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7/26/1o: when this ‘third rock from the sun’ sinks like a stone- I think it’s a good time to float like a feather.
6/21/1o: happy solstice! Here is a tune that has gotten stuck & rattled around in my skull for a while- thanks to Featherstone for idle introductions, sweetly biding time, hanging-out in limbo- waiting for the moment to arrive for us & our beloved to be joined together again. Even still, more time must pass- c’est la vie; have patience & be strong, our time will come. This is Ray LaMontagne’s song from the album “til the sun turns black” called “be here now” – especially love this version w/ stringed accompaniment from BBC sessions – just a few more lyrics for you:
“don't let your mind get weary & confused
will be still- don't try.
don't let your heart get heavy, child
inside you there's a strength that lies- lies
don't let your soul get lonely, child
it's only time- it will go by
don't look for love in faces, places
it's in you- that's where you'll find-- kindness
be here now, here now
be here now, here now
don't lose your faith in me
and I will try not to lose faith in you
don't put your trust in walls
cause walls will only crush you when they fall- and they all will fall
be here now, here now
be here now, here now”
6/11/1o: "hard to claim you lost something that you never had in the first place"- universal wisdom.
can't wait for the summer solstice 2o1o- this is the most-spectacular yet most-difficult solstice lunar-month I've known.
several scholars of mayan calendar assure that ~2/1o/11 is the last movement of finite-transcendence: "galactic period transit to universal".
much as we wish to hold on, seems we immediately must shed all which we have ever believed in- no more anchors, or understandings of the past.
all there is, is what is to come- as this world dissolves into new degrees of entropic chaos, & everything continues to fall apart & melt into the still nothingness around us.
on a personal note: *thank you* for being here. I am grateful for your company- you've warmed me from my own cold way- over all these days & years & lifetimes. thank you!
here is billy corgin- smashing all those pumpkins- winterlong-8-1-7.mp3; 12 of 12 – someday put it all out, but such as is, what it is, is a start:
"thank you very much… talk to you? what do you want me to say?
'I'm damned if I do & I'm damned if I don't'- you know that's the one truth
that's what I get for opening my mouth in the first place...
its alright- yell it out now"
"and if I fall, into you all:
will my rain, cease and dissolve?
some come to harm, others with grace
so let my friends fly, under these wings
we're gathering up to the sun
we're gathering up to the moon
we're gathering up to beyond
we're gathering from our own
knowing there's nowhere to run
knowing there's not much to lose
sometimes it takes so long
since you get a chance to refuse
we built a fire -- winter long
transformed to iron -- winterlong
i was the first one;
i was the last one to be strong, winterlong
and if I fall, into you all
will the silence, shatter and stall?
some feel movement- others stand still
so let this moment- become my will
we're gathering up to the sun
we're gathering up to the moon
we're gathering up to beyond
we're gathering up from our own
knowing there's no where to run
knowing there's not much to lose
so why does it take so long
to find out who is who?
we built a fire -- winter long
transformed new wire -- winterlong
i was the first one-
i was the last one to be strong - winterlong, winterlong
we're gathering up to the sun
we're gathering up to the moon
we're gathering up to beyond
we're gathering up to the moon...
"
6/5/1o: be offline, soon, again, for a bit - return always takes longer than we expect – John Prine quotation:
“I am an old woman, named after my mother – my old-man is another child that’s grown old. If dreams were lightning, thunder was desire- this old house would’ve burnt down long ago.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery- make me a poster of an old rodeo. Just give me one thing that I can hold on to – to believe in this livin’ is a hard way to go.
When I was a young girl, had me a cowboy – weren’t much to look at, just a free-ramblin’ man... But that was a long time, no matter how I try- the years flow by like a broken dam.
There’s flies in the kitchen, can hear them there buzzin’ – and I ain’t done nothing since I woke up today. How the hell can a person go to work in the morning – and come home in the evening & have nothing to say?
5/11/1o: (FYI: for service, rosemary will go offline ~5/25, we'll be back ~ by 6/1.)
sorry for no updates as of lates - stuck in "analysis-paralysis"/"shock & awe" of the mantra- "drill! baby, drill!"
while oil companies accumulated 1o$ss of billion$ of profit$ per quarter, they had no emergency-crisis plan for failure of one of these rigs. There are 3800+ active rigs off the coasts of louisianna & texas alone.
what is BP’s [or any other energy company’s?]: ‘earthquake plan’? How about their ‘tsunami’ or ‘hurricane plan’? or 9/11-style-attack plan?
They are the ‘pioneers of catastrophe’, greed-driven beverly-hillbilly style- “black gold… texas tea”. Not just BP- we’ve got Transocean and our old “no-bid-contract buddies” Halliburton as “corporations of interest” on this one.
thanks must be granted to all you oiler-engineers who 'deregulated your frontal-lobes' from the rest of your brain. Sounds like ya'all may need a lobotomy, to which I shout along w/ you: "drill! baby, drill!"
While I wept about “Chernobyl” and “3-miles island” incidents, I recognize nuclear power as greatest potential & cleanest of all – at least, implemented correctly - the super-toxic-parts are capable of being locally-contained- and not treated as a negative “externality”. Moreover, I think we need to recycle our nuclear fuel – Barack should revisit considerations of breeder reactors. Of all presidents to do it- the one peanut-farmer-turned-nuclear-physicist we had- Jimmy Carter- outlawed breeder reactors – due to concerns of the high-grade weapons-material generated as a result. As well, Obama should stop pandering to the extreme left & reconsider his position on Yucca mountain nuclear waste repository. We should recycle this rare earth, leverage it for all it is worth. I am a believer in the Global Security Institute (GSI) too- but we must come to know the value of such stuff, and the ‘depth of our state’. We will not stop Iran from building a breeder reactor- our only hope is to figure out how we can reason with them- make sense with them, using their own logic.
Where is your energy plan, Barack? Are you asleep at the wheel? Wake up now, please!
fun times ahead --- & moving on, let us "trickle-down" to the next release…
Donald Trump is a graduate of the Wharton School of Business, inventor of the junk-bond- economic masterpiece, picture-perfect in understanding that 'there is price for being free'.
Donald Trump is trippy, his places are trippy. All the "bling-bling" your driftin'-mind can process, and more - but maybe that is due to the extra piped-in oxygen - or the receptivity of our enlarged-pupils to blinking-neon - something appeals to the reptilian or bird parts of our brains- everything shines and sparkles.
Collective-conscious-energy present in any casino is bizarre - & mix 'neurons like us' into this environment ---- strange-cocktail for the supreme-awareness.
Ever watch "the apprentice"? Don is so for-real, angel we thought we might never find. They should put Don on "undercover boss"- see how far he gets w/ that, 'survivor-style'.
whatever, Don has hubris somewhat like us all--- this show was fun- enjoy the ride :)
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4/22/1o: happy earth day!
Here is a bit of a spot of recent-earth-time, from archival-memory:
It was breezy this day- for us to know again, of "wind chill". This was where it felt like we were entering the refrigerated-leg of the tour.
But weather-luck was with us- when we were in the south: storm was in the north -- and vice-versa. Always snows in buffalo -- if the lakes don't freeze. So such pattern held, within given consideration of those great lakes. But here, we were on the border, near-twixt north & south- globally-warmed-"mason dixon line"-style!
Some tours- we learned to walk between the raindrops- this tour, we learned to walk between the snowflakes.
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4/2o/1o: and on this 4/2o, I'd like to plant a thought-seed in our collective-conscious awareness - not just w/ highest of hopes - or even of just "high" hopes- that we may, as a society, do something really right.
Let us fund our teachers, firefighters, police, ... Legalize it, and tax it like the supposed-"madness" that 'those infidels' claim it to be.
Funny how much money has gone "up in smoke" to the budweiser & adolf coors-drinkin' establishment- when all us-- who don't beat our wives on super-"bowl"' Sunday - or any other time -- are left to "just suck it up".
please, don't let us get sloppy- we all must "count the beans", keep them honest.
I am sure that those 'entities' who own "intellectual property rights" to genetic-codes of simple, natural plants (like "beans" or "corn") will beat us down, short-term & long. They are the likes of: MonSanto, Dean Foods, ... They'd take away your home-property -- if a hungry-bird ate & then shat one of 'their seeds' upon your land- and the seed grew.
I am so sad yet unsurprised by the greed involved.
I don't see we have any choice but to fight their concept of "eminent domain". I don't doubt that they have most "trump cards" in their hand. It took just 1 "supreme court" judge to slant all- in opposition favor- for (probably) the entirety of my/our lifetime.
By nature, I think I am a lover and not a fighter- but I will fight for this.
Even if its 'not in your nature' to be a fighter- hope you will 'fight' alongside, w/ us, compassionately.
(When I say compassionately, I mean: don't be a tea-baggin' plane-flyin'-into-IRS-buildin' moron- please stop killing!)
"and as such consideration - it isn't my creation" - but, I approve of this message:
“When I
find myself in times of trouble, mother mary comes to me-
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when all the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.
Let it be, let it be, .....
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.” – the beatles
4/14/1o: for this 4/2o, we get the official release of 7/7/89 - my first show, in the flesh! I did watch the 'satellite broadcast' of summer solstice 89 @ my math-phd buddy Grateful Dave's house - I recall his saying, ~: "there are different ways to count".
brent's 7/7 "blow away" is *the best*, reminds me how much I miss him.
So strange, to consider, what is the nexus-point "chicago"- where we lost brent, jerry -- but we gained uncle john - aka u JK! Yet another *best*!
Seems that wind blows high, in the windy city.
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4/8/1o: Q: What do the Chinese Government and ComCast Corporation ISP have in common?
A: They both censor the internet!
It is both their understanding that "all bits are not created equal".
ex.: those red-bits are more-significant than those blue-bits.
How totally unamerican!? How in opposition to our "right to free speech", that "all are created equal"!!
o.k. Al Gore, inventor of the internet, winner of the "popular bit-count" of y2k -- where the f* are you now?
All ya'all on comcast- I suggest you 'run to the hills'- your isp has been given- on appeal- tantamount to 'permission to inject a virus into your internet-stream'.
I see comcast akin to the gunner's concept of "chinese democracy".
4/6/1o: One furthur temporal thought-nug- legend has it that the third time is a charm.
Release-du-jour of this week is The Tabernacle.
pre-show strange-loop semi-quote: "gas was thrown on the fire" (friggin arsonists!)
It was in this glorious hall that we experienced localized-evolution of an arcane art, from an ancient-form to today's post-modern epistemic-state.
Props to Z-man & his telephone buddy for on-the-wing impart of the necessary bootstrap-upgrade knowledge- cool to see through your different eyes, thanks for sharing. Hope something shown to you stays useful, too ;)
It is a more comfortable world-view now, very nice.
Though it is a dangerous time too- do wonder how long we can stay hid- day comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the night
"If you do go somewhere, don't get lost" – bobby
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3/31/1o: One of my favorites up here… I thought that time was just going to be a "once-off" kind of tune @ new years- so its reappearance was a pleasant surprise. This time, this time was solid.
Bobby is quite the joker there in that first set, he cracks me up- he really "nailed" that joke this time hahahaha
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3/23/1o: “Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC – didn’t get to sleep last night…”
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3/22/1o: Moved the “affirm the crystals, bro” text over to the long-neglected open-source software page, as that’s where it more belongs…
3/16/1o: 7 decades of phil on this earth- very very nice! We are lucky [& thank you yet again, cody!] J
Here is a torrent of our recording of phil’s 7oth birthday show; it was a fantastic celebration. If you like the sound you hear, it’d be cool if you were to give donation to the unbroken chain foundation or similar Haiti relief effort.
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3/4/1o: seems things aren't quite thawed yet, little longer til springtime still
the mirrors in the room go black and blue
on a sunday morning in her saturday shoes
we don't chose who we love,
we don't chose
lights on the midway melt on the street
in her sunday shoes on her saturday feet
she don't love who he choose
she don't need what she use
Daylight comes and exposes
saturday's bruises &
cold roses
Nothing but the sunlight will help you grow
from underneath the bed you can't see the window
we don't choose what we see
we don't choose
Fortunate and angry, just like a child
all that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time
we don't choose what we love
and she don't need what she got
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises &
cold roses
3/1/1o: new reflections of collective-awareness dawning:
we are generally, by nature, creatures of darkness who fly at supersonic speed through the night to stay hidden from the light of the morning sun and remain upon the obscured & occluded side of the earth except perhaps during eclipse
"we're all just happy-vampires wearing spf 1oo uva/uvb sunscreeeeeeeeen." -top jimmy
2/25/1o: Outside these strange abstracts, it is unusual to see such blood on the tracks-
‘Early one morning, the sun was shining- and I was laying in bed
wondering if she had changed at all- if her hair was still red
her folks said our lives together "sure was going to be rough"
they never liked mama's homemade dress-
& papa's bank-book wasn't big enough
I was stand on the side of the road, rain falling on my shoes
heading out for the east coast-
lord knows, I've paid some dues, getting through-- tangled up in blue
she was married when we first met, soon to be divorced
helped her out of a jam I guess- but I used a little too much force
we drove that car as far as we could, abandoned it out west
both agreeing it was best
she turned around and looked at me, as I was walking away
I heard her say over her shoulder "we'll meet again someday, on the avenue"
tangled up in blue
I had a job in great north woods, working as a cook for a spell
never did like it all that much- and one day the axe just fell
so I drifted to new Orleans where I was happy to be employed
working on a fishing boat, just outside of Delacroix
but all the while that I was alone, the past was close behind
I've seen a lot of women- but she never escaped my mind- and I just grew:
tangled up in blue
she was working in a topless place, when I stopped in for a beer
kept looking at the silouhette of her face, in the spotlight, so clear
and later on as the crowd thinned out, and I was about to do the same
she was standing there, back of my chair
said to me: "Don't I know your name?"
muttered something under my breath, as she studied lines on my face
must admit I felt a little uneasy
when she bent down to tie the laces, of my shoe
tangled up in blue
she lit a burner on the stove, and offered me a pipe – she said:
"I thought you'd never say hello-
you look like the silent type"
then she opened a book of poems and handed it to me,
written by an italian poet from the thirteenth century
every one of those words rang true
glowed like a burning coal, pouring off of every page
like it was written in my soul- from me to you:
tangled up in blue
I lived down on montague street, in a basement down the stairs
there was music in the cafes at night, and revolution in the air
then he started dealing in slaves and something inside him died-
she had to sell everything she owned, and froze up inside
when finally the bottom fell out
& I became withdrawn
the only thing I knew how to do
was to keep on keepin' on- like a bird that flew
tangled up in blue
2/3/1o:
Money: who needs it? Let
me live a life, free and easy.
Put a toothbrush in my hand Let me be a travelling man-
I'm a roadrunner baby…
I'm a road runner baby-
any place is my home.
I'm a road runner baby - you look for me and I'll be gone.
Well you can love me- if you want
But I do declare
When I get restless- I've got to move somewhere
I'm a road runner baby - Just got to keep on keeping on
And I love: the life I live
And I'm gonna live: the life I love
Don't want no woman - To tie me down
Gotta be free, baby
To roam around
All my life, it's been like this
If you love me: it's your own risk
When the dust hits my shoes- I got the urge to move
I'm a road runner baby
Anyplace is my home
And I love: the life I live
And I'm gonna live: the life I love
(Roadrunner, baby!)
1/24/1o:
Walk in the sunshine
Watch for the bright sign
Be all the things you're able to be
You got to listen to the heavens
You got to try and understand
The greatness of their movement is just the small as it is grand
Try not to hurry
It's just not your worry
Leave it to those all caught up in time
You got to deep six your wrist watch
You got to try and understand
The time it seems to capture is just a movement of its hands
I ain't preaching, 'cause I don't know
How to make fast things move along slow
I can't stop it, I can't make it go
Just 'cause I say it, that don't mean that it's so
'Cause folks always say
Watch what you hear now
Make sure it's clear now
Just 'cause it's said don't mean that its true
You got to make a revolution
You got to help me run my war
You got to tear down all the buildings and rub out all the laws
I ain't burning
Lord, I'm still only learning
How to become a man of my own
I ain't crazy, nor am I lazy
I just want to find out what's right and what's wrong
1/18/1o: arrow of time- as shot- progresses forward! In this moment of now, there exists the current evaluation of an expression- is this expression, valuated: true, false, or as yet outside determination?
We interpret moments of now, to decide upon their veracity- & toward understanding our own movements, in these days, we wrap our heads around the 'new math'.
I think it is virtually the same - or gnostically-equivalent-emulated - to the 'old math':
"In the land of the dark, the ship of the sun is driven by the grateful dead."
Peace & Love to you!
Krista, Phil, Jasmine and Gibson.
