We need Bernie Sanders. Possibly we also need Donald Trump, who knows? We need Marc Rubio and we need John Kasich. Hell, we need Al Gore and Jimmy Carter (more than ever). We need George W. Bush's art and George H. Bush's wisdom in repudiating his son's vision. We needed Kennedy, we needed the Stones (after all it was you and me).
We need a bush of burning fire. We need a way forward, in variegated unity. All the losers, mopers, wheelers, lawyers, assholes, fence-posts, milling dealers. Feel the Bern.*
To this we add the con men, the jammers, the last energetic souls on the last forgotten beach. The vista seekers.
I have not expressed how rude this quest is. The Dig Ye flows like wine, from outside looking in (belly button window).
In other news, through loss/theft of devices in recent weeks, I have lost a number of key jams that I wish I could have shared by now. A really far out (think tribal Philippines meets Jefferson Airplane) night with Talahiv at bar1951 on Adriactico. A recent reunion jam with Louie at Delgado's on White Beach, Puerto Gallera. And a lot of other experimental stuff. Just vibes and scales, bamboo trying for new pulses, vibrations.
In any case, the stuff in the musical pipe keeps getting better and better. There is now an intricate Malasimbo Festival jam circle that I am stitching together (with a little ukulele trio and some field recordings thrown in). Those were salvaged, somehow through device interaction.
We need a burning bush, we need a burning bush.
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*As Bob Marley put it, "Who feels it knows it Lord."