Tuesday Afternoon
"I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way
It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away..."
It is Tuesday Afternoon in the Universe. Or the Multiverse. Actually it's only Tuesday afternoon in and around our time zone, in our hemisphere (in our heads).
I have successfully mixed down the live version of "Candyman" from Saturday night. I also mixed down "When the Man Comes Around" and am getting ready to set up to record some more. I have heard tell that there is a possibility of storms this evening. I would just like to extend an invitation to those storms, and to Mama Nature/Mother Earth to blast us with some good wind, hail, rain, lightning and thunder. In the meantime I'll be meditating upon the weirdness of producing sound. It's weird because sound produces everything in creation, including all the matter and energy that makes up a human being. So here I am, a creation of sound, creating sound. I'm producing a sonic imprint that when invoked induces a particular vibratory energy field, but I myself am a product of a vibratory energy field produced by sound. It is in this way that all things are karmically implicated in all other things. "Things" as we normally think of them don't exist... it is simply a continuum of energetically subtle interbeing. So am I really writing or even singing these songs? Some might say so, but I know better.
It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away..."
It is Tuesday Afternoon in the Universe. Or the Multiverse. Actually it's only Tuesday afternoon in and around our time zone, in our hemisphere (in our heads).
I have successfully mixed down the live version of "Candyman" from Saturday night. I also mixed down "When the Man Comes Around" and am getting ready to set up to record some more. I have heard tell that there is a possibility of storms this evening. I would just like to extend an invitation to those storms, and to Mama Nature/Mother Earth to blast us with some good wind, hail, rain, lightning and thunder. In the meantime I'll be meditating upon the weirdness of producing sound. It's weird because sound produces everything in creation, including all the matter and energy that makes up a human being. So here I am, a creation of sound, creating sound. I'm producing a sonic imprint that when invoked induces a particular vibratory energy field, but I myself am a product of a vibratory energy field produced by sound. It is in this way that all things are karmically implicated in all other things. "Things" as we normally think of them don't exist... it is simply a continuum of energetically subtle interbeing. So am I really writing or even singing these songs? Some might say so, but I know better.