whitewolfsonicprincess' 2nd single Child of the Revolution

Friday, June 04, 2021

Circus-y

We (my companion and I) were out and about most of the day yesterday. Walking, biking, sitting on a bench, sipping kombucha, facing the lake, watching the clouds waft by, watching the waves roll in. A quite agreeable day.

Lots of rambling conversations about music, recording in the studio, art, the creative process, positive energy and good vibrations. Typical hurly-burly, mumbo-jumbo, and rolling & tumbling from our fevered brains.

Then there was this conversation:

Me: It was great seeing the Circus People. They are like us.
My Companion: Except, I think of them as REAL Circus People.
Me: Well, you know, we are pretty Circus-y.
My Companion: That's true.

SCENE

Thursday, June 03, 2021

Nick Cave vs. the French Robots...

I am an optimistic sort. But you know, I can go dark & existential with the best of them. I think everything will work out fine, but then again, I also know everything is liable to go to hell in a blink of an eye. That's just the duality, and reality, of our lives.

I believe in progress and the good. But you know, the "future is unwritten," and there is hope and peril in that reality, nothing is promised, everything can be taken away at any time. There are dark forces at work always. It's always a battle between the dark and the light. It's never-ending. Nothing should be taken for granted.

I've been listening to two records that kind of illustrate the divide. There's Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' "The Boatman's Call" (1997). What is the sound of a soul in deep distress? What kind of lyrics does a man write, what kind of music pours from him when he is torn apart by the vicissitudes & the vanishing of love? Nick Cave goes deep & dark into the wounds of failed love and failed relationships. Funny. It is a beautiful record. A man in deep pain, a lament, an ode to lost love and deep turmoil. There is a hushed, gorgeous beauty. The Bad Seeds are holding back, playing so minimally. Nick is truly suffering, and he uses his suffering to create beauty. Beauty in sadness & loss.

"It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you’re ill of health
They bury you when you go and die

It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
They’d stick by you if they could
But that’s just bullshit
People just ain’t no good

People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good
People they ain’t no good"
N. Cave (1997)


The other record which I have been spinning often, one I "discovered," during the pandemic, lockdown days, is Daft Punk's "Random Access Memories" (2013). It is a bold, overwhelming, gratifying and inspiring sonic manifesto. It too is bounded by loss and sadness, but at the same time there is an amazing optimism, joy and pleasure to be found in the grooves. Surprising that two Robots (with some special guests) could convey such soul and heart. Giorgio Morodor tells the tale of his artistic life, and it's just the most validating, beautiful & insightful monologue about musical creation and artistic freedom. There is a belief in the "sea of possibilities." Remember the future? Daft Punk turns to the stars, the heavens, and sees an opening. And you know, maybe we "get lucky?" Then special guest Paul Williams (!?) sings a duet with the Robots on "Touch" and it's just the most amazing moment of the record:

[Intro: Paul Williams]

"Touch, touch
I remember touch
Touch, touch
I remember touch
Where do I belong?
Touch, I need something more
I remember touch
I need something more in my mind"

[Reprise: Choir]
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're home
Hold on, if love is the answer, you're–

So yeah, we have Nick and the Bad Seeds, and we have those French Robots. And they both speak to me. There is wisdom & beauty in the grooves. Food for the soul.

Wednesday, June 02, 2021

The Next Thing...

The spark, the fire, the twinkle in the eyes, the smile on the lips, the laughter, the mojo. Sometimes you think it's all gone. Maybe too tired, burned out, numb, overloaded, stressed, distracted, disgusted with the world and all the humans in it. There are reasons. Everyone has their reasons.

But then, one day, one morning, one moment you feel fired up once again. Surprising. As Wm. Blake once wrote: "Energy is Eternal Delight." The spark is back. The fire rages. The twinkle, the smile, the laughter, total MOJO, all back in working order.

It's hard to say how it all happens. It just happens. It descends. Like the rain. And there is nothing quite like it. Being alive, engaged, onto the next thing.

Tuesday, June 01, 2021

Beauty & the Beautiful...

Beauty & the Beautiful...

Surrounds us

and
will take your breath away

make you stop in your tracks
set your head a spinning

sometimes it will come with a smile

or a 
twinkle in the eye

or a graceful gesture or movement

maybe the right chord ringing out
at the right time

or a voice filled with joy
or pain or some other
undefinable, unpinnable-down
emotion

Beauty & the Beautiful

powerful
undeniable

surrounds us every moment
of every day

Monday, May 31, 2021

All We Have...

"All we have is Love, All we ever had is Love."

Death crowding in from all directions...

You know it is undeniable
You can't argue with it
or reason your way out of it

It is part of the human process
part of the Universe
things live & die
transform

energy
entropy
chaos
random chance
fate
destiny

life & death
every moment
balanced on a knife's edge

what to do?
live as best we can

moment to moment

all we have is love
we must cultivate 
and honor that

love

Sunday, May 30, 2021

A Feather...

Sunday morning...

a few tears this a.m.
not all because of sadness
although certainly
a few are dedicated to
the sad

but also crying
because I can

it feels good
and seems 
supremely human

my companion
greets me in the 
kitchen 

she points to a
beautiful little
feather laying at my feet
on the floor

"did that come out of you?"

we both know it once
belonged to
little lonely dragon

but I play along

"yes, I sprouted it this morning.
isn't it amazing?"

we both marvel 
at the feather I created

she exclaims:
"yes, it is amazing."

Saturday, May 29, 2021

Shocked and Not Shocked...

I'm not shocked that not everyone in the world agrees with me. I'm not deluded enough to think that I hold any monopoly on truth. I am just feeling my way through a long dark, hallway, just like everyone else. If I review my permanent record, I can see that I've made lots of crazy decisions, stupid mistakes, and wasted lots of my precious time over trivialities thru the days of my life. I've made some good calls too. But you know, it's truly a mixed bag. I'm not the smartest person in world, probably not the dumbest either. I'd put myself somewhere in the great middle of the human herd.

An Earthling, a Human Being, doing my best to live a fulfilling life. 

Still, I am sometimes gobsmacked that some people don't see the world the way I see it. For instance, the vaccine. I cannot fathom why anyone would resist or refuse getting vaccinated against Covid-19. Once we got vaccinated, we were able to breathe a great sigh of relief. We joined the "community of immunity," and it felt wonderful, necessary. Lately we've been able to play music in a room with other vaccinated musicians, we dined out at one of our favorite restaurants and dropped our masks briefly to eat a fabulous Thai dinner. There is a bit of getting back to a fully engaged life once again. How could anyone not see the beauty and common sense in that reality?

How can anyone refuse to see the benefits of a vaccine? Having anti-bodies against a deadly, contagious virus? Seems like the easiest call one can imagine.

We know some hold-outs. Conspiracy-Kooks. Recalcitrant folks. In denial. Funny. Ridiculous. It is shocking. A mind is a terrible thing to waste. I am shocked, and not shocked. Human Beings truly are a Tricky Species...

Friday, May 28, 2021

Visions, Beliefs, Dreams, Nightmares, Realities...

I do believe we live in a world of signs and wonders. Science tells us that the iron in our blood and the carbon in our bones originated in stars, The Hippies told us we were "stardust," and it seems that they were correct. I mean, get your head around that, Pilgrim.

So yes, our visions, beliefs, dreams, nightmares and realities are all mixed up together, like in a damn Waring Blender. We must parse and ponder, and draw conclusions at our own peril. What to believe? How to believe? What do we base our lives upon?

These are fundamental questions. Always with us. And the answers are ever-shifting, morphing, darting out of reach like wriggling little tadpoles. So if I tell you Jerry Garcia, Captain Trips, long dead leader of the The Grateful Dead has been speaking to me lately, do you think I'm freaking Loco?

What is Jerry telling me? He made his presence felt loud and clear, a few weeks ago, when we passed thru the cemetery gates to visit a long-gone fellow traveler. The tombstone at the grave we visited has a quote from a Dead song written in script: "Fare you well, fare you well, I love you more than words can tell..."

Just before we reached the grave, the song playing on the radio was "Fire on the Mountain," Jerry was singing: "Long distance runner, what you standin' there for? Get up, get out, get out of the door, Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor, Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core, There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town. Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down, Fire! Fire on the mountain..."

I know, a coincidence. Right? The Universe works in mysterious ways. You say random luck, I say synchronicity. Like I said, signs and wonders. So lately I have been spinning some of my old Dead records. "Live Dead," "Live in Europe, 1972." Hearing old tunes with new ears. I hear a sparkling clarity. A light, graceful, fluid touch. Improvisation. An open-headed, open-minded-ness. A buoyancy, an urgency.  An aliveness. Sort of magical.

Anyway, no time to waste. Right? Fire on the Mountain.

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Shimmering, Flickering Flash...

Yesterday, here in the heartland, there was a shimmering, flickering flash of "endless" summer. No such thing exists, of course. There is no "endless" anything. Everything ends. Summer pops up and then fades quickly around here. It was just a day; glorious, warm, sunny, perfect in every way. 

How does it happen? One day, everything in its right place; no humidity, blue sky, gorgeous blue-green water, overflowing life, flowers, trees, birds, and a flurry of human activity. And what of us? We were totally in tune, keyed into the flow. A lightness, a graceful fluidity ruled the day. We made our appointed rounds easily, with no effort. The day caressed us. It was all so validating. Life. 

It's cool this morning. A different day, a different season. That is how it goes around here, one day to the next can be so different. We carry that lightness and fluidity with us still. We hope can hang onto it, even as we know these moments, these days are like mercury, not something we can hold at all.

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Not a Hipster...

Conversation in our kitchen yesterday late morning:

Me (reflecting on the previous post): "I don't think I qualify as a Hipster." 

My Companion (named after a hurricane): "No, Jammer, you are a Wild Dog."

Me: "Woof, Woof!"

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

Funny Sentence...

People say the Darnedest Things to Me...

Yesterday afternoon, I was cutting across the backlot behind our apartment building, a big empty jug in hand, heading over to the local micro-brewery to get it re-filled with Kombucha.  That my friend is a very Progressive, Blue Bubble-type activity.

A woman was out walking her little black dog, a Boston Terrier (his name: "Shadow"), she took one look at me and declared:

"You are the Epitome of Summer Cool." 

Yes, it's true, in my neighborhood folks often use words like: epitome.

What do you say to something like that? I smiled and muttered: "Hah!" Not exactly pithy, but it seemed to fit the scene. That is the first time in my life I have been accused of being the epitome of anything!

Monday, May 24, 2021

A Major, Major Influence...

Dylan is 80 years old today. Amazing. My Mom turned me onto Dylan...

"If my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine." - Dylan

Yes. I am a Dylan-Freak. Have been ever since I went to a "folk-mass" as a little, snot-nosed kid, and found out that the song they were singing, "Blowin' in the Wind," wasn't an old folk song passed down over the ages but was written by a wafer-thin kid in 1962. Blew my mind. Then I discovered "Bringing it All Back Home," "Highway 61 Revisited" and "Blonde on Blonde."
"How does it feel?" Freaking amazing! Happy Birthday Bob!

Sunday, May 23, 2021

No Syllabus...

Living. It is a teacher. No syllabus. There is an arc, a moment by moment improvisation, with luck, randomness and mystery embedded in the bones and cells of a life. It's hard to know where it's all going, there are so many of us, so many competing narratives and imperatives. There's conflict and competition and sometimes cooperation too.

Maybe best to just keep our eyes peeled, our heads and hearts open, and let it all come down. There is a flow, a big, rushing flow of life, we are in it, of it, and swimming along with it. We know it will all end sometime, but we don't know what "the end," really means. Everything is energy. Everything is transformation. Everything is everything.

Saturday, May 22, 2021

Weird Math?

Some days, I
feel extremely lucky
also sometimes
not so lucky

it depends
on the day

I don't know 
why things work out
when they work out

I don't know 
why things don't work out
when they don't work out

Maybe some kind of 
weird math
or
strange alchemy

I think maybe
it's all about
vibes & chemistry
& barometric pressure
& expectations
& perceptions
& dreams & realities

& random access memories

Friday, May 21, 2021

Yes, Super-Precious...

News of a death
and deaths
near and far

a reminder
do we need 
another 
reminder
that life is 
super-precious

can't hold on
can't hold out
can't stop the
spinning of the 
planet

still need to do
the things we do

empty the dishwasher
brush our teeth
make our appointed rounds

better to
grab a sunbeam
inhale a flower
ride a cloud
hold the lightning
in our hearts

tears streaming
down

Thursday, May 20, 2021

Elevator Going Up!

A conversation on a sidewalk in my neighborhood yesterday afternoon. 

A Nice, Well-Dressed, Worldly, Sophisticated-looking Man, slightly older than I, looking me up and down, from head to toe, like a hungry cat sizing up a little birdie as it's next meal or plaything:

"I used to teach at the Art Institute. You are the kind of person I would often see in the elevator."

Me, lost in the funhouse of my own head, thinking to myself: "The Elevator Man?!"

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Funny Things...

It's funny. 

If you find yourself close to "the street," you are more grounded. Gravity holds. Paying attention to the little things: one step, one step, one step. I find that wearing heavy boots is helpful. Yes, since they are heavy, it takes a bit more effort walking around, but heavy boots give you a solid foundation. Less falling, tripping, twisting ankles. I can testify from "real-world" experience a good pair of boots is a solid investment.

It's funny. 

The lower you are on the totem pole, the closer to the ground, the less shit you have to put up with. I find that I can pretty much "be my own boss." Do what I want to do, and not do what I don't want to do. I work harder physically, in my low-level, low-paid occupation, but I do not have to suffer fools. I can earn an honest buck, and feel good about what I do without having to tolerate the intolerable.

It's funny. 

You have to have a bit of an "ego" to do pretty much anything. But to do anything really, really well, I think it's clear you need to "drop the ego." I think this holds in business, in creative pursuits, in relationships, etc. It's another one of those funny human things. To make a mark, you have to make a move, you must think you can do something, but then, the best of the best of the doing is when you find out it's not about you. You give yourself up to what you are doing.

It's funny.

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

A Wave...

She said to me: "Your body is a wave."

I replied: "Hmmm..."

She continued: "The wave is a gentle wave, it flows from side to side. It's inside you; moving depending on how you move."

I had never heard anything like that before, but it sounded true to me, true to my experience. I know my heart beats, and that my blood flows thru my arteries and veins. Sometimes I can feel the beat and the flow, sometimes I can feel and hear the thumping and the flowing. Sometimes I can't hear or feel, I'm listening to, and feeling, other things.

I know when I meditate I can minimize the wave, I can slow down the beat, I can control the flow. Those are times of rest, contemplation, grace and beauty. And then there are times I lose control. I'm like an electrified monkey; jumping around, flopping, slipping, sliding, sloshing around. I lose my bearings. It happens often out in the world, especially when confronted with other human beings.

I may not show it. But you know, as they say, "still waters run deep."

Monday, May 17, 2021

Sunday Communion...

Communion...

Sunday afternoon. Free. I put my super-cool, high-fidelity headphones, pop a CD into my Walkman, sprawl out on the bed, and let the music flow. It's almost a religious experience. Not just "listening to music," I am wrapping myself in the deep vibrations of a recording, submerging myself into another reality, a total sonic landscape. This is not entertainment. It is nourishment. Enlightenment.  Close-listening taken to the extreme. 

My choices seem significant to me. There is a story in the choices.

I started with Nick Cave and Bad Seeds' "Murder Ballads" (1996) Dark stuff. Gothic. I think of Edgar Allan Poe. Nick is a dark balladeer, reveling in the gruesome details of murder, betrayal, bad blood, bad acts, the conflicted human heart. Nick and band are having so much fun.

I fell asleep (how is that possible?), after the 3rd track, Nick's duet with PJ Harvey on "Henry Lee." I didn't wake up until the final song on the album, Dylan's "Death is Not the End:" 

"Oh, the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies"

There is a message there. It comes in loud and clear.

The next CD I put in the walkman was The Flaming Lips' "Embryonic" (2009). Weird. Unique. This records sounds like nothing else. A sprawling double-album, some kind of a stone-cold masterpiece. These Okie Freaks are on a journey of discovery, mining the weirdness for all its worth.

I stayed awake for the whole record. All the lyrics resonate. One of my favorites, "The Sparrow Looks Up at the Machine:"   

"What
What does it mean
To dream what you dream
To believe what you've seen?

Why
Why do we feel
To try to find real
Underneath a machine?

What
What does it mean
To dream what you dream
To believe what you've seen?

Why
Why do we feel
To try to find real
Just to meet the machine
To meet the machine" 

Sunday, May 16, 2021

Like the Clay People Emerging...

"Vaccine Hesitancy."

I Don't Understand It.

"Anti-Vax Sentiment."

Nope. Don't get that either.

Did you ever come down with Polio? Me neither. 

Polio Elimination in the United States. "Thanks to a successful vaccination program, the United States has been polio-free since 1979." That's just one good example of what a vaccine can do for the Human Herd. 

The last few days around my town there is a real feeling of optimism and sunshine. Seems most of the folks in my Progressive Blue Bubble are now fully vaxxed. Things are loosening & opening up. Folks are out and about, outdoor dining, hanging at the local micro-brewery, active on the paths and walkways. Folks have their masks handy, but now we are starting to feel confident and safe around other folks who have been vaccinated and we are letting our masks, and guards, down.

We are like the Clay People from the Valley of Desolation, emerging from our caves, emerging from the walls out into the sunlight. We have lately seen folks who we haven't seen in over a year. Amazing. Lots of smiles and tentative hugs. 

We know that the pandemic is not over. There will be spikes and there are malicious variants loose on the planet. We hope our Blue Bubble continues to be a safe bubble. We hope the rest of the Human Herd joins the Community of Immunity. It would be nice to leave Covid-19 behind and move forward into a Brave New Reality.

Saturday, May 15, 2021

Keeping Up With the Neighbors.

Folks flaunting their wealth. 

It is a thing. In our neighborhood, the closer you get to the lake, the bigger, more elaborate, gaudy and frankly mind-boggling are some of the residences. I've have been to a few, up close and personal. By no imaginative leap can I come up with a reasonable way that I could own and live in one of these places. Unimaginable wealth.

How can anyone afford some of these places? I have no idea.

Me and mine? Hell. We come from a long line of working stiffs.  Folks just trying to make it, day to day. Nothing to be ashamed of. My reality is about scraping by, paycheck to paycheck. Counting pennies. Slogging thru, and somehow, maintaining. Happy to have a roof over our heads and a good meal in our future.

We live in an incredibly wealthy neighborhood, but we are on the margins, marginal characters. We don't really belong here, we are lucky to be hangers on. Yesterday, I met a person who really, really wants to impress the neighbors. He's built an enormous place, he's a loud-talker, a "big man." No doubt.

It was funny. I  played the humble guy, just doing a job. The "big man" did his thing: flaunting, boasting, talking down the neighbors. So transparent. A bit silly. And pointless. It must be a full-time job just being the big man. Not for everyone. I am happy to walk the humble path.

Friday, May 14, 2021

Serpentine, You Lusty Old Goat!

The scriptwriters over here seem to be frantically working overtime. I thought the script was going one way, and well, there has been a late rewrite.  Funny. That is the way the story goes. Not sure if I am stuck in a rollicking comedy with tragic undertones, or a full-blown tragedy with comedic overtones. Or maybe something in between? A road-movie short on grand adventures, with no roads, no cars and lots of walking, talking, eating and kibitzing?

Two classic movie scenes resonate in my head this morning...

The first scene is from "The In-Laws" (1979), I see Peter Falk and Alan Arkin running thru a parking lot, seemingly evading an imagined sniper's bullets. I think it is Falk's CIA agent character who shouts: "Serpentine! Serpentine!"

Right. The crooked path. Sometimes it is the only way to survive.

The second scene is from "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre" (1948). One of the all time great movies. I see Walter Huston dancing around in the dust like a crazy, lusty, drunken old goat. He is laughing his ass off, because "the treasure," the gold that has been the deep obsession consuming the characters in the film for so long, thru greed, death and bad blood, has blown to the four winds. 

Sometimes the fragility and futility of the Human Thing is pretty damn funny.  Serpentine, you Lusty Old Goat! All that glitters is not gold.

Thursday, May 13, 2021

A Phrase...

You hear a phrase on the radio this a.m and you just can't shake it. You think, it defines pretty much our human condition. It's a bit ridiculous, frivolous, but super-pervasive and all-consuming.

"Whack a Mole:" "The term "Whac-a-mole" (or "Whack-a-mole") is used colloquially to depict a situation characterized by a series of repetitious and futile tasks, where the successful completion of one just yields another popping up elsewhere."

Right. "Repetitious and futile tasks." See the "Myth of Sisyphus." It's whack a mole all over the planet.  Roll that boulder, Mr. Sisyphus.

Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Stories...

We are left with stories. Stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves, and about others. It's really the only way to "make sense" of our lives. Everyone has a story. There is the grand over-arching narrative, and then, there are all the individual narratives. Billions, upon billions of narratives. Uncountable billions. Some of these stories fold into each other, some of them majorly conflict with each other. 

Every one of us has a story, and it always starts like this: "Once upon a time..."

Take it from there.

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Two-Headed Boy...

You realize...

History = Biography 
Biography = Psychology

It is all in our heads. And what a twisted web inside that deep, dark cavern. Yes, "people are tricky, no doubt." I should know, I am one of them.

This morning I awake with that Neutral Milk Hotel song "Two-Headed Boy" running thru my head. The singer, singing the song about a two-headed boy, is also a two-headed boy, and the listener, listening to the song is a two-headed boy too. 2 x 2 x 2 = Human Conundrum.

Two heads. Always of two (at least) minds. Twisted. Contradictory. Complicated.

Sure, it's a great song, a great record, "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea"(1998). One of the amazing records I have totally, madly & deeply delved into and lived with over the last year. A strange, wonderful, wild, raw and exhilarating blast of creativity. A shiny, spiky, uncommon beast. A carnival side-show of a record. A bit of a two-headed boy itself.


"Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed, now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
Two-headed boy
Put on Sunday shoes
And dance 'round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now, they just lay there in their climb
Two-headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio play just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating
And choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain't moving now, they just lay there in their climb
Two-headed boy
There's no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go"

- Jeff Mangum

Monday, May 10, 2021

What if you...

What if you don't...

... take the bait
... push the button
... react on a hair-trigger
... come back with a snappy answer
... rise to the fight


What if you do...

... still your mind
... right yourself
... take a deep breath
... count to ten
... be silent


Sometimes, maybe it is best to walk away. To swallow your pride. To be gentle, be kind, move on.

The a.m. soundtrack - "Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Piano Concertos I with Keith Jarrett, StuttGarter KammerOrchester, Denis Russell Davies" (1996) Beautiful. Powerful. Soothing. Enlightening. I don't play Classical music enough.  Perfect for a "melt-down" Monday. Maybe no melt-down today? Ease into the week.

Sunday, May 09, 2021

Supremely Extraordinary...

I play guitar but I don't really consider myself a "musician." I have often been paid to play, but I don't consider myself a "professional." I write songs, but I don't really consider myself a "songwriter." I sing but, really, come on, I'm not much of a "singer." I write, but not a "writer." I read and write poems, but not really a "poet."

So what am I doing? Creating. Conjuring. Trying to create a bit of magic. Do you believe in magic?

A couple of nighst ago (see previous post),  we were finally in a room with other musicians, getting back to being a band, playing music together. It's hard to talk about, hard to describe how amazing it is to create vibrations together, how healing that is, how important it is to our lives, how fulfilling it is to share that experience with others.

It's a little bubble, a sort of dream-state. A shared dream. We create and conjure. We listen to each other. We are playing songs together, but it's not really about the songs, the songs are just a vehicle, a platform, a launching pad, to get to something else.

It's not an ego thing. It's a drop your ego thing. You get in the room together and are trying to "transcend," to get to another state. To create a vibration that is bigger than any one individual. A collective energy. Our band is amazing. Fabulous musicians, they all listen, they take care to find their place in the spectrum of sound, no one is over-bearing, or trying too hard. Everyone just brings it.

So it's amazing how quickly we can transform the vibe of the room. It's emotional, it's spiritual, it's transcendental. Kind of trippy, hippy-dippy, really, and that's ok. It's what we do. What we love to do. We have really, totally, madly missed it. But now, we are back at it.

We do think it's important. So important, so essential. Certainly for us, those who are doing it, it is one of the essential reasons to be alive on the planet. And hopefully we can create a dream-bubble of possibility for others too. Who knows? Sometimes it flies, sometimes it doesn't, but when it does it is supremely extraordinary.

Saturday, May 08, 2021

The Upside of Being Fully Vaxxed...

Ha. We are fully vaxxed, and feeling positive about getting back to a few essential activities we haven't been able to do in over a year. 

The upside of being "super-covid-militant," is that we didn't get sick and die due to the global pandemic. The downside, we gave up most of our social activities. Probably the deepest, hardest cut: we gave up playing music with our band in rehearsals and out in the wider world.

Last night, we finally had a session at our rehearsal studio with a few other players. It was magnificent. We were all over-joyed to make a beautiful noise together. All of us vaxxed and breathing easily. So life-affirming. 

Funny. We lost one of our band members in the course of this pandemic, no, not to illness, but to the conspiracy-craziness rampant thru the human herd. One of our members refuses to be vaccinated. He rails about "Evil Big Pharma." Hilarious. Ridiculous. He is now a former member of our band. That's how it happens. Sometimes in just a blink of an eye.

It actually feels good to close that door. And funny enough, another door, another player magically appeared. Feels like a renewal of our band and music.

We also bumped up against another crazy person. Seems one of the other folks who occasionally uses the studio space is a full-blown Q-Anon nut job. She believes that the vaccine is a global plot, that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris are dead, and that body-doubles are running the government. Yikes. What can you say?

A mind is a terrible thing to waste. No doubt. So glad we are living in a certain reality where common sense, logic and gravity still exist. Plus, now we can play music once again with other musicians in a room together. Magnificent!

Friday, May 07, 2021

Turns...

You think it's all going one way, and then, another unanticipated turn. Yes. That's life. I haven't been able to plan or game it out. It seems to roll out according to its own whims or some strange, unknowable, internal logic. Although I am not one of those who believes the Universe needs to be logical. It is all some grand adventure, even when events of the day are not all that adventurous. That's life. It rolls out and what are you gonna do?

Thursday, May 06, 2021

The Golden Light...

Clear your space, find the calm center, let all your fears, worries, doubts, and uncertainties fall away, and you will find the world knocking at your door, everyone and their brother will be fighting to get in. Silence is golden, but the forces of babble and idiocy will contend for that precious golden light. It is a unique and powerful thing to possess.

It is easy to be the Wise Being meditating on the mountaintop, surrounded by the little birdies, under a big blue sky, with all the flora and fauna frolicking around. Sure, up there on the lonely mountaintop you can find peace and calm. But what about in the middle of the maelstrom? What about in the madding crowd, on the subway, in your day to day swirl and hurly, burly?

Finding peace, calm and the golden light in the middle of the chaos? That is the trick. Try that on for size sweet Pilgrim.

Wednesday, May 05, 2021

What Of...

What of the fools, the charlatans, the toxic, obnoxious blow-hards, the scalawags, the scumbags, the retro-grade thinkers, the conservative hooligans, the white-supremacist, brain-challenged, mouth-breathers, the naysayers, the assholes, the always pessimistic doomsayers, the dark cloud merchants, the cheaters, the liars, the evil-doers, the faux-patriots, the rabbit-hole gamers, the loony conspiracy-theory propagators, the disinformation experts, the propagandists, the holier-than-thou fake preachers, the holy-moly crowd, the low-rent televangelists, the unashamed raping, pillaging capitalists, the pretenders, the big-monkey-man dictators, the small-minded know-it-alls, the stupid ones, the climate-change deniers, the anti-science, anti-vax, anti-logic, anti-reason, anti-common-sense morons, the fast-food pillagers, the cheapskates, the scammers, the MAGA-Hatted creeps, the no-nothings-who-know-everything, the loud-talkers, the table-pounders, the talk-radio chatters, the brain-dead-talk-radio-listeners?

Plus... etc. I mean, well, (I know this isn't supreme empathy in action, but...) fuck... them... all...

Postscript: Ok, for those of you who ask, "Come on, Jimmy, can't you show a bit of empathy and compassion for these folks?"  I say, "Ha, ha!" 

I give you a paraphrase of a quote from that Revolutionary-for Love, that Rabble-Rousing Rabbi, that long-haired commune dweller, who liked to kibbutz & debauch on wine & sushi, with fishermen and prostitutes, that hard working fish and loaves monger: Jesus H. Christ...

"FORGIVE THEM LORD FOR THOSE cretinous human beings, full of lies, BLOATED egos, toxic bullshit, bad blood, and willful misdirection DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY DO..."

Tuesday, May 04, 2021

Words of Wisdom...

If my older self (me now) was giving advice to my younger self (me then), what would I say?

My hard-earned words of wisdom...

1. Do the hard things first. No sense putting things off. What is the hard thing you don't want to do? Do it. Do it first, when you have energy. Do it now. Get it over with. 
2. Do one thing at a time. Do not multi-task. It's a loser's game. Do one thing. Do it well. Concentrate. Focus. One thing now. Then move onto the next thing.
3. Do your chores. You can make doing chores a game. Make doing chores fun. Mopping the floor? Put on your favorite rock and roll CD on the box and rock out.
4. Learn how to type. This is a skill you will use often. Learn how to type without having to look down at the keyboard. It's amazing. You can do it. You can master it. Your fingers will fly over the keyboard. You will type amazing things. Really.
5. Reading. Learn to love to read. Totally empowering. Totally enriching. A superpower. It will transform your life. Builds character. Broadens your mind. Feeds your imagination and soul.
6. Meditate. Learn how to meditate. Doesn't matter what kind of meditation. TM, ZEN, Creative Visualization, Mantra. Sit quietly and breathe. Deeply. Do it every day. Make it a ritual. Find the calm center. The center of your being is a safe place. It is liberating.
7. Find the things you love to do. Do them. Lose yourself in the things you love to do. Doesn't really matter what those things are, as long as they are healthy, fun, life-affirming activities. Those are easy to find.
8. Choose your poisons carefully. I am thinking especially of drugging and drinking. Be super-careful. I'm not saying don't indulge, but just know that this is an incredibly slippery slope. The best indulgences: coffee, chocolate, frozen yogurt. Remember, fun isn't always what it's cracked up to be. You will find that clear consciousness and total clarity can be an incredibly rewarding high. 
9. Every step counts. Actually, not only every step, everything counts. Take care. Be humble. Understand that the world is a complicated place, and you don't know what you don't know. 
10. Laugh more. Fret less. You know, kind of like that Bobby McFerrin song: "Don't worry, be happy." Even though there is a Universe of worries,  and you will find yourself worrying, don't take it all so personally. Make the best of it. Laugh often. Really.  I mean it.

Monday, May 03, 2021

Vast Pools...

The Universe - Enormous. Ever-expanding. Contains everything.

Human Beings - Tiny. Temporary. A small slice of consciousness and being in the bigger pie of consciousness and being.

Fears, Worries, Doubts.  Do these feelings/emotions exist in the Universe, or in Human Beings only?

I mean, are fears, worries, and doubts generated by Humans? Do we project them onto the Universe? Or are we tapping into vast pools of emotion? Are we transmitters, or receivers? Or both? Or neither?

I want to know. I don't know. 

I started thinking that it would be cool to be able to drop the fear, the worry, the doubt, and just BE. Be alive, aware, awake armed with clear consciousness. To perceive, to wonder, to act clearly, and cleanly with out any "hitch in our giddy-up." I know it's a Zen idea, but what if we can know and do for real, all the time, in the moments of our lives?

If there is a vast pool of fear, maybe better to drop the fear?
If there is a vast pool of worry, maybe better drop the worry?
If there is a vast pool of doubt, maybe better to drop the doubt?

The Universe just is.  Maybe we can act as if we are too?

Sunday, May 02, 2021

A Tenative Step into a Post-Covid Reality...

Yesterday. Sunny & warm. 

We took what seemed like an important, significant, and tentative step into a post-covid reality. We rented a car and drove out to visit family, you know the people we grew up with, have shared large swaths of experience with; flesh of our flesh, blood of our blood. We are all unique individuals now, with separate lives. We've been away from each other for a long time due to the anxiety-fueled ordeal of the global pandemic lockdown.

Five of us gathered together. All of us vaxxed and healthy. We celebrated that fact with a pizza party and an outdoor music jamboree. We were able to hug, and touch, and high-five and pull down our masks and smile. So liberating. So much fun. There was a palpable joy in the air. A bubble of love surrounded us. The pizza was phenomenal,  playing music was engaging and enriching.

It is amazing what we take for granted. Sometimes you have to lose, or be denied, something to really, really appreciate it. So, yes, just to be together was pretty amazing. Joyous. It was long, fruitful day. Unlike many of our days over this last year. Special. Different. Life-affirming. Post-covid. I highly recommend it: a simple, easy to get vaccine is life-changing at a truly fundamental level. Definitely worth it.

Saturday, May 01, 2021

Oh Humans... Please Do Better...

Yes. It's true. "The Most Dangerous Animal in the World." 
We are those "clever monkeys" who think they have it all figured out. A "tricky" species, no doubt, capable of tremendous creativity & love and also maximum bad will, destruction and stupidity.

A little humility would be nice. A little benevolent caretaking over all flora, fauna, all the pretty creatures, would be good. We are on the precipice of complete destruction of the interconnected web of life that nurtures and supports our existence. It would be such a waste of a species if we continue down the path of total eco-murder. 

Come on Humans. We can do so much better...


Friday, April 30, 2021

Do it Fully...

Turns out I was correct. There is so much to worry about, might as well not worry about anything. Yes. Easier said than done. It's up to us to do what we will do. Hopefully, we do everything we do with all we have: heart, head, soul. Taking a running jump into the sea and damn the torpedos.  That's the best way to live, to do it fully, with clarity and intention.

So we run the Universe. It seems like it only runs one way, but every moment is a pivot point, every decision is decisive. Our lives, our decisions hang in the air, in the moment, and we rely upon probabilities and random chance.  Which way will the cookie crumble? Sometimes it all feels like destiny & fate.

So my favorite saying lately: "Whatever is gonna happen, is gonna happen. Whatever isn't gonna happen, isn't gonna happen."

And that's OK. I mean, basically, it has to be. And why not?

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Still Wildly Happy...

100 days of Joe Biden's Presidency...

I am still wildly happy. My two favorite words every morning when I click on the radio: "President Biden."

Is he a prophet, a savior picked by the hand of God to cash us in and redeem all of our sins? No. He's just a Human Being. Just a guy. A long-time politician. A long-time public servant. A man who knows policy & issues, and how to get things through the gears and levers of government.

A compassionate, passionate, empathic human. Smart, experienced, competent, honest.

I do think he is the perfect human being for our present moment. His experience in Congress and as Obama's VP for 8 years uniquely qualifies him to be one of the most transformative and successful Presidents in the country's history.

Really. 

That's my take from my progressive blue bubble. Good news. Yes. The good news is Biden is doing the good work. He is surrounding himself with a great team of people willing to roll up their sleeves and do the essential things. Re-building America. A Green New Deal. Lift up the middle class. Do a little creative re-distribution of wealth. Strengthen the safety net for Americans. Promote a more equal, just and racially-inclusive country. 

A big menu. A grand buffet of Democratic ideas. This all can happen. I do believe. Go Joe.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Tough Job...

"Maximize empathy for all living things." I heard someone on the radio speak that sentence. Nice sentiment. A worthy goal. A way to try to live. Maybe our job is to not "try," but do? Maybe easier said than done?

I am aligned with the sentiment. Empathy for all seems like a smart, soulful, loving choice. I usually, or let's say primarily try to live that way. I cultivate my empathy for life and living things. Of course, it's a bit tricky and not easy, and often a challenge. What of the horrors, what of the assholes, what of the killers, the evil ones, the "bad people?" Or, you know, the people who do bad things. Often.

What of those who inflict suffering on others? 

It's a conundrum. My strategy, and I'm not saying it's a good one, I practice avoidance. You know walk away. Shut down. Cut off. Eliminate those people and those situations which are so clearly anti-life and anti-human. Get out of the way. Move on.

How to show empathy & compassion for someone who has no empathy or compassion? How to, (I almost hate to bring him up), do that "Jesus thing," and "Love thine enemies."

Fuck. That's a hard nut to crack. I find it easier to love nature, love all the pretty little creatures. Human Beings are another thing altogether. What a tricky species: complicated, complex, contrary, contradictory, mean, selfish, willfully ignorant, hateful, horrifying, cruel. Capable of great love and empathy AND intense hate and cruelty. 

It is hard to find empathy for the hateful and the cruel. Really. I mean it.

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

From Your Dark Cave...

Optimism. 

It comes with the Spring, with the sunshine, with the blue sky, with the warmth; the flowers blooming, the birds chirping, the green shoots shooting. The days are a slightly more gentle; meeting and caressing you as you emerge from your dark cave.

You greet folks on the street. Some of these folks you haven't seen in a very long pandemic time. Tentative, expectant smiles. Eyes sparkling. A decided lightness in the air. Maybe better days ahead? 

What if just taking in a breath is no longer an existential danger, or it's at least a precipitously declining risk? That would be a new thing, again.

Monday, April 26, 2021

Days...

The days are weird. The days our ours. We own them. We ride them. We surf them. We experience them. They ride over us. They plow us under. We emerge, or submerge, or diverge, to and from the days. They are variable. They are blend-able. They are sneaky. They sneak up on you. They clobber you over the head. They can pass you by, as if you are invisible. 

These are your days. You only have so many of them. The more you have behind you, the less you have in front of you. That seems to be a fact. Better not to count. Better to just be in the day. As fully as you can. Let each day come, don't judge them. Greet them. Embrace them. Experience them. 

Days. Right. These are the days. No doubt. 

Sunday, April 25, 2021

"A toe-tapping white guy."

"A toe-tapping white guy."

Not exactly how I would describe myself, but those words came to me in my sleep last night, so I feel I must at least mull them over, and consider them, I mean, if the shoe fits. I do listen to, and play, and think about music, all the time. I do have a good sense of time. I can keep a beat. Just like Yo-Yo Ma I do consider music  to be my "spiritual practice." I mean, otherwise, I am nothing like Yo-Yo Ma. He was a child prodigy, brought up to be a musician, he decided at 2 1/2 that the violin was not for him. He settled on the double-bass at age 4 as his instrument of choice. He became one of the greatest cellists in the history of cellists.

Me? A toe-tapping white guy.

Music is my religion. I started playing guitar at around 12 years old. I am a long-time strummer. But you know, I've also done a lot of wandering around, feeling my way in the dark, sometimes put the guitar away in a closet and didn't touch it. For many years I had no clue. What was I going to do with my life? Where was the meaning and purpose? Who was I? Where was I going? Lots of uncertainty.

Later I settled on theater, acting, writing, directing. And then, my partner and I worked music into our theater pieces, and that totally re-lit the flame. Music, playing guitar, singing, writing songs, became a mission, a purpose, a meaning, a practice, a way of life. It's been that way pretty much ever since. Bands. Band practice. Intense song-writing sessions. Playing, to always be playing, is the thing.

And listening. Listening to music for me is a transcendental, mystical experience. I don't just listen to records, I absorb them, sink into them, totally lose myself into them. It's a powerful, rewarding, exciting, never-ending inspiration. Lately, I commune with sounds by putting on my super-cool headphones and get horizontal and let the music wash over me. Dare I say it, it brings me closer to god, or you know, a god-like state of mind. Vibrations. Sounds. I do think those sound-waves change your brain-chemistry. They can transport you, change you. It's just the best thing, it's a religion, whether you tap your toe or not.

Saturday, April 24, 2021

Outrage and B.S.

Yes. Well. My "Outrage Meter," was on overload for the last four years (see the Toxic Clown Prez), every day was a challenge, an insult, an outrage and a god-smacking display of stupidity, criminality, and outright nihilism. American Kleptocrat in action! Thank goodness the Toxic, Gaseous Dirigible has been retired to Mar a Lago.

Turns out my "Bullshit Detector" is now super-sensitive. Any little whiff of B.S. near or far, and I am on heightened alert. My tolerance for lies, or equivocations, or bad blood, or stupid acts, or the GOP's recalcitrance and obstruction is nil. The GOP's embrace of white supremacy and mob violence is just the latest undeniable revelation. No hiding now for those small-minded, soulless scoundrels.

Joe Biden and the Democrats must stand and deliver for America. They must demonstrate that Democracy works, even if the other party has devolved into a pathetic display of Nihilistic Political Performance Art.  Fuck them all. We have bigger fish to fry. Bigger issues to deal with. We need to work on solutions.

Better days ahead. If we do the good work.

Friday, April 23, 2021

A Numbers Game...

Yesterday was eventful. We rented a car and I took my long-time companion for her 2nd jab, she got the Pfizer vaccine, out at an abandoned K-Mart in the Western suburbs, a defunct store now fully operational as a vaccination site run by the U.S. Army. It was busy place, with lots of folks streaming in and out. Inside there were long, snaking lines, and about 30 or so vaxx stations dispensing the magic elixir. 

A pretty impressive operation. U.S. Army Medics doing the good work.

The science tells us my friend will be at peak immunity from Covid-19 in 2 weeks. So a huge step forward toward the community of immunity in this household. It's been a long, strange, journey, indeed. We do feel like we have put the fear of Covid-19 behind us. There are still clouds of death and disease hovering over the human herd. 

We hear crazy-ass stories of some folks in deep denial and resistance to the vaccine. Mind-boggling. Human Beings are tricky. And it's clear that some of us are committed to being uncooperative, irresponsible assholes, putting everyone else at risk. You hope the non-assholes outnumber the assholes. It is sort of numbers game now.

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Funny Sentences...

A couple of supremely improbable sentences I have found myself speaking out-loud lately...

"I am not your monkey!"

AND

"I am not a Hobo!"

But, you know, truth be told, when I get hyped up, I can find myself doing monkey-like things, and I do have some Hobo-like tendencies. And now that I think about it, I  once portrayed a Hobo in a soup kitchen scene on the TV show "The Untouchables."

So, I mean, who am I fooling?

Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Social Justice for All...

"Social Justice for all."

Is it possible? Certainly a worthy goal. We should strive to make the country fair and free for all. We should strive to treat all human beings with dignity and respect. We should demand that the law be applied equally and fairly across the country. We should value every human being. 

We live in a brutal, politically & racially-divided country. It's the ugly reality of our lives. No doubt. Can we transcend our differences? Can we drop the hate and division? Can we realize a "more perfect union?" It is the good work. It is worth putting our heads together and giving it a go. No doubt. 

I recently filled out some paperwork. I had to check a box about RACE. I ended up checking "WHITE," but I wanted to check "OTHER," or fill in the blank with "HUMAN BEING."

At best I am a Heinz 57 mix of all kinds of threads from the Human tribe. I don't identify as "WHITE," no, I identify myself as a Citizen of the World, a Human Being. I am merely like every other Human Being on the planet. No better. No worse. The same.

I do know my "WHITENESS" gives me a privileged position in this society, this culture, this country. I reject that. I am ashamed of that. I didn't ask for it. That privilege is a problem. Some how, some way we need to get past that shit.

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Yeah, Mystery, Right...

I have no problem embracing the mystery at the heart of all things. I don't think it's a cop-out. I do think we are here to see, to observe, to gaze, to wonder, to try to figure things out, but at the same time, it's ok, maybe even essential, to admit that all our knowledge is partial, incomplete, often up for revision.  It's ok to change our minds, to sift thru the evidence and to rarely come to final conclusions. We live in a lively, morphing, overwhelming Universe. We are limited by our senses and by our malleable and fallible brains. We have some great tools at our disposal, we have achieved some great things as a species, but it's all fungible, erasable, kind of paltry in the grand scheme of things. Yeah, mystery, right.

Monday, April 19, 2021

Act Together As a Species?

Pandemic fatigue? 

Yes, sure. I am fully vaxxed, my companion gets her 2nd jab this Thursday, so we are doing are part to get beyond this Covid-19 nightmare, but we do know there is no "normal" to get back to, and we know that there has been a psychic toll dealing with what we are all dealing with. We are feeling a bit stressed, and tired from over a year of heightened fear and vigilance. Weird times for sure.

The dark clouds are parting a bit, there is light breaking thru. Sleeping a bit better lately. Hoping everyone can get on-board with this vaccine idea. It would be so good to see the human population reach herd immunity on the planet. Is it possible? Sure. It's really up to us. Do we want to be responsible, healthy, smart? Can we act together as a species? This is a pretty good test. Do we pass, do we fail? I guess we shall see.

Sunday, April 18, 2021

The Boss Calls the Tune...



I love this photo from the inside booklet. The old guys are in charge. The Boss is calling the tune, the old hands are at the mixing board. It's sort of like the Wild Bunch, hitting the trail, girding for another battle with their demons.

There is something reassuring about having an opportunity to listen to a new a record, "Letter to You" (2020), by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. These old-timers have been doing it for a long, long time. There is a continuity, even though the years have rushed by, and what Bruce is singing about today, isn't quite the same as what he was singing about as a young man. 

There is still fire and beauty, and powerful rock & roll in the grooves. 

The Boss always lays it all on the line. Every record. No doubt. And no other band quite sounds like the E Street Band. Interlocking guitars (Bruce, Nils Lofgren, Steve Van Zandt), Gary Talent on bass, Roy Bittan Piano, Max Weinberg on drums, Clarence Clemons' son Jake on Sax, Patti Scialfa on background vocals, Charile Giordano organ. A layered, complex, undeniable, indelible sound. And there is a joy in the listening. It's not breaking any new ground. Well-constructed rock & roll played with heart and soul. Bruce is singing about death, loss, time passing. Songs that reflect the years. You know, he is writing about a time when people still wrote and read letters. Lots of ghosts across these tracks. Ghosts hang over everything. It's a joy, a pleasure, a conjuring, it's all a bit reassuring.  

Rock & Roll. It saved Bruce, changed his life. R&R changed my life too.

Saturday, April 17, 2021

America We Have A Problem...

America we have a people problem. A gun problem. A people with guns problem. A racism problem. A cop problem. A mass shooting problem. 

Our culture of guns and death is a plague and epidemic. The "othering" of human beings is a blight and a scourge. Hoarding guns is a mental health problem. It is total madness that we allow weapons of mass destruction to be sold, owned and used with impunity on the streets and by-ways of our beloved country. It is madness that the GOP wants to make it harder for folks to vote, than it is to purchase weapons of mass murder. What a disgusting abdication of responsibility to our country.

And how to reform our police forces around the country to prevent cops from shooting down "young folks and people of color?" Come on Humans we can, and we must, do better.


Friday, April 16, 2021

Liberation Day!

Liberation Day.

Eureka!

This morning I feel like I was just let out of jail. No. I mean, shite, that's overly dramatic. I was an extra  on a movie shoot once, ("Natural Born Killers"),  I played a Prison Guard, a Prisoner and a Dead Guy with a massive shotgun wound in the chest, which made lunch quite messy and weird; movie blood? Kayro Syrup!  

I went to Joliet Prison for about 10 days,  and even though I could leave at the end of each day's shoot, I really soaked in the total degradation, hopelessness, and brutal, dehumanizing reality of Jail in America, and well, I don't recommend it to anyone, so when I say I "feel like I was just let out of jail,"  I am being overly dramatic and speaking "metaphorically," I am referring to a mental state, a prison of my own mind, not the same thing as that brutal degrading institution we have created for human beings to sit and rot.

There have been two major black clouds looming over me the last 6 months or so. Sorry, I can't get into details, but both involved $, disagreements, status, and my place in the world, and they really set me back, left me hanging by a thread, led to sleepless nights and uncounted worries. Yikes. I realized I was stressed and worried even when I didn't feel stressed and worried.

But, you know, I forged ahead. I made a few snap decisions, I took the initiative, made a move, tried to resolve things, I "made something," happen. Which is a tricky thing. Sometimes it's the worst thing you can do, making a bad situation worse. It's certainly not ZEN. Or maybe it is ZEN? Act when it feels right, take action, and see what happens. Don't just "watch the river flow," sometimes you have to get wet, jump in, see where the river goes. You know, Damn the Torpedos. 

Anyway, this morning I find that both situations have been resolved, both black clouds have lifted. I am FREE! Wow. I mean, I feel renewed, reborn, rejuvenated. Maybe sometimes something bad has to happen so that when something good happens you really, really, really appreciate it? I don't know...

But it's Liberation Friday around here.

Thursday, April 15, 2021

Life. Bite-Sized.

Then you are left with the "tasks at hand."  It is a way of grounding yourself. You shrink the Universe into bite-size bits. You realize you can't solve all the problems in the world. You can't worry about everything. You have to trust that things will somehow work out. You have to give yourself space to live.

You take longs walks. One foot in front of the other. You have "cleanup time," at home; sweep, mop, dust, polish, put things back in their right place. You listen to the news on NPR a bit less, you play good, life-enriching music a bit more, including great records by : Richard Thompson, Stevie Wonder, The Trees, Fairport Convention. 

You meditate. You tell yourself to chill out! You eat a fabulous meal of spaghetti with zucchini and black olives. Yum. You watch Wes Anderson's "Isle of Dogs." So good. Healing. Funny. Sweet. Gorgeous. Canine! You crack a new book about the Talking Heads. You hit the pillow, happy, tired, and ready for a few sweet dreams. You think to yourself, "that was a good day." 

Life. Bite-sized.

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Bromides...

Finally. You turn to "bromides" from other minds, great and small. What is a bromide? "A phrase, cliche, or platitude that is trite or unoriginal." You know, like a simple, undeniable truth. I remember reading David Foster Wallace, and he pointed out that those cliches bandied about in rehab & recovery, those insipid words that are often found on Hallmark cards, are actually useful tools in living our lives. For instance: "Fake it to make it." Or "One day at a time." And "This too shall pass." Words that can save a life, no doubt.

"I have always relied on the kindness of strangers." Blanche Dubois, Streetcar Named Desire.

Yes, Blanche, haven't we all. I mean, isn't that what civil society is? What civilization means?


Right. Sounds sappy. Too easy. But WTF, isn't that what it's all about? I mean we have a shit-ton to worry about every day, but why worry ourselves sick? We are here to live. Live and be happy. It's worth giving it a try.

"Run to daylight." Vince Lombardi 

He was talking about football, what's a running back with a football in his hands supposed to do? But you know, I find that one useful from that great Coach. Daylight. Run to the light. Yes, of course. Never forget the light.

"I never promised you a Rose Garden." - Hannah Green

Right. We are here to make it. Plant your own roses. Cultivate them. Feed and water them. Tend to your own garden my friend. Make that promise to yourself.

"When the going gets tough, the tough get going." - Vince Lombardi

Back to the Coach. This one used to drive me mad. But it's true. There will be tough-going ahead. No doubt. It's just nature of our existence. You don't want to be too tough, but tough enough. You don't want to grow rigid, fixed in your ways, too hard, or callous to the beauty of the world. But you do want to be disciplined, mentally tough enough to keep going. To always be moving, morphing, growing. That's a life worth living.

Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Sometimes You Just Have to Dig...

No way around the mountain. The mountain of pain, the mountain of doubt, the mountain of bad blood. So you dig. You grab your shovel and you start digging. You may dig for a long, long time. You don't know. No one knows. There is no formula, no guidebook, no expert advice. You are on your own. You could give up, give in, throw in the towel. But hell, you only get one chance, unless you believe in reincarnation, so you dig. Maybe you hit gold, maybe you strike oil, maybe you just end up with a pile of dirt and blisters on your hands.  Damn the torpedos. You will get through the mountain, you will get to the other side. At least that's what you tell yourself. Do you still listen to yourself? Dig.

Monday, April 12, 2021

Weird Dichotomy...

I guess one of the things we are here to do, is to be ourselves, to discover who we are, and to be that as fully as we can possibly be, as honestly and soulfully as we can. It seems like it shouldn't be that hard, but it is; we are a moving target, our bodies are changing, we grow, we fade, we dance, we shimmer, & the world is a roiling mess, everything is always moving, morphing, cycling.

So, yes, we are on a journey of self-discovery, but at the same time, we must realize, if we don't want to spend our time on Earth being an egotistic asshole, that we are not the center of the Universe. You know, even though we are important to ourselves, unique beings here for a brief time, we are not that important in the grand scheme of things. We are a teeny, tiny energy in a Universe of energy.

We live in the midst of a weird dichotomy: Everything is Holy, Life is Cheap...

Live with that, Baby. So yes, we are here to be, to be the best we can be, without getting all uppity about it. You know be like a stone, a leaf, a wave, a ripple, a cloud, a spoke, a glimmer of light in the eyes of a child. Know it. Be it.

Sunday, April 11, 2021

Intuition & Gut Instinct...

Ha, ha, ha...

Oh man. I can't even listen to, or take, my own advice (see previous post). Facing a difficult situation, I was wrestling with myself yesterday morning. The previous post was basically me, giving myself a pep talk to just shut up. To wait and see what was to transpire. To let a situation somehow resolve itself. 

Nope. Funny. I just could not do it. True to form, I had to jump directly into harm's way, head straight into danger, damn the torpedos, wade in with both feet, blood flying.

I wanted to be ZEN. My head was telling me I should chill out. Let it flow. Be silent. But I just could not do it. My intuition, my gut instinct demanded that I do something, that I "make something happen."

I wonder what's next? 

I either made a major blunder, or who knows, maybe I moved the football up a few yards? Sorry for the vagueness, the lack of specifics, but basically this is about a situation that has loomed over me the last few months. A problem that just seems to resist any kind of sensible solution or resolution.

I went in mental guns blazing. I'm either a hero or a fool. 

I guess we shall see.

Saturday, April 10, 2021

The Hard Stuff...

This is hard for me...

To not speak my mind
To hold my tongue
To be silent
To not jump to conclusions
To still my raging, warring mind
To not immediately react
To let it go
To let it ride
To go with the flow
To admit I'm not in control
To not try to fix things
To not try to make things right
To not impose myself into the situation
To remind myself that sometimes patience is required
To not listen to the clock's tick, tick, tick
To figure things will work out, one way or another
To accept that what happens is what happens
To not just know ZEN, but to be ZEN

Friday, April 09, 2021

Witnesses...

Clarity. Clear-seeing. A worthy goal. We live in the middle of the maelstrom. There is the murk, the muck, the always morphing, hurly-burly of existence. The human realm is such a muddy puddle.

If we are anything, we are witnesses to the unfolding of the Universe. We are bound and bookended by the immensities of time & space.

It is all a bit daunting. There are no certainties in this realm. Sometimes you can't even trust your eyes, or your senses five. We are at sea, floating in a boiling, roiling vastness without anything to hold onto.

Humbling. No doubt. Looking for clarity. It's a bit like hunting for a needle in a haystack. I mean, even that may be an easier lift.

Thursday, April 08, 2021

Music in Our Kit-Bag of Tricks...

There is a character in Roberto Bolano's great, epic novel "2666" who talks about how music is the "fourth dimension." That totally resonates with me. All musical expression, from the most insipid to the most beautiful & gorgeous is a vehicle of transformation. Whether just listening*, or composing/creating, or playing, music is one of my go-to sources of transcendence. 

It is funny. Much of my life has been trying my best to "be here now." But at the same time, I have always been on the hunt for transcendence. I have had a few life-defining instances where I have glimpsed another realm, a realm where everything is connected, everything is holy, everything is everything. It's hard to write or talk about. The experience can't really be contained or explained.

But I have been there. And I know there are paths to get there. I believe this is just another human thing. Something that I am working thru, like a blindman in the dark. Music; another tool in our kit-bag of tricks that we employ to make it thru this life without going mad, or giving up, or turning into a cold, life-less lump of coal.

*For instance, while I am writing this post, I am listening to "Buena Vista Social Club," (1997) and I am instantly transported to Havana, Cuba with Ry Cooder and an incredible group of Cuban musicians. Vivid. Gorgeous. Beautifully performed and recorded. Another time and place. Humans creating fabulous music together, so rich, and life-affirming. The fourth dimension of transcendence...

Wednesday, April 07, 2021

My Body is a Battlefield...

So, yeah, I was injected (twice) with the Moderna Vaccine over the last four weeks. My 2nd shot was on Good Friday 2021 (see last 5 posts). I had a bit of a reaction, but, then, I bounced, and now feel pretty much better than ever. You know, a new man!

What's going on in my body? The CDC explains:

A Closer Look at How COVID-19 mRNA Vaccines Work

COVID-19 mRNA vaccines give instructions for our cells to make a harmless piece of what is called the “spike protein.” The spike protein is found on the surface of the virus that causes COVID-19.

COVID-19 mRNA vaccines are given in the upper arm muscle. Once the instructions (mRNA) are inside the immune cells, the cells use them to make the protein piece. After the protein piece is made, the cell breaks down the instructions and gets rid of them.

Next, the cell displays the protein piece on its surface. Our immune systems recognize that the protein doesn’t belong there and begin building an immune response and making antibodies, like what happens in natural infection against COVID-19.

At the end of the process, our bodies have learned how to protect against future infection. The benefit of mRNA vaccines, like all vaccines, is those vaccinated gain this protection without ever having to risk the serious consequences of getting sick with COVID-19.

So, you know, my body is ready to defend against Covid-19. That's exciting. What a wild world. Isn't Science amazing?

This morning I feel super-sensitive to the hurly-burly, the roiling chaos of being human. Kind of emotional, expectant, hoping for the best. The human story is quite the convoluted saga. Ups and Downs. Joys and Horrors. We bump along into the Future. Glad to still be around. I am hoping my fellow humans will join the ranks of the VAXXED. What if we could put Covid-19 behind us? There is a Universe of "problems" we need to tackle, maybe we could cross that virus off the list of concerns? Here's hoping.

Tuesday, April 06, 2021

Community of Immunity...

Yes. There is life after your 2nd Moderna vaccine shot. I am here to testify, to tell the tale (see previous 4 posts). Feeling alive, lively, renewed, & refreshed this a.m. A new man. I am one of many who now have been fully vaccinated* (*actually, that's incorrect and a bit optimistic, I am on the road to fully-vaccinated, the CDC says two weeks after the 2nd shot you are full metal jacket!), against the Covid-19 virus. It seems significant, and in a small way, sort of momentous. A bit strange too. 

The last year has been a long, hunkered-down waiting game, we were doing our best to avoid infection, hoping to get to the vaccine before we got sick. We are not geniuses, we didn't do anything super-human, we just listened to the experts, we trusted the science, and the medical community. We were lucky too. Lucky to be able to hunker down and somehow defy gravity. We made it financially (all just smoke & mirrors, luck & pluck).We trusted the concept of vaccinations, we tuned out the naysayers, the disinformation, the noise and all the idiocy.

We are no longer part of the problem of the pandemic, we are in the ranks of the solution. The new community of immunity.  

We are god-smacked that anyone is resisting, or in denial, or actively spreading lies about vaccines & science.  It seems incredible folks can ignore so much death and sickness. Folks who lack imagination, who refuse to face the reality staring them dead in the eyes.

What is it that is blinding folks? Religion. Politics. Idiocy. Madness. I mean, how stupid can stupid be? Pretty damn stupid. 

So this is all a double-lesson. 

On the one hand: Human beings are incredibly resourceful, resilient, intelligent, caring, hopeful, willing to roll their sleeves up to join together, to face a crisis, to work for a common goal, to meet the challenge of a world-wide threat from a deadly, contagious, virus.

On the other hand: Human Beings can be so willfully blind, selfish, ignorant, uncaring, cynical, unwilling to lift a finger to protect others, lazy, unwilling to see the truth threatening their own life and their own pursuit of happiness.

What is it to be a Human Being? Such a strange, contradictory, tricky, unreliable and unpredictable creature. 

Monday, April 05, 2021

Reclaiming Your Mojo...

Mojo  (a quality that atracts people to you and makes you successful and full of energy), is a funny thing. Just like all the important things in life, it's invisible; you can't put your finger on it, you don't know how it works, or really, whether it even exists. Muddy Waters sang about it: "I got my mojo working, but it just don't work on you."

You know, it's a magical power, animating, essential. You can live without it, but your life will be much more drab, one-dimensional, and less fulfilling. 

So how to rebuild your mojo? Not exactly sure. It's possible it just evaporates from you, or descends upon you based on its own internal logic. Sort of like a rainstorm or a sunny day.

I think these may be things that helped me regain a bit of my mojo yesterday in the wake of my 2nd Moderna dose journey (see last 2 previous posts)...

Blue sky
Sunshine
Long, rambling walk on the lakefront
Good meal
Lazy afternoon on the couch
Fabulous music washing over me (Dylan's 2 stone-cold masterpiece recordings: "Highway 61 Revisited" (1965), "Blonde on Blonde" (1966) & Sigur Ros' "Kveikur" (2013)... the sound of a metallic glacier slowly melting...)
Hot tea (garlic, honey, ginger)
Early to bed

And this a.m. the coffee brew is "Mind, Body, Soul." The soundtrack is Miles Davis A Tribute to Jack Johnson (1971). My guess, these are major mojo-rebuilders. The coffee bean has major energizing abilities. And, of course, you want to expose yourself to human beings who definitely have major mojo, and you hope that some of it rubs off on you. Can't do worse than Dylan, Sigur Ros, Miles Davis, Jack Johnson. Really. I mean it.

Sunday, April 04, 2021

Moderna Journey...

My Moderna Dose 2 Journey...

Friday (see previous post) I got my second dose, and I was feeling fine. No, I was feeling more than fine, euphoric. I was like a multi-colored box-kite flying high in a blue sky. The black cloud of Covid had lifted and all was right with the world. Amazing. Thrilling

Yesterday it was crash and burn. My immune system kicked in, reacted to the dose, and I was laid out on the couch with a full-blown, one-day flu: fever, chills, achy-ness, mojo-deficit. Seems immunity comes with a price tag. Totally worth it. No doubt.

This a.m. I am back with the living. Fever, chills, achy-ness gone. Working on recharging my mojo. I do feel renewed. Flying high, hitting bottom, emerging to face a new day, a new reality. Funny, it's Easter Sunday... roll away the stone, he is risen...

Saturday, April 03, 2021

Turns Out It Was a Good Friday...

Turns out my "Good Friday, " really was good. It was touch and go, for awhile, I wasn't sure if my vaccine appointment was set or not, but found out that my 2nd Dose Shot for the Moderna vaccine was waiting for me at Walgreens yesterday afternoon. Somehow I slipped around the system, and Pharmacist Joe fixed me up.

I was the only one in the store waiting for a VAXX. I was accompanied by my longtime love and companion, who had gotten her first Pfizer shot the day before. Seems more momentous & wonderful and life-affirming than I realized. Didn't feel the needle, it took a minute, and I was back on the road fortified with the Moderna. Hat-Tip to my younger sister for setting it all up, and to Dolly Parton for contributing to the development of the vaccine, and to the Biden administration for taking the virus, and vaccine distribution, seriously.

Amazing. I did feel microscopic waves of euphoria. 

So, so happy. It's been a long year of lock-down. My companion and I have done everything the experts have told us to do: physical/social distancing, frequent hand-washing, staying home, masking (never went out once in the last year without wearing a mask), avoiding bars & restaurants, avoiding crowds of people, eating well, sleeping well, hoping to avoid getting sick with covid. I think we were amazingly lucky too.  It's such a contagious, deadly virus, some folks were just "in the wrong place, at the wrong time." Somehow, we avoided that fate.

We just tried to be smart. Listened to the science, listened to the medical community, listened to other intelligent beings who shared their knowledge. We studied the charts, we read up on the virus, and the vaccines and other treatments. We pretty much became self-taught, amateur virologists. 

So anyway. Everything changed yesterday. The Covid Cloud of Doom & Death sort of lifted a bit. On the other hand, nothing changes. We will stay vigilant: wear masks, keep our exposure to other folks limited. For this to work, most of us will need to get vaccinated. It seems like the smart way forward.

Unfortunately, there are the toxic knuckleheads amongst us. Those folks who pretend that the virus is a hoax, some grand plot, and those folks shooting bleach into their lungs, and living in deep, ignorant denial. Not sure what happens if 30% of the USA refuses to get vaccinated. This story has legs. Surges and spikes could be coming. Stay tuned.

But, still, we have joined the ranks of the VAXXED. Hoping for better days. There are glimmers of light all around us!

Friday, April 02, 2021

Good Friday 2021...

Ha. Another "significant day." When I hear "Good Friday," in the year 2021, I am immediately transported to Catholic grade school. There was always an elaborate ritual enacted on that Friday. A special service taking us thru the stations of the cross. Very weird. Pretty vivid. I now think back to my young, impressionable state, and wonder, WTF?

Never understood why they called it "Good" Friday. Seemed all pretty much a bad scene, especially for Jesus. It wasn't great for us either. Sitting, kneeling, standing, watching the Priest waving the canister of incense, and stopping under pictures of the mayhem. Checking off the stations. We were told we were  responsible for these horrors. Yikes.

Images seared into my consciousness. Poor Jesus. He was treated so badly. We were told it was "good news," but it was hard to believe. I do remember wondering: if humans would treat a guy like Jesus so cruelly, what's in store for the rest of us?

This morning, spinning madly, spiraling away from those grade school days. The day doesn't mean what it used to mean. I rarely enter a church. I let all that shit go. All that remains is the theater of it all, the pomp and circumstance. And this pesky residue in my head. Can't erase that, and of course, it's all part of me, of who I am. Building blocks of a personality.

Now, I know, whatever was in store for Jesus, is pretty much in store for all of us. The luck of the draw: happy & relatively unscathed, or unhappy & totally destroyed. We kind of hang between the two fates, we get to experience both, a little more of one or the other determines the balance of a life. We are always left wondering, what's next?

Thursday, April 01, 2021

Universal Joker...

Ha! April 1st, 2021.  April Fools Day.

Yes, and well, folks, the joke is on us. Let us, for a minute, just for "shits and giggles," propose that there is a Creator, a Higher Power that conjured up this whole shebang.  Let us posit that SHE decided to name it "Universe."  And what are the main animating ingredients that she hot-wired into her little creation?

Ever-changing. Always morphing. Always moving. Ever-spinning. Always confounding. Befuddling. Wondrous. Life popping up in unlikely places. Death comes to all. Energy. Everything is Energy. Transformation. Everything transforms. Everything is Everything. 

Ok. It's sort of a joke. We have pulled the Joker's card. It's a joke on us. On all that lives. Our "Creator," well, it's safe to say, SHE is a "joker, a smoker, a midnight-toker." She must have been high, and then well, she set this kooky thing up and let it fly.

You know, it's bit overwhelming, and sometimes super-sad and tragic, but then again, life, who wouldn't want to give it a whirl? 

And then, just because we can, we choose  Hope, Hilarity & Good Cheer. I mean, hell, why not?!

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