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What are the good words for??? We are moving in the circular. For us now, it’s the bigger circle. Not the great big circle, but a larger one indeed.
What are the good words for??? We are moving in the circular. For us now, it’s the bigger circle. Not the great big circle, but a larger one indeed.
Working on deepening my soul and building up my home. A couple of decent people are putting time in on the strings to help support the touring of 2019. A big part of this tour, the ‘all’ part to me, is the development of change in the self. Putting out good medicine, teaching my mind about my soul, and putting fuel to fire and working that ‘self-metal’ into a proper functioning tool for making life living good life lived.
One of the best ways to journey is to observe the journey thats happening. They are one and together because the journey itself makes the observation of the incredible parts and bits possible. It sometimes takes this Man a great deal of time to understand what’s being done to me, and thereupon learning about the outcomes, I see what is being done for me. What is being done to me is what is being done to everyone of us. That is, it took us this long to get here, and this is the entirety of that experience that lies behind us and always will be leading into the things that we will become. What will we become? If we can step out from the weight of the experience as an act against us, and step into the life lived as a gift of knowledge to present itself in beautiful ways we can begin to affect our outcomes in great ways. Both good and bad. It is a collage that you are and I am, after all, and as a collage you decide the alignment of thoughts because without knowing it, you decided it. By deciding that it is ok to un-decide we can turn every experience into a gift and a guide.
Music helps us do that. It helps us, many and most, to place a time-stamp and a thought-experience-life stamp on some of the realities we face. Learning what I need to know and letting go of what I don’t is not an easy thing. There are some heavy pasts that are crazy difficult to get past. We live here – now – what do we want? Every moment is a good moment to begin.
Should it rise against gravity it shall fall with gravity ever so much more. Water. Our rivers are swelling and purging their former skins, and like all good reptiles, they will consume those skins. It seems to be a good year to connect to the idea of the purging river. I’m not, however, that fond of the consumption side of things, unless, of course, it means that I am to eat what’s been giving and approach what is wanted. Ah golly all-a-molly. As the muses of the creative return to define the new spaces of creation, so do I give in to the will. Standing at the helm but allowing it to course it’s own path is, for a time, a delightful experience. Set too long upon it’s own will, though, is not a recommendation. Unless you are of the type that enjoy mass chaos and digging. The fall.
The single-threaded reality has been busily stitching its way throughout the imaginary fabric creating the patterns of life lived and closing up the gaps at the ends. Not all things come to a finish, but all things must end. What, in this story, is to keep? That is a question that resolves in only one way for the physical. Nothing here is ours to own. Spiritual? That’s to come. That’s to know more deeply after the laying down of the fabric upon the rusting bones of self. Anyhow, the journey of a life in a boat upon the sea of everything else is not yet complete in its mission, but it is complete in its writing and it has been made into the light that we call data. What good fortune it is that I’ve somehow arrived here? The series has seven albums to it’s calling: Stone-walled heart, Flow, I Don’t Want to Come Down, The Divorce Album: Monsters In Us All, Static Man and the Prophets Disease, Hippo + Crate and the Fear Machine, The Adelphos: Fire and Rust, and with lyrical tosses back to my first two albums that are unnamed here. There is a lot of music detailing the journey, and my next internal seed planting is to write a semi-fictional book furthering the lessons learned on the journey. These last two albums, the double release, will be available through my webpage as a pay what you can.
Hippo + Crate = The Fear Machine / The Adelphi and the Fire: Let My Bones Rust. FaR. The conclusion to the concept albums approaches with this double album release. Like a flicking light, the dark and the light war within the proximity of a human glass bulb. One man set to shine – one man’s soul set to rust. With fire and rust, a boat upon the sea of everything else concludes and the story ends and the new one begins. Dry land is a strange place to the legs of the boat after all. Steady and unyielding, a person must learn to give differently to the advancement of the self in this place. Anyhow, here we go now.