Archive for January, 2012

new song / video > corrupt politician blues

Sunday, January 29th, 2012
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corrupt politicians doing their jobs

corrupt politicians doing their jobs

OK – this took a little longer than planned for a couple of reasons…one was the unstable and crash prone mac book I was editing the video on…seriously – this thing lost hours of edits for no apparent reason – one of the least pleasant editing jobs I’ve done. Also I have been busy with several projects helping other folks with their music, and studio installation, and well, so many hours in the day you know? I wrote this song, hanging it on a fairly straightforward blues bed progression. Originally I wanted to shoot everything from one angle – but I couldn’t figure out how to get the drums by my audio workstation flatscreen…sooo…yeah. Anyway this is written as a response to the greed and crooked politicians we have on all sides of the party fence. Democrats, Republicans, Independents…it seems the only thing you need is the job – and most respond in the appropriately greedy self serving fashion. Throw Them All Out was a book recently written that covers some of the more disgusting aspects of the insider trading scam…and that’s just one of many money grabbing schemes our electeds are wallowing in. So – I include the song, the lyrics, and both QuickTime and Flash video for your listening / viewing pleasure. The small button with the circle streams the song, the video stream is available by pressing the arrow in the black box, and Quicktime is below that. Maybe this song will strike a chord in you…are you feelin those corrupt politician blues baaaaaaybay?

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Corrupt Politician Blues

I’ve got those corrupt politician blues now baby

Ahhhh they’re comin down comin down comin down on me yeah

Those corrupt politicians man – everywhere I look I see em

Ohhh and those corrupt politicians now

They’re taking my money and my freedom and my time and they

Waste it all all over the place and nobody knows what they’re doin with it now momma

And it’s just a big fat disgrace

Ohhhhhh yeah yeah yeah

What we’re gonna do – thinkin we’re gonna have to change it around

On the top now momma yeah yeah yeah we’ll have to change it around on top now

Let’s play the guitar a little bit here

>>>guitar solo<<<< Wellllllllll now baby - I got those corrupt politician blues now And it's breakin my heart now baby and I don't know what to do but I Got an idea and i'm thinkin maybe We can all go out and have ourselves a vote Get rid of Harry Reid and Nany Pelosi and Corzine and the guys in the Court Maybe we'll just hand the man on the top a big fat "L" I think you know who I'm talkin about his names Obama - ahhh what the heck you know Waaaaahhhhhhhh ohhh now now now we're gonna have to change it we're gonna have to do ohhh somethin else up on top oh move it around around we call it the politician blues now yeah yeah yeah do you wanna join me yeah yeah


Thursday, January 19th, 2012
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do the spirits of the air, called into existence by the pulsing vibrations of melody and harmony, converse with him. They are the familiars that he can send forth speeding to all hearts with messages too subtle for words,- sometimes sparkling with irresistable mirth, at others wild with terror and despair, or filled with sweet whispers of imperishable consolation. All this and far more than any words can utter, was to be done, and has been done, for man, by music.


I am not going dark today …

Wednesday, January 18th, 2012
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but we all should tell our congressmember about how we feel about SOPA!

George Macdonald excerpt > A Dish Of Orts

Monday, January 16th, 2012
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Oneness with God is the sole truth of humanity. Life parted from its causative life would be no life; it would at best be but a barrack of corruption, an outpost of annihilation. In proportion as the union is incomplete, the derived life is imperfect. And no man can be one with neighbour, child, dearest, except as he is one with his origin; and he fails of his perfection so long as there is one being in the universe he could not love.

…Of all men he is bound to hold his face like a flint in witness of this truth who owes everything that makes for eternal good, to the belief that at the heart of things and causing them to be, at the centre of monad, of world, of protoplastic mass, of loving dog, and of man most cruel, is an absolute, perfect love; and that in the man Christ Jesus this love is with us men to take us home. To nothing else do I for one owe any grasp upon life. In this I see the setting right of all things. To the man who believes in the Son of God, poetry returns in a mighty wave; history unrolls itself in harmony; science shows crowned with its own aureole of holiness…

…There is no enlivener of the imagination, no enabler of the judgment, no strengthener of the intellect, to compare with the belief in a live Ideal, at the heart of all personality, as of every law….



remix > oh

Friday, January 13th, 2012
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this one actually goes back to 2008ish…and this version is IMO much better than my original. Trina nailed it as usual – and if I am honest, my original is a little embarrassing when compared to this, but you know, one of the great joys of the new media era is the possibility of releasing sketches, demos, multiple versions and whatever else strikes ones fancy / muse / or imagination. Oh has a sitar – ish solo and lyrically is a kind of contrasty song.

Praise you Lord , for this good day, I will be glad

Down here in the valley, broken glass in the back alley


I sing to you Lord, on this good day, I will rejoice

Though sins at my door, gonna collar it with my Lord



On my knees and pray, cause I need your help today, if I’m gonna make it through the day

Though I’m sweatin and I’m bleedin, I know the Lord will meet my every need




Music > Martin Luther

Friday, January 6th, 2012
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Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.

My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.

Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.

Music >Shelley

Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012
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I pant for the music which is divine,
My heart in its thirst is a dying flower;
Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,
Loosen the notes in a silver shower;
Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain,
I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.

Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound,
More, oh more,—I am thirsting yet;
It loosens the serpent which care has bound
Upon my heart to stifle it;
The dissolving strain, through every vein,
Passes into my heart and brain.

As the scent of a violet withered up,
Which grew by the brink of a silver lake,
When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup,
And mist there was none its thirst to slake—
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
On the wings of the wind o’er the waters blue—

As one who drinks from a charmed cup
Of foaming, and sparkling, and murmuring wine,
Whom, a mighty Enchantress filling up,
Invites to love with her kiss divine…