Finding it difficult to concentrate on music when governmental and corporate collusion threatens our very survival and so few of us are enraged enough to do something about it. At a certain point, you have to put down your latte, turn off the television, and ask yourself about those big guys and their fortuitous stock dumping in the weeks prior to the blast; why a poison the UK banned as too toxic for its own waters is being poured out upon our once beautiful gulf; why benzene, a known carcinogen and only one of myriad toxins in their chemical blend of choice, is at levels THOUSANDS of times more than what is allowable and yet the public has not been notified. I mean, really, folks: what is it going to take for you to be politicized by the atrocities that are being perpetrated in your name by parties motivated by only power and greed?
Begin Educating Yourself
Get angry. Get loud. Get clear. Declare independence. Raise your (effing) flag!
Oh, Björk, you are beyond.
19.6.10
6.6.10
Ushering in the New: A Parisian Portable
Sometimes when I take a look around at our world, I see no method, only madness.
But there does seem to be a divine design. Sounds fruity, I know, but it's hard not to believe.
Over the winter I had told my mother that I was through with caretaking, that I needed to move on once the summer arrived. It just so happened that Gram and I were right in sync with each other, though we did not yet know it on the physical plane.
She has really deteriorated lately. Sure, it is hard to be around, but when she leaves I will miss her--the woman who constantly called me ugly when she first arrived three years ago. Well, "ugly" eventually transitioned into "so purdy," and I do appreciate the change, but it is unimportant, really. An interesting perspective, maybe, given my love of language, but today I am convinced of this: what people say is mostly inconsequential. I'm more into doing and even more into being. Only then do your words assume maximum power.
New opportunities are on the horizon. A bed of such infinite synchronicity. Far too rich a catalog to rest on mere coincidence. I'm convinced of this as well.
I'm going to make an extra effort to keep you apprised of our upcoming summer fun. For starters, we're shooting a video this week for our deliciously Parisian remix of "Portable" by the drop-dead handsome Jon DeeJay. It will be released and ready for download from all the proper cyber-places on June 15th. Talk soon!
xx,
m
But there does seem to be a divine design. Sounds fruity, I know, but it's hard not to believe.
Over the winter I had told my mother that I was through with caretaking, that I needed to move on once the summer arrived. It just so happened that Gram and I were right in sync with each other, though we did not yet know it on the physical plane.
She has really deteriorated lately. Sure, it is hard to be around, but when she leaves I will miss her--the woman who constantly called me ugly when she first arrived three years ago. Well, "ugly" eventually transitioned into "so purdy," and I do appreciate the change, but it is unimportant, really. An interesting perspective, maybe, given my love of language, but today I am convinced of this: what people say is mostly inconsequential. I'm more into doing and even more into being. Only then do your words assume maximum power.
New opportunities are on the horizon. A bed of such infinite synchronicity. Far too rich a catalog to rest on mere coincidence. I'm convinced of this as well.
I'm going to make an extra effort to keep you apprised of our upcoming summer fun. For starters, we're shooting a video this week for our deliciously Parisian remix of "Portable" by the drop-dead handsome Jon DeeJay. It will be released and ready for download from all the proper cyber-places on June 15th. Talk soon!
xx,
m
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