Member Since: 8/1/2005
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disclaimer: i am a vehicle of the unconscious. i stake no claim in what has been created thru, and with the help of my body. the music on this page does not belong to me or anyone else. it is merely the result of the life that moves within us all. enjoy.im joking: everything on this site is mine! and you cant have it!
Influences:
MUSICAL: Ted , Chopin, Tool, Radiohead, Astor Piazolla, Maurice Ravel, Miles Davis, the Pixies, Donovan, Jeremy Enigk, Belle and Sebastian, Jeff Jablonski, Nico Case, Duke Ellington, Dizzy Gillespie, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, the Circlatory System, Of Montreal, and Harry Belafonte.
PERSONAL: Bill Hicks , Carl Jung , Mike Davey , Joseph Campbell , Samuel Beckett , anyone who can make it thru this life, Aldous Huxley , Alex Grey , Alphonse Mucha , Socrates , Galileo Galilei , Henry David Thoreau , anyone who can actually quit smoking , Gautama Buddha , Albert Einstien , Osho , anyone who can solve a rubicks cube , Meister Eckhart , Timothy Leary , Ct. Leo Tolstoy , Martin Luther King Jr. , Gandhi, Shunryu Suzuki , Benjamin Franklin , Blair , the countless unknown individuals who have sacrificed there minds and bodies in order to create, disclose, and discover all the beautiful mysteries that have become the great mosaic of terrestrial life, those yet born, the muse , and (most importantly) the personification, TV .
EMOTIONAL: guilt, the color of music , the sound lawnmowers make, rainbows in sprinklers, trees that can support my body so that i can lay on its branches; read; and occasionally glance in awe at its splenderful extremities that glitter and dance like so many dreams, pot, mythology, religion, seclusion , mania, chess, big fish, the creative urge (that) is often so imperious that it battens on (an artist's) humanity and yokes everything to the service of the work, even at the cost of health and ordinary human happiness. The unborn work in the psyche of the artist is a force of nature that achieves its end either with tyrannical might or with the subtle cunning of nature herself, quite regardless of the personal fate of the man who is its vehicle. The creative urge lives and grows in him like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment. We would do well, therefore, to think of the creative process as a living thing implanted in the human psyche , the sound of water, the silence of snow, the loudness of you, sadness, Istigkeit - a transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particulars in which, by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence , and the place i go where my body turns into the ocean that spreads without end thru the entire universe; passing thru every electron in the body of God who heals me with a touch thru his windows which are my eyes.