MUSICIANS NARRATIVE ….I sit here upon our Agora surrounded by our dogs, cats and a gentle cool breeze off the Sea. The call of an eagle rings in the morning air, distinctive from the eagles of my youth not only with voice but they also dive into the sea fishing. There is a nest 100 yards from me perched high atop an old sign post 3 stories up and only 20 feet from the high tide mark. The dogs lay in the warm sun and the "Old Port" awakens upon what is called the "Sabbath". It is Sunday not Saturday. This alone is perhaps mute testimony to corruption, conditioning and coercion. I do not really know.
The fishing boats ply in and out of the Port committing their atrocities unbeknownst to them. To the NorthWest the sky is being laced as always with the Death Writing of Chemtrails marking the Western Coast of the USA and the direction of the very first 21st Century Death Factory.,, Fukushima. Very soon the gringo tourists will begin to drive, walk and limp and roll by on their way to feed their puffed misshapen bodies with "healthy overpriced Mesican Fare".
I sit here as I often do, my wife sleeping late or reading in our bedplace, possibly drinking of the strong black coffee I prepared for her. A far cry from loading bales in the freezing darkness and feeding them to hundreds of cattle in a snow covered valley in the WildCat Hills of the Nebraska-Wyoming Border.
I ponder how many times and with my own hands I have built, creating a "suitable environment" in a great variety of countries. A creative natural based, peaceful and spiritual one where I am able to contemplate, think, create and enjoy my existence. It took years of running about like a lunatic amidst a host of other lunatics, some much more "experienced" at this than I …for me to understand and to realize what I specifically required to live, to create and to prepare spiritually in.
Music has always been a major part of my life even before I breached this world "agrippa". My Fathers Classical music, my Mothers sweet and beautiful singing …serenaded me within the womb. Now "Christmas" approaches and this will be the 57th Anniversary of my first Solo Performance at 5 years old. It was "What Child is This" to the tune of Greensleeves. I was terrified but spectacular making even some older Ladies weep. Of course it does not take much to impress a bunch of Farmers, Ranchers and Cowboys …or does it. Sometimes I sing that song as I always have when thinking of my Mother. Fond Memories. It was always my intention here to record it and send it to her. But I never did and she left this Dream last year. This shows that one must take actions lest they create regrets which can never be erased.
But let us not speak of my guilt as it could fill Alexandria. In much the same way as finally understanding what I needed as a "Living Space" and "Lair" I eventually understood what was required to make the music I desired. A Band yes, but more than that, a healthy environment musically and creatively more so. I have "encountered" countless excellent musicians and yet only 2 of them were females. I have always found this rather interesting as I do like very much to "play" with females. Sex must be an inherent factor in music, actually in everything I believe. The French are perhaps the best at comprehending this I have found.
It always takes months of patient hard work to find, secure and create such environs. Of course I have developed a kind of formula of specifics to aid me in such. Each Musician must supply his kit, rig and PA in the case of a vocalist. As the Leader of a Band there come additional responsibilities. One must provide free to the Band a secure, 24 hr accessible rehearsal space in which noise can be made anytime without consequence. There must be a kitchenette of sorts, a couch, a toilet and parking included. There must be playback, recording and lighting within a large enough space to "block" the entire Production. As a direct result of this I have always dwelt in "Alternative", drafty, cold, hot, huge, industrial type spaces or ruins. I usually have to install water, electricity, roofs, walls, doors, windows, gardens and of course always my Library. Usually this includes a sprung dance floor and full size drum platform as well. Such places have been Old Petrol Stations, Fortune Cookie Factories, Ancient Mills, Butcher[Slaughter Houses, Automotive Garages and in its present incarnation an old Machine Shop which overhauled the diesel engines of the fishing vessels here.
This has been my Life in all the countries I have dwelt, finding such a place, securing it and renovating it and then creating in it, music, dance, Art, sets, lighting, props, LOVE and SPIRIT. Some always scoff at my simple straightforwardness but long ago I have developed a formidable immunity to such imbecilic ignorance. Of course such as this always requires an office and a Secretary for management which is also the Leaders Responsibility. And now a computer and files … and … and. Here at my present location, I had to bring in what I could from what I had in Theatre Vampier. I did so with my trucks and RV. I relate all this in order to avoid misunderstandings as to what I am about. The philosophy is simple, direct and natural. It is the philosophy of those where I was born … get what you need, do the work, harvest and enjoy. A military viewpoint could be "getting there the fastest with the moistest" … Talbot undoubtedly knows this one.
None of this for me has anything to do with getting rich or famous or having a castle on a hill surrounded by those that despise you. I do not have to be in a castle nor on a hill for that matter. One only has to live by a Code and try to do good and right whilst being creative, loving and human. This especially now will gather a suitable number of enemies in need of slaying. One must make, have and alter plans as situations require. If this can not be done then you are little more than a fingerless guitarist with a writing addiction. There is no place for drug nor alcohol abuse. All this has never ever been more true than it is now.
Enter that which is more important and relevant than any physical gratification …I speak of the Spiritual. This must be addressed and accounted for or else all that is done is for nought. This is for each of us a matter of the most extreme and relevant personal importance. It is also a prerequisite for creating anything of value … it must come from the heart so to speak. History not religion nor politics holds this forth to be an undeniable Truth and one that indeed separates some men from being mere animals or worse. The rest simply wallow in their "being" and ignorance.
The best way to understand this is perhaps to have come very close to dying and I am not talking drug overdose. One needs to be aware and coherent. If there is no Love in the heart then the Spirit is lacking and evil finds an easy entry, Self realization is absolutely necessary and without it one is a victim. Spiritual motivation is required as the impetus for "creating". As a child, most possess this quality quite naturally but it becomes "drummed" out of them as they grow and is replaced by fear and the building upon it from childhood to maturity … Conditionalism. the definition of reward now in most cases has nothing to do with any sort of spiritualism. Think about it. The "innocence" of childhood comes from its purity and the realistic and experienced "wisdom" of maturity comes from a highly conditioned response to fear … Control.
I digress however … one must be driven from inside to create. The creation process has nothing to do with money, power, weather, popularity or reputation … rather it has spiritual roots. It is very personal and you either do it or not …whichever can never be changed. There are no excuses only real acceptance and the resolve resulting from learning and the determination to not repeat mistakes creating only regrets. No one is very good at this I must say. From this must come the realization that your life is only temporary no matter how long and painful it may seem to be. It is what you do and say and create that counts the most. If this is done in the face of and despite immense adversity, then it all has an even greater value and "counts" for much more. In this quite often the tortured are vastly superior to the torturers … spiritually.
So what are you doing with your life … what have you done with it …what do you plan on doing … are you right with yourself spiritually, creatively and personally. Are you really a True Artist, a musician, a Creator or not. What exactly are you … what have you become … did you "let" yourself become or did you "determine" what you have become. Is it good or bad, can you look into the mirror and smile or regret or hopefully both. There is a saying whose roots I believe are Biblical … "your body is your temple". It is a delightfully simple little saying but it can be expanded to have far reaching consequences.
I think of it like this … you or your Spirit is "given" your body to dwell in while you are occupying this space upon the physical plane. If you take care of it and develop a good relationship and connection between it and your Spirit, then all is good. If you do not and abuse it, not clean it or fix it because you see yourself as "only a renter" then you, no one else, make of yourself a f_ _ked monkey. Apply this and expand the parameters … instead of a single body it is a tribe, a village, a nation or even the world. Without Responsibility everything and everyone becomes one of those monkeys. Man has let his body, his village, his nation, his world become corrupted due to his irresponsibilities. Your Ancestors allowed this and now it is a part of your inheritance. It was rather like a freight train once it began to move, once the evil established itself then it grew in speed. It is out of control now. We are all those monkeys.
The best thing one can do is "Return to the Source" and take Responsibility for what one does and creates. This happens firstly within on an ultra personal level, then it expands outward very slowly. This is the best any can do at this moment in what is left of time. But doing it is now of the upmost importance, not putting it off, not ignoring its reality because it is not fun or nice or positive … but wait it is positive is it not … it is the most positive thing, at least it can be.
Get naked and look at yourself. How is your Temple doing … is it clean and well kept. Have you abused it, are you abusing it … is the roof going or is it the plumbing. If you think you are only a renter then your lease is up. If you understand you are not then perhaps some repairs are in order and ceasing the abusing might also help. Think about your family … expand this. Village -nation-world. All corrupt beyond your control. All of our Temples are being abused, assaulted, polluted and profaned. Such has the evil rooted and been allowed. The current situation may not be wholly our responsibility but doing nothing about it is. It starts not "small" but "from within" … or not.
As a musician in a band you have a responsibility to the other members, their families and your own. This is ongoing, never ceasing and permanent as long as you remain in the Band, the Tribe … the Clan. It is a very Ancient Truth and Principle and therefore well proven. Mankind is a social creature. Evil has broken this up and isolated entire populations. Does anyone in the USA really care if they exterminate all or most of the Blacks in Afrika as long as it "seems" to not affect them. This insanity has even been taken further now in the case of Fukushima where it is in fact exterminating an entire country and it is affecting the USA and even the entire world, yet it "seems" it is not and most ignore the realities involved year after year after year as it grows ever more worse. Monkeys … Planet of the Apes, believing their bananas have more radiation because another monkey in a suit says so… wtf. What is it. It is devolvement not enlightenment. "The Singularity" is in fact "The Stupidity" and it has already been reached. Transhumanism is a perverse "dream" being utilized as a means to alter, exterminate and control what is called now "Humanity"
Music and Musicians are more effective in inspiring, reaching, educating and motivating than any lying suited monkey who is nothing more than another puppet of the political filth and Evil Puss Bags who are traitorous to Humanity, the world and every living thing upon this entire planet. But most are "comfortably numb" and "comfortably dumb" … castrated without even knowing …farmed without even caring …used and abused. They worship the material not spiritual and ignore Responsibility and Right Action because it makes them uncomfortable … and they are cowards.
"A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history."
Mahatma Gandhi
A Band is but a small group and through music and creativity their influence, power and abilities can be great with far reaching consequence. All it takes to form one is to find a few who are what and who they say they are and have talent, creativity, determination and faith in what they do together. Ones who have bridged their Spiritual with their Physical. Some who are unafraid to take their Path, follow their Code and become Warriors of Spirit within the physical.
Spiritual Battles have raged unseen but now the Portals are opening and the War begins. This can not be ignored by any for much longer. For most it will be their tragic demise. Earth has become a hovel with its occupants or renters wallowing in their own filth. Let us hope the Creator or Great Spirit or whoever it may be, decide to evict the tenants before the house is utterly destroyed. Long ago there was a fork upon the Path which humanity took and the evil switched the left for the right. This is the reality of our world and what it has become. I believe that it is better to take Responsibility and Right Action than sit upon a flabby ass waiting for some "Saviour" to come. Even if and when this happens then which of us will be "saved". This is where I am coming from and this is where I am going.
I am not at all negative in any of this although to the blind I "appear" to be. I know my Path. I have seen it long ago. I am not fearful, I am faithful and angry. There is a great fire in me … but not in my belly. I am driven by Spirit and Faith and Will and shall remain so to the point of my Spirits departure from this body. I have strayed from my Path and at times done horrid things. these are my sins or regrets and I acknowledge them, try not to repeat any of them and make my wanderings from my Path brief and only hopefully one day soon only side glances. Such am I committed. In my search for musicians of a similar Ilk I sympathize very much with Lot.
I sit here finished with this scribble eating freshly picked figs which came from trees which I have planted and watered. It feels good and right and I shall miss these kind of mornings when they cease. I am not like most of you. But I am very like a few of you … stop hiding … confront yourself.
LATER … STAGE I
As soon as I find a suitable guitarist and or keyboardist, then I shall commence this Final Projeckt. I relate these primary steps to cultivate interest, solicit criticism - which I know I do not have to solicit here and garner opinion upon its merits and method.
I have selected a dozen or so songs from other Artists that have the "flavour" of my Projeckt. By utilizing the guitarist and or keyboardist along with a percussionist whom I have discovered here, I will get these songs together with a predominantly acoustic feel … creating each as a separate dramatic Piece of Performance Art. I shall construct a small backdrop … theatre flat … for each which will be painted accordingly and receive projection and lighting effects. There are a few places here where I may stage either one or several of these little Pieces. Auditoriums and Bars or Clubs abound here in relation to the size of the town due to the rampant tourism. I think I will first do the Bars and Clubs.
I have an excellent relationship with Beach Bum and The LightHouse as well as being approached by others offering to stage whatever I may do. I will try Beach bum first since I have already done the successful Body Painting thing there and the owner is young, American and into computers through his work in Phoenix bigtime, being sent all over the country on jobs. I will do live recordings of course but also initially I believe there is a good chance of doing a live stream from Beach Bum into Arizona and elsewhere. Then after doing a few of these events I may stage several Pieces together making an Event at the Municipal Auditorium. I can not help but think of "Bahgdad Cafe" here at times.
I prefer to always start a Band on an acoustic level firstly and then "electrify". As other musicians come they can be added and incorporated into the mix. The percussionist is not a drummer as such but an older exdrug addict Mexican who is known here as " the Master" since he is awesome and has played for years in almost every sort of band …. salsa to rock and jazz to whatever. He is totally possessed when he plays and looks very much like Max Schreck. I could ask for no one better.
If I am successful in this at some point then I will proceed to Stage II but not until I have a complete Band and established the marketing of the recordings upon the Internet. In the meantime I shall continue and add to such Performances and use them to make the network over which I can market The First And The Last …TFATL. The nature of these will demonstrate the quality of musicianship and artistry whilst building towards TFATL. This first product is multifaceted and can be used for demo and added to easily or cut tailoring length and content. Their purpose is also to make the
audiences start to "think" about their own reality and inform them of what is happening all around them. The more these can be streamed and displayed the better the effectiveness and more far reaching their consequences. If not then I shall market them on the Internet and also use my lists from Theatre Vampier and its decade of operation.
It must be noted that I have never achieved anything in the "normal" way. Upon the mountain my Path is not that which is well travelled but the views are vastly better. So now the race begins …. which will happen first … the Stages of my Projeckt TFATL or the extinction or meltdown of "society" . I like to think that there is enough time left for me to reach my next Destination despite the growing Totalitarianism of the NWO and its perverted projects.
Wish me luck and good fortune if you will and please feel free to weigh in at any time, tell me what you think, make a suggestion or criticism or not. It is only a matter of time when not "if" until Fukushima goes completely Critical … the collapse of Reactor 4or failure to pump enough seawater onto one or all of the 3 Reactors which have already melted down and gone "ChinaSyndrome" or another meltdown caused by earthquake, Tsunami, Stupidity or Sabotage. In the meantime enjoy the radiation as it accumulates along with the LIES from TEPCO and the governments of Japan and USA.
I do not intend to stay here any longer than I must and my stay could be cut short much sooner than I should like it to be dependent upon "developments". I will be posting pics related to all this when I or I should say my wife figures out how to do it. If any feel so inclined please tell us. When I came here 8 years ago I thought at that time I may be staying much longer but even prior to Fukushima I was making plans to leave. The Day after Fukushima we ceased eating seafood, playing in the rain and being outside as much as we could on days when the Death Winds blow from the NW.
This OutPost of Exile is becoming too close to the Border now, it is going to become radioactive like everywhere along the coast. Without seafood there is little else as everything has to be brought in including drinking water. It is becoming increasingly exposed. Directly across from us on the other side of the port is a Marine Base. It has seen growing activity over the past year even with Blackhawks. The police here were militarized two years ago. It is far too vulnerable now. No one seems to notice any of this. And I could go on.
Ta Live Well Die Well... sunt enim ultima tempora.
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