This is just a picture, a pixel of words.
For whom do we long for and for whom are these blurbs?
Myself!
It’s the one thing that wants to emerge.
For you! It’s the one thing that keeps me encour’ged.
For them! It’s the grass on a shoulder of whistles, and though hast now understood the riddle.
How should we make sense of all this?
We do it all the time.
The world is complex, and we tend to seek novel moments.
Fans want something and I’d like to know what that is…
What do y’all want to do?
Why y’all here?
How much do you read?
How much do you listen to music?
What kinds of things are interesting to you?
A / S / L ?
Are / You / Up?
What style of music do you like most?
How do you listen to your music?
How much of the behind the scenes do you like to see?
Do you like magic?
What’s your favorite kind of burrito?
What about ice cream?
Pizza? Duh…
How about nachos vs. chicken wings?
What’s your favorite song of all time?
Comment a word and I’ll use it on my next blog post and tag you on tha ‘gram.
I’m going to solve all of the problems in my mind!
By virtue of my efforts I will also bring about change for all of humanity!
THIS IS OUR STORY AND I’M THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD!
IT’S ALL A HOAX, IF YOU CAN BELIEVE IT!
I’M JUST A RELATABLE HUMAN WHO WANTS ATT3NTION!
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!
I KNOW THAT HALF OF THE WORLD IS SICK, AND THERE ARE SO MANY LIES!
BUT I WILL GLADLY SET US ALL FREE!
WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO!
Relate lunatic anarchist troll to our story, perspective shift…
Character says crazy stuff, hoax…
An album of loud purple sounds. Someone popped their eggnog on a fruitcicle and created a new dessert.
When you go looking for an album of magnificence in groove and the possibility of a meow style, you pick downtown for the bass line and uptown for the tempo.
All the guitars work together like a saddle fits on a horse. Everybody finds their way.
Of course the drums do all the talking when they say n”sp “sp “sp “tat “tat and that bass is walking like it don’t care none except right here.
When people say things about me, I’m the baddest mountain. Like a thunder rolled in and said “hey!” Where all my dancers at?
Track One starts out clean and keeps riding till it’s over, no stops, just a belly up slouching cruise with a clear wind carrying the salty coastal air.
Track Two begins calm, but then finds an off ramp and gets subdued when it seems to find a clearing toward the beach.
Track Three is like a reflection of your grandmother’s memoirs that jot down everything from cookies to coastal swims. Beach days are fun, and everyone gets along just fine.
Track Four is a little more calm except when it tends to escalate for a minute as if to say, “hey, I’m here.”
Track Five continues onward like a boat on an anchor, swaying in the sea. The world can’t help but to bring rain. It’s just life.
Track Six reminds us of our mothers and fathers of the world. Those who lift us up.
Track Seven reads like “a Day in the Life,” and sings like “Bitches Brew.”
Track Eight tells us when to be happy and it’s all the time. “Could you be loved?”
Track Nine has more to say. And it’s that “we want more wine, and whiskey, and a good night’s sleep as much as possible. Someone needs to remind us of this more often, and that’s what this song is all about. Funk layered with harmonies and horns and a laid back approach to life in general. Just finding connection and being willing to embrace it for what it is and to do good wherever possible.
Track Ten someone told me to write them a song and here it is. I’m here for you.
Track Eleven slow grooves and a soft voice with some percussive style, congas and hand drums. Where a groove gets locked in. We are here.
Track Twelve bring rain and birds. In no particular order, someone lights a fire in the sky. With no warning, a siren calls and tempts.
Track Thirteen there is always morning to freshen the mood. The warm sun brings a calm. It feels good to soak it in and feel whole. Cosmic guitars bring a groovy vibe.
Track Fourteen we live in a musical space. Sound is our friend. We know it when we heart it. Soothing, vibey, a tip of the hat. A step in my walk. It’s all the same. Just groove with it.
~ Just Groove With It
All Rights Reserved 2021
Release Date 1/21/21
My mind is a monkey, and my body is round.
My heart beats faster while drowning in sound.
What life can bring will matter to some, and to others we fear for their life is gone.
Who the fuck condones violence to suit their own need?
A leader in charge doesn’t mean they can lead.
A leader can claw and bring about change while balancing is within our own range.
Was it me that knew I was already full?
Was it you so kindly that caused me to drool?
My mouth is frozen, like a glacier in time.
I have a path I want to follow, and a leader… it’s time.
I need to let it go for tomorrow will bring a better day.
Days for us to play around and lay in the fray…
I’m tired of sleeping on sidewalks and watching the long faces pass me by.
Shadows so transfixed by the bye.
To be stupefied by glory and lonely just for me is so touching as an eye for an I…
For I am not a lie nor a bubble of cutis or a derma for absorption.
Nor am I calculating and vested to rest it above all.
My body is bold and bright and old in the light.
My reach is infinite I am told.
Nothing can reach the ends of the light nor my inner fiery soul.
The Road Ahead envisions the world as a better place. This better place, like all human constructs, is only as real as you make it.
The song, Long Couple of Days, is about finding your groove. This, and other new songs, will be released as the Cosmic Cowboys.
The Road Ahead is like finding your way home. Coming Home.
See tags
The past is future
Positivity in motion
Cosmic cowboys ?
I can feel it in my teeth. The tingles gives one a feeling of both numbness and pressure. The rolling waves crushed me to the bones, but I was not afraid. From hammer to stone, it is my only feeling.
“Where will we go?” she asked as the canyons echoed.
Just then the phone rang…
I am a trapper, only by practice, and not of thoughts born still.
There it was all along, a piece of me that was so strong. I pulled it out from thin air and never stopped to think or care.
Until now I plead I am that strong, yet I forgot you were my song.
“God is manifest in contemplating.” Lyrics from an upcoming music release, “Live One.”
Contemplating is thus defined, “Whilst in the life of the intellect, ‘contemplation’, refers to thinking profoundly about something. In the religious life contemplation is a kind of inner vision or seeing, transcendent of the intellect, facilitated by means of practices such as prayer or meditation.” according to Wikipedia.
Sometimes ‘sleeping’ will do the trick, or is it ‘dreaming’ that I’m ‘living’ in?
Stay tuned for more #creativewriting and help me write the story of “ L I F E O N M A R S “ where I will engage fans throughout the writing process.
Referring to these wall posts of late, scroll down the feed and make your date:
Poll feelings and followers and those in need
My wall is open for those to seed
But in the end there’s always you
My wall grows so continuously too
To top and shallow for weak and hollow
For strong and old and bored and bold
For young and hound n’ passion’s loud
For any other of many sold
For most of all a creative crew that sees me wallow in this stew
A poll will show results of many
My ideas flow in words a’plenty
Your words I write and think and brew
Your word inspires a creative mood
Stay tuned for more “wall posts”
My 10-minute timer is ringing as I sit at my desk writing this blog post. I hop over my Robot Vacuum (RV) that has been cleaning my home today, and I have to pause:
RV can be stowed in its home base charging station under the couch. Normally, RV will cannibalize its own equipment that prevents a return to home base for charging. But now the life-giving extension cord is protected behind a make-shift ramp made of two long and skinny plastic covers (I will later find that this is not sufficient, and simply tape the cord to the floor like a pro).
These plastic covers were designed for its original use to hide the insides of my TV mount, like the armor of a brazen knight, that I recently removed from its nearly 9th year on my wall. It was stuck and audibly grumbled as I yank’d the 20lb mount.
As I make my way into the kitchen I can see the water has come to a rolling boil. I add the eggs as I have become accustomed to doing using a silver ladle spoon that cups the eggs perfectly for control and placement.
After the eggs are safely in their home I turn to my very tasty detox tea.
I read the label as the tea cools:
“Detox Tea, with cardamom, fennel, aniseed and licorice root. Here’s to new beginnings, shrug off old and embrace the new.”
Something tingled inside and I remembered the fortune cookie:
“Next month new beginnings…”
Moments later I realize I had not set a timer to help cook the boiling eggs. Normally I set a timer for 8 minutes using my Echo. I do some quick math and have difficulty arriving at the remaining time for boiling, so I set a 5 minute timer and a 4 minute timer. The question is have the eggs been boiling for 3 or 4 minutes so far?
I return to my freshly brewed Detox Tea and take a sip. “Aaahhhhh.”
I should stay here, but instead pontificate further:
In conclusion, I felt it was best to pull the eggs after 4 more minutes (mainly, to write this blog). This allows for a slower cooling method (insurance) so the eggs can continue cooking before adding cold water.
Later on I realize that I think I may have overdone it, and actually I forgot to set a timer for cooling as I’m once again prioritizing Our Story.
Priorities are fine, but this seems like a sign of what I need to watch out for: mindfulness.
Okay, it’s both, and: Scratch the timer issue as I did have a timer going and turns out I was a mere 10 seconds early.
Mindfulness. Relying so much on technology can be troubling, and it is I that does the doubling. Here and now, far and wide, my cells will not relent as they divide. What was there is now once more, a version of me within a Cosmic Score.
I swear I also made this same blog entry last year. Lesson learned, or was it? Swearing is fine, but I know for sure I wrote this post in 2019, and THIS here, now, THIS actual post NOW.
So… Here’s to another year older #2020 !!!
Shrug off the old and embrace the new…
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Perspective In Sound 