun which is an ancient teaching. The most basic way i can explain it to you is opening your mind past that 10% through meditation - I search the roots of all colors to stretch and spray my own canvas. I'm an adventurer and I LOVE to meet new people, so If I ever approach you there is no reason to be frivolous =)My instruments of choice are Guitar, Violin, Harmonica, Tabla, Bass Guitar, Mandolin, and Throat Singing. I dabble a bit with Trumpet, Drum kit, and Didgeridoo. I'm very attracted to Organic sounds along with Jazzy fusion mixed with cosmic imaginations. Jam sessions are nice too!Jan. 17th 09 Music Town.

Leave mi your thoughts =)

My Interests

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Member Since: 22/03/2005
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Influences:THE BEATLES, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, Ten Years Afer, Valaida Snow, Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, B.B. King, Kaki King, Frank Zappa, Fugazi, Deerhoof, Bill Dickens, George Benson, George Clinton, BoOtsy Collins, Sonny Rollins, Parliament Funkadelic, Jaco Pastorius, Jean Luc Ponty, Stanley Clarke, Stanley Jordan, Victor Wooten, Atmosphere, The Mercury Program, Barry White, James Brown, Stevie Wonder, Devotchka, Les Claypool, Ravi Shankar, Carlos Montoya, Muddy Waters, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pink Floyd, Rolling Stones, Alice in Chains, Dick Dale, etc..

Sounds Like: The World
Type of Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Ramble

Sometimes the rain misses the tress but doesnt mean it was forgotten, even the shoe shinner would find humor with a slurred spot unaware of the buff, just because the man looks young doesnt mean hes n...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Aug 2009 14:52:00 GMT

Fresh wind

Clawed up and out now if i can escape from the fence gnaw my teeth sand till theres nothing left. Too far gone from fummbling my worries, true story, take my picture when i smile i cant garentee when ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Aug 2009 08:11:00 GMT

The little blue one

Ive been pretty darn happy these past few days aside of looking at sculpures and dirty ash trays. Its amazing ripe as a rasin sweet as cherry nearly as funny as losing a tooth and writing the fairy fo...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Aug 2009 06:45:00 GMT

O dear..

& the world cotinues to spin as the parasites feed off the goodness of the land, not eating but taking even the smallest branch. To whom this may concern your son is being born, where is the father? T...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Aug 2009 09:11:00 GMT

Marie the robot

My most favorite robot i found was by the river near a road, this ones a sweet one from what the others say and also what ive been told. Its a pretty one - its adorable - the only seperation is a few ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 08:28:00 GMT

Golden gate

One for every ignorant eyeball scoping views of the waste land picking fields are the way to go the only way salvation would grow. Counting down to the last dollar a shine is captured off the teeth di...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Jul 2009 20:25:00 GMT

Henry

Come along now henry the voice is getting thick and its harder to hear me, my tenticaled friend an orange octopus with hair and a willingness to stare. At the cafe he walks up to strangers reading the...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jul 2009 08:36:00 GMT

In other words

So im not moving to california after all. Its not a bad thing im not bummed, im pretty excited because i'll be enrolling into school. Of course there are a few other perks about staying here, my famil...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 23:38:00 GMT

What is free?

In the room of old memories & view of banana tress i find full entertainment with my eyes closed and wait for the figures to make something more than a black board. When the tone is heard im jumping i...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jul 2009 21:03:00 GMT

Breezy +1

To find, to structure, to build, to learn, to get old.. My friend.   Dearest friend.Held the fort down regardless of the scratchy winds against our throats. Growth, part of a toddler, part of the flow...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 08:04:00 GMT