Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

We all do it.

Oh, I get like this sometimes. Thinking that things fit into grandiose socio-political cause-effect patterns. Stateside and in the UK in particular, after two World Wars, Korea, and the Vietnam tragedy and draft, there was a real rejection of what seemed a dangerously accelerated extension of the sa...

Pretty much. That's when most of the damage was done

Rock music had a rebellion until no longer relevant. Life does that. It ripped off the blues and did shows and choked on its vomit, oh the drugs. Obviously it couldn't last. Oh the drink and drugs. Then synthesizers took over in the Year of Our Lord 1980s, yet yhe whole thing was still on trial afte...

Thanks Doreen. It's a shortened version of part of a long rambling "prose poem" (?) I wrote years ago.

This is the "turned up loud" side of the dub pulse. There is also a "turned down low" side, where reverb and echo seem to ripple out across the land. Either way, it fills an expanse.

"Politics" has been turned into some sort of Circus. Some sort of bizarre Tribal War, driven by disinformation and demonization. Divide and Conquer by the powers that be. Ultimately, toxic pathology.

In the beginning, rock, and vibrations of rock. A time riddle, infinite middle. The word was dub; word was with dub. The monster massive slowed down low. Reverb careening down the valley. The roots man on a big beat earth. The big dog woofer grumbling. Psalms of the heavy rumbling in holy rolling bo...

It's difficult to know just how to reach out, for sure. Hopefully, family support is strong.

Actually, I just remembered, that discussion about spirit animals (called totems) happened here on S-8 years ago. On Hester's (retired) Mystic Arts Artlog.

I actually made it down to their place 4 times- 2004, 2005, 2014 and 2017. On my second visit we talked about spirit animals, a Native American idea that has been criticized as "cultural appropriation," yet it kind of fascinates me. I told how when I was 6 years old a crow walked behind me and follo...

Every time his lips are moving.

I really liked Cecil. I remember our conversations, onscreen, by phone and in person. I love how Sooz and Cec and I joked about my "new rain powers" when I visited their house the second time when the desert was cold and rainy. Cecil and I relaxed on the back porch, and he told a story about being a...

I, on a few occasions, have managed to return to a few of my favorite spots in the desert wilderness, though necessarily on foot, and yes, I experienced a triumphant sense each time.

Thanks, Mr. saw. It's not a good "poem," really. If perezozo was here, he'd crush this one. It's (arguably) too political and didactic, (arguably) inappropriate and inartistic. It's (arguably) too heavy-handed. (Arguably) could be accused of stating the obvious. Yet, re: its subject, the ultimate em...

This is a jazz piece,
a classical piece of
unvarnished truth,
a little punk too.

Trump is a liar.
Trump is the liar,
a pathological liar,
a two time purveyor.

Yes, these are all good!