Music and Ink…..and blogging
I woke this morning with full awareness that my mind and spirit were connected, attached to my body that was hurling through space on a giant rock. That rock was spinning in a beautiful dance of gravity playing a part in an endless universe … which may be just a drop in a vast ocean of countless other universes.
Yeah baby, I’m back!
It makes all the mundane connections with people I know seem nothing short of miraculous.– I mean,… to make “me”— all these weird connections of people, places and things over the eons of time since before we even got to living in the caves – I just think about that — everything had to line up or this “me” that is writing would not be here—- and that goes the same for each person that reads this — and also the same for the lady at the deli that I will let cut in ahead of me because she has two screaming kids and needs to get her maple ham and American cheese.
Which makes the connections that are truly “special” nothing short of divine because ….. I mean, …. What are the chances that you and me have a conversation?
It just causes the brain to ignite and fire countless neurons to not figure out.
You may think that this is a strange —- but I think like this all the time —– and have not thought like this in many weeks.
Because I was not connected.
My mind was in severe pain – my spirit was lost and whirring out of control – and my body seemed to disconnected.
They said I was depressed – I don’t know if that word fits – but I will go with it because it and me were so similar that you could not tell us apart even at a short distance.
So we go to ink –
A thought in my mind – that becomes a sketch (in fact, many sketches before it was right) – that goes into illustrator to become a vector – that sings to me in a perfect riot of frenzied negative space.
My mind thinks it – my spirit is at peace with it – the tattoo artist inks it to my body – we are all together again. One happy family that is the trio of the Wayne. I am here – I am validated.
My first tattoo – and already thinking how to add to it.
And as I ran through the chords of “Key to the Highway” last night on my acoustic guitar — I understand what Big Bill Broonzy was saying – I understand the feeling – I understand the blues.
I get it – there are things and feelings that we all share – that are the human condition – It’s part of jamming a spirit in a body and having a mind trying to figure out what to do with it- how to make a way – how to rise above and move forward.
Isn’t that part of why we blog? This need to connect and validate our existence.
I play a lot of guitar and I sing all the time – this is new – but was always there.
I just could not put in the work to access it – I don’t feel like that anymore.
I feel that I have nothing to fear – I feel that I better get whatever is in there out.
Be dammed if it is good or bad or indifferent.
Just get it out!
So I feel better – And the only reason I am writing instead of playing right now is because it is too early and I will wake the kids.
I leave you with a new song that speaks to me – attitude and blues – I need it.
Sad to report that I lost my wife this morning.
We are coming up on three years since she was diagnosed and I refuse to say that she lost her battle with cancer.
She did not lose anything.
She fought, she kept her spirit and she cared for those around her more than herself.
She was an amazing woman and I am lucky to have met her – she took a wreck of a human being and made him happy.
Truly happy and truly blessed.
There is no more that a person can do in this world – and no more can be expected.
She turned the light on in my soul –
The last great buffalo herd was shot in 1898 yesterday.
I saw it on the news before I went to work – 15 bison running next to the highway in frantic formation.
A taste of what we lost.
I know this is a just a small glimmer of what these beasts once meant.
In a former time they were free to roam and they were legion.
And now we got a few “escaped convicts” from a local meat farm answering their instincts and on the run.
They swam across the Hudson River. They ran across interstate highways.
They moved as one – the adults and the young – these tremendous artifacts of a bygone era.
I have to admit when I saw them running – it made me feel good.
This is what they are supposed to do – run from place to place – in a big country that lets you go forever – they are made for this – battering-ram-monsters of freedom.
“Give me a home where the buffalo roam”
This is friggin’ awesome!
But the wheel has turned
Their time is done.
The farm they escaped from employed a few hunters to gun them down (as was their right, according to officials on the scene) – The State police called it “an ugly affair” – with one hunter possibly facing criminal charges for refusing to “finish off” a wounded animal. In all, 22 animals were slaughtered if you include a few shot earlier. All agree– there was no other choice – these animals are too big to contain and too dangerous to let run free.
The meat could not be cared for and got to the buffalo butcher for three months, (not many buffalo meat cutters around, I guess) – so it was deemed no good for human consumption.
This is shades of Buffalo Bill and the other wranglers that forced the land to submission by killing and leaving the skinned carcasses to rot where they were dropped.
No food and clothing – no life for the native people that depended on this animal for countless generations.
Build the railroads and build the new America.
The wheels are turning – progress – industrial might and other stuff all coming to a suburb near you.
But first the buffalo had to go.
I once had the honor to see this man in a club for a 3 dollar cover charge during a big snowstorm when the place was almost empty. It did not matter if it was 20 people or 50,000 to Mr. Johnny Copeland. He went to work.
Stays with me today.
When I first heard “Take me to Church” – I completely lost it – “What is this crap spewing forth from my new favorite radio station?”
And it kept spewing:
It made the song of the day
It made the song of the week
It made the friggin’ song of the year
Hozier is the anointed saint of music for 2014 and I hate this song!!!!
A hymn about sex – and it is not subtle
Not even a little bit
It blends two things that don’t blend well in a clunky and brutal manner – like say — one of those weird Japanese desert flavors.
Grab two scoops of == Whale Shark Ice Cream ==
I love Whale Sharks – soothingly beautiful giants gently coasting in pristine blue tropical waters —- and who doesn’t like ice cream?
But together? – I get a reaction like I get from this song. It is a queasiness in my spirit.
And this fish is not even cooked – just chopped up and mixed in.
Yuck! Stop it!
I hate this song and all it stands for.
And now for something completely different:
Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene – Hozier
This is soulful and rich. It has nodes of gospel and blues. It is intense – this dude is from Memphis, right?
No—-Ireland? —- And it is that same guy who perpetrated the gratuitous crime of a song detailed at the start of this post?
Color me with a big ol’ paintbrush of converted to this beat.
This is a great song.
Yes, it mixes genres up – but the blend is tasty this time around.
This is ===Raspberry Swirled Vanilla with a Chocolate drizzle === [or whatever epic flavor you want to add].
Bitter raspberry on cool vanilla with quality rich cocoa – does not get better than this.
Cheers from the Cave!
Notes on the title for this post:
Wondier is “Wonder” with that Hozier “i” added. (I know, hilarious wordplay)
Wankier is “Wanker” with that Hozier “i” added. For further explanation of the word “Wanker” – I suggest you move to England or simply watch “Spinal Tap” —in fact, everyone should watch Spinal tap at least once every 5 years to remind themselves of the beauty and tragedy with humor in all of rock music.
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts – Here starts the “one hit wonder” phase for the hall.
“Hey dude-Joan Jett rocked and she was hot-I know she had another song after I love Rock and Roll – I just can’t think of it –hang on let me google this.”
If that is the typical reaction- I ask you – Hall worthy? – I think not.
Bill Withers – at least his “one” hit was so good that I almost don’t have to list it. Ain’t no Sunshine is something else –but again –I have to google to find something else.
Before you say that I am not a dedicated music fan because I don’t know the catalog of these important artists — really —- seriously —- Music fans are crazy and subjective —but find me one – just one— that had either of these “classic-serious-music-stars” tattooed on them anywhere – I don’t care how drunk they were!!!
It has not happened.
Now let’s get to serious Artists:
In the spirit of: We need to add Ringo because all the other Beatles are in separately and we need the complete set.
“Let’s make up an award that will fit him.”
Hey- I got it – he always chooses excellent musicians to hang out with- how about AWARD FOR MUSICAL EXCELLENCE—Really RRHOF? If Joan Jett gets in for her insightful lyrics—why not man up and put Ringo in for his great writing like … “no no no no I don’t smoke it no more, I’m tired of waking up on the floor.”
I blame the Kiss induction of last year for these “treasures” going in. It lowered the bar and declared open season in Cleveland for all the flash.
The others I have no problem with:
Lou Reed and SVR are icons. If you ever heard “Sweet Jane” on the radio or were ever lucky enough to be there when Stevie stepped on a wah wah pedal—MAGIC BABY, MAGIC!
Paul Butterfield is good honest hardworking blue-collar blues.
Green Day is an actual successful rock band in an era devoid of actual successful rock bands.
I don’t know -The “5” Royales – but I will give the hall the benefit of the doubt.
BUT-deny “The Smiths”? Whatever you think of Morrissey- this band was a game changer.
I also would have put Kraftwerk in ahead of that first batch I mentioned.
But hey- I am just a simple blogger.
Cheers from the cave!