May 30, 2012

The Year Was 2008



Leroy Winter

Two Sisters

Secrets - a painting by Max Davies & Toni Oswald

Max Through the Glass


May 25, 2012

Some Beliefs Were Illuminated

Some Beliefs were Illuminated ( Photos by Sonya Koskoff)
The Wind Sung by The Diablos

May 24, 2012

The Sadness of the Late Day

The Sadness of the Late Day

Come On and Be Free and Let it Lay
Sometimes I think of England

Some Kinds of Madness
The Staircase knows

May 21, 2012

See through the Cosmological eye

In space, a fall looks like a blur.
Out in fields of time children grow dark; civilization and its soot.
Bring me the head of those who are righteous
and I will show a mirage made of fear.
Wading in these deep waters of illusion
We will rise, traversing stranger starlights and let go of the rooms we have
built and hid within.
Can you imagine all of the billions and billions of games that are played?
Endless, endless,
Defending all of those opinions; it is deafening!
Let them be and don't get your feet stuck in that mud.
The clock of time will strike memory upon memory,
all of those ghosts within us, 
haunting us like bounty hunters.
Proving this, proving that
running without end.
Endless, endless.

A past dawn is fading,
Do you remember when we ate the cliff of morning,
your birth,
and dying into this?
Will you ever let go of that mourning?
Take your blanket of longing and lay it on the ground of forever.
Set if on fire, you have everything you need already.
If you knew...
if we only knew.
There are so many questions...
are any of them important?
and then...
There are times that I cry ever time i see a tree.
and the only thing my heart truly wants is to glow.
That is the only answer.

Let's be friends even when their is no us.
Let's carry it all on through the dust and the sand and the smoke and all of those beautiful notes of music.
We  have all come so far.
Can't you see your shadow is painted on all you adore?
Please believe whatever you can if it gets you to the shore!
or rather drown...
it makes no difference.
One is one. One is another.
It is all one thing in the end.
So dance.
Dance, dance, dance.
Say hello to all of the things that are made into matter.
Look through the cosmological eye.
Go down into the mines made of brains and tissues and sinews and wine and blood and musk.
In there are calcium bones, lust and salty waters, clay and mud.
Navigate your boat of consciousness and in that place may you understand what no one seems to know.
You are holy and unshaken,
solid but nothing.
Look it in the face.
It is one.
It is another.
Some may go mad here.
To know yourself is your only honor.
No fear of the shadow;
glowing silently, only raging when ignored,
bleeding into all things.
There it is. It is one. It is another.
There is the darkness.
There is the light.
None here have favor.
Somewhere in the deep inside, you know!
Trust is such a difficult verb.
but you are the dreamer, dreaming.
Just tell the truth.
Just tell your truth.
Turn around no more.
Everything is Holy.
Try to find what's pure.

May 19, 2012

How Does It Feel?

This morning as I was getting my day started this came on and about a minute into it, I just had to sit down and cry for a moment. Now, I adore both Bob Dylan and Jimi Hendrix and the marriage here of Dylan's tremendous lyrics combined with the power and sublime beauty of Hendrix's guitar just took me to a transcendent place where there was nothing left to do but sit down and let the moment take me wheresoever it wanted to. It is these moments in my life that have meant so much to me, moments where something occurs that just takes your breath away because in that moment something is expressed so perfectly and so truthfully it transcends the mundane and takes you into the mystical and the spiritual, such as when you see something in nature, like a tree for instance that just stops you dead in your tracks and you think to yourself, "How did that get there? This world I am living in just must be the most magical place to be able to express something like a big glorious tree, how lucky am I to get to see this and experience it and be a part of it!" It reminds me also of when the poet Anne Sexton speaks about how seeing a simple chair sometimes can just break her heart. I understand that. I too have cried over something as simple as a chair or the way a person holds their hands in their lap. Art can do this too and music most of all I believe. Music has the ability to transcend and heal all of the broken and sad parts of ourselves, it in fact celebrates these parts somehow, turns them into something else, something beautiful and understandable and without any judgement or fear involved. That is why it is so disturbing when music is only made for commerce and ego, it cheats the listener out of the true experience that music calls forth, which is to reside in spirit. When I sat down and cried listening to this song today it was for my spirit and for all of the rolling stones rolling throughout time and space and for the moments in my life when I have been a rolling stone myself, when I have been lost and confused, but still filled with spirit and expression and just needed someone to tell me 'it is okay, it is just life, roll with it, give into the whole damn thing...there is where you will find transcendence'. It seems like Dylan has always done that for me, taught me something about life at the same time that he comforts me in dealing with the tougher aspects of life. And then we have that guitar...what can words really even say? How can you talk about something that goes beyond words, that takes you beyond yourself? It is all there in Hendrix's much feeling, so much spirit, so much wisdom. It is giving in to it all, celebrating it all and it is suggesting that you join in and let go on this trip to the stars where we all really reside anyway if we only knew it. It is funny and quite extraordinary how all of these thoughts and feelings can occur in just a moment of listening to song. The crying I experienced took me through all of that and made me feel good to be alive through all of the good and the bad, "When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose. You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel, How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home. Like a complete unknown. Like a rolling stone."WE have gone away, invisible and unknown, back into spirit and when we come back into the mundane of our every day existence we can feel loved and connected to something bigger than ourselves, something that tells us our lives mean something even if we do not know what that is at times and that is okay too. What matters is that right now we are alive and we are miraculous and it is a gift to feel all of these feelings and experience this thing called life where trees and paintings and poems and music help us to see more clearly and feel more deeply. We can make sense out of the beautiful chaos called life through making and experiencing art and there are those creative visionaries who help us find our way and inspire us to keep going even when it darkness all around us. How does it feel? It feels fucking real.

May 18, 2012

The Queen of Disco~ Donna Summer RIP

                                                     Donna Summer Live - On The Radio
The beautiful and talented Donna Summer has died! What a beautiful lady with such a beautiful voice. When I was a kid growing up my Mom had all of her albums and I just loved them so much! I would put them on and dance around the living room for hours and hours. When the movie Thank God Its Friday came out I begged my Mom to take me again and again which she did, as I love the song Last Dance so much. I also was such a big fan of the Jodie Foster movie Foxes and the main song in that movie, which created such a special vibe was Donna's song, On The Radio, another all time fav of mine! Other amazing favorites of mine were Bad Girls, which I thought very risque when I was little hehe and of course her rendition of MacArthur Park. and Dim All The Lights...but there are really too many wonderful songs to mention here. As I got older I also realized how truly amazing all of the stuff she did with Georgio Moroder was and is, truly groundbreaking in the world of electronic and dance music. Much love goes out to her family and friends. Thanks so much Ms. Donna Summers for making my life, especially my childhood a richer sonic place!

                                      The Last Dance on The Midnight Special! Amazing!!
What a dress!!!


                                                              I Feel Love Live~
Donna & Georgio Moroder

May 17, 2012

I recently finished a video for my music project The Diary of Ic Explura. It was directed by me and shot by my friend Hagan Caldwell in Nevada City, California. An homage to Kenneth Anger and the beauty of magic~