Imagine

December 8th, 2010

Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one.
– John Lennon

In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
– e. e. cummings

To imagine is everything, to know is nothing at all.
– Anatole France

We are what we imagine ourselves to be.
– Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
– Voltaire

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world
– Albert Einstein

An idea is salvation by imagination.
– Frank Lloyd Wright

Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.
– Jules de Gaultier

You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
– Mark Twain

It is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception and compassion and hope.
–Ursula K. LeGuin

Start All Over Again

December 2nd, 2010

Meditation

August 20th, 2010

Getting into some new meditation CDs and doing some guided meditations — anyone have any favorites that have been good for you?

The one that sings

January 26th, 2010

Once in a vision
I came on some woods
And stood at a fork in the road
My choices were clear
Yet I froze with the fear
Of not knowing which way to go
One road was simple
Acceptance of life
The other road offered sweet peace
When I made my decision
My vision became my release….

“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work — and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.” — Wendell Berry via Kerrdelune

“As everything changes overnight, I praise the breaking of promises. Whatever love wants, it gets. Not next year, but now. I swear by the one who never says tomorrow, as the circle of the moon refuses to sell installments of light, it gives all that is has.” — Rumi

Choose what makes you happy this time, instead of what you think you’re supposed to do. We’re supposed to be happy in our lives. Settling for less will only make us unhappy, and if we are unhappy we cannot make the world any better. We can only release the light within us if we allow it to shine as brightly as possible, and that cannot happen if our souls are not rising and singing. We have to do what makes our souls sing. Sing as you travel over the obstacles in your path. — Me

Echoes

January 4th, 2010

The world is an echoing place. If we throw anger, anger comes back; if we give love, love comes back.

Love shouldn’t be demanding; otherwise it loses wings; it cannot fly. It becomes rooted in the earth becomes very earthly; then it is lust and it brings great misery and great suffering. Love should not be conditional, one should not expect anything out of it. It should be for its own sake –  not for any reward, not for any result. If there is some motive in it, again, your love can’t become the sky. It is confined to the motive; the motive becomes its definition, its boundary. Unmotivated love has no boundary: it is pure elation, exuberance, it is the fragrance of the heart.

And just because there is no desire for any result, it does not mean that results don’t happen; they do, they happen a thousandfold, because whatever we give to the world comes back, it rebounds. The world is an echoing place. If we throw anger, anger comes back; if we give love, love comes back . But that is a natural phenomenon; one need not think about it. One can trust: It happens on its own. This is the law of karma: Whatever you sow, you reap; Whatever you give, you receive. There is no need to think about it, it is automatic. Hate, and you will be hated. Love, and you will be loved.”

Everyday Osho — 365 Daily meditations for the here and now by Osho

Halcyon Days and Oblivion

“As life wanes,” he taught, “and all the turbulent passions calm,
as gorgeous vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,
as softness, fullness, rest, suffuse the frame, like fresher, balmier air,
as the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs
on the tree, finish’d and indolent-ripe.
Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!
The brooding and blissful halcyon days!”

After the dazzle of day is gone,
only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars;
silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.
The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
the sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d –
(I too will soon be gone, dispell’d,)
a haze — nirvana — rest and night — oblivion,
as life wanes, idly drifting down the ebb,
such ripples, half-caught voices, echo from the shore. — Walt Whitman

Echoes — Pink Floyd

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky….

Doobie Brothers Echoes Of Love

I hear your voice everywhere
It’s echoes of love
Making me look back over my shoulder
Echoes of love are started all over
Echoes of love
Keeps on haunting
I’m out of control
Keeps on burning
Echoes of love are out of control
Bringing back love I used to hold….

Love’s End

Though many years have passed since last we met,
Thoughts of thee can make me smile most gladly;
While parting left us echoes of regret,
Golden haze lights love that ended badly.
Time cannot change true feelings of the past,
Nor distance dim the brightest fire’s glow;
Yet love doth change and is not meant to last,
And lovers minds cannot the future know.
There lives a part of me inside of thee,
And part of thee resides within my breast;
The better part of us remains most free,
To love another, better-suited guest.
I would not change what passed between our hearts,
But love is ended when the lover parts.

– Donna Woodka

So long and thanks for all the music

June 26th, 2009

jackson

You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination…

Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain’t no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There’s no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
(They’re open wide)
This is the end of your life…

Being the same age as Michael Jackson, I grew up watching him. Never bought any of his music because it was ubiquitous, everywhere. I don’t think I ever really admired him, except in the sense of realizing how much work it was to do what he did, how much he put into it all. He was an amazing performer, his entire life basically one long performance. I wonder if even Michael ever knew who he really was, underneath it all. A part of the boomer childhood vanished yesterday, with Farrah and Michael. Some are calling it the end of pop culture, but of course it isn’t. But I certainly felt the pull of age and time, and the loss of another piece of my teen years and their history.

Thanks, Michael. We’ll miss you.

Songs for a Friend

May 5th, 2009

Putting together a playlist for a friend going through a divorce today — this is the closer.

Count on me through thick and thin
A friendship that will never end
When you are weak, I will be strong
Helping you to carry on
Call on me, I will be there
Don’t be afraid
Please believe me when I say
Count on….

I can see it’s hurting you
I can feel your pain
It’s hard to see the sunshine through the rain oh
I know sometimes it seems as if it’s never gonna end

But you’ll get through it
I know sometimes it seems as if
we’re standing all alone
But we’ll get through cause love wouldn’t let us fall

There’s a place inside of all of us
Where our faith in love begins
You should reach to find the truth in love
The answers there within, ohhhh
I know that life can make you feel
It’s much harder than it really is
But we’ll get through it (we’ll get through it)
Just (just) don’t (don’t) give in…

Dream

April 15th, 2009

Oh yes. I could do that, too. My voice coach in college wanted me to try out for the San Francisco Opera, but I never did. I wish I had her courage.

Everyone has talents. Everyone can do things you can’t imagine. We are all extraordinary, really.

Go Susan.

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

“We are too cynical,” Amanda said, addressing Boyle after her performance. “Everyone was rooting against you.” It was as if Amanda expected this one moment where art conquered all, where the sincerity of song and execution softened every heart, to allow us to believe we had somehow been purged of all our cheap, superficial ways. Susan sang, and shrugged her shoulders and tossed her gray locks, and now we were changed, changed utterly by this transforming performance. Now Piers and Simon and Amanda and you and me, we were all going to move forward with openness and acceptance in our hearts for all kinds of people in all kind of packages. As if by approving of this one dorky but brilliant outsider, this world would be granted forgiveness for all the meanness, bullying and tawdry acceptance of the third rate that is its usual fare.

But instead of changing us, Susan Boyle’s explosion into fame is much more likely to change her. Already she has appeared on Scottish television with her hair seemingly darkened and somehow forced into submission. Please please please, Susan! The vintage women of the world beg you: Don’t lose a pound. Don’t buy a new wardrobe. No highlights! No Botox! Don’t touch chin one, or chin two.

Remember Ella Fitzgerald, and just keep singing.

Tom Morello review

March 27th, 2009

From the SF Weekly:

It was midway through the Tom Morello hootenanny when Rage’s shredding machine grinned at the crowd and said, “Let me remind you, you all paid $15 to get in tonight. That’s like a buck a superstar.”

Actually, if you were gonna do the math, by the end of the night, we’d been entertained by Morello and his Freedom Fighter Orchestra, Steve Earle, Wayne Kramer of the MC5, Sammy Freakin’ Hagar, Boots Riley of The Coup, Corey Taylor of Slipknot (sans mask of course), Joe Satriani, and Damian Kulash of OK Go, so technically it came out to something like $1.87 a superstar. But really, everyone at Slim’s was too busy pounding fists with fierce excitement to remember exactly how much they’d spent to get in. No matter the cost, they were getting their pennies’ worth–both in the energy the audience fed to the stage to the goodwill the headliners shot back at their fans. There was a lot of love in the room, man (and a lot of men in the room). Not to mention a lot of dollar bills that went to a righteous cause, thanks to the activist concept behind Morello’s Justice Tour, a singular concert that has you leaving feeling real good.
The political thrust behind these tours is, as Morello explained, to “bail out people, not banks.” An alternate version of this mantra, which he also espoused during the three-hour long show: “Feed the poor, fight the war, rock the fuck out.”

The Rage/Audioslave/Nightwatchman succeeded on pulling off all fronts last night. He gathered together a gaggle of rock gods during the day to personally wrap and hand out burritos with Project Open Hand, a San Francisco organization that feeds the needy, and one that received 100 percent of the ticket sales for last night’s show (plus all the $1, $5, and $10 bills people stuffed in its coffers by the end of the night at Morello’s repeated suggestions). But equally importantly, he also gathered those same ax slingers to get rowdy from the stage at night…

Tom Morello and the Axis of Justice at Slims

March 27th, 2009

Got to see a very cool show at Slim’s last night for our last night in San Francisco — best concert ever for $15!
Well, actually we paid for the dinner show, and dinner was great, too — steak and teriyaki chicken, quite good. So many cool performers, and all for charity, too:

The Justice Tour w/ Tom Morello: The Nightwatchman
Steve Earle
Wayne Kramer
Boots Riley (from The Coup)
Corey Taylor (Slipknot / Stone Sour)
Joe Satriani

***The special guests for this evening include: Steve Earle, Wayne Kramer, Boots Riley (from the Coup) & Corey Taylor (Slipknot/Stone Sour)*** (plus surprise guest Sammy Hagar!!!)

Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine released the solo album, “The Fabled City,” on September 30th, 2008 via Epic Records. The 11-song set is the anticipated follow up to the 2007 The Nightwatchman debut “One Man Revolution.” Now being billed as Tom Morello: The Nightwatchman, the album is the first release to bear the political and social activist’s birth name. “The Fabled City” was produced by Brendan O’Brien (Bruce Springsteen, Pearl Jam) and features appearances by System Of A Down’s Serj Tankian and Shooter Jennings.

In addition to his career as a critically acclaimed solo artist, Tom Morello is a founding member and guitarist of the rock bands Rage Against The Machine and Audioslave. The two bands are responsible for multiple Grammy Awards and a combined 30 million albums sold worldwide. Widely known for his unique voice as a master electric guitarist, his compositions as Tom Morello: The Nightwatchman have been primarily based around the acoustic guitar. However, as his Myspace page firmly states, “You don’t have to be loud, son, to be heavy as shit,” and the stories and sounds presented throughout the album showcases a depth and intelligence rarely heard in the modern musical climate surrounding it. With more complex electric arrangements than displayed on “One Man Revolution,” “The Fabled City” is the synthesis of his groundbreaking work as an innovative rock guitarist and revolutionary acoustic troubadour.

This special evening benefits Axis of Justice, a non-profit organization formed by Tom and Serj Tankian. Its purpose is to bring together musicians, fans of music, and grassroots political organizations to fight for social justice. “We aim to build a bridge between fans of music around the world and local political organizations to effectively organize around issues of peace, human rights, and economic justice.”

We had a great time, and it was neat to finally get to go to Slim’s, which I’ve wanted to do forever, having been a Boz Scaggs fan from my teen years on. So I feel like my trip here has been simply awesome now.