I understand that life itself is not always groovy and I understand that a lot of musicians have put themselves in very bad ways. But the death of Jimi Hendrix was tragic and I'll tell you why––relatively sober, Clapton-style, he would have led the way to a new way of looking at America's ethnicity problems––which were not problems, but potential to evolve. Some people never forgot that original vision.
Intelligence is defined in so many ways. What comes up as written ability in some arises as music in others. I am blessed in having the linguistic capacity to write my own shit in exactly the way I want to present it. This had to do with forgetting grammar and focusing on other aspects of language, starting in eighth grade. If I could read Shakespeare and predict him, then I had to move on.
To Hendrix and others (too numerous to name), music was going to be a means of transformation. And it began with protecting the eardrums. Savoring music rather than allowing it to eat you, first step toward maturity. Hendrix was guided by demons toward the end of his career, but his music was questing for salvation.
New Rays of the Evolving Sun
I like an idiot wandered around the gates and then through, and then lived deep in it, and then took a rapid turn. This was the Tao and it left me off, intentionally where I began. Except it was different. This practice of observing and writing was never more than a practice of learning to live as I felt most free, in myself. So that when I came into contact with others it would be willingly and with best intent. And when I thought over the events of the day, and the week, I would have much to mull over.
I have in me music. I have in me time. I have in me the ability to preserve and make things better. Being human is not just about limitations, it is about facing reality and overcoming it. This reminds me of the new song I am working with with the guys on the beach––You Got to Make This World Better (Or We'll All Be Deader).
#endwriter #fabric
Intelligence is defined in so many ways. What comes up as written ability in some arises as music in others. I am blessed in having the linguistic capacity to write my own shit in exactly the way I want to present it. This had to do with forgetting grammar and focusing on other aspects of language, starting in eighth grade. If I could read Shakespeare and predict him, then I had to move on.
To Hendrix and others (too numerous to name), music was going to be a means of transformation. And it began with protecting the eardrums. Savoring music rather than allowing it to eat you, first step toward maturity. Hendrix was guided by demons toward the end of his career, but his music was questing for salvation.
New Rays of the Evolving Sun
I like an idiot wandered around the gates and then through, and then lived deep in it, and then took a rapid turn. This was the Tao and it left me off, intentionally where I began. Except it was different. This practice of observing and writing was never more than a practice of learning to live as I felt most free, in myself. So that when I came into contact with others it would be willingly and with best intent. And when I thought over the events of the day, and the week, I would have much to mull over.
I have in me music. I have in me time. I have in me the ability to preserve and make things better. Being human is not just about limitations, it is about facing reality and overcoming it. This reminds me of the new song I am working with with the guys on the beach––You Got to Make This World Better (Or We'll All Be Deader).
#endwriter #fabric
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