"Make your own dream.
That's the Beatles' story, isn't it?
That's Yoko's story, that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream.
If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do
anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't
expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob
Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it
yourself.
That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying
ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and
little instructions in various books that are now called holy and
worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the
instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always
will be.
There's nothing
new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide
it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you.
You can cure you."
John Lennon, 1980
Friday, December 08, 2017
Monday, October 09, 2017
Tuesday, October 03, 2017
I guess I'll know when I get there
I've sort of kept this one to myself during all these years (semi-years, okay) of this thing here, and that's on purpose. It's a talisman, and I know I've said there are others, and there are, but this is a real one.
It's not to play on a computer, in close quarters.
I waited until I was outside and could see the sky to hear this yesterday. It was the first thing I heard today, on the radio in the kitchen, tuned to music in the morning because there's not really another way to start out these days.
It doesn't have a lot of words, but every word matters. And the space between the words, I have to believe, is deliberate.
Maybe the space has to just be space.
It's not to play on a computer, in close quarters.
I waited until I was outside and could see the sky to hear this yesterday. It was the first thing I heard today, on the radio in the kitchen, tuned to music in the morning because there's not really another way to start out these days.
It doesn't have a lot of words, but every word matters. And the space between the words, I have to believe, is deliberate.
Well I started out [ ] down a dirty roadAnd here I am again, trying to summon emotion to grasp the un-graspable, when someone leaves when it's just utterly not the time (in fact, here this is just a week ago), and trying to fill the space with...something.
Started out [ ] all alone
Maybe the space has to just be space.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
You have done what no one thought could be
Stevie always happens just when you need him. Always. This wasn't even a shuffle event. This was my finger blindly opening Songs in the Key of Life as I clickwheeled my ipod in the blinding, second-day-of-summer sun.
Monday, March 06, 2017
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Friday, February 10, 2017
Open the door
I may have told this story already, but as a child, I thought "Phil and Don" was a couple, "Phil and Dawn," who, like the rest of the names, lived in the same house, or nearby.
Friday, January 27, 2017
It's too late to change events
Something comforting about this song to me today, beyond that it reminds me of any ordinary day during my summer stay in France, drinking hot chocolate in the morning out of a big bowl while pop radio blared overhead in the windowless self.
I think 1990 is becoming another musical It Year for me. Something to think about, especially these moments these days when all I wanna do is go back, not forward.
I think 1990 is becoming another musical It Year for me. Something to think about, especially these moments these days when all I wanna do is go back, not forward.
Monday, January 23, 2017
I know how hard is not to be younger
Here's what happens when you stand around the kitchen at 1:30 am with the radio that soothes the cat when she's home alone is still tuned to MeTV FM: a pioneer emerges. You don't hear about the first folks who went someplace, you hear about the grizzled, insane prospectors and the Donner Party, and such. The Wright Brothers, not Lawrence Hargrave, right? We know of the adders-on, not the builders, like Tom Rush.
This made my heart ache in the small, dark hours of the night.
And now, I need to go call my mother.
This made my heart ache in the small, dark hours of the night.
And now, I need to go call my mother.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Friday, January 20, 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Do what you know's good for you
Here we go. Soul music with soul -- which Prince heard and featured in one of his last albums, though it was first heard as a stream as fast, after events in Baltimore, as you can say "Ohio."
I hope she comes out with a full-length something this year.
I hope she comes out with a full-length something this year.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017
Doesn't seem like reality but it's here right in front of me
A recent good find, thanks to friendly and beneficent--and, ultimately, human-originated--web algorithms.
Also, some sun would be nice right about now.
Also, some sun would be nice right about now.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
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