listening to Ne-Ne by Soulive. Well now I am blogging. I have decided for this entry not to use my traditional line breaks. So technically i think that means I am writing prose. This is exciting for me. My heart is sad, finitely. My mind is like the moon. I am sweating in my office. But i just turned off the lights and lit the Jesus Candle. and now my writing can take off leaving the catepillar in the dust now a butterfly, i am in love with the sizzle cymbal, you just touch it and the whole universe shimmers, it's a miracle. Truly it's a miracle, the dynamics you play with mirror your life exactly, your feelings, your ritual, your own trance, you can get inside your instrument, shamanic shape shifting you can become which is why i want hand made instruments of beauty, crafted with awareness and love and made straight from the earth. God outside, go outside and watch a tree and that is how to drum that is your ground zero, the sensual tremor of the void flickering like sunlight on the ocean, that is the ground zero of music, the shivering silence made of light, and then when you foray into forte the F zone where the violence of ecstasy happens you remember it because you are sitting in the shade of a tree and then the tree gets hit by lightning you feel it, you feel the f more when you are relaxed, you feel sex more when you're relaxed and breathing into your crotch, well music is breathing into your crotch publicly being like a tree naturally giving and gentle and unafraid of lightning, welcoming the storm of feelings welcoming the violence of God and Creation welcoming the rising waters, and drumset is it's own universe and the guitar with all of its primordial darkness is its own universe, and the bass with its Lochness invisibility is its own universe, and the voice, what a miracle God has created with the voice, the silken thread like a phone line right into the heart the dark tunnel of the throat like a birth into the light, into the tides of incarnation to sail to its own annihilation in an echo against the wall to give back to vibrate the the fundamental matrix itself sending its translucent waves like angels into the void, that black swimming pool of the new moon, god bless that ground zero deeper than the effortless gifts of the trees, this is something to sing and rejoice about, we are surrounded by light, surrounded by love, and our deepest, highest, most profound desires, are cherished and cultivated by the Great Spirit and all the animals and all the plants and trees and all the elements are perpetually working for the construction of a temple within the black heart that we all share, eternal surely, surely not, surely, surely not, yin yang, night day, upstroke downstroke, get up for the downstroke. Listening to Ne-Ne for the third time. feeling the divine grace of bass, the smash ash bone blossom of the snare drum, feeling the rose-nectared tongue of the saxophone, feeling the sinews extending from roaring river of the guitar, Jesus what a miracle that everyone stands in their dark corner offering notes and gaps between notes and concocting and entity that lives and breaths, it's like puppetry in the abstract, pointing to the hands, pointing to the mouth, pointing to the lips, and then walking down the street, dancing on the benches because the ecstasy cannot be contained, this is the gift of music, the transformation of the environment from draught to monsoon, from heat to cold, restoring the balance in the battle of opposites, a harmony, coexistence really is the vision of music, all races, all times, all religions, in their highest glorified potential, music is the model for an exalted society, and that is why I have devoted and will continue to devote my life to this absolute miracle, in awe of the power of nature and its ruthless sublime law I in deed believe we are all blessed with music, SING!