Sabrina Siegel and Onomatopoeia

This (music/improvisation/play/experience) is a Bull Cup........like the automatic drawing of pen and gum on paper cup.........that fell through (the sky) to hand that day...........a comunication/glimps into the myth of (my)self..............a bird of my father’s (the bull, Joe) shoulder.............Bull- power, force, strength, fiction!!....................Cup- emotion, Love, an encompassing, containing vessel.........where you drink, tasting (life).....becomes Gold...................the Divine in the mundane..................the sounds, a song, all experiential phenomena..........imbibed.....felt...then ...............released to the great Ocean...............the great One...............laughing .................at the passing of all...................releasing the drama ..................seeing(from different selves/perspectives)...........watching it go..........................as my friends laugh and play....................nothing is precious....................and everything Is..............................nothing holy...................All is Holy....................with Love Eternal, ................Sabrina..................................... ............................................................ .............................................Living in human culture, the contents of mind have become a pastiche of ever shifting influences...conditioning from the beginning of "civilization"... layer upon layer upon layer, from culture, nature, family, self. It is this predicament in which we find ourselves, our minds.. in this amalgamated dream world . which we allow, unknowing and unseeing, to enslave us (not knowing ourselves)..to limit us with all it's values, moralities, prejudices, rules, images..... .....................................It becomes almost impossible to find our own authentic self feeling/seeing/thinking in an authentic, clear, free, moment. And most importantly, it is this very moment where true joy, peace, creativity, wonder, power, magic, and holiness live..the individual as locus of Grace...... ............................................ And so we, Sabrina Siegel and Onomatopoeia undertake the Quest through the musical experience to be Free.. to find/feel/see/hear/create/experience the authentic truth of the moment. Our work, Music/ Experience/ Psychological Witnessing/Quest is for us and the listener/participant to observe and experience the process........ a play/performance, a surfacing of what is unknown........working with it through the music. .......................................... Setting out from nothing, in improvisation, accepting/trusting/valuing/loving the moment (with all it's strange sounds, feelings, thoughts and contents) navigating through the instruments, and musical patterns (..all patterns being on equal footing- i.e. “hip-hop” is just as "high" as “classical” or “jazz” or an "African" beat or whatever... as they are all repetition of conditioned musics in the melting pot repertoire of the Postmodern human musical mind. Listening....(and perhaps finding a "Free Music" or Free playing....new...!) We delve into the moment, into the depths of self/vision with the collective (the other musicians/friends/angels/shamans/holy jesters/travelers/creators), the cohorts on the journey through sound/experience together..intermingling of spirits/Spirit .... emerging through the cacophonous conditioned mind of personas, images, concepts, values... to a clearing.....insight ... Voice ..in Freedom..................................................Emb ark..... for this is where we can begin, as human beings (and beyond)... to watch the mind...... see... how far the conditioning goes... free one's self to feel/see/think/know.... for one’s self... Paradoxically together but alone. This must be accomplished..... it is endless!.. and the beginning of a magical holy journey! ............................................. Much LOVE PEACE & FREEDOM to All......................................................... ......................................... some song lyrics from The Bull Cup......................................................... ... ............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ ................... Holy for Allen Ginsberg -------------------------- Allen said that we won’t reincarnate... That we are all... that One great person...He said it’s all holy... Holy asshole, holy life.. Holy Mother, holy light.. Holy drink and holy smoke.. Holy woman, Holy joke... I’m Joe King, scratching the surface...Holy holy, holy, holy.... Holy,holy, holy, holy, holy, holy... Holy Snake, holy One and holy life... Holy... Kadusha, Kadusha.................................................Niet zsche ---------------- once again up against the ego... once again under the spell of the ego... jump out of that skin... above... six thousand feet above humanity... beyond good and evil... and he tried to teach to be true... without truth... ruthlessly hard, ruthlessly cold, ruthlessly loving... and ruthlessly o.... m... and he tried to teach you to be free... Prince Free-as-a-Bird flying over the big Sea... looking to see without looking away...and i hate to say, my dear friend... my dear friend... how could you break?... (then David Landazuri says!!!!: “It was an accident. No really. I didn’t mean to do it .” and this changed every thing for me .i considered that it was possibly beyond N’s control, and am taken aback and laugh. What came through my friend David was of great significance................................................ ..............Speak for You -------------------- She’s carrying on... she’s singing too loudly... can’t sing a song cause she don’t know what to say... tell me what to say, tell me what to say... i want to speak... i want to speak, for You... i want to speak, for You... come clear, come through... i want to speak, for You... Speak, speak for you... oh let me do... Speak, Speak, Speak... i want to speak for you... let me do, let me do... speak.. i want to speak for you.. i want....you know you... make ...some...... speak for you, speak, speak.. speak through me... speak your truth... like your Name... i want to see... openly...................................................... ...............Ah Bom Bom ----------------- Oh... i come by atov bom... I Lost every i (eye)... for ah bom bom... You must give me (you, it) more... ah bom bom, ah bom bom, ah bom bom.....................................................Beyo nd the Surface ---------------------- i’m Joe... scratching the surface... still deep... if i could open ... my heart that deep... i’d fly... beyond the surface ... to the Void so deep... if i knew that you’d come too... i’d bring you by the hand.. not knowing... if you’d come to... a Grace idea... of man......................................................... ..................Dreaming the Flower Lucid ------------------------- dreaming the flower lucid... dreaming the flower lucid... you’re the flower.. i am the flower... we are the flower... Everything is the flower... the flower is Everything, the whole Thing... dreaming the flower lucid... you’ll see the whole Thing... dreaming the flower lucid... you’ll see the whole thing... dreaming the flower lucid... you’ll see the whole thing... lucid, lucid, lucid, lucid,lucid... dreaming the flower lucid... dreaming the flower lucid... the flower’s dreaming... we are the flower flowering...oh put your masks down, ... put your masks down... and here you are like we are... here you are like we are... here you are like we are... put your mask down, put your mask down ... Ah........ ...........................................................C armen: Habanera ------------------------------ She was dancing and singing in the tavern ... with a man... she was dancing and singing and living her life very full... and this man ... he “loved” her too much... and she looked the other way... and she fell for someone else... and he wanted her... you won’t go!... I need you! ... You’re mine!... you won’t go!...and he killed her... L’amour est on oiseau rebelle... que nul ne peut apprivoisar,... et c’est bien en vain... qu’on l’appelle,.... s’ il lui convient de. refuser!... L’amour, L’amour, L’amour... est on oiseau rebelle... oiseau, oiseau... ............................................................ ...Cages of Fear ...............................................six at night... and my god... for father... leaving for the city... six at night... oh... sing, sing it... i say i see... i thought... he was ... a monster... there’s no truth... you know... it was ... the other guy... my father... a rosy cross... to the eye... under it... i understand... because i started... to die... it’s alive... and it was... frightening... but good... oh my god... he’s a mad dog... let’s get away... a man hanging on rope... sees,... must be delivered ............a message from above....:“Ye have locked yerselves up in cages of fear; and, behold, do ye now complain that ye lack freedom” *..........holy mother, gentle mother,(laugh, as Robert was not being gentle in his playing at that point) .....have mercy, holy mother, hold us all ......holy mother your mercy is immaculate.......*Omar Khayam
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