A set of songs and poems, thoughts and food articles. I hope you enjoy.
Peace. Love. Faith.
(this photo against brick walls is from my lean years)
Mendocino Blues Poetry
Quartet for the mountains and the riverbanks
https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/zones-21-talking-with-jarad-1
So, I was talking with Jarad about some new music engineering equipment he brought over, a bit fascinated, a bit afraid, the Logic thing is so clear, bu t I was tired from yardwork. While we talked I was playing/recording smooth Windham Hill type piano mood music on the smooth jazz side. So, I finished it up. And then I could not find it. worked on notes for a quartet for later. Thought why not work on this piece as a question mark of sorts. Like Brahams in a bad mood wanting to pick a fight with Korngold (time travel, Tardis involved of course). So here’s the thing, I worked and played and changed instruments, added, subtracted, played, cut, moved around, and here we have what sounds like a good day in the musical fusion world. Odd, Brahams felt like he was pacing the room cussin’ me out the whole time. The ode to The Heaven is near the haflway mark where resolutions begin to appear. I hope and would fiercely honored if you listen to this and let it have a few plays before making an opinion.
Wandering Blue (for)
3 grand pianos in different settings.
Afternoon Jazz for Mike H. and Joe C.
Well, being written between 6 am and 10 am it ain’t exactly afternoon jazz, but that was the feeling I was going for here. These two guys pretty much are in the background of every poem I have or will write, such blood brothers are hard to find and even to think of them I feel blessed that they found me worth having as a friend. So yeah, back to the jazz thing; this is seventies kind of jazz. Still me, can’t take that away, a bunch have flushed me away, but I’m still here Dean, still writing and staying with the crafts God blessed us all to love, and so I do, and so I am, an Artist, and thanks to you two I stayed with it all my willd ass to monk like life, you are my brothers along with Don Chambers, a great man who knows the entiretiy of what is “I” for me. But jazz is hard, so I had to think of them all and what we listened to. Richard Mehlinger and Larry Hicks, Billy Woods and I dug the seventies jazz thing pretty heavy as well. So much Music. So much life to live.
I hope I have done you all well. I hope I have stayed true to poetry and music. I have been so naked and afraid here but it’s the only venue to even get four or five people if not just one to really listen and let the music be the world from which it arose; not the world of our wants and critique, but the thing that is. Here, the that that is is “Me”. I love you.
Shanghai Sunset 1805, Zones Concerto
Shanghai Sunset 1805, Zones Concerto
A mix of Chinese and Western Classical instruments for composition of a contemporary, 21st century, concerto. The beginning was a mess. I worked till near dawn. Slept a few hours dreamt I was wrestleing the great bear, the constellation, in a stand of bamboo, it went on for a dream time while, my old Great Pyrennees dog Lonnie (short for Bastion of Avalon purebred thing), his parents had killed a bear while guarding their sheep farm over in Sonoma Valley.
I lived in Mendocino at the time, hence the wonder of this beauty of a 130lb white and silver dog crashing through the bamboo to fight the bear and ….I woke up. And this is what happened as a result of this wonderous dream story.
Please Share. I am sure for some it is a bothersome fly on the windsheild and is brushed aside to the darkness of “hide from timeline”, but I hope you do not and in the end find pleasure in this mix of east and west from a place out of where dreams are born.
Ghost Music The Center of A Phase
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]Dig this. This is what I am talking about when I speak of music reaching for the distance of the heart to God, there is none, but many of us try to destroy this blessed assoiation and all I can do is see it in just about everything I do: presence. When the asshat patrol cruises through and lays an electric earth on top of a spiritual phase, out of the nocturnal into dawn. I hope someone finds pleasure in this, I pray I find my angels Raphael and Padre Pio on a good day. I find I am in the margins talking to none but the Lord in the bardo, I am drifting and it feels the touch of my protector Angels and Saints, let me know your way, let me know this bardo state, this purgatory, and I pray, meditate that time itself lets go and I just get to enjoy a song for a while And that is what this was born from just minutes ago, this is my soul in the morning light. Where is yours? If it is work, that’s cool, just remember to let your heartbeat with the love of our Lord, of Love and Patience. Create or destroy, we must move the flesh that blocks our journey to faith. always moving and building, and it is alright. Put a bit of faith in all we do, hunh? How about it? Hope Faith Love and a good laugh from time to time.
And that is what I am doing here, hoping this song gives you a smile. Please. Just a little bit, edges curved upwards, top teeth shining through to greet the part of us that is Rising, Rising towards what is Holy every day.
Thank you Saints Raphael and Padre Pio, the Compassionate heart of Christ the Lord, and the patience shown by Mother Mary. Thank you. Thank the Holy Spirit which unties us all.
Don’t freak out or back away from me, alll I am doing is basically repeating blessed writings and meditations. Trying to play as much as I can while I am able, while I am here.
Zones Come on Dog Days
This is a fun one that rose up out of a sleepless night, as dog days do in the their nights with temperature playing games, gnats finding new entrances, armadillos are Tarkus and that’s it for now, how strange to not sleep but to feel the heat coming in just by the color of the green leaves at dawn. We asked for it. We could have changed it all in 1970 then again in 2000 but the bad guys won, they sucked up the the poison and let dark angels have their way. We asked for it, we did not ask for it. I did not. So here it is, so be it. Have a cold latte and find your way into the day. Peace Love Hope Faith
I knew my homeland, I don’t
Five minute work of a condensed vision of several Bruckner symphonic themes. Very compressed so hopefully I was able to transfer the sense fo being home but this just dost not feel like my Georgia anymore, I never know which dialect of thinking I enccounter until they are angry, I’m confused and feel like the same thing is being said over and over, but undersanding on the level of fiendship itself is lost in the attempt to translate even the simplst forms of communication.The subject and ohject are the same, but meaning becomes interchangeable between sign and signified, when put to the test of ordinary language, lingistict, and most of all, intention. I am lost in the sanctuary that once gave me such assurance of faith and belief. It’s people. It always comes down to my forever inability to for primary forms of speech. So, I applied the same to Bruckner in shrinking it all down to one compressed two movement statement. It is poety.
Perpetual Space
https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/perpetual-space
48:23:10:09 Something special here that was a dream task of sorts for a long time and now it is at a long time. There is a feel, for me, you may want to plug your ears and damn the day you heard or heart this. But why do that to yourself? Why pain, why hurt, why bring distress, why damn the innocent, why hunt for evil, why seek to marginalize people, why kill for the love of some damnation, why not seek love, why not seek what is good, why not create, why not have a nice word, a smile, why not walk away from someone who is just being an asshole, why step into an elevator with a tiger, why tease the dead, why do anything at all if it does not lean towards the creative, towards helping others ,towards an expression of God given creative force, why destroy, why nihilism, why force a people to such extremes that the world itself is being bombed, and come on hateful have all the answers people, I can smell the pitch and sulpher already.
This is from deep in the recesses of dream and is not atonal, not a song, not a vision, not anything except for what it is, Perpetual space. Truly, I hope that whoever may listen to this will find the edame cloudlite in a storm reaching for God. Some people think they have the answers, I did at 16, but we never do, really. Answers are evasive, some are black and white, some have live, some swim deep in the underwater mountains of the Pacific. I think this is quite black and white. It is Perpetual space, except with music. And there is a bit of silence around 20 minute mark but it awakens with a mountain drum. Not exactly Cage silence or the 60s trailblazers, You have to be quiet going by Jupiter, that planet has a temper. HA!
Raphael and Padre Pio in cliassical motif. Others are much better than I in al istances Ijust poe=
As light and as spiritually heavy as these two wonderful Saints can be felt from my own humble perspective and contemplative existence. If one must hate me for being a Ctholic these past 6 years then please do so, I will start over and speak even less that I did my first year hear among the Saturday night prayers and whispers. I am saddened by the negativity under the rugs, yet hold strong in my love for God, the angels and saints for keeping me alive long enough to repent and hopefully bring in a new catholic or two. For any who may hold a grudge, hate or negativity towards me for having been blessed by miracles . I call Padre Pio and Raphael. The beautiful and beloved Rahael, the humour among the steadfastsdsssssssssssssssssssssssddakkkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddsssssssssssssss
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