She Held His Hand


β€œI want to tell you a song about a girl, but I can’t find my way back home again, and then we did” Just because I copped a phrase from the original.

Some of the songs have been moved around or lost after I changed format. Hopefully not too much has been changed. This stuff took way more time and effort than I thought it would when I wanted to update the look and categories for the songs. Everything here is also on SoundCloud except for my published poetry and food articles which I hope have not been screwed up.

Source: She Held His Hand (For EK)

 

 

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Children of the Manticore (morning song with two pianos)


This has gone through a dozen transformations from five piece down to two. I was happy with two. Each piano has two different programming techniques. Each note is played. I started on it yesterday, slept, and returned to the piano when I woke up, drinking cardamom tea, so it is radically transformed from what it was in the first four to 11 styles, playing, instruments, everything. Manticore is from Emerson, Lake and Palmer. I have written many dedications to Keith Emerson who we lost last year along with Greg Lake. I attribute their entire work to introducing a generation to modern classical music as well as prog rock. I hope you feel the dedication to an artistic idol in this 8 minute work. Love. Peace. Hope. To all, peace love

Holy Breeze Before the Comets Go


Continuation on my imaginings of songs from space, angels melodies whether we agree they are melodic or not, to me they are songs of the soul, of God whispering and shouting, demanding and accepting, beautifully of the body and of spirit, these things these comets that race the universe alone dropping off bits and pieces of matter that in turn become the stuff of birthing planets and dying suns, it sounds like this to me, it always does…and for a birthday I am doing what I love the most, creating, whether it be in music, poetry, food or love, I am happiest feeling that somewhere someone feels the sounds and songs as I do. “as” I do. Love. Peace.

Into a starless beyond


Long meditation on the dying of my thoughts in times so very far away so long ago, it’s hard to describe hard to understand so it is just music, a heavily worked out effort a time that almost destroyed me, and in a way I feel it falling back upon me, pushing me outwards from here into a dreadful, mysterious, place where even ghosts ignore, the fear behind a spiritual crisis so strong and ignoble I don’t know how to talk about except in a wordless, placeless, timeless beyond

Distant Neptune, of why our ethos, our heart, our fever dreams


I was thinking about….as so many things begin…of ethics and necessity. Distant planet one and the song undulating forever in our preconscious not knowing if to play in happiness or to recover the message and sustained artifacts of the struggle over being and decay, of becoming and destruction, of why. Yeah, just ending with “of why.”

Peace Memorial 2016



Farewell to who were so brilliant and inspiring. Goodbye beloved land, our musical heroes, artists, actors and souls of God. A year, a heartbreak all in one; and yet in spite of a nation devoted to hatreds and greatest of stupid moves, there were a few things that rose to the surface and granted peace in what was lost and what was found. Pray for me. Pray for us.

Meditation: Heart Chakra Prayer for Peace, Chaos & Balance


A meditation using singing bowls. As this is a Prayer for Peace for the Heart Chakra, Balance and Chaos at times are in the mix.
This one is more intense, the breathing must push out the bad atmosphere to move the mind and heart able to absorb love/peace as positive from all that surrounds, this is the balance.
Afterwards, allow 5 to 20 minutes of breathing. Sandalwood and aloe wood; and jasmine & amber are best incense for any meditation, really.
I hope the unintentional sound of my movements does not interfere with the essence of the prayer to peace.

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