General Chat (Non-Music-Related)

you also listen to lying spirits evidently.

is that what they told you?

nana nana boo boo....I know you are but what am I?


Really dude? This is just childish. I had hoped to meet higher critical thinkers here. If what we're saying isn't true, then prove it or at least ask good questions instead of just complaining because you don't like hearing it.

Can we please elevate the conversation above the kiddie level?

lol On the internet every conversation is kiddie level.

(sorry Yod, no offense intended)

LOL . . . I've lost track of what we are talking about here!

You didn't miss anything much.

LOL . . . I've lost track of what we are talking about here!

it started out as "you don't have a lot of time to open your eyes and see what is coming" and I think it has been rather illustrative actually.

The confusion and childish bickering you sense on this last page is exactly why people can't see.


Now back to our regularly scheduled kiddie-brawl

... MUSICA IN SANGUINE ...

To have music in your Blood often requires several other skills. Ancestral Memories provide these in varying degrees. There has long been the debate involving Heredity versus Environment. Both are obviously factors in our development, this is certain. For me experience is a part of both. Of course many take exception to this but I have never been concerned with the "many".

I also believe that if one is fitted with a soul or spirit then Heredity becomes the "deciding factor". It dictates what and who we are before Environment/Experience flexes it's influence. It is of great interest to ma and to hear what others have to say on this. I believe that what is equated as "natural talent" is of greater virtue and value than training and practice. Of course all are absolutely neccesary , but it is this natural talent that makes one special and provides that which allows excellence beyond.

The "blood of the Mother is of more importance than the "blood of the Father" regarding the transmission of lineage and traits. In this sense I have always felt as a "Ghost" from another time. This has never changed throughout my life. As a result this has only reinforced my beliefs regarding such matters.

The German Blood from my Mother brings certain qualities and characteristics as does the Scot Blood of my Father. Every musician possesses the genes of a chameleon by contrast to others. Some of us are better diplomats than are others. Some are better linguists. Natural talent determines voice, timing and memory but regarding the creative process we are all alchemists.

Modern technology ... digital ... sampling ... looping ...various effects can all be applied or "played" with. In one sense this allows virtually anyone to "be a musician" but in another it "enables the True Artist" to create and produce on a much higher level. At times I have seen and experienced problems with both. I personally prefer the "live" performance experience to any other ... this seems to come from the blood. For me it is more tangible and real which is why I loved being a part of the original "Punk Movement" in England. Ta

there,
now were back on track...

... "I study everything" ... no you do not. I suggest that you study some spellinf, grammar, history, composition and most of all critical thinking. Also perhaps you might develop an ability to write more than one pootly spelled and worded sentence. It is easy to lift a few quotes from the net for some sought after attention. You must have had all the Cliff Notes in High School. But ... you do add a different perspective nevertheless. Ta

why don't you proof read this crap before you start waving your sheepskin.

you also listen to lying spirits evidently.

is that what they told you?

nana nana boo boo....I know you are but what am I?


Really dude? This is just childish. I had hoped to meet higher critical thinkers here. If what we're saying isn't true, then prove it or at least ask good questions instead of just complaining because you don't like hearing it.

Can we please elevate the conversation above the kiddie level?

hey your the guy who had sex with an airport security guard...
then watched him feel up your kid.

i don't think you should be talking about anyone being immature.

... THE SONG OF BLOOD ...

To hear the Song of Blood allows one to delve deeply and draw much in the creative process. Much literature is inherently musical in nature. Music is far older than writing. Poetry demonstrates the integral relationship between music, literature and dance. It can all be analyzed in great detail grammatically, scientifically, emotionally, spiritually, metaphorically and physically. There is Kunstierroman ... it is a personal path.

MUSICA DELENIT BESTIAM FERAM ...

There is great power within the blood. There is great purity in those called "Indigenous Musicians". Ghostly melodies come into one's head at times and if not noted are forever lamented when allowed to be forgotten. This Dying Age spawns a biological/spiritual Awakening ... music from all over the world. I am not speaking of what is termed "politically concious" but of what is inherent within the blood from the past. That which has "gathered" and now is "manifesting". I believe that any true Artist is sensitive to this and it matters not should they ignore it as this does not vanquish it within them.

This Awakening or ReAwakening as I prefer to term it enables organic inspiration, lyrical intellect and soaring ethereal melody if one allows it to enter. It is like a "gathering", a "call" of the Warrior. We all have the qualities of the warrior within us to some extent ...some of us even have "axes". We are now surrounded by the Great Dark Storm which engulfs the world at this moment in time.

We are all about to be washed in blood. A great collision is about to occur ... much greater than any percussion ... bloody in throat ... unified in addiction ... screaming ... stunning ... fusing East/West, North/South into it's circle. It is infectious, mammoth and it's ensemble is pure evil. It's dancing puppets are worked with a myriad of strings, skins and polluted blood. Ta

LOL . . . I've lost track of what we are talking about here!

I'm liking the new icon

MUSICA IN VENIS MEIS ...

Draw from your origins, open your eyes, ears and minds. Feel your blood and create your music. Become a Warrior/Poet/Musician because of the blood. Where will your blood fall ? During the Piping ? As a musician you are formidable. Your repertoire of "weapons" is extensive and unique ... your ability to capture is great. The power of music thrives in your blood.

The music of this world ... this Dying Age is a cacophony of sound, screams, voices, traffic, explosions, weeping, laughter, cracking, dripping, coughing, panting ... all growing from the twilight to darkness. Putting your hands over your ears does not insulate one from these sounds which are in your mind and growing louder. These last moments will seem like hours to some ... Fire and Ash ... Blood and Water ... Spirit and Music ... Death and Life. Your music, alone amongst the hundreds of sounds waging war inside your skull ... matching the motion and throes surrounding you ... your lungs straining "Am I Dead" as you hover just above the fog of all the others. How many years of "unlife" have you passed ? Will you pass ? This is no real life.

Your Ancestors are your Creator. A rush of blood ... a search of blood. Are you expecting to see your God ? Have you departed the place of your birth ? Is it a place you have ever really known ? How many times have you left behind everything ? One can never leave behind the chaoe in the head and heart, the ache that can not be silenced coursing through the vein. It grows and may become unbearable beaching you like a whale or falling you from the skies like a bird.

There is no refuge from Vampires unless you become one. There is no truce between the blood, the desire or the conscience. Animal blood is not enough and is unsatisfying. Man the animal is dying. Music is Sacred. The taste of earth and grass is becoming thin and soon will disappear.

The weak and departing life of "Man the Animal" gives my tongue a bitter sensation which makes conversation more and more impossible. I hear my Ancestor's words burning, different and conflicting with those of others. Only rarely do these converge. The filth coming from political mouths ... moments of confusion and all the wrong answers ... can not be fled. Ta

receive the dagger oh bosom~~~~

AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME ...

The Musician, the Artist, the Poet ...alone beneath a canopy of chemtrails killing the skies ... fids little solace in silence. Swallowing down watery poisons, polluted earth, watching shuffling corpses buried forever. Exhume your Ancestors within your blood and memories. Use the forces of your fingers and those down your throat. Hold onto your Ancestral Memories and creative abilities ... your humanity. Access them in this wild and thirsty time.

Recall the images of your Mother and Father and those preceding them. Do not let them slip into spiritual death. Dispell the fog of your fever ... remember. Smell new scents within the amalgam of concrete and steel ... there is no warmth ... the blood is cold. The glowing currents in sky and sea from Fukushima are occupying your world ... killing memories ... so many memories ...caused not by someone but by something.

Absorb this "sight" you have no choice. Look at your instrument ... guitar, drums, keys, violin ? Feel the pulse in the centre of your chest. Let something strange open inside of you. A coolness which eases the burning you have suffered since the moment of your ReAwakening. Feel the phantoms of your previous circles and ancestors. Hear the music of truth and weep.

We are nothing but children ... inside. Children of the Damned. A band, a Clan ... all moving our hands and voices with abandon, together, creating something bueatiful, meaningful sound and emotions that will go on resonating , living forever, going on and on devoid of time itself. Are we not special ? Our lives should be more than just a careless melody with laughter ... it should have great spirit and Love.

The child's memory of Love has eluded most of the world now. It is being replaced with bloodthirsty weeks, months years. Now when I stand upon the stone of earth, beneath me the weight of my emotions melt into flesh and bone and then stone and sand. Too powerful to carry alone. All Artists now stagger under such and sit far too heavily. The only solace being the flexing beneath the thighs which is but temporary. Ta

and remember kids
where ever you go, there you are.