Good God, is this some kind of friggin' inquisition? I like music, ok. I enjoy long walks on the beach, crystals, chanting, kissing. Creativity turns me on. Poetry. Drumming. Djembe, the heartbeat, the rhythm, the pulse of me. Dancing. Moving elastic, spinning, a vortex.Meditation. Prayer. Kundalini, the cortex. Spirits in action, souls in unison. Voices together. Impeccable choices. Introspection, good direction.Spiritual principles. Mirth and new mistakes (not the same ones), progress. Bliss. Helping. Holding the pattern for new paridigms. Aligning with powers greater. Flowers in bloom. The lake and the moon. Reflections. Connections. You.
Walter Becker and Donal Fagan. If you don't know who these gentleman are, then aside from the fact that you are an uncultured sop, I'll give you a hint. They belong to a band named for a certain phallic-shaped device of pleasure in "Naked Lunch" imported from our friends in the Far East.More to come.
I got my background from Backgrounds Archive!
Hmmmm... Where to begin. Feel like a kid in a candy store at the record shop. Plan 9 is a great record store in Williamsburg. I'm not usually impulsive when it comes to auto-body cosmetic insignia, but I was so moved as to slap a Plan 9 bumper sticker on my subaru (only the second ever). What I like about the store is what I like about the music I listen to. Honest conveyance of noble ideas, truth, creativity. Obviously the store's main objective is to make money, but they take time and energy to include indie acts on their shelves, they sell used CD's. They play funky shit while you shop. Not your cookie cutter corporate ass-music. Capitalistic flatulence.I love the Talking Heads for Byrne's impassioned wailing, the high-strung energy, the unstoppable rhythm. You can imagine how thrilled I was to discover "This must be the place (naive melody)" on myspace. Immediately it became my profile song. One of my top ten ever, for sure. Paul Simon is a favorite songwrite. Radiohead figures high on my list. Blind Melon finds purchase in my heart. Steely Dan is a foundation pier for the smooth operation of my soul. Marley, Steel Pulse, Black Uhuru, Matisyahu play riddims on the soundtrack of my life. Daily. Literally. "Chant a Psalm a Day" is the primary ring tone on my phone. Soulful sounds resonate my headplate. Joplin, Cocker, Al Green, Sonnie and Brownie, R.L. Burnside, Mississipi John Hurt for Crissakes! Cat Stevens, Zeppelin, The Doors, Floyd, Black Sabbath, THE CLASH...My head is swimming with snippets of sound. Whirling notes crash on symbolic cymbols, drumskins cry out in deep ancient voices, electric waves pulsate through amps and woofers. The Faint is fantastic. Decemberists, darling. Modest Mouse, mighty marvelous. Deltron 3030, down and dirty diction set to beats and sonic friction. Wu Tang Bangs Biochemical brain patterns, Funkadelic flavors any fresh player's repertoire. Hendrix made me the cosmic entity I am. The Police keep order in a chaotic jukebox. Chili Peppers rip a sleepy morning in two, inciting the emergence of wild-eyed adventurer. I could go on for days...Suffice to say, these are some of the bands I know and love. More to come. Always... Shuggie Otis
When my optics scan the screen, I lavish in the dream of celluloid centerfolds, sparks ascend the jacob's ladder, poles unite, visual victuals feed form and content, a shower of synapses sing the world into being. Then I eat popcorn.
Draw, read, write, create, sing, invent, learn, skip, swim, make believe...
This man is a genius. I command you to procure his entire canon of pellucid prose at once! (The honorable Tom Robbins, for the uninitiated)
"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and of a foundation for inner security." -- Albert Einstein, N.Y. Post, November 28, 1972.