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About Me

I'm a Native American of the Oneida and Ho-Chunk nations. Born and raised in Chicago, I spent most of My youth travelling around the country and parts of Canada with My family, following the Pow-wow circuit (pow-wows being gatherings of nations) dancing, singing and working in My grandmothers food stand with My brother, sister, and cousins. As a result, music has always played a very big part in my life (the car radio and cassette player being most valuble), and along with all the travel came alot of different types of music as well as cultures, which has helped develop the style I have today. Growing up I never really considered playing music. I was a graphic artist, painting, sculpting, drawing, that was how I expressed Myself. It worked well for Me as I was accepted to The Art Institute Of Chicago (I wanted to be an art teacher) and even managed to have a piece hang in one of the galleries there, as I think about it I'm not really sure what happened to that piece... Anyway, I'm still a big fan of the graphic arts. I guess I could trace my transition from graphics to music back to when I was about 17, My dad took Me to see B.B. King at The Vic Theatre, He played with the full band, Horns, Back up singers. But it didn't matter, he could have just as easily been by himself, every person in the place hung on every note, every word he played and sang. It was sublime, surreal, He was able to touch every person there in a way that I hadn't considered. Since then I've chased dreams, and caught a couple, but I'm still hoping to inspire the same kind of feel and passion that I was lucky enough to be a part of that night.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 3/23/2007
Band Members: Myself. My Guitar. It's Enough.
Influences: Just about everything I hear. But most notably and I think obviously, Jimi Hendrix, B.B. King, Buddy Guy, Van Halen, Bob Marley, Sublime, Elvis Costello, Adrian Belew, System of a Down. There is no rhyme or reason to My influences, I like so many different kinds of music that there's no way I could list them and make any sense.
Sounds Like: The biggest brightest star in the sky. Any bigger, and I'll have My own gravitational pull.
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Disposable

DisposableM. JourdanEverything isDisposable,In this worldWe've created.From the cheapestLittle container,To the elderlyWe've faded.Disposable penFor Writing,Disposable contactsFor seeing.A soldier on ...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 04:02:00 PST

Regret?

Regret?M. JourdanFirst the rejection,And then comes The question,Who to believe?The, oh so, Heart felt honest?Lying in waitTo deceive?The forlornHeart break?Waiting for andTrying to heal?Or, maybe the...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:02:00 PST

Beauty

BeautyM. JourdanCrystal clearAnd sexy,Thoughtful coolAnd gray.A glance withA smile,That steals MyBreath away.Simply beautifulLooks,Too complexTo understand.Lightning cuttingThrough My soul,As You take...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Tue, 20 May 2008 02:36:00 PST

One Mans Journey

One Mans JourneyM. JourdanIt's been a longSlow walk,Getting to where I stand.Stumbling and Crawling,With many a Helping hand.Hobbled and Blinded.An infant at The start.Digging as deepAs I could reach,...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Tue, 20 May 2008 02:20:00 PST

Oblivious

ObliviousM. JourdanShe's real enough,Flesh and bone enough.Such a sublime Pleasure to see.Standing in My Line of sight.But, still, justA dream to Me.Not too this,Never too that.Cool and casual,Smart a...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Tue, 20 May 2008 02:00:00 PST

Lost

LostM. JourdanWhich wayDo You Go,When left Turns right?When all the upsAre going down,After a long Days night?With so muchUncertainty,Can You beSo sure?You’ve taken Your medicine,But, can You Ha...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 12:41:00 PST

Art And The Artisan

Art And The ArtisanM. JourdanThe Art, the artist,The sweet inspiration.The fan, The love,Undying adulation.All of the work,So minor the spoils.Giving all of themselves,Through immortal toils.Recogniti...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 02:20:00 PST

Talk to Me

Talk To MeM. JourdanPaint Me some PicturesIn the galleryOf My mind.Don’t be afraid To use whateverColors thatYou find.Use every angle,Every shade,Every color, And tone.When You speakOf winter co...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 01:58:00 PST

Who’s there?

Who’s there?M. JourdanThe wolves are At the door,Little red Riding hood.Huffing and puffing,Meaning, to allLittle piggies,No good.No secret Tunnels orSpecial hidingPlaces.Only this simpleSmall d...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 03:40:00 PST

Life

LifeM. JourdanLife is for the living,If You grasp it tight.A crisp clear morning,After a stormy night.It’s easy to smileWhen things go your way.Much more of a challenge When being kept at bay.Pe...
Posted by Mark Jourdan on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 03:20:00 PST