Love

Here we are again. Some points to note:

1) La Banda "El Recodo": Banda music has a particular distinction of appropriating musical elements of colonialism and channeling a national, local, plebeian, indigenous expression, messaging a connection VERY SUCCSSFULLY.



2) Spiritism in Music: Perhaps using this word non-traditionally, I, on a recent trip abroad, encountered that many very capable musicians have a very determined, yet organically created love for themselves, others and G*d.

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remind me of that.

Music is bad for me

Murakami writes in "What I talk about When I talk about Running" about how he needs to run. A novelist holds a dangerous profession (read the book). Unhealthy. Compromising.

Music has hurt* me at times.

again,



*Original word was "fucked", not hurt.

my new hang

Calpulli

I've been blessed to have been in great company for the past few weeks. I have also entered into community with some world class folks.

A unifying element I see in all: A passion for knowledge. Language, craft, work, family.

Also from a recent show:

Now's the time (to lose credibility?)

Here's some Feist:


Here's some Kanye:


I've been told to write a poem. I've been asked to get "my shit" "together". I've been nurtured. I've been blessed.

I've seen greatness. I've lived. I've cried with remorse. I've been ashamed.

Why all this now?

I set white flowers, burned incense, and played loud loud music. I've fallen in love with a song. I've been forgotten and replaced. I long for.

(Bitterly, goddammit) Here's some Facundo:

I heard a rumor in El Paso Texas, of all places, today that Barack Has Cancer?!?!

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=26675624844&ref=nf

My half brother voted for W twice.

poem #1

good breeze,
fell short.