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AKA Damon Arvid. Under-the-radar writer, musician. Let's keep it that way. The cloud novels and other highlights are being collected at DamonArvid.com. To access all the music and Avocado Sun, click the big black box below.

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The Bern, the Bushes, and the annointed.

3/11/2016

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Hillary was feeling generous, shaking Bern's hand. So nice to be anointed, while having the Republican party implode.
Post-Michigan, I am enthused enough about Bernie Sanders "comeback" to feel generous.

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.
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Talahiv as I first saw them, coming in to jam. At first they were like wtf, but we had a real communication . They apologized after cause one of their main drummers was taking a hiatus for pregnancy. But it was an epic jam. Haven't seen that spirit since 1969.
Who knows, maybe all these devices will reappear? As it will be, so shall it flow.... In a way there is something cleansing about the loss of work that is not backed up. It is like that art project on Fremont Street in Las Vegas, where all the pieces are burnt after public creation. 

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.
Above, a photo essay of my time on Sinandigan and a small taste of Sabang, the "Center of Centers of Marine Biodiversity."

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*As Bob Marley put it, "Who feels it knows it Lord."
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