The Telepaths played a rock show last night. A little bar called Dukes. Nice place, a warm, cozy room. We totally rocked out. I tried out my new sustainer/distortion pedal! Afterwards I was told we sounded like Neil Young and Crazy Horse. Wow. That is music to my ears. Very much the r&r musical vibe I love. The owner of the joint invited us back! Surprise! And he complimented me on my guitar playing. Now you can't beat that!
It's funny, probably the most important stuff to know, is impossible to explain. You are either there - to experience it, to live it, or you are not.
There's no translation that works. By the time you filter it through your brain, and try to explain it, speak it, write it down, it's basically gone, or the essence of it is squeezed out.
I guess, it's sort of like trying to explain what sex is, as opposed to actually having sex. Or dissecting a cat, as opposed to owning a cat. Or hanging out with a Shaman Woman, as opposed to describing what happened when you were in her presence.
This incredibly sexy Shaman Woman visited our space yesterday. Astrid. She's from Chile. She's part Chilean and Swedish. Now that's a striking combo.
It all came together, pretty much on the spur of the moment, or on the spur of a couple of moments. So we ended up in a circle around flowers and candles with a small group of people who somehow found themselves in that particular place at that particular moment.
Astrid led us through some songs and chants. We called up the Spirits of the Seven Directions. And we said hello to Father Sky and Mother Earth. We connected with our ancestors and with the future generations of human beings coming down the line.
While we sang and chanted, a robust storm blew through and and a hard rain came down upon the roof. It was all very sexy and profound and fun and life-affirming.