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Ray Macias

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I wonder if living in Albuquerque, New Mexico has anything to do with the music I play. I don't think so. But the desert and mountains are two forces of nature that will always consume me. An anomaly of sorts, I find that music these days is not regarded with the esteem it once had of greater times. Still, reinventing the wheel is no task forsaken: you can make music louder or quieter, television--bigger or smaller. It's a sensational media that bares the emergence of the "millennial generation." This is the real world--we're all in this together. However, in becoming connected, it appears as though we've lost touch--the human element of communication remains a mystery as the willingness to opt out of engagements has encountered a most certain degree of vehicular commodity, modern convenience if you will. Still, the task of the artist remains: to stir emotion. To awaken and illustrate that which is very real to us in others is a power beyond the capacity of our nature. We found a mechanism to describe it. And, through this mechanism, we share it. We share what is real to us, only at least we don't all have to watch the same thing. I play rock and roll: my greatest impressions of music have been lent to the rhythm and blues culture. But, what's good is good, and there is no judge except you who can ascertain this. The honesty of one can be regarded with the honesty of the world. The mistakes that ensue can only better define the humanness to that which we've created. Let's share stories as we write them. Let us share meaning.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 03/04/2006
Band Website: [email protected]
Band Members: Ray Macias
Influences: the Sacred and the Profane
Sounds Like: music to me.
Record Label: let's start one.

My Blog

New Project

I've been on temporary hiatus these past few weeks; and now, Ray Macias music needs your support more than ever. Check out my new website at: unsignedartists.com/raymacias Listen to old, and NEW! mus...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 18:14:00 GMT

A Girl From Home

  My girl's a leavin', she going back home to him. I thought he'd left her, like she did me, but maybe she's forgiven. I'm gonna miss that girl, a wild bird in the sky, And I know she aint,...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 19:18:00 GMT

En La Casa Esmeralda: Granada

With no visible route of escape, Granada withdrew from herself and became a big black dot on a map. Everywhere within the crowded room life was beaming with laughter and commotion. Instead, Granada sa...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 18:21:00 GMT

En La Casa Esmeralda: A Day Unlike Any Other

The police commander had spent years trying to capture Juan Diego; and now here they stood face to face in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant near the bar. The fugitive had not known of the wherea...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 15:40:00 GMT

How to Paint a Rooster

"Antonio! Ven a cenar!" his mother shouted from the kitchen. She had just finished preparing dinner and was setting the table. "Ay voy, Mama'!" Antonio shouted from the living room. He was just putti...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 13:26:00 GMT

Re: Letter to Josephine Davis

Ms. Davis, A pocket watch rests between me and the world; The letter and the pen, The pen and the page, The page and eye, The eye and the  imagination. A pocket watch rests between we and the wo...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 11:12:00 GMT

Tale of a Mexican Cat

When I asked Jeremy why he used to sleep with a pistol underneath his pillow, all he did was mumble in reply, "Pillow's too damn soft." He was always complaining about never getting a good night's res...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 13:17:00 GMT

A Long Trip

We stopped at a gas station to pick up food and cigarettes somewhere in the middle of Texas. "You drive like a son of a bitch, John," but I love you anyway. We got out of the car and walked into the ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 19:21:00 GMT

Saturday Afternoon on a Green Couch

"Do you remember what you said to me last week?" "Do I remember what I told you last week? No," I replied. I began to wonder when remembering begins and when to begin remembering. "You don't remember ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 18:11:00 GMT

Be. Here. Now.

Time to embrace change, chance the opportunity for change to embrace time. Abandon the moment of sincerity, that fleeting instant,And the desire to apprehend it: a sentiment we are not at all immune t...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 11:56:00 GMT