Despite years of practice. Despite years of playing.
How can it come so naturally behind closed doors. It WAS magic.
It was divine. But upon observation, collectively it was sparse. The frequency lost its charm.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to solve for the differential. But I do know how to solve for the frequency.
In other words, short of a quantum explanation a la ‘the double split experiment’ that path shall remain sparse. But upon repeated attempts, a building block can be placed one by one, or as one. And ‘tada, a frequency waveform.
Translation: don’t try to make sense of the divine. Become the divine. Become the divine by emulating the experience of being ‘alone’ but not “alone.”
Becoming is the act of being the thing. Be the sound. Envelop the sound. Inhabit the space. Whether it’s bedroom or stage.
When I first arrived at Fingerprints Music on Thursday, it was the perfect opportunity.
I had already purchased items online that I was there to pick up, so naturally we browsed some more…
I didn’t know what I was looking for when I eventually made my way to the right side of the store where hip hop, soul, punk and music of the world was written on the name cards separating thousands of vinyl to choose from.
It didn’t take me long to discover what I was looking for:
The Roots of Chicha – Psychedelic Cumbias From Peru
Wow, so much yes!
I also didn’t know it until after I joyously showed Melissa my discovery, that she was actually looking for a record of Peruvian Music.
Our search was complete after 20 mins and a brown bag of vinyl to smile about.
When we arrived home, we started drinking some white wine with dinner and dropped that needle:
Side A let’s you know right away that it’s time to dance, so we danced.
Las Cumbias Eres Reál
If Side A were Downtown, maybe Side B is Uptown. Who knows really, it’s all about your imagination.
It’s upbeat, psychedelic, and sacalo!
I promise you that you will smell the food just as much as you will taste the smoke rising from the vibrant cumbias.
Eventually you come to find that it’s past 4am from a night on the town. Blurred lines and colored vibes mark the dreamy landscape that you have come to find.
That 1am strut y bailar now feels like the morning sun because you’ve danced all night and you’re ready to curse the name of your last broken hearted late night booty call.
Side C seems a bit wobbly, indeed the record refuses to lock in place. The groove is definitely all there, and the vibe is everywhere. Maybe you’re still drunk as well.
Wobbly Cumbias
If disc 1 was on land, then we are no longer there.
There’s a wah wah and a guapa to tell you more…
All in all, I give this record special privileges in my collection to play my heart for the passion that I know exists. In a world of misfortunes, this music belongs both among the stars and in our everyday life.
We can bring the cosmic realm all the way down to the ground and shake the night away knowing there’s a world worth dancing for.
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.
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.
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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.
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?
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Perspective In Sound 