Just Paying Attention!?!

Not saying I am Manic/Depressive, or as they now say, Bi-Polar, or anything, but if I did happen to pinball from deep, dark gloom to over-stimulated exuberance and back again; sometimes in an afternoon, or sometimes even in a conversation, maybe it's not a sign of an illness that needs to be remedied, or medicated, but maybe it is just a sign of me "paying attention!"


Not a flaw, but a feature of an engaged mind.  And I suppose if I did have multiple personalities, well, I guess they could come in handy every once in awhile.  Although, I suppose that means my wardrobe choices would explode exponentially...

Inflationary Philosophizing!

You may ask: What's up with all the dime-store philosophizing?


And I may answer: Dime-store?! Don't you think with inflation and all, it should at least be called "dollar-store philosophizing?!"

Our Gifts!

On the "good" days, LIFE and THE WORLD seem like these amazing gifts that have been handed over to us.  On the "bad" days, we find out that there are these strings attached to our gifts, and these strings are a tangled mess of contradictions and contingencies that assure that these "gifts" can (and will) be taken away without a moment's notice.


As they say, "reality bites!"


And no one knows how many good days and how many bad days are included in the package.  The gifts we receive are complicated and not simple.  And life and the world are complicated and not simple.


And our gifts are bigger than us.  Still, it really is bad form to look a gift-horse in the mouth.  So we accept our gifts as gifts, (even if we don't believe in or care about the gift-giver), warts and all...

Notes on Living

Things they don't tell you about life...

Time is precious, I mean really, really precious, but you will find that you squander lots of your precious time on stupid and pointless things.  

You will spend huge swaths of time doing and saying things you don't really want to do and say.  You will learn that most people live that way too.

There will be times, most of your time really, where you don't know yourself, and you don't know the world either.  And then there will be times when you know yourself, and not the world, or you will know the world but not yourself.  And of course, you will find that you and your world are moving targets.  Both are amorphous and constantly changing.

You will come to realize that both of these statements are "true:"  Everything that lives is holy AND Life is cheap.

You will be stupefied by how easily you can accept totally crazy and illogical information into your life.

You will spend lots of your time searching for meaning, and then one day you will realize you are actually required to "invent" meaning.  This will be inspiring and deflating simultaneously.

You will find that if you can be alone and not feel lonely, you have a "leg up" on living.

You will come to realize that living comes easy, and you will suspect that dying comes easy too, kind of like falling off a log.  This will not be a happy realization.

You will come to the conclusion that EVERYTHING COUNTS!  Even the stuff that seems arbitrary or trivial.

You will wonder if the ride was worth it and you won't hesitate to answer "YES!"

Yeah, I mean, I'm fine...

"Yeah, well, I'm fine...  I mean, except for the cats.  Yeah, I'm pretty allergic to them.  I mean, I love them and all, and they always come to me like I'm a magnet or something, but it turns out they are quite toxic to my system.  I try to avoid them.  And yes, well then there's the dogs too.  I mean, I guess I'm pretty allergic.  I mean, really, they are totally toxic to my system.  Just touching them can send me into violent allergic reactions.  But other than that... I mean, oh, well, of course... there's the people.  Some of them are like toxic black holes.  They suck the energy out of a room and send me reeling.  Totally toxic!  But, I mean, other than that... yeah, well, I'm fine!

Telepaths in Chinatown

We found ourselves in a very unlikely place last night.  I guess I would describe it as an Asian Techno bar in Chicago's Chinatown. Sort of Clockwork Orange meets Blade Runner meets WHAT?!


It was a benefit for a young filmmaker raising funds for a new work.


The Telepaths played an unlikely acoustic set in this most unlikely setting. The act directly before us was a young, hot, Asian Chick playing cool beats and lush soundscapes on her laptop.  She was exactly the right act in the right place.


Three of the Telepaths - two acoustic guitars and our lead vocalist got up next.  We pushed our "garage rock" into the night.  We did a tight little set of some of our best originals.  We were totally into the fractured weirdness of the moment.

The audience was polite.  


We were definitely like fish out of water.  Yes, that was the ticket. We flopped around, and did our r&r thing, mouths gasping for air, taking big gulps and spitting it back out with conviction.  

It was all kind of weird.  Chinatown!

A Creaky Stage

Yes, well, the world's a stage, and the stage seems to be a little creaky and it's shaking, and the planks are coming undone.  Still we must play and strut about, because well, that's what we do.


And just how do we want to play the scene?  Well, the script has been abandoned, it seems this is all just an improv now.  So be quick on your feet, listen and just say "yes."  It might get you into trouble, or it might just get you to the next scene.


And what kind of play is this anyway?  There are lots of opinions from all quarters, which everyone is pleased to lay on your head, but no one seems to have a hold on the truth, if there is a truth.  The truth is, dare I venture, well, the truth is that this is just a play, and well, that is all.


All we can do is carry on and hope the stage holds until the curtain falls.  Is there a curtain?  Does it ever fall?  Who knows?

Blood in the Streets!

Yeah, still got the Dark Ages dancing in my head. This Doors song came to mind while I was perusing the latest news:


"Blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles, Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee, Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago, blood on the rise, it's following me..."


The Doors sound damn good this morning.  And prophetic too!

 

Laughs During the Dark Ages

You think, "Today could be the meltdown."   You think, "We live in the Age of Debt and Dissolution."  You also think, "Entropy!"


Those kind of thoughts just pop into your head.


You also think, "There must have been some laughs during the Dark Ages."  You think, "There must have been parties too!  And happy people."

You think, "Yes, the Dark Ages were probably dark, but people lived their lives and some of them were probably happy, at least some of the time."


You think.

Open Door Policy Prison

No!  Not giving up!  Not by a long shot!  I refuse to be entrapped by the "prisons of the mind."  I think we can dissolve all the mind-prisons with one clear thought, one clear image, one clear vision.

I do believe in a Transformative Change of Consciousness!

My Liberal Disposition makes me open-minded, tolerant, optimistic.  And I am sometimes confounded by the close-minded, the intolerant, the pessimistic.

But my mind-prison has an open door policy where clear-seeing is a guiding principle.  So yes, let's see the world with clear, open eyes, and open hearts

I see a way forward, even if I also see those who delight in throwing obstacles in the way!

About Time!

Did Obama really think he could change Politics?  That he was really gonna be this post-partisan force that could bring our country together?

I mean "symbolically," just by getting elected, he made some of us feel better, but that was never gonna be enough.  For quite awhile now it's been clear that his enemies will not lift a finger to help him or the country.

And his open, extended-hand approach has been a big joke!  If you continue to try to embrace the guy that's kicking you in the shins, you look like a patsy.  Obama has looked like a patsy.

So maybe, he's finally concluded that in order to be re-elected he needs to change course.  I guess I'd say yeah, ABOUT TIME! 

The Fat Pigs Are Squealing!

Hah!  The GOP is squealing "Class Warfare."  They are nothing but a bunch of fat and satisfied pigs.  They and their corporate cronies have been feeding on the Republic for a long time now.  They are so fat and satisfied and expletive deleted shameless!


Yes, I say bring the class warfare on!  The haves have been warring on the have-nots for a long time now.


It takes a village to raise a class of millionaires and billionaires.  It is time they paid their fair share once again!


When America was strong the highest marginal rate was something like 95%.  Oh for the days of glory! It is time for the debt-loaded Serfs to RISE UP!

Satisfying and Unsatisfying at the Same Time!

I guess the Lovely Carla and I have a Judy Garland/Mickey Rooney kind of thing going in our heads and our lives.  It's that "Hey Kids, let's put on a show," thing.  Something drives us forward to want to "make show."


Last night it was "Neil Young Night."  It was quite the show.  We packed this little coffeehouse with an overflow crowd!  We had 8 different acts all doing Neil Young songs.  I do think the spirit of Shakey (even though he's not dead yet) sort of hung over the event.


The energy of the night was sort of haphazard and flakey.  The little coffeehouse was unseasonably hot.  Every act seemed to have some glitch or snafu.  But the songs were solid, some were beautiful.


Our set was all over the map.  We did a sublime version of "Needle and the Damage Done."  Carla's voice was strong, beautiful and heartfelt.  I totally blew it on "Through My Sails,"  I somehow fell into a different rhythm  and I could not get out of it.  The band played along (uncertainly) and Carla adjusted but it was not the song we rehearsed!


We did a superb version of "Powderfinger" and pretty nice versions of "Down By the River" and "Stupid Girl," and then the heat got to my electric guitar and all hell broke loose (appropriately!) on "Fucking Up."  I was out of tune and flailing.  We closed with "Rocking in the Free World," which was ragged and completely un-tuneful.


Also, as the Lovely Carla pointed out to me "Rocking in the Free World" did not work as a rousing closer.  Something just not right about singing about being "free" in today's America of debt and dissolution.  It rang hollow and out of time.  A song that has not aged well for this age!  "Fucking Up" seems to be a much better anthem for our time!


Anyway, it was rough.  I ended up in a pool a sweat, damning my guitar!  The heat and humidity made it impossible for me to stay in tune!  Maybe there's a message in there somewhere.  Nice event.  Satisfying and unsatisfying at the same time!

Tonight's the Night!

Hey on the off-chance you live in the Chicago area, you have nothing to do tonight, and you just happened to stumble across this blog, then all indications are that you are destined to come see this show tonight!

We have 8 performers all doing Neil Young songs from various stages of his career.  Our band WhiteWolfSonicPrincess will be doing a little mini-set of songs; both quiet acoustic numbers and raucous rockers too.


It's all happening in a little cozy, coffee-house with great food and drinks and leopard-skin print couches!


I have had such fun learning these tunes.  I do have a special affinity with Neil.  And our band, what can I say about our band?!  We have kind of gone through an extensive fermenting process and have become quite the potent potion!


Tonight's the night! 

Embracing Contradictions!

Yeah, well, I think we must embrace our contradictions.  Of course, first we must know ourselves enough, and be honest enough, to see our contradictions.  Then we must acknowledge them and accept them with humility.  This is what we would call wisdom.


Those who don't go through this process are called hypocrites!  They are legion!  Many of them attain high stature in society!  And they tend to want to tell other people how great they are, and want to impose their greatness on others.


So yes, embrace your contradictions.  Celebrate them.  But don't get uppity about it.

Instead Marching to Joy!

Sleep-walking in the kitchen this morning, coffee still brewing, not quite awake yet, I hear a voice on the radio intone: "We are marching to doom now."


No.  I refuse.  I will not march to a doomy beat.  I must march to a different drummer!  I declare it will be a march to "Uncertain, unreasonable,  joy!"

He who touched it, and turned it to shit.

This last Bad Decade of course, was the BUSH decade.  It's clear that Bush's 8 years fast-tracked the destruction of America that will reverberate for... well, probably FOREVER!  The terrorists did their thing, but the Bush Presidency, the man and his merry band of stooges, manifested the devastation on all fronts.  


Think: 9/11, 2 pointless and endless Wars, WMD, Katrina, tax cuts, pentagon spending, Global War on Terrror, Homeland Security, extra-ordinary rendition, enhanced interrogation, Abu Graib, torture, Guantanamo, Bank crisis, sub-prime mortgages, financial bubble, bank bailout, etc.


Crisis helps define character.  Bad things happen to everyone.  But the question is how does one handle adversity?  Bush and his brain-trust failed miserably.  Clearly major fuck-ups.  And they enabled other fuck-ups left and right.  And still others, who may have known better,  stood by silently, or actually helped him fuck up!


Bush truly was the man who "touched it and turned it to shit." What an amazing record of mendacious failure.  Notice he isn't mentioned much in our national discourse.  The GOP has not recovered from the Bush debacle.  America ain't the same.  The Bush years are a gaping BLACK HOLE in the fabric of the republic!  A wound that isn't healed by a long shot.  It's a wound that can only be denied!  At our own peril!

Not a Pretty Decade

Read this article by George Packer in the New Yorker.  It's a must.  He kind of does a recap of the last 10 years of our national history.  He shows in stark terms how we have become a nation in decline on so many fronts.


We've kind of pin-balled from crisis to crisis and have not performed very well as a nation or as people.  And you can feel it in the air, hear it in the conversations, see it in the eyes of your neighbors.  


We are on a losing team.  Sort of like the Chicago Cubs.  Obama is the coach.  And the team doesn't know how to play the game anymore, can't even agree on the rules of the game, and is in a corrosive state of constant bickering. 


Obama can try to rally the team, he can make sunny speeches about a sunnier future.  But in the meantime we are sinking in a mess of our own making. 9/11 blew a hole in our bubble.  And we basically reacted like a bunch of spoiled children.  We plunged into pointless wars, tortured people, and shopped and traded houses like a frenzied horde of idiots.  And the corporate powers robbed us blind.


Not a pretty picture.  Not a pretty decade.  Hope the future is better!

Tune Out the Gloom

I had to tune out the gloom yesterday.  Yes, really bad things happened.  And will happen again.  That seems to be part of what living is all about.


And we can't forget, or bury our heads in the sand.  No, we have to do our best to see clearly.  And acknowledge that we just don't know, and can't comprehend it all.


But I'm not good a wallowing in negativity.  Just goes against my grain.  So, we observed the anniversary by getting our band together at the Music Garage to blast through Neil Young songs in anticipation of our show this coming Saturday.


I do have a major Neil Young obsession.  I love playing his songs.  When our band kicked in, and the voices came together it propelled me into seventh heaven.  That's something worth remembering too!

Taking Advantage of a Tragedy

Yes, 10 years later this seems clearer than ever...

"What happened after 9/11 — and I think even people on the right know this, whether they admit it or not — was deeply shameful. The atrocity should have been a unifying event, but instead it became a wedge issue. Fake heroes like Bernie Kerik, Rudy Giuliani, and, yes, George W. Bush raced to cash in on the horror. And then the attack was used to justify an unrelated war the neocons wanted to fight, for all the wrong reasons.

A lot of other people behaved badly. How many of our professional pundits — people who should have understood very well what was happening — took the easy way out, turning a blind eye to the corruption and lending their support to the hijacking of the atrocity?" - P. Krugman