beat on the chest
break free the muses
while at war with
yourself
almost nobody loses
deep within silence
deep within dreams
is a world full of
violence and
terrible screams
but right on the surface
of the illusion of pain
is the image of purpose
like a devil's own bane
what's real is the
nameless
a blindfolded light
destiny (aimless)
benevolence (spite)
nothing but nowhere
can be within truth
we die and begin
to discover our youth

thank you for your
longtime sunshine.

you opened up my heart
to liberate my mind.

that's happiness defined.

i am here with you
and you with me.

we're inside of the love
which has always been
and will always be.

the angel of the
water
was here.

and mayla ray,
our daughter,
appeared.

a miracle of purity,
perfection, and living light.

i imagine if this is how
you live then love
is your life.

YUKIO MISHIMA- "YUKOKU" with original score by Aaron Embry

Yukio Mishima was one of the most prolific and celebrated writers that ever lived, and this is his only film. It is also a disturbing example of life imitating art since it depicts a gruesome act of HaraKiri that Mishima himself would re-enact four years after filming, forgoing pig-guts for the theatrical glory of his own.
More about the film here.
In the original version of the film the musical score is program music by Wagner off a crackly old 78, but I've taken it upon myself to desecrate this fine piece of classic cinema and re-score the entire film with original music.
I hope you enjoy it!
Mr. E.

p.s. if you're internet connection is speedy enough, click in the bottom right-hand corner of the player and select "smooth video" and the viewing size you want.


here's the Youtube playlist of all three parts if you prefer that sort of thing


download the audio for free at amnion's bandcamp site HERE

Music by Windy CARLos

"RAM on LA" Paul & Linda McCartney Tribute Album

Aquarium Drunkard did a nifty lil flip gettin everyone together for this.
download the album here

From AquariumDrunkard:


Los Angeles: huge, sprawling, and eclectic, has been likened to microcosm of the country as whole — truly a melting pot of various cultures, ethnicities, tastes and influences. So is her music. With various scenes and sub-scenes, rarely has there been a defining “sound” that marks the overall zeitgeist of what is happening in the city at any one time. In 2008 I set out to create a compilation of a dozen or so L.A. based artists that I felt were creating something both unique and diverse. After some thought I decided that there needed to be a running theme, something to tie the artists together into a cohesive whole, a common bond.

As records tend to do, a revisited appreciation of Paul McCartney’s 1971 solo album, RAM, had begun to see a resurgence of sorts within a number of local Eastside artists, coming up in conversations and on the turntables of various house parties.

The theme was found. Over the course of the second half of 2008 eleven Angeleno artists individually went in to various studios, rehearsal spaces and apartments to record their take on what is my favorite, and arguably, McCartney’s best solo work…. the end result is RAM On L.A.

Released as a high-quality 320kbps MP3 digital download, the not-for-profit compilation is available free via aquariumdrunkard.com. Listeners are encouraged to make donations to No More Landmines, the fantastic cause that “helps and empowers communities around the world by removing the threat of landmines and unexploded weapons.” A cause championed by Sir Paul McCartney himself. Donate here.

With a truly diverse lineup, comprised of both Los Angeles stalwarts and new faces alike, listeners get to sample a slice of the present “sound” of Los Angeles, while revisiting one of, if not, the best solo effort by one of the greatest artists of the last five decades. Every penny of donations from listeners will go directly to No More Landmines. Many, many thanks to all the artists involved for their time and talent.

AVI BuffaLO Music Live at Pehrspace

Thanks for the video Devin!
Avi Buffalo played Fol Chen's record release party at Pehrspace on aRainy Febtemberuary evening...sOmwehreOcme3Mmm!

S0mEWE'rE CoM3 from Devin O'Brien on Vimeo.

What Are They Building In There!?

ParentHood is one of the World's favorite Spectator Sports, and the 9mins inside this lil sparkler is a fine example...

ITs an INnie!

Mayla got her very first Bellybutton ever today!
She's super tickled about it too.
Okay, it's hard to get pics without lots of booBies in 'em, but here's what we got so far...all<3us are totAl goners!

Born in the Plateau of Mirror!

MAYLA RAY LONGTIME SUN

the ENTIRE YONI-VERSE just got a complete remodel!
Nikki gave the last push to bring
MAYLA RAY LONGTIME SUN into her first breath of Life
at 2:46PM PST on
January 7th, 2009
ETERNITY IS NOW HERE!

Best Stuffs '08!

Happy New Moon Uno! Moon of the Wolves!

in the spirit of best of lists-nings, i thought it would be fun to dig into teh ol memory banks and see what sits on top.
Best Surprise:
when Nikki and I RSVPeed her EPT
Best Expectation:
NIKKI's EXPECTING!
Best Music:
the Teen Impact Drum Circle where Mayla was concieved
Best Silence:
Harijiwan's Gong Meditation at Golden Bridge
Best Restaurant:
the angels of Viva K's Elf Cafe
Best Rest:
Christmas Morning
Best All-Nighter:
taking the StarlightExpress to meet PoppaJohn
Best Show:
Momma Sandy(LaLa) singin in the Golden Bridge choir (vid excerpt bLww)
Best ShowerShow:
Avi Buffalo, Ed Sharpe & Magnetic Zeros, Mary Mullen, Mia Doi Todd, Dirt Bird, Castledoor, Jasmine and friends, and the Wildbunch playing in the hunter's Hollow yardbakc for Mayla's VeryMerry Unbirthday
Best rehearsal:
Jack Gibson and I one on one in the stairwell behind KXLU
....followed by the very GOOD LUCK of the
Bestest most epic jam:
the Tenlons Fort supergroup at Mr T's 11/19
Best song:
can't think of it right now:
the song is best!
and it's Best not to lose any more time dwelling on what Best was.
BEST IS the REST of what's left of "It's Gonna be a Crazy Life"

p.s. Slim Gaillard was a prophet

Love letter jigsaw

A man spent 15 years piecing together 2,000 fragments of love letters to his late wife which she tore up when she caught someone reading them.
full article on the BBC NEWS here

a 'how-to' vid 4 you very own EDEN

Bill Mollison is one of our heros. With our upcoming roasting on BULLSHIT!, I thought it would be prudent to brush up on some of his concepts about our fEedingThisEATing...found this vid...
(48:00-ish!)"if god didn't intend for us to eat people, he wou;dn't have made us out of mEAT!" Pshaw!!!
Crytals WatersEDEN Is InDEED re-Opening!

thanksMOM!

Hear's a lilsparkler of MommaSandy and friends at GoldenBridgeYoga on Sunday afternoon...I was sittin in puddle of my own tears o'joy after this! Thanks for bringin us into the Light!

BABAY!

ADAM SAMUELS mastered "BABY ITS COOL" today. my camera was confiscated when i entered the building, but his setup looks almost exactly like this.

just kidding...it actually looked more like this...

TEnLonsFORTUNE

was great to have you with us JcKkG...see you in OhhNine!


thanks for the photos KOGA!

one moreMIXXingTIP

Know when you're finished.

TENLONS FORTEENTH of Nov'08

Jack Gibson is a Saint of Song. I feel privileged and blessed to play MUSIC! with him. Come Angelenos hear more TenlonsFort at Mr.T's Bowl on Wed 19. Thanks again Demolisten!

mixingMusic tips

get rid of the Grid.
the pocket isn't all that important, so long as you know it's there and the patterns aren't too obvious.

compression = stripes.
if you've used too much compression, sport plaid.
also, if your compressor has a "soft Knee" function, set it appropriately.

eq = tone
don't decapitate the top-end with darkened filters or draw too much attention to the low-end by adding undue brightness.

if you're trying to knock everyone's socks off, remember that sometimes the hook needs to be a little out-of-focus to be the most impressive.

the Background may or may not be Balanced with the Foreground. Speaking of Balance, .....whatever.

never say cheese when you should have kept it an instrumental &
whether irony is or isn't intentional, you can fix it later by including children's voices.

THAnK YOU tHANK YOU All!!!

We aRE SHOWERED in Your LOVE!!!
thanks to Planet! for the photos of JAzzmin doing P.Y.T.

RPHMXX of 2toDAY

almostTOOK THE WHOLE DAY OFF and tURNED IT ALLLOVEtheWAyy ON instead.
tweee DECIDED that was a BAD WAY TO SPEND A good DAY in the early Morning RAIn.
rPhMxxd WHATSINITHUSHUSHREMEMBERLASTTIME
SUMMERCUMMDUSTYFFRREEEE
BDDYNMNTRRY5thTAMBORINEBLUEWIDESOL..
and took aloNGLook at the LOWend on evry one. threw Nico's 421 in front of the SVT CAB and reAMped. a couple OVRdb of PLUCKs on the VIOLIN bass.
BTW, those FUZZ GIts on DUSTY are like your FirstKiss was made of HairyTeeth and MescalineSpittle! Just don't SHAKE 'em OFF! i LOVE 'em!
Mayla's GrammaMas and AuntieJAde came over and made the Hollow Sparkle while BRANDO and I BottomedOut.
Avi's What'sInIt is prolly the new FAVe of the NAyBors.
We played it 6 or more Xs jus so they wouldn't think we were teasing.
Insta-Classiks Brewing write'n'Left...
Hopefully JazzJackson and I get a chance to work up our perfOrmance of "TheGirlIsMine" for the Party Satrday...we'll see...
trikkytreets are in the dehydrator and the Bonzos for the CholeMasala are soaking in the bUFFAloPot. NotaLotLeft to Share.
Gonna go gEt 6 BalesOHay, threesheets of Plywood for the Stage,

HUSHUSHDUSTY & YOU'LL FIND THE HIDDENTREASURE ALL'LONG the GOLDENROAD. piANOJinglin on the WayHOME is When I'm all-One with YOu...coupla gaps here and there...bizzyniss...gonna dOOWOp Wednesdee...gonna leave 8 fingers behind...

KSIPPpnPstnesNOTEs..

after the jumpP...Ok, skippin is better than drivin..skippin over the steppin stones is bopbopbopbopbop and you're alltheWAYYy whereyouWannaBe...JEsuKRistOHBOYywadda dayYy...THANKS FOR THE GUITAR KESSY !! GREAT BARLEY SOUP NIKKI!! K>I>S>S>I>NnA perfect combination for a badDAY in MONterrey! so happy to finally get the tracks on film!

thOrsday at the Hollwww

HeadphoneHeadache from ThursdayNight subsided with a good nights sleep.
LosCazadores found a great take of SteppinStones Last Night and today Coury,Gabe&Nate came by to toss some ODBs on toppit. Coury played the 6Trk throught the PRimeTIme and Gabe and I PLayed twister on the MicroSynth and HolyGrail. "ScuseME MAAM , we'd like to change our NeuOrder to Coury with a side of AutoHarp on Everything." Got to meet her MOM... Gabe Odbd GItrs with the AC30 in the bathroom. It was SO BloODY KNIFE THROUGH THE HEADHED LOUD that one the heatlamps in the ceiling cracked out of the socket. I just finished a rough mix for when Lisa and Nate come tomorrow to vocaLs and Pianos...+dubdubdubdbddbdBGot to getYou into My KingTubby by the hairs of skinnychinchin! BeddyBye

B4's TLC

at ERMF ( say it like someone punched in the stomach ) with the ED Sharpe clan, i think i pounded one of the solder ingots off the GbelowmiddleC on my trusty ElecPno, "b4" , and i spent a good three hours repairing it with the soldering iron. the first time i checked the tuning, i hit the key when the solder was still fluid and the shit splattered all over the place. i couldn't imagine going through that kind of tedium for each and every 66thkey. i was prbably doing it the HardWay?
more overdubs with Avi&Rebecca today. Ended the day with a nice twiddler on the AnalFreqBirdtrack and a nice roughMixx of WheresYourDirtyMind???...auditioned it for my Mom. it's nice to see her listen when she's impressed!
the Mouse my brother lent me blinked...(Xx)
MommaSandy's birthday today! JadeyBeckyNikkiMayla and her are going to the beach.
Castledoor recordings starts!!!...

HUNTER'sHOLLOW RECORDING STUDIO

wow. it's gonna be a crazy life indeeseydoo. the horse of many colors is camping out in front of our driveway. the kids across the street are squealing over their jumpropes and they probably know the lyrics to most of these new recordings by now. gotta gets to work on some of those highschoolmusicalcheetahgirls jams...
i started putting this studio together as a way to get the castledoor record to materialize in a comfortable, low-pressure envronment. after the initial ironworks dates fell through, we had already been rehearsing and carving out arrangements in the band room downstairs, and thought it only made perfect sense to take the goat by the thorns and get'er done in the kitchen next to the teapots. i went out and bought some extrememlyme expensive microphonecables and started up the ol' solderingiron. danLAN gave us the AMR console, and once we got it upstairs, we got workin on the control room and sortin through allLOVEthe lil crakcks'n'slipslops that go 'long with putting a studio together. i've become such a giddy geek about it. stupid 'mounts o' fun thinkin it through. thrills. i have a new obsession. por-KNOB-graphy.
once the mics were finally up, tenlons fort came and did some beautiful piano/vocal versions of the songs "FOREVER IS A LONG TIME", "COME BACK TO ME BABY", and "FOLLOWED bY BAD LUCK".
next, Castledoor (minus Joel & Brandon) came to record a song as a B-day present for Nate's Father called "SHEPHERD SONG". we 5 played a rhythm track, then Nate and Lisa did a piano/guitar/vocal, Gabe did the bass, Momma sang tenor and allLOVEus will join right in there in the SKy LOrd in the SKy! I don't think it will ever be released, but the ending vamp is a wonderful candidate for a DVD menu-loop....
Avi came over last week and cut a lil'sparkler demo for "SUMMER CUM" (listen b-loww), and today(10-07) and tomorrow Rebecca, Avi, Airin, & Evan tracked the basic tracks for three other songs.
my old friend Keith Gretlein has been helping out the past coupla daze, and it's been fun sharing the enthusiasm of recording great music with him. ( Xtra kudos to him for helping me carry the 4 track up the stairs. )
once i catch up to a regular pace of it, i'd like to imagine myself comin here to log the recording's blog-like, but we'll see...

AmenNamO freeDownLoad

after the

JumPP
or just cut'n'paste this into your browsers, emails, blogs, myspaces, facebooks,
yaddabaddabluey...
the files are 360KbpsMP3s
if you go get 'em, the only thing we ask in return is that you tell someone else to go get 'em too. yollergogetters now.

HRM EquinoxTalks in LA

This was an unusual experience for me. Altogether, the talk went well and HRM came to share what he had to share with everyone, but i was the designated driver for the day and sitting in the car for nearly four hours with an austere Indian Sungazer who is hard-wired to the pulse of the Universe was surreal. I try not to use the word 'surreal' when im describing something that's difficult to put into words, but the time i spent with HRM was exactly that. I'm still processing our conversations in the car rides to and from the talk, our visit to the Hindu Temple in Malibu Canyon, and my charmed encounter with Shyam Tony Reyes afterward at the Ashram. I'll post video of the talk soon and have more to share with everyone once i find the time.
meanwhile, go register to vote at your local library before Oct22.
no, go tomorrow.
HRM's election prediction is that Sarah Palin is going to the next President of the United States. I sure hope He's wrong, but i have to confess that the psychic foresight that you derive from SUNgazing is pretty spot on. still, go vote and tell your of-age friends to do them same.

@14:41PST on 08-20-2008

the palindromic quality of the date and time of this photo are a hint of the surreality that surrounds this experience. he?!/She!? is our favorite little extraterrestrial! for a moment we saw the daintiest feet and toes, then that furtive grin that said "Hey! NO PEeking!!!"

AMNION live @ TROUBADOUR 8-7-08

JOHN WEBSTERJOHNS live @ CAFE MARIPOSA 8-10-08

JOHNWEBSTERJOHNS

"speigel tooth"
live at cafe mariposa in echo park on sunday august 10th
and the kids love it!

RIGHTWHEREYOUARE 8-7-8

this was fun!

WE BECOME THE LIGHT!!!

RIGHTWHEREYOUARE (rehearsal)

the audio is lil distorted, but this is the only recorded version of this song so far. we taped this during our rehearsal for the show tonight. more info about the show below this post...

Thursday, August 7th with DarkerMyLove

Amnion
Thursday, August 7th
with
DarkerMyLove
at the Troubadour
9081 Santa Monica Blvd.


West Hollywood, CA 90069

info here

For this show, Amnion will be a sixsixsix-piece.

Get there early!
Amnion will most probably be opening this show, and doors open at 8pm.



Get there early!
Tickets for this show are
$9.99
which includes a copy of DarkerMyLove's upcoming up'n'comer " 2 "
(it's sonic sublimity!)

that comes to:
sixsixsix@8fer$999 'n' "2"
tenfour?

Tweakbird and
Eulogies play also.



once again...if you want to hear Amnion play, GET THERE EARLY

roger that

.:BetterDay:.

here's a ruffmixx of the song "BETTER_DAY". Let us know what you think in the comments! It's most prolly gonna be pletely differnt by the time it get's on our next wreckurd...but jus so ya could hear it, here it's...



What has been spoken,
will become The Real
like a Heart that's been broken
can now begin to fEEL
let our sorrow be the LIGHT
shining onna BetterDay!

gimme to the FIRE
then gimme to the TREes
oh! the Apple of my Eye
is a pollen in the breeze
we exPLODe! with Joy & Song
hummin upP a BetterDAy!

Morning moves Her Way beyond
where the Day belongs,
and all we see is
start/stop
off/on
what we gotta do for the sake of Song
is DrumBReak! the Dawn to a
betterbETTER DAYYy!!!
stick that Head inside a BEtterDAy

So, if a BetterDay's coming,
we gotta let it in!
with a Singin'and a Drummin
a BetterDay begins!
there's a Song inside your Heart
and it's singing 'bout a BetterDAy!!!

wash away the Warpaint
and pass around the Pipe.
if all you want is more Pain,
then don't give up the Fight
there's a spiral winding Road
Coming from a Better Day

working for a Paycheck
is working for a Bomb!
if you want a BetterDay,
then start working for your MOM!
we're each other
WE ARE WON!
working for a BetterDAY!

Morning moves Her Way beyond
where theDay belongs
all we see is
start/stop
off/on
what we've gotta do for the sake of Song
is DrumBreak the Dawn
to a BETTTERBETTERR DAYYy!!!

Running to the Ocean
looking for The Sauce
gonna tear me wide open
Baby! let's get LOST
'cause there will always be a LIGht
Shining onna BETter DAY!
BETTER DAY!!!
BETTER DAY!!!

This is how she told our parents....

"yOu guys, I have something to tell you"
"ok...what is it?"
"I'm THREE MONTHS PREGNANT"

woohoo!

Now we really have something to sing about!

Nikki and Aaron's baby is due on January 24th, 2009
hey grrlls'nboys hold on them bucky-balls! Am-We-On a Launchpad for Spaceship Birth!!!!!!!!!

allLOVEus made a reHEARsalCOMmercial...

LOve is in the AIRrINn!!! Thanks for the Video Brother!!

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros did the In-Deep-End-Dance down at Hunter'sHollow before the show at MountainBar in Chinatown on July3rd. They helped confirm our suspicions that Life was never meant for anything less than Living bangGONnadRUMmmaLLdAYyy!!! Do You Believe You'll Be Leaving This Being to Be the Wind?!

goings-on in amnion camp

waiting at the station for the next gig, pulling indifferent patrons through the flood waters, clouded maestros with a symphony of ms.trees, aimlessly wandering through the cryptic crypts, eventually laughing at the death and dancing to apocalyptic carols sung by skeletons in black-face? "when the Great Day comes" ? is that some kind of malevolent joke? yeha... of course it is... it's a cartoon kids!
as a matter of fact, today was a Great Day

coL jesuswarhol.com

in keeping with the recent streak of video postings on this page, here's a nice lil' sparkler for the song "heregOesnOthing", conceived and directed by our dear friend coL.

shooting this video was an entirely new experience for us, and, as a result of the time we spent with coL, we can feel a new Light coming into the ways we interact with our creative inner environment. coL makes this Light a playground, and we are infinitely grateful for his friendship and guidance.
eternally NOW,
aaron & nikki

a profound stroke of insight!

please share this video!

Dr Jill Bolte Taylor travels the country speaking and singing about the mysteries of our minds. She also makes these beautiful stained-glass brains.

"1LOVE" (((carrion-gnocchi version)))

allLOVEus gets purty tickled when Nikki's fingers point at the words "ooh" like that. If y'all fancy a bit of Karaoke when your walls come tumblin down, we put the instroMental version of the song "1Love" up on the downLoadables on our Mice-Pace profile. We erected a lil Lite-Show to go with it to help your eyes sing better.

In Joy we are WON!

& the original version....

Rev. Jeremiah Wright interviewed by Bill Moyers on PBS. Watch the full broadcast here.

honeybees

If you like to imagine about the inter/inner-connectivity of everything, you're cultivating the medicine that we can heal each other with. There is a universal scope to our influence in the shaping of our inner/outer world, and all that we think and do is creative. Much seems destructive, but in truth there is only the eternity of potential. We must subside physically, but we strive to reach for our eternal essence and can only attain it, regardless of our efforts (or lack of).


There is action and there is inaction, and in a cosmic context the results are inevitably insignificant.

However , all good little boys and girls like to eat fruits and vegetables and have a nice walks through the garden in springtime.

We stand to lose this privilege because of our neglectful treatment of our planet and Her blessings. If we become collectively impassioned with finding the links, we can collectively empower this experience of Life with a Natural Magic and witness a miraculous transformation. There is much information available as to what energies we can contribute to the effort of healing, and it is only information until we make it practice. Love one another and breathe into the pain. Be thankful. Be an Earthling in a way the children will grow to respect and imitate.

Water you Thanking?! the Sun shines for free!

Honey was considered sacred by ancient peoples because it is the one harvest that doesn't take life. The animal and plant collaborate and produce the Sweetness. We all love sweets! The sweet flavor is central in our diets and we look for sweetness in many aspects of our lives. Sweetness is a good place to look for the essence of Life itself, and honeybees are giving us a peek at the secret recipe for it.
Agricultural scientists are looking to honeybees for the answers to a lot of problems with the planet. What they are finding is an inherent Oneness in existence on this planet. They are rediscovering the sacred allegory that the bees portray in the whole of creation, and we are learning our role in their mysterious vanishing acts. We are learning of our absolute dependence on them for survival. We are learning it is imperative that we change our course of habit if we want our children to survive on this planet. There is a bee-line to the end of humanity and there is a bee-line to the new beginning of humanity.

allLOVEus are responsible for which path we choose....

HushLil'BaybayDOn'sAyawOrd...

Ohh, the Dreamers of the Dream have been awake, wandering over, into, 'round and through the thoroughfares of this 1-derous Life of Sound&Light, beating on the Drum of Commerce, trying to find the pulse within the Tangible Fire that feeds this Eating. Many Embers are aglow! Alas, as the Seasons proceed and the Light of Life pierces the Black Brews of MusicalSilence the anticipation of a New Dawn has burrowed into our chests and made our Bodies to subside. We must retire our EarthenForms for assimilation into the Ocean of Dream for an indefinitely Infinite period of Time Out/of Mind. There is no Internet access there. The Intern E.T. has been promoted to Head Honcho. All inquiries concerning the Material Incarnation of the Musics of Amnion should be directed to the Escapee. When the Veil of the Day is returned to these eyes and Love, the GreatNavigator, leads the Way, there will be much ado about nothing once again. "It's too late to turn back now...I believe I'll be leaving this Being as I'm falling in Love, and rising up above Things..."

Thanks Josh!!!

These videos were shot by our friend Josh at the Let's Independent show at Boardner's on March 18th for Radio Free Silverlake. 'sPose that's sufficient Factuals without going into too many boring details.
a TON

Heart of Gold (R.P.n.L.&.J.)

LAUnderground commandeers Mr.T's for an AllOut&InWards Spring'sSprung SingAlong! SEVEN BANDS FOR $5 !!! OMG!!!

Whoa!
Seven!
Seminal!
SuperGroups!
Singing!
SongsofSpring!
Serendipitous!
Serenades!

This will be an Easter-Eve to R>E>M>Ember your Dreams by!
On Saturday, March 22nd, LA-Underground.net is hosting a ginormous bill at Mr. T's Bowl in Highland Park featuring Tenlons Fort.
Tenlons Fort is one of the more beautiful and profound flourishes this Universe has lent to us. For us, it was an instance of Transformation to first hear "Ghost on a Hill". After only a couple brief encounters with Jack's songs, they become like premonitions of how the entire experience of Music fits within and without our Humanity. Pure Truth put to song.

LA-Underground wrote a nice feature on Tenlons Fort a while back.

Jack recently relocated to Austin, TX and is making his way back to Los Angeles for this show, as well as a date with Alex and Sam at Hotel Cafe on the 27th.

Also playing on the 22nd are the wonderful Avi Buffalo and Friends from Long Beach. LA-Underground posted a feature on them in early February. The
first time we heard them play we were a little beside ourselves. Now that we've had a chance to adjust to the prodigious behavior in kids these days, we're a little less surprised. The World is about to enjoy a New Humanity and the generations to come will be the ones that will teach us how to tap into our potential as Creative and Loving Beings.

Speaking of tapping in, also playing this night are the Cobra Lilies.

Their drummer is a Tap Dancer!

Cobra Lilies features members of The Monolators, & Ashley Jex from RockInsider. LA-Underground sometimes joins in on the fun too.

Ema & the Ghosts is on every Jukebox in Heaven, and the majority of the band Hails from there. Their lead-singer Ema is from Earth. Ema is not entirely of this Earth, and that's probably how she managed to recruit such an impeccable backup band! LA-Underground wrote a nice feature article about them with video back in October '07.

As for theSweetHurt, & No Little Kindness, we haven't heard either of them live, but judging by the rest of the LivingLoveMusics LA-Underground has exposed us to, they're going to be 1-derous! theSweetHurt will be performing a solo acoustic set, and No Little Kindness is a six-piece from Pasadena, CA. LA-Underground has recently featured N.L.K. on their blog here.

If you haven't been to Mr. T's Bowl before, we're warning you...we've been there a number of times and we still have trouble finding it. The sign at 5621 1/2 Figueroa is cryptic. Don't look for the sign pictured on the site. That's in the back. We think. Here's a map. There's parking in the back and detailed directions on Mr. T's website. When you get inside, you'll feel like the LA Underground is precisely where you are.

set times are as follows:

9:00 the Sweet Hurt (solo)

9:30 Tenlons Fort

10:10 Ema and the Ghosts

10:50 Avi Buffalo Music

11:30 Amnion

12:20 No Little Kindness

1:00 Cobra Lilies

come early and get to know somebody! doors at 9pm/$5/21+

OH!K!D!

SENATOR FRANKEL!!!!

BROTHER IAN!!!!!!!

JOSHUA JERICHO's WALLs are TUMBLIN DOWN!!!!!

CLOSE YOUR EYES!!!!!


WAYytaGO BOys&GRRlls!
It's a SERIOUS SItuation HEArr!!!
thanks for this beautiful MUSIC!

Thanks for having us Joe (& Keegan). Big Thanks to the selfless love-laboring MusicBloggers that make it possible for Music to grow in the chilly climate of the Music "Industry". Things are warmin' upP! There's a real sense of Community coming on, and we're happy to be part of it. Now if We could pool a nice chunk of change together and buy a stretch of countryside, plant some Veggies and befriend some Goats and Chickens, we'd be onto something! Take us to your Leader!

Let's Independent RadioFreeSilverlake

Tuesday,March 18th, Let's Independent hosted by RadioFreeSilverlake.com at Boardner's

with Fol Chen ,

and Princeton.

FREE Show starts at 9pm.

We play at 11pm.

CloverCharlie

Aaron's GreatGrandFather CharlesFrench was an unusually gifted procurer of Four-Leaved anomalies of the VegetableKingdom. He mounted many of his treasures onto paganpaperweights and gave them as gifts. He sent them to prominent politicians and celebrities, many of whom would reply with handwritten ThankYou notes, giving him quite an illustrious collection of autographs as well. It either takes a keen sixth-sense to spot these growing in the grass, or an obsessive probing on one's hands and knees for hours on end. Some people locate them on their clairvoyant radar, others through a simple tedium ad nauseam. TodayTomorrow or the next, try either of these techniques and you'll find they both have an equally magical effect. Even if you don't end up with a FourLeavedClover in your hand, you'll have a more complete sense of this magicalGreenPLanet we're spinning around on, and the NatureSprites will have another comrade in their ranks!
HaveHappyDay. Keep on Searchin for that HeartofGold!

ok, we aren't politicians, we're musicians. on a certain level, that makes us dummies. but that "certain level" had little relevance to our nationality until we saw the cover of this new book. despite the limitations on our intelligence imposed by geography, we're trying our damn-dumbdest-best to piece this one together. until we do, we'll keep a firm grip on Ariadne's Thread and drive safely into the next crash-test...

upPcming shows in LA

poster by Christine Hale

Tuesday,March 18th, Let's Independent hosted by RadioFreeSilverlake.com at Boardner's with Fol Chen (feat.members of Wedroom Balls), and Princeton. FREE.

poster by la-underground.net

Friday, March 22nd, LA-Underground at Mr T's Bowl with TENLONS FORT, AVI BUFFALo Music, EMA&theGHOSTS, NoLITTLEkINDNESs, COBRA LILIES, and theSWEET HURT. FREE.

poster buy bye another freebie showzen denny

EagleRockBowling&DrinkingClub is hosting an ALL-Ages FREE show at All-StarLAnes on Sunday, March 30th. theFlyingTourbillonOrchestra, Divisadero, and DirtDress will be performing with YoursTruly IN the bowling Alley next to the arcade...FRee! AllAges!

MARCH! FORTH! SPACELAND!

LEFT LEFT LEFTRIGHTLEFT

"I dont know, but I've been told....

....Silverlake ain't just the Fold"

LEFT LEFT LEFTRIGHTLEFT

"Music is my only gun....

....MOMMA's singin 'WE ARE ONE!'"

MARCH!FORTH!
with

LAYER at 9pm PST

LUKE TOP at 10pm PST

and YOuNOhOO at 11pm PST



Spaceland is located at 1717 Silverlake Blvd in Los Angeles.

what i used to be will pass away...

Our Thanks goes to Demolisten's Fred Kiko, Bettina Chavez, Octavius Poirier, and Maki Tamura for capturing the LIGHT&SOUND in this Magical Moment! Now we can watch that "used to be" which passed away!

Avi Buffalo !

We LOVE All-Ages Shows! LAst night at Pehrspace, we saw Avi Buffalo and friends play. Besides being completely stunned by what we heard, we had to pinch ourselves when we found out they're all under eighteen. Their age however is trivial since they are making a Music that dips deepdeepdeep into the Well !!! Maybe it has something to do with their PetRockOracle from SanPedro? Our prediction is that by the time these beautiful Angels are of age to go to most age-restricted shows, alcoholics the world over will already know most of their songs by heart!

thanks Kessia!

Kessia Kordelle Embry took some great promo photos for the band, and if you're ever looking for someone fun to do some shots with, or do some shots with, send us a message at imnskp at gmail dot com with the subject line "shots". She makes elegant jewelry for sale too! Check her online gallery at Kordelle Adornments.

AmenNamO AllAges CD Release Show at Pehrspace in LA

Our dear friend at LA UnderGround is hosting AmenNamO's AllAges CD Release Show at

PEHRSPACE on SATURN DAY,

February the 23rd,

with performances by

WE AREn't ALLOWED TO SAY whO,

Phoenix &the TURTLE,

AVI BUFFALO,

and Yours Truly.

BTW, Pehrspace is looking for a soundman for the evening. The place is volunteer run, and their regular angel at the knobs has another show that evening. If you or someone you know wants to hack it, contact us.


Come on out and sing along with allLOVEus! If you don't know the songs already, visit the AlbumFreeDownloadLink near the top-right of this page. See You There!

P.s. Bring WATER!!!!!!!!!

TOnight @ Spaceland!

It's the storybook fantasy where the StarLead gets sick and the underStudy gets their BIg Break....
An unnameable and particularly impish GrammyNominee cancelled their slot this evening at Spaceland, and we're sliding in Her/His place. We go on at 11p.m. It's a free list situation, but we don't have one of those fruity lil gadgets to check our email away from home. Just keep an eye out front for a couple sparkly hippies and we'll scratch your names down on the FREE list. If you don't see us, it'll only cost you fivebux. SpaceLAnd is located at 1717 Silverlake Blvd.
gO SONARRrr.....

Water Bowl

Animators! Collaborate! PromoteLIGHT!

We're looking for Animators to collaborate with us for a Music Video. If you or someone you know is a deft hand at line-drawing or stop-motion animation, please contact us. Forward the FreeDownload link at the top of this page to people that you think might be able to help. The next step in the evolution of the vision within AmenNamO is to make the vision VISIBLE! PROMOTE LIGHT!

WaterBowl

EchoCurio Show

My New Allergist

I'm sitting in one of my least favorite spots, cold white walls covered in posters of cartoon throat diagrams and prescription drug advertising, the doctor walks in. He's the young successful type, 30 something, cocky, well dressed as much as can be in smock and stethoscope. Immediately, we have a comfortable rapport. I ask if he's Jewish, nope Orthodox Armenian. opps. He makes it pleasant to be there as he picks at every part of your life searching for the clues that will lead to the conclusion. Where, do you work? Live? Carpets? pets? What food do you eat? Where did you grow up? Social life? How much do you drink, smoke? I answer, "I drink socially". He replies, "well, how social are you?". "Pretty social". He prods, "Drugs" (now I feel he's getting a bit personal... wait he's a doctor). I glance out of the corner of my right eye for a second, and he catches me, calls me out on my lie, point blank. We laugh, and the examination continues. I tell him about my Gampy having Eczema for 50 years, never washing always flaky.
Maybe it was from the meteor, the little green creatures crawled into my lip and formed a temporary community, I want to tell him.
He's checking my ears, "do they pop a lot?", and I a comment, "no,lots of ringing though from the loud music of my brother's concerts". Right away, eager and intrigued, he asks what kind of music, for this time I say, "Spiritual Rock". Raffi says, "oh wow, I organize benefit concert for sick children out of UCLA". We go off, talking about music, benefits concerts, favorite cds, spirituality, the works. At the end of the visit, he hands me the cd he's worked hand and foot off to achieve, there's a gleam of pride in his eyes. First off I notice, Mia Doi Todd! then he tells me, Dntels producers has a track on it and also these two rad dj's from Germany, Sie Sagt.

I share with him that Amnion organizes Kirtans, and "the one tonight is for water". He gives me a convinced look of satisfaction. Glory be to electricity!
I'm sitting at work, listening to the compilation he gave to me, Open Your Window, while typing this letter to you. I can't, can't stand to think about the work I have yet to complete, this is too exciting, the world is together and everyone in the center.

THURsdAY JAnuary31 at eCHOcURio

eCHOcURio is the Cupid's ARROWw!! Somehow Lost & Jealous has rubbed out nearly every wild-card art-house EXCEPT for this one. A devoted Art Community is illuminated here in a different theme every month, and live music is hosted at the tune of ALL AGES $5 SUGGESTED donation. Cupid hit a bull's-eye on us here a number of times. Stuart&Caan, MountainPArty,& LukeTop are part of the fabric of our lives after having been seduced by the magic that took place within the walls of this place.

Thursday, Jan31, Amnion joins LAYER, Young Hunting, and DJ Farmathon in another opportunity to COLLECTIVELY PROMOTE LIGHT! We're taking advantage of EchoCurio's BYOB policy, and asking that people bring their own WATER. We'll be taking musical Water offerings in our SingingWaterBowl.

The Spaceland show last night was alright. What's the value of a reality check when it's made out to the Internal Revenue Service? We guess it's compulsory now for Music venues to require bands to fill out W-9s. If there are any experienced lobbyists reading this, will you please let us know how we can get the clubs to provide UnemploymentInsurance? MedicalBenefits?

Okay, there there now, Music is the Breath that's made it's Peace with Death. It's always being Born! Like the Door within the Door within the Door within the Door within the Door within the Door within the Door within the Door within the Door

N.E.O. 2007 TU24 !!!

If you're feeling unusually queasy or morbid this evening, there is a significant chance that NEAR EARTH OBJECT 2007 TU24 is to blame! Two thousand years ago it blew our BLue planet a kiss, and tonight it's going to try to give Her a HUG! Amatuer telescopes can get a glimpse of this rock, or if their senses are keen enough, adepts may be able to smell it on their cell-phone earpieces. We're assuming it will lend an added sense of immediacy to ours and Drug Rug's performance this evening at SPACELAND. Come on out! Dinosaurs would have wanted us to Celebrate with MUSIC!

theWaterSong

the Angel of Water
wants You to want Her
make your self empty now
if You're hard-up
get softer
you WanderinggwwWanderRerr..
get in the Water nOw
When You're the OCEAN
that's ALL YOU ARE
only just ONe of YOu here!
so come to the Fountain
wished, and you FOUNd it!
Right where You always were.
Right where You always were.
Right where You always were.
Right where You always were.

TUEs(MARsDAY) SPACELAND 11p.m.

We're going to audition our new SingingWAterBowl!
Not sure about the specifics of a guest-list, but message us if you'd like to be placed on one. . COmeOnON!

two grRR*8 ALL AGES BEnefit shows tonight in LA

Correatown EP release at
Pehrspace
325 Glendale Blvd
Los Angeles, California 90026
$5 donation ( or more )
ALL AGES.
raising funds for the commuter awareness org

Bicycle Kitchen

Bicycle Kitchen
teaches us how to park our cars for
p r o l o n g e d p e r i o d s o f t i m e

COBRA LILIES
THE SWEET HURT
DANIEL AHEARN
JACK WILSON JR.
and
CORREATOWN
ALL AGES.
ALL AGES!



& the ALL AGES
benefit for
KILLRADIO
at
ECHO CURIO
1519SUNSETBLVD
ECHO PARK CA 90026
9p
5 bucks donation ( keep the lights on )
across the street from PATRA BURGER

JOHN WEBSTER JOHNS
( free downloads at www.johnwebsterjohns.com )
with BIIRDIE
LEMON SUN
GLASSER
and guestdjs
fun

support free music by
DONATING!!!

Quetzal !

this is an ancient aztec story that i was inspired to share with you after nikki related her dream to me.



The Flight of Quetzalcoatl

Aztec


*Then the time came for Quetzalcoatl too,

when he felt the darkness twist in him like a river,

as though it meant to weigh him down,

& he thought to go then,

to leave the city as

he had found it & to go,

forgetting there ever was a Tula

Which was what he later did,

as people tell it who still speak about

the Fire:

how he first ignited the

gold & silver houses,

their walls speckled with red shells,

&the other Toltec arts,
the creations of man’s hands

& the imagination of his heart

& hid the best of them in

secret places,

deep in the earth,

in mountains or

down gullies,

buried them,

took the cacao trees & changed them into

thorned acacias

& the birds he’d brought there years before,

that had the richly coloredfeathers

& whose breasts were like a living fire,

he sent ahead of him to trace the highway

he would follow toward the seacoast

When that was over he started down the

road

A whole day’s journey, reached

THE JUNCTURE OF THE TREE (so-called)

fat prominence of bark

sky branches

I sat beneath it

saw my face/cracked mirror

An old man & named it

TREE OF OLD AGE

thus to name it

to raise stones

to wound the bark

with stones

to batter it with

stones

the stones

to cut the bark

to fester in the bark

TREE OF OLD AGE

stone patterns:

starting from

the roots

they reach the highest leaves

* The next day gone with walking

Flutes were sounding in his ears

Companions’ voices

He squatted on a rock to rest

he leaned his hands against the rock

Tula shining in the distance :

which he saw

he saw it & began to cry

he cried

the cold sobs cut his throat

A double thread of tears,

a hailstorm

beating down his face,

the drops burn through the rock

The drops of sorrow fall against the stone

& pierce its heart

& where his hands had rested

shadows lingered on the rock:

as if his hands had pressed soft clay

As if the rock were clay

The mark too of his buttocks in the rock,

embedded there forever

A place named

TEMACPALCO

* To Stone Bridge

next water

swirling in the riverbed

a spreading turbulence of water :

where he dug a stone up

made a bridge across & crossed it * :

who kept moving until he reached the

Lake of Serpents,

the elders waiting for him there,

to tell him he would have to turn around,

he would have to leave their country & go home :

who heard them ask where he was bound for,

cut off from all a man

remembers,

his city’s rites long fallen into disregard :

who said it was too late to turn around,

his need still driving him,

& when they asked again where he was bound,

spoke about a country of red daylight

&finding wisdom,

who had been called there,

whom the sun was calling :

who waited then until they told him he could go,

could leave his Toltec things

& go

(& so he left those arts behind, the creations of man’s hands & the imagination of his heart; the crafts of gold & silver, of working precious stones, of carpentry & sculpture & mural painting & book illumination &featherweaving) :

who, delivering that knowledge,

threw his jeweled necklace in the lake,

which vanished in those depths,

& from then on that place was called the

Lake of Jewels

* Another stop along the line

This time

THE CITY OF THE SLEEPERS

And runs into a shaman

Says,

you bound for somewhere honey

Says,

the country of Red Daylight

know it?

expect to land there

probe a little wisdom maybe

Says,

no fooling

try a bit of pulque

brewed it just for you

Says,

most kind but awfully sorry

scarcely touch a drop you know

Says,

perhaps you’ve got no choice

perhaps I might not let you go now

you didn’t drink

perhaps I’m forcing you against your will

might even get you drunk

come on honey drink it up

Drinks it with a straw

So drunk he falls down

fainting on the road

& dreams



& snores his snoring echoes very far

& when he wakes

finds silence

& an empty town,

his face reflected

& the hair shaved off

Then calls it

CITY OF THE SLEEPERS

* There is a peak between

Old Smokey & The White Woman

Snow is falling

& fell upon him in those days

& on his companions

who were with him,

on his dwarfs,

his clowns

his gimps

It fell till they were frozen

lost among the dead

The weight oppressed him

& he wept for them

He sang

The tears are endless

& the long sighs issue from my chest

Further out

THE HILL OF MANY COLORS

which he sought

Portents everywhere,

those dark reminders of the road he walks

* It ended on the beach

It ended with a hulk of serpents

formed into a boat

& when he’d made it,

sat in it

& sailed away

A Boat that glided on those

burning waters,

no one knowing when he reached the country of

Red Daylight

It ended on the rim of some great sea

It ended with his face reflected

in the mirror of its waves

The beauty of his face returned to him

& he was dressed in garments like the sun

It ended with a bonfire on the beach

where he would hurl himself

& burn,

his ashes rising

& the cries of birds

It ended with the linnet,

with the birds of turquoise color,

birds the color of

wild sunflowers,

red & blue birds

It ended with the birds of

yellow feathers

in a riot of bright gold

Circling till the fire had died out

Circling while his heart rose through

the sky

It ended with his heart transformed into a star

It ended with the morning star

with dawn

& evening

It ended with his journey to Death’s Kingdom

with seven days of darkness

With his body changed to light

A star that burns forever in that sky


JR’s working after Spanish prose translation by Angel María Garibay K.Originally published in Technicians of the Sacred.

Yesterday we sent our record "AmenNamO" off to the presses. It felt like we sent our kids to their first day of school. You aren't sure if the social climate is going to suit their disposition. Will they get bullied? Will they meet like-minded friends, or sit quietly in the corner, content to dream about their Mother?
SONgs are a lot like children, they want to be free. A lot of our consternation about where this record will end up has only to do with how far from, or near to,
F R E E
it will be.
On both material and spiritual levels, it's freedom is being challenged. Once we find a clearer perspective of the Providence that brought us into this Music, perhaps we'll worry less about the future. BeHEReNOw is tricky when you're pressured into selling something.
If anyone reading this would like a free digital copy of "AmenNamO", visit our homepage

HEAR.


That link will be active until EARly February when our official site at www.weareeachother.com will begin hosting it, along with an attractive heap of other recordings, photos, stories, projects, and unstuffy stuff to put in your cyber pockets.
Thanks for listening.

p.s. buy someone lunch.

Tonight we're joining our musical family members at TheBordello (901 E. 1 St.) in honoring the musical life of Harry Nilsson. Nilsson passed away on this day in 1994. If you aren't familiar with his work, the wikipedia article about him will help you realize that in fact you are quite familiar with his work after all.
He was close friends with John Lennon, and after Lennon was killed, Nilsson spent a large part of his remaining days raising awareness about gun control. Frankly, Nilsson knew the only way to control a gun is don't get one. Agreed.
Amnion is performing selections from the "Popeye" movie soundtrack.

str8 outta the g8!

ok, until today this blog has been a bit oblique in it's musings.
From now on it will be a way for us to share our experiences as a musical family. Today, JAn7<2008>, the final flourish will be deftly dealt to our debut record "AmenNamO". For some of us, this has been 15 years overdue. Finally the floodgates opened and we found something worthwhile to sing about. A lot of reconciliation, forgiveness, gratitude, and reverent devotion culminated in a life where the living is making itself. Ultimate Providence!
The number nine and water are very important elements on this record. They are by no means unique to this record, but the experience was largely inspired by a practice that involved a renewal of our relationships with our Mothers (water), and the relinquishing of control (9). Much of our lives are spent in 0blivion, but the moments when we sense the Light within and without us mark our time. The presence of Love and AbsoluteBeing brings stability to the abstract experience. For us, a life of music can help us remember our dreams in the morning.
One more River to the SeE!
Conventional perceptions of the creative process are that someone writes the music and the lyrics, either collaboratively or alone(all-one), and the end result is a recording that was produced after an arduous refining and arranging of parts, instrumentation, take after take after take until the picture of perfection is blasting through the speakers. What really happened during the making of AmenNamO was more like a roomful of blindfolded children that forgot their own names were trying to discover each other through experimentation and belligerent guesswork. Although It wasn't without influence and mentor-ship from masters, AmenNamO is really just a nice sounding accident.
We're indebted to our Mothers. Aside from the life they nurtured in us as children, they have shown their presence in All-LOVE-Creation by their self-sacrifice and devotion to us. If we take their wisdom to task, and selflessly work for the good of All, the innate Creator in us will enjoy the experience of Fruition! This is how the World can heal! Hit'em with that ONE LOVE!

There i$ a Man
who can't $ee nor hear
'cau$e he $tuffed hi$ money in hi$
eye$ and hi$ ear$.
If it didn't go
BLING-BLING,
he didn't hear nor $ee
a thing.
hHe doe$n't much care
for what i$ enticing,
unle$$ it can carry
hi$ type of pricing.
The Color$ of Ca$h
will $witch on hi$ ear$,
& the Pounding$ of Profit$
throw hi$ vi$ion in gear.
He $tare$ at hi$ computer
a$ he yap$ in hi$ phone.
He drive$ the way
$ome commuter$
think they're on the road
a l o n e .
He won't turn hi$ gaze
unle$$ it look$ $hiny.
Hi$ motto i$,
"Mine i$ what'$ Mine i$ what'$ Mine and that'$ Finally"
there are $o many thing$ he won't give,
but I'll mention,
he'$ $o tight with hi$money
he won't even
P A Y ATTENTION!!
True Love and Kindness
don't make him thankful,
he only is touched
by how much is his bank full.
Tell him you like him,
now that's complimentary,
but it probably won't strike him
lest you look like the
MINT OF THE CENTURY !!
He'$ never relaxed,
'cause he'$ alway$ at work.
I'm not sure what he doe$
but he'$ a really great jerk!
He think$ that there'$
no thi$ or that
you can't buy.
So he must not have noticed
that there was any
SKY !!
hi$ money doe$ grow,
but it don't grow on tree$
it's funny how fruit does,
and it does that for free!
I guess this man
just watches and listens
as he darn well chooses.
but in my opinion,
the more he gains,
is all the more
h e l o s e s .

paint us in g r e e n s
and forested g r a z e
we're a natural scene
and our growing is a shade
four the clovers who tell us
our colors won't fade into verses
'less a p u r p l e mountain's majesty
is the muse that we purchase



"I can't tell a lie",
says Mrs. C h a r t r e u s e
so Mr. S c a r l e t s her buy
most anything she will choose

"I need some grafitti,
some clandestine art.
That stuff in museums
is too set apart from
the colors inside me.
My pork- p i g ment squirts out
of a p i n k lady's high-knee-sock'd
porcu-paint spout,
& anything less than that
is a drought.
i'm a rainbow on tap!
if i get s e p i a ,
i'll just take a nap."



Our Thanksgiving t u r q u o i s e
is a G o l d e n Girl feast on the
far between f u s c h i a noise
that's pastel as a p e a c h .

Is your crayon an island
s a l m o n s h a m r o c k m a r o o n e d
that found it's way yonder sky land in a
camera ko-docked cartoon?

Let's get out our fingers
and tickle some tints
on an easel gone
thinga-ma-jigger-nonsense
then....
Can we imagine a magic m a g e n t a
took on an
o r a n g e you coming with us?
We'll get in the c a r m i n e
e n d i v e to the i n d i g o
'long the l a v e n d e r star-line
a m b r o s i a so in we go
into the v i o l e t ,
a beautiful light
of such a rare style it
almost looks w h i t e

P e r i w i n k l e will twinkle
in our a q u a m a r i n e s &
we'll think we are sinking into
p r i s m ordial dreams

If your fruity-looped two cans
are held captive in cages
of mutey hued poo- t a n s
and passionless b e i g e s ,
you could probably use some pizzazz
or maybe just some pizza
with razzlematazzle sauce
and s i l v e r - p u r p l e - roni
so we eats ya !

We're so unmellow y e l l o w
and our l i m e s are electric !
Our favorite food is jello
cuz it looks unexpectedly
colorfully kooky
and so deliciously sweet
all over our cookies
and squishing under our feet !!
We're color fool blind-folded so
color us b l u e
or paint our b l u e s b r o w n .
If r e d s are what you do,
then stain our whole town !
Get out your shellac
and colorize heaven.
If it all comes out b l a c k ,
then we've dyed and gone to
C L E A R B L U E L A K E # 1 1

ode EAr

SHHH!

LISTEN!!!

no,
listen LOUDER!!!

did you hear that?

That's THE SOUND!!

it sounds like:

the Sound that is GLOWING
the Sound that is LIGHT
the noise that is KNOWING
it's WRONG as well as RIGHT

the MMMM that is MOTHER
& the DANG!! that is DAD
is the YELP that helped make YOU
all the GOOD, and all the BAD

the Sound that is SILENT
the SoUnd that is LOUD

the Sound that is VIOLENT
the Sound of a CLOUD

the CHIRP that is CHILLY
is the WHIRR that is WARM

it's the BAMM!! that came really
before you were born

it sounds like a FEATHER
falling from SKIES
without any WEATHER
or too much SURPRISE

the DING of the DREAMED
and the RING of the REALS
are so close together
that they sound like they FEELS

the ZING of the numbers
from ZILLIONS to ZEEEROs
is a SOUND that goes
under and over the
distant far reaches of
W A Y O U T E R S P A C E

it's a sound that's so B I G
it just can't be E r A s E d

the EEK!! that came EARLY
is the RIFF that came LATE

the CHORD that sounds CURLY
is the STRUM that sounds STRAIGHT!

the Sound that came AFTER
was the Sound that came BEFORE
??????????????????????
was the same Sound that asked for
your Soundless Sound to Sound like MORE!!!

If Sound is ALL OVER
are we Sound OVER aLL?

when a Sound crouches LOWER,
is the same Sound standing TALL?

like a wheel woven wild
on an infinite roll
these perplexing questions
are vexing my soul

the only way out
of this trickiest of mazes
is to

s n a k e - e a t - o u r - t a i l s ,

and

p a s s o u t o f p h a s e s

the Sound that is LOneLY
at the same time is CROWDED
it's the SOUND that has
only Sound all around it!

The Sound that is ICKY
can be Sound that is PURE
if a Sound made you SICKY,
then Sound is your CURE!

the SING of a CIRCLE
and the SQUAWK of a SQUARE
is Sound put to work
blending LIGHT into AIR

the NOte of the NEVER
is the SONG of AGAIN
as the WAVE of FOREVER
is the DING of the END

SQUEAK is the SQUEAL of the LEVER
you pull to BEGIN......

this process of hearing
what cannot be heard
with ears used for hearing at
knockings like words

'cause you listen with something
deep down inside
and when you can hear it,

P R E P A R E F O R T H E R I D E O F Y O U R L I F E !!!

cuz Y O U are this S O U N D
and this S O U N D is Y O U !!

you're always together
like the stickiest glue!!

so play us your MUSIC
imagine you're a BAND
that plays so much MUSIC
WITHOUT ANY HANDS!!!

then we'll dance like we're LAUGHTER
as this SOUND makes us MOVE

you are SOUNDMASTER
you're the GROOVIEST GROOVE !!!

today's the day the universsssstarted!! HappY BirThdAy mOm! Tthey sang 'cielito lindo' and we could hear their HeaRtS spinning like tops into the next Eternity. sPiral winding winds begin their message from the CenterSun says,"sOmething about that trumpET makes it seem like it's everyone's Special Day". one candle on the cake and your wishes are countless blessings you've had coming to you since the day before the day before the day before you were even just a figment of bigCheEses imagination. who doesn't love LOVE Ffigs ......and cheese?2=you and the child in us is waiting for the chance to be our playmates in the neverending fade out of our lives. one to grow on and the bee believes the hype that the hive is just another way to forget this beautiful homelessness. all the swwweeeeetneessses in the entire you&I verse YoNIverse is an essence that you give. thank you for your mother and her mother and hers is never another painful memory in the hearts of her daughters. MAry me just one more time? loveloveloveloveloveloveloveloveloveloveloveyou n fin it TEA times n fin it TEa like the purest water muses drowning in the fountain and flowwwwww w w w w w w w w w w w w w w w

music is so cool. we're playing some of it on friday, june 8, 'tween6&8pm(pst). KXLU88.9 fm is the MotherTheresa of Rock.

memo: Real

remember? this was the one you had to have to have it now would be a bane and a curse the past comes first in the whiles of erst war torn hearses horses whores and sold your soldiers for a swollen portion of more than just more than you needed to cross the boundaries of stars and illusions resounding in the cars of the "distance" collusion

R.U. a Foe, or a U.F.O.??

if a Body has nothing it can put it's body in ,
eventually what comes out is called

c l a i r a u d i e n c e .

if eyes are extended to see more than just more than ,
phenomenal sight such as this is known as

c l a i r v o y a n c e .

maybe you saw that show 'bout
six senses
so you might already know about
invisible fences.

our bodies are swimming in
r a i n b o w s of l i g h t
the first time you see it , you'll see that i'm right

it's nothing NewAge ,
it's older than O L d K n e w.

Q: when does the page say what it's told to ?

A: when something speaks through you and you write it down

it's really that simple , we're energy bound.

you don't have to do YoGA to be in the club,
or say AbraCaliStoga to start feelin' it's rub

(they're telling me they don't like what i settled on with "rhymes-with-yoga",
and they want me to explore some more alternatives,....rogue...uh....TOGA!!... Ticonderoga!.. like my pencil...Saritoga...NOGOLOGAHmoeGUH.. this is getting BOgass.. let's get back to the poem)

Ok...

People attribute most of this stuff to Crystals
but if we pay our tributes to the Powers of Pistols
then Crystals can only do so much
Crystals are more or less an energy crutch

all the good's we got's inside us
it's just how it comes in or out
that can tickle or bite us

hows abouts all that extra-terrestrial hype?
those little green men wouldn't much gripe
if we all were just a b i t more evolved.
that don't mean we get in a U F O
and our problems are solved.

NO!!
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We have an e n t i r e c o s m o s to reach through !!!
i hope you don't feel like i'm trying to preach to you
cause i'm not upset, i'm really excited
that this magic-carpet is here and we all get to ride it !!!

it's gonna take us infinity light - years back-c l o n e d
to our makeup-divinity right here at h o m e !!
we're on it already! isn't that great!?
i'm feeling better unsteady than better too late!!
what about the lack of brakes ,
or how much of NO GASoLINE it'll take
to get where we're going
if it's n o w h e r e a t a l l ?
we know no more knowing
than to f o l l o w t h e C A L L .

Thanks Gampy. Now we Know how to do it right. Your arms are the Ocean and your face is the Sun. Past that is a TimeBlindness that All Love Us can Sea. Oh Eye want 2B.n. that Noneburr!!!!!!!!!

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Q: Where have all the WildFlowers gone?
A: Here from There to WhereWithAll To the MaximoHoneyConsulate of 20CaringMaryGoldens!!
Q: Win are they coming back?
A: When the Winds We Were Want Won Way Wars With the Wilderness !!

our son arson on ash wednesday

Fall aside and re-Lent.
This is a Fire we will never see.
It is wrapped all around us
in a trillion plus centuries worth of
timeless growth and destruction.
We have no choice but to take it's beating and feed this eating.
Could it be that we are living lives both inside and out,
breathing past the ashes, surface and core?
An autonomous thief
is giving itself to life for the acquisition of death
He's the Plank-running Pirate walking on the water.
All we can do is draw swords
to deliver ourselves from form,
and surrender to our inevitable immolation in the
NOne One Sun.


"mom, do you mind if wear your father's hat today? It matches my white pants"

Griffith J. Griffith let his gun do the arguing and his poor wife lived through it. Now his park is up in flames.

Fire is a word that doesn't do justice to it's printing paper. We give Thanks for the Trees, for the Birds and the Beasts, but the Fire doesn't care what god you pray to for forgiveness or protection when that Hunger is an Abyss that consumes it's own emptiness.
I was expecting complements on my outfit today. I'm surprised they came from my Grandfather's cremated remains. While I was holding his bones, his favorite music was playing. That same reverberation is in this hall of mirrors. We are living a prelude of the easiest listening.
Jazz is smoothest when it wears the uniform of the Oppressor.
The Maker is waiting to be Made, the Player played. Maybe trumpets will never make a peep. Living to be Leaving. Cremation retrograde arrives, and all of a sudden the Fetus has so many plans on it's fingers.
One for the money,
Two for the road,
Three to get ready and
Four to let go of the winds in our memories and the Trees in our blood.
I fight you to win me and free mySelf from the Primordial Mud.
KnockKnocks at the door as if "They" want to be let back in to tell us those (shove it) LovingSweetNothing secrets.
That FancyDance is wild for plenty good reasons.
We're chasing stars that Tell-us-cope with our nearsighted victories in self-help. Best-Seller Success . We are a succession of secession and will cease to be at peace with our love of hatred. BabyBooms will always follow WorldWideWars . Kill Em All with Music has a message as clear as science. There is no god, no love and it's evil twins, no this, or no where all over there that could ever hope to be "in that number". Break down the door from within to expose the hypocrisy of the Stars and their self-righteous indulgence in distance and light supremacy.
Our Mothers console one another, sparing judgments, lifting burdens, sweetening the ground. They use these Fires to warm up their waters for a mighty high tea. I love watching them paint with sand and bring the Beach to the table. No giggles come sheepish for the slaughter they have planned. Their trail has tears that sprout wings in all directions, but don't forget that Spin goes In!! Open In to that N0ne0ne track DestinedNation and find there is so much more already here than what is coming back. This honest lover carries too many secrets to be faithful, but what stokes this Passion better than Mystery?

cause tomb

This isn't me,
and this isn't my friend.
I'm watching me do this,
and making pretend
i'm out of my pockets,
and all in the air.
These places i'm locked in
are every which where.
Some voices are singing,
while others are whispers.
These Boys will be Kings
thanks to Mother's blue blisters.
Off in the distance
is some other saga
of the same ol' existence
as this here Kali raga.
For the sole sake of laughter
i've donned this disguise,
The DeathSong's for after
i've ruined the surprise
of what is the who
that is me and me only.
I've faked this for you
'cause i'm so painfully lonely.

spleen cleaning

red all over pink inside bluer than blue knew ten commie-hand mints of mosey right along but thou shalt shout whilst thine dine in wine dine out line drive through double-featureless desserts first things first guessed thank the guests for coming to break bread with your cum-onanist come moon yin fist commune fattened fingers lady fingers do the talking around here a round of hearing what was said in the pauses and lists in the listening rooms are blank before they have a chance to say that nothing is to leave the sanctity of this 'thisness' we've been missing out on sank you jelly mush kiss kiss me while i excuse the sky for falling and the earthling king moves under our feet kitschkitchenchristians imbued us with the sue fees hinder'd in dues his lama bought a muslin tarp for the market stall where they sell sand to the beach-goers and bananas to the monkeys money is key the water is free of charge but you'll have to stay in it for the rest of your life meanie mine is more but maybe the wails of a whale will sing us to sleep in heav'nly corals will douse your holy hopes to flames if you forget the mother given names of three blind mice c.u.n.e. forms sea unicorn dogs at the fairplexi glass menagerie genie grew a banjo on it's knee grows grass men and ben and jerry's ghee gee that's neato need to break fast when the deer-lights up the zodiactors one-act mess on the road and kero-kero-kero whacked our hello kitty fetish with a four hour trip to the mall on the day after thanksgiving weirdo's so hungry we're dough so sown under greedy piggies sow soul searcher hurts her tummy could eat the golden calf eeniemeany mine is more caffeine than your triple shot lost day lottery at the lie-be-wary of what you read in books and gimme second sideways looks for grand theft of the forests rivers skies fauna flora found ten fountains in your aura and flowers in your cores of course you're waiting to be forced into slavery you are a soldier and sold you have been you are fighting a monster with impenetrable skin and sticks and stones will take you home to atone for a sin you weren't sent to commit complacency come play some calm paced wait and see what vacancy they can see to while we figgure out how why the what is the who that is me and me only to be so fake and you take it i'm painfully lonely while whiling away at the other mother's udder no way better than bed or ride a whey youth otter wizard emerging sea butter word own lead annul looser nation taken too seriously truce heresy is silent night with no sleep and heave a big piece of heavenly peace at your distant stance stay a man may as well Kant or be orwellian doubleplusungood full stop

Art,

it is my

pain-tingling

guru me , guru you

what's the
h i s t o r y
of the
m y s t e r y
that is
y o u ?

im trying
to clue-in
my
guru

she wants
to get
through to
the essence
of heart

i thought
you & i
would be
the best
place
to start

TooT Sweet!!!

to imagine a magic
more ethers than solids
turn rivers to ashes
and sweeteners to salteds
become like the dream
in a double entendre
smashing through meanings
in a rubble of wanderers
stop making plans
for the next few centuries
and start shaking hands
with the vexed unintentionally
grip is to grapple
with grabbing for greed
nip tuck a navel
and gnaw onto need
for the sake of a taste
we will always know hunger
eat your cake and have it graced
by the heart of who's younger
the mind is a warden
and we're locked up in prison
the shining reward
for doing time is a prism
of kaleidoscopic bliss
enveloping every dimension
we collide and called it 'this'
and began developing our ascension
into heavens at home
and the present-day eden
we're in seven ways aum
so have a pleasant stay
while being the leaving

April 28, 1981

25 years ago on this day my sister was born in our mobile home. It was the one with the baby-poop-color exterior paint-job and three rose bushes out front. Our parents had a PuritanicalLittleHouseonthePrairie fetish at the time and wanted to had a mid-wife deliver the baby from the conception-bed. There was no ultra-sound to determine boy/girl, no painkillers, no forceps, no beeping medical equipment, no cigars. The attendance was MomDadMidWife&Our AuntDiane to keep my brother and I calm while our Mother was pantinggroaningscreamingbloodygore at our Father . AuntieDee was trying to keep us preoccupied with a 'Chutes-n-Ladders' board game, but the paper-thin walls of the mobile home made the pantinggroaningscreamingbloodygore impossible to ignore.

When we heard Dad say "It'saBabyGirl!!!!", we dropped our game-pieces and burst into their room. Dad was holding our bloody lil sister upside-down by her feet, directly above Momma's spread-eagle knees. One Look At the BAby was quickly pre-empted by the SIght of Mother's Bloody Gaping Cave-of-a-VAgina. I vividly remember the four to five to six inch wide hole of gore could be peered into. At Age seven, I was witness to the Light of Origins shining forth from the Portal of Primordial Consciousness! Father cut the cord and the mid-wife brusquely wrapped her up tight in a blanket to weigh her. NINE POUNDs + SOME OUNCEs of screaming flesh. That big a piece of baby doesn't feel all that great while being forced out of a LiquidBliss through a two-inch opening, not to mention how Mother must have felt having her Vagina unify with her rectum. No painkillers whatsoever. Thinking back on how happy she looked that moment and how selflessly she dedicated her life to her kids, I doubt she felt any pain at all.
HappyBirthday you lil' Pink&PurpleBallerinaButterThief. I hope these 25 years have been worth the struggle enough to celebrate the days to come. I surefire know your Mother is as proud of you as the Sun is of All Love Us.
If we're due for a FastKarmaFreed In a reindeerCar Nation, I hope we can be each other's Mother in the Afterlife.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

MaximumHoneyConsulate

Thanks for taking me to the museum Mommy. I love the new Maximo exhibit.I knew we were still in the Land of Flowers!!! HoneyMoney !!!

stay or go??

i'd like to live in a place that's
s e r e n e
where the air is so
c l e a n
'twon't let no one get
m e a n
and you don't have to spend all your
b e a n s
in one spot

'cause the little you have
is really a lot.

now that i've put
s e r e n e ,
c l e a n ,
n o t m e a n,
and b e a n s
on my wish list,

i'd like to add
g r e e n ,
c u i s i n e ,
m a r i n e ,
i n b e t w e e n f e w m a c h i n e s ,
and hot springs with mist

is this my
d r e a m ?

maybe we could start a
s c e n e ,
or an amateur
t e a m
to play things like
s w i n g s ,
or eenie-not-meanie-minee-moe
(just to keep the competition slow)

wherever i move,
i'll find me a groove,
but why ever settle?
the things you wants
are right within your haunts

a rose is your bike,
s o p e t a l ! !

the DAY of the EARTH

will be the day we say "That song was a hit before your Mother was born. Although She was born a long long Time ago, your Mother should know." Send this WaterMusic to the Frogs so they can pass it on to the Dawn's Birds. They in turn/Tern will send this OneHItWonder to the Sun !!! Here Comes The SUN QUEEN !!

arrowsong from the RainbowLodge

like an arrow slanting
d o w n
deep breathe into your
c r o w n
let it turn to
g o l d
and you will ne'er grow
o l d

like an arrow slanting high
the grandparents of light
are spreading wide their wings

wide their wings!

wide their wings!

to teach the world to sing

world to sing!

world to sing!

music is the
breath
that's made it's peace with
death
it's always being born!
like the
door within the
door
within the door
within the door
within the
door
within the door
within the door.....

she wants revenge

she wants revenge
for birthday zeros
she's on a binge
for worthless heros
she swallows pain
without desserts
her only name
is how much she hurts
she wants revenge
and nothing other
than an ocean singed
by the fiery mother
of a solar-centric
paradise
she is your entrance
she is your christ
she wants revenge
and she will come
the gods will cringe
and drink
r e d r u m

come moon yin

priestess drink your cup
& fill it with existence
keep this thinking shut
until it's of the instant
and the now in every lover
even the blood of demons
has a sweetness to recover

Mother bought me a new bag i'll never be able to fill.
Right now i'm focusing on what the outside looks like.
It has a "Welcome Aboard" patch.
It has a child's handprint.
It has a gold zipper-pocket with crystals inside.
There were blood stains on the shoulder-straps when i got it.
The previous owners put a lot of weight in it on their long trips.
Many Rivers filled it.
Valleys were carried over the mountains.
i'm not even sure if i'm the one carrying it.
In all probability i myself am the contents.
That wouldn't surprise me given the ease i've had in my travels.
Sometimes i'm unaware i've taken a seat reserved for my elders and the overburdened.
Privilege can be shameful if you aren't watching where it came from.
If you catch a rare glimpse of the source of this abundance all around us, this Providence,
say thank You.
Thank you Mother.

if you are looking for something to do with your spare time,
meet your neighbors,
plant a tree in their backyard,
if you aren't a creep, babysit their children,
talk to your houseplants,
if you don't have any houseplants, make yourself a salad and sing while you are chewing it,
go for a walk and listen to the omens that greet you,
if you live somewhere you can see the stars,
write about that so people living in the cities are reminded of their existence,
donate some time
and/or
large/modest
sums of your
hard-earned/lottery
money
to a local charity you feel is doing good for people in need,
write your congressperson about arts education in public schools,
take surface streets where you need to go,
take the bus,
ride a bike,
walk,
talk your way into a new job selling goodwill,
sing everything you would otherwise speak,
instead of buying something, make it from scratch,
repeat yourself until the meaning goes careening,
spend an entire day on myspace like we just did,
spend an entire day on myspace like we just did,
spend an entire day on myspace like we just did,
spend an entire day on myspace like we just did,
get a new pet,
give snail-mail a second chance,
go to the zoo,
stand in front of the elephants ALL DAY,
that way you'll prevent yourself from spending all day on myspace like we just did,
go to the ocean,
if you are hopelessly landlocked,
move to california like everyone else is doing,
move to canada for no apparent reason,
learn a word from a language you've never heard of,
stay up all night listening to the animals outside,
try to remember what it was you forgot when you were waking up this morning,
buy some/sum fake money,
blog yourself to sleep
glob yourself to seelp
blogyoubolgobloggeddoggiebooger doggiebaag

note to self was missing....oops!

this very moment the omen came on the breath of the birdsong
give thanks.
Thank GreatSpiriT
for bestowing the capacity to give.
Sing to Sing
The mere act of submission into the act of giving will drop us into a new range of listening.
Let GreatSpirit sing into you.
Let your own mouth melt away and be replaced by GreatSpirit.
We are all a part/apart of GreatSpirit.
Coyote will always be there plotting a trick and will try to save face when he is found out.
Saving face is pointless. be like the Elephant who gave his head to boy Ganesha.
Be like Ganesha as you sit in as scribe for the GreatSpirit's stories.
Your mother's songs. Your mother's mother's mother's songs all throughout history immemorial.
You have a duty to transmit the message of GreatSpirit. Listen without the eArs on your HEad.
Listen with your Heart.
The Words will betray you.They will always bend to their own liking. They will strike ears as EArs see fit. No message unmolested by the tongue can hit the Heart off-center.
Heart Music has only One NOte
Heart Music has even less than One NOte
It is the most Deafening Silence there is
or ever will be
or has been
in and out of
TimesKaleidoscopicPattern
It weaves it's melodious Magic of Love and Nothingness.
Nothing= NOt Hinged
Give yourSelf bodymind&soul and all else to GreatSpirit.
Be consumed.
To nourish GreatSpirit in this way gives a sustenance and strength to the Well of Om-Hearts.
Make GreatSpirit your life.
Stop feeding your eating and let yourself be devoured by GreatSpirit
Your insatiable hunger will vanish into a one less zero and dimsum!
The Duality Do-All-of-It-Tea is the poison in us all.
Stop being Man. Stop being Woman. These things are only creating more pain for our Mother.
Heal the will to live by loving into absolution the entire essence of your being. The Sea is the Plenty you've striven for and can never attain. It has been waiting for you to notice It's presence right beside you.
Let It breathe for you.
Let It feed you.
Let It sing into you a song that is the Sun-One that you are. We are the Fire in All.
I Am You Is We ARe One.
namoamen
namoamenamoamenamo

the FL(O)(O)D

i'm a part of this flood
and i never could stop it
i'll try, but my blood
will burn if i drop it
this sounds like a curse
but it's pretty darn cool
to feel like the first one
to come home from school
i've been learning the ways
of the heavens and the earth
and it was just today
i discovered my worth
i can sing songs
and tell silly jokes
as i roll right along
with the punches and pokes
it's fun being me
& it's cool that you're you
the Sun shines for free
and we're alive!!!
we're a crew
of magical Beings
with magical Ties
to magical Meanings
from magical Girls and Guys!!!
so bust up the levy
and let it all flow!
the World is your Chevy!!
let's go let's go let's go!!!
so what i call a Flood
is more like a Current
and Blood is the Love
that gives it endurance
it flows through your everything
each single cell
even through places
you can't really tell
it never gets tired
it just couldn't end
it won't be expired
'cause it's always
again and again
and again and
again and again
it's sorta like
something that's
hard to describe
you say less
with your mouth
than you do
with your eyes
and even if you put
your finger right to it
you'd see that you're touching
what already knew it!!
this stuff is the fluff
of which we are all a part
we're apples and oranges
and we're all in the cart.
it wouldn't be fair to
throw out the bad ones
'cause today you seem happy,
but weren't you sad once?
coming or going
we'll always be here
we're actually spinning
just once every year
so don't worry how,
when, why, or where
the answer is NOW
and it'll always be There
maybe i'm sounding
a bit too far mystic
but look all around you,
it's quite realistic

Mighty as a WellBeing

There's a music playing in between our palms. Once we tune into the frequencies of touch, we feel an extrasensory hearing in our bodies that transcends the suffering and confusion dominating our senses. We are aware we are hearing this feeling when we give that serenade to the ones who need it most.
Sing sans voce by gently blowing on the brows of the ones who are afraid. Let that breezy song calm them. Welcome their need with a wealthy breath so they can feel it pour right back out of you. Give the flood a place to empty out. A shiny bowl. An open hand. Riches are pouring into us from every reach of the universe and we give them back to the sorcery of the source-airy. Magic is a heartbreathing ear listening to the children's fear and unfolding it into love.
We know little about our bodies while we are healthy and spry. It takes an injury or disease to make us curious to learn more. Some of us have no choice but to neglect the pain while we watch the twists and tendons play their funny skit for the fire. i've seen smiles explode across the faces of children who couldn't laugh aloud or clap their hands because the required anatomy was out of order. i mean EXplOde across their faces!! They are evidence of the supreme jester. To them, another day is the funniest joke flying over everyones heads. They are vessels of pure joy!! Their wretched bodies cannot influence the light pouring through them. This light is within us all.
i love the word pour. fluid. poor. fluent. pores like the holes on a flute. we are played like instruments of the purest musics. we're members of an orchestra being conducted by the maestro herself. TheHANDel on the urn of the WaterMusic is this Earth.
Thank you for our mother. we're helping her draw from the well of OM-hearts. WE are filling US with this music, and we're tearing us apart like apples put against teeth. What else is there to do but give?

Thanks for the foRESTof Our LIVEs !!!!!

Daniel and the Conquering Lion are sleeping together in the mighty jungle oohwweeo-o-o-wee-ohm-bombsaway!
the fire is awake and rolling, rolling , rolling on a river . So long Marianne. you can laugh and cry and laugh and cry and laugh about it all again.
vortices are spawning themselves as we untie each other's knots. nothing is happening nowhere all over there and there is nobody here! take anything for granted but that truth, because you can only give it to yourself. your medicinal beds are waiting for you to drink the tea that will send you into the rest of your lives as a beast of dreams.
answer the Rock's interrogation with a nice blanket prophecy.
your ancestors put down their hair for these trees you consume every time you breathe.
it's shocking to see with the eyes in your chest.
your legs wilt and you find you are with your mothers earth. the blue rumours have it she threw herself on the cross so we could hunt for painted eggs filled with sweets and nothings.delights like these are so much more like Music than the dirges of guilt and regret. we shouldn't have to write out invitations for our own funeral. all the right people will come. keep it casual. if you do feel like inviting guests, oblige the animals. Elephants, Lambs, Ducks, Swans. make sure there is plenty of grass, water, and wide open space. the fewer the people, all the more room to run and dance with the horses. less shade in the hearts of our children so we can breathe freely in the cool shelter of the trees.
Providence is calling from every reach of this sphere to say YOU are INvited.

we're full of theM.T.ness

while we try to make a living we could just stop and we'd soon realize that the living is making itself. help carry this food in the house. your family is being fed by this group-mind stone soup. once we own our minds the dividends reward everyone exponentially. this is something no one will buy because we all worked for it. no one buys what can't be theirs to keep. "we" are not set apart from "you". "we" are not trying to set an example for how "you" should live. "we" are living the only way "we" know can keep us in LoVe with one another. this is our nourishment. when we are in love our bellies are filled past our hearts. we are filled with the sweetest light.
the flights of bees,
the flowers fixed to the earth.
there is a joyful welcoming in this union between two seemingly seperate beings. their understanding of each other is not a simpleton's give-take relationship for survival. it is deeper than their individual life continuums. a flower is overjoyed to be the one plucked for the kitchen window. a bee is indifferent to the thievery of the ones who want a slice of its sweetness. their lives are their afterlives. a dharma of giving up and letting go. they borrow each other's labours to gain the capacity to empty out and give.

HE wrecked our SETI erector-set

build a wall from the top down
make recesses in it for mementos and seal them in
your little secret tucked into stone
you don't have to be an hack arky-tech to erect something useless
there are many beautiful buildings that serve little or no purpose.
so much of our expertise is actually boxing us in
the roofs on our houses are obstructing our views of the heavens while we dream!!
Sleep outside and make yourself a RADAR!!
of course, a roof is something a house needs,
but why are we building it first?
maybe this metaphor needs a floor
if we're dead-set on doing things backasswards,
windows before walls sounds like a fine idea.
maybe birds came before trees and honey makes bees
however we build our outtta-wack and crooked homes
must be a lot like GoD making WoMEN out of some dude's Rib-BOneS!!

BAKINGSODA DRESSES and Family DruMMs

dance the jingle dance & be healthy.
listen closely to what the boy heard that made him shake.
his mothers are wailing.
the father's lost daughter is coming to visit him and he needs to clean house.
the OLdWaY is being te$ted.
bl(0)(O)ds are mixing.
the Blackness is everything at once and will confuse you with its brilliance.
BLindness is Timelessness.
know the Single-pointed Star and dance Fancy in its court.
when the SUN rises on your crown it is all you can do to live the longest day of your lifeTime.
ALL the WEalth of the YouniVerse is yours when you pledge to give it all back to its children.
everything we have is molting off ourselves and we itch. we feel raw.
the magic of the healers is in every touch. even demons have the power to cure us.
temples of love cannot be built with stones.
the HEArTBrEATH Is penetrating every barrier.
in sanskrit OM=all
NI=return
in english we have the word OMNI
we are everywhere and nowhere in perpetuity
the afterlife is happening this very moment
confusion
this is our plight and our bane.
the compassionate and patient SUn
of all there is & will ever be
has always been
and can wait another ten thousand eternities
for us to hear this simplicity
all this celestial spinning has our senses flying off of us!
spin inward and recollect like Einstien's tea-leaf paradox.
do you remember when you were still inside your mother?
her water is the key (chi)
the hints and clues
are in the tints of BLUES

Q & A

what is the first word in everything?

EVE

what threatens to destroy us?

the ATOM

best scapegoat?

the BIG APPLE

who are the guardians of the garden?

ALL LOVE US

a cross, the you and i verse

let's say we're all in the same room together and none of us knows our own names.
none of us can see one another.
we are all blind.
we are trying to fix our ears on one sound, but the dizziness is deafening.
our anger and frustration in this sensory prison escalates into a
collective seizure.
when that climax subsides another one takes it's place.
we want to express our amazement at the sheer confusion we are experiencing but nothing will take shape past our lips.
our tongues are kinked. our breath , the bow on the strings of our existence, is leaking out of our throats in choked hisses.
how can something as innocent as a breath betray us?
how can the vibrations we are made of be so painfully silent?
our bodies are parasites on the subtle organs with which we feel.
death is persistent, but it will never thwart our capacity to resonate with life.
the individual is in division and dual in nature.
one demon has an angel.
one singularity has an entire cosmos.
we pound our fists into our faces and shred our throats and our mother's love for us only grows deeper.
comforting.
the empathy lies in a shiny surface.
we want to see our reflection so we might assure ourselves this is happening in a tandem reality.
the still water is reading us stories about steel folding over itself.
i am i
or i'm made
like a samurai blade.
the bells are fashioned in the mud of the earth and the founder will never hear them ring. that soulful and solitary artisan is listening to an unstruck ringing in the hearts of the ones who gave their gold and their fire so that a community would have a voice.
zero in on we are one.
until that song is heard we are twisting ourselves inside out and making sick children sicker.
sick mothers are burying their children.
when all is mother and mother is sick, the only solution is healing.
we need to relearn the icecream songs our
mother's mother's mother's mothers
sang to her children.
these are the burning whispers of history !!
the best way to learn them is to stop holding them.
let them float above your open palms.
that glow will birth a seed.
take that seed,
plant it,
and a psalm will come.

the Advent of Elation is Ventilation

I learned to fight with a
TimeBlindness
I read the lines
from a PhotographicMemory
and was pulled by the breezes here
to a NeverLand's Big Ending
They gave me back to You
Blowin' HeartBreathMagic!!!
!--ahh--!
Quest$ 4 Fires
and conversations
all jokes aside
we're a BombEquation of people
We're our medicine
so ventilate the temples
let us let this in
to feel a HeartBreathMagic!!!
!--ohh--!
One on One
all Wide open
All Love Us
singin' in Golden Harmonies
we sing a Hurricane!!
This Song's a toast to
O X Y G E N
turning into You
like so much
!!! HeartBreathMagic !!!

unchained melodies for my darling nikki

Proud Mary sang to us last night. She sent us into The Rest of Our Lives Like A Prayer from The White Buffalo. A White Magic Bright Black Morning Light is Within Me. I Don't Know Where I Stand, but Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover. She Kissed Me & My Lips are a Flaming Blonde Redhead headed in your T-Rex-tion. She's turned me into a Twentieth Century Boy who's discovered All The Young Dudes have to make a date with R-E-S-P-E-C-T for the women we made the niggers of the world.
I Got You Babe and I don't want to Cher, but the un-Sonny side of that Life is If you're only in it for the money, you'd best be prepared for an exhausting amount of interviews.
This could turn into a Constant Craving, but It's Too Late to turn back now. I believe I'll be leaving this being as I'm falling into love and rising up above things....
The Caroles of the King's Queens tell me," You've Got A Friend who's Crying over you, so keep on searching for that Heart of Gold and you'll never get old. You're Always On My Mind and my Angel My Baby is hearing the Yellow Brick Road say Goodbye to it's Earth, Wind and Fire. "
The Ocean is calling us to our final resting place. Until this ultimate arrival, we are Outkast into a perpetual Valentine's Day singing Fuck Tha Police while Bombs fall Over Baghdad. These are less than a few of My Favorite Things. Something's happenin' here and what it is ain't exactly clear but the answer my friend is Blowin' In the Wind and all I can do is Imagine all the people saying We Are the World, whirling like the dervishes Across the Universe. Everything Means Nothing To Me and my Sha Na Na is Talk Talk Talking Heads into something Pretty Vacant, so I'll zero down into some Transcendental Meditation and hope the White Rabbit leads the way.
We're living La Vida Loca, but thank God it's a Family Affair and War is playing it's All Day Music out of a Lowrider in the ghetto of souls. The Sounds are what might come out of a Wu-Tang Great Space Coaster. I'll ask the local gentry (they might say it's elementary), "Can you tell me how to get...how to get to sesamEASY Street?"
Even though The Boss tells me I was Born In the USA, I'll ride the waves down in Africa. I Am A Promise (capital P) to the California Girls on DreamBoat Annie and I intend to keep it. Please Please Me in your Mother Tongue & show me your InnerVision so I can Live it just enough, Just Enough for the City. I'm someone she can trust. That doesn't come along every day. Breathe in between sentences and listen to the pauses. You're an expert at listening to the Heart.
Love Will Tear Us Apart & I sure Can't Get No Satisfaction so I Believe I'll Dust My Broom and get a Ticket to Ride it into my Pastime Paradise. I'll dedicate it 'FurElise' and call it 'Ode To Joy'. Maybe then, Silent Nights and MoonShadows will tell me the how, when, why, and Where Do the Children Play. Echoes are saying They'll be skippin' over the ocean like a stone and talkin' someone's head off their shoulders, no, Bang Your Head On My Shoulder & then Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair! 'cause this is the dawning of the Age Of Aquarius and my Future Shock is a GodSpell riddled with Cats, Angels Of Music, and Rent. No one-hit Wonders the Inch is Angry!
Why Let It Be? Come on baby, Light My Fire so I can Break On through to the Other Side! We're Moving On Up to a Higher Ground! SuperFly, you are the Wind Beneath My Wings! The Rose is a Message In A Bottle, and it says you don't have to put on that red dress Tonight. Every Rose Has It's Thorn, but it doesn't have to Sting. I Still Believe Nothing Compares To You. You are the Prince of the Peaches and Herb & I love it when we're groovin' together!
Try a Little Tenderness before You've Lost That Loving Feeling and you will open the Doors to the End of Forever. All i have to do is Dream about Good Vibrations and Good Day Sunshine to be in the Leonard Cohen afterlife. Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah !!!
It might be a Sunny Day Real Estate buying into a Nirvana where the Long and Winding Roads have no White Stripes or Strokes to Blur the KraftWerk of the Crazy Horse's Polyphonic Spree. This New Zoo Review we are in is a Collective of Animals like Six Elephants, CatPower, FruitBats, and PandaBear Frogs. Let loose your Primal Scream as you gaze with X-Ray Spex at your Psychic TV !! We interrupt this regular programming with a special announcement from The Future Pigeon !!! She is asking us to Fly Like An Eagle and Buzzcock our SexPistols for a Division Day into Joy To the World! Come Together right now Over The Rainbow and find the Connection because Tomorrow Never Comes when it's So Hard To Say GoodBye to Yesterday.
If you like the sound of Staying Alive , then let's meet at the Golden Bridge and sing Songs In The Key Of Life for Fulfillingness' First Finale!!
NamoAmenNamo.
Dew You Here Water Eye Hear?
A Sound so BIG it's a SEE !!

ChemChrist

i f w h a t i f e e l
i s p u r e a s s c i e n c e ,
w h i c h m o l e c u l e i n s t i l l s

defiance?

w h i c h n e u r o n s a y s ,
" t h e r e i s G O D "
t h e n s n a p s b a c k ,
" t h a t w a s D O G "

t h e l a w s o f p r o b a b i l i t y
a r e t h e i r o w n d i s a b i l i t y

a r e m y a t o m s m a d e o f m e ,
or a m i m a d e o f A D A M - E V E ?

science-myth &
cartoon churches
lead me on these
silly searches

Q U E $ T 4 F I R E
o r
R E S T i ' m t i r e d ?

HeartBreathMagic

this is in dust trees. the songs do not belong to the singer. they belong to the air they were drawn from. they are meant to be given back to that source-airy. the shape of musics and light-form inspirations are a respiration of heart breath magic.
i was given a handful of seeds from your greenery. it gave me an idea. let's say i had a dream. i'll throw these seeds down in my neighbour's yards. if they'll do the same with their neighbour's earth we'll enjoy the variety of everyone's collective pockets. then we can focus on breeding rabbits. we'll have so many spring bunnies we'll need some chickens. then goats. bee happy in the land of milk and honey we have built with our people medicine. we are curing each other. when we see this the elephants will come and live with us. we can't keep pet elephants. they"ll stay where they choose. build a house of wealth and abundance and they will make themselves at home. they will call you MadameMost and Sir Plus. Make their music wider so it can catch the wind with it's ears and fly away!

Ganesha, Babar, Ruby, Gita, Dumbo

Our patron saints are Pachyderms! I sat and listened to the IceCream songs coming out of my Mother's mother's Mother's mother's Mouth, and I realized we were in the Healing Sanctuary all along! Gai Uwani Gai Uway! The honor invoked from those words goes to the livegivers of our MotherEarth!! Celebrate your birthday (very merry Un-Birthday) as you are BornAgain into the deep dark Blue! The Sun shines bright on the creatures that reveal and give thanks for the LightWithin! All obstacles will be removed from your view inward. All you want is already yours in your heart, and to know this is the ultimate GoodLuck. Transcend the Dualities of Do-All-It-easy go lucky into the will to cease the will to live. Transform that curse into the Will To Give. Brother Sun Sister Moon and Assissi goes with Us to the land of the NewMusics! Our children will hear it, and their hearts will be moved to give us a new life in the GreatTime immemorial. Oblivion is the Orb we are living in and there is nothingness to embrace as we dive into the mouth of the zero. The Molossus is waiting outside for it's rancid feast of emptiedEgos and this time it will get a bellyfull.
A Child is Born to the Sea
Of Blue and Water will be
the Mark of Heavenly Birth
B I Z Z A R R 3 !!
there's no place like EARTH !

First entry might as well be something brilliant. What is more brilliant than the BRILLIANCE OF OUR SUN made so readily available to the general pop?