beck (on grass)
two paths, one love
(mostly inspired by beck, byrne, zepplin, jim carrey, and ken.)
today i've kept the focus on natural things rather than the things that man made. some things we've made are ok. some are divinely inspired. some are just terrible. downright corrupt in fact. take the cigarette, for example.
when i woke up today i only had two winston's left. they were gone in no time. "a walk. that'll feel great." (after the trees last night, i was damn excited to connect with nature again). so we took a walk.
did you know that when scientists put a bunch of monkeys in a room with a computer, they pissed and shit all over the keyboard? (that, or they just typed random S's.)
on our walk (to get cigs) i realized that people are pissing and shitting all over the earth. we picked up the trash along the way. people in their climate controlled cars, with the windows up, stared out at us.
i found a scrap of a rubbery sign. it was ripped in half.
it said,"outh uried" for some reason my mind filled in the blanks with a y and b.
ken read something to me...what was it... lyrics i think. "their shadows are taller than their souls."
i think about music as being audio vibration energy that you "inhale" through your ears. what energy do you want to inhale? what emotion do you want to connect with? you have a broad rainbow to choose from.
so we're on this walk (daydreamdrifting again) our path...rich. green. plush. sweet. a curb. hot pavement. toxic fumes. noisy engines. people in cars. bobbing. singing. or maybe pissed off. in a hurry. i wonder what they're listening to?
all the people in their pods. i wonder what they're listening to?
(i'm tuned into "nothing but flowers.")
that always fascinates me. what someone listens to in a car is very telling. maybe that would be a fun project. to see what people are listening to. we'd just have to ask them i guess.
the men honking at me used to make me self conscious and afraid. it's hard to avoid feeling nervous about people looking at you when they actually are looking at you. today i ignored it. i consciously focused elsewhere. ken didn't. he said he felt protective of me. (my brother says that to me a lot too.)
"what are you afraid of?"
"i don't know. i just feel like i should protect you,"
"you know i'm ok. and by the way, you're damn sexy too."
he kisses me. deeply.
(enter led zepplin)
today we've heard the talking heads, the doors, led zepplin (sex songs), rick springfield (we're seeing him tonight), and now we're onto a beck mix. i love beck.
in the last song he was bearing witness to ... it sounded like a couple of really mad neighbors. i can imagine him in his room, candle burning, strumming. humming. mumbling. sometimes he makes himself laugh.
by the by, i'm distressed and disturbed that clear channel is hosting his concert here. and it's really expensive. so i guess we're shit out of luck. the people with the money and the better timing (i think it's sold out too) get to go to the show. get to connect with the live vibration. (i love all our ways of playing music, including "two turn tables and a microphone" - ken has a million albums - but it can never replace the live music experience. just like the video we made of the trees and the moon last night can't come close to the real thing.)
love as energy... a vibration in your body.
laughing creates love energy
a sense of awe creates love energy
breathing in really deeply creates love energy
making out with my other half creates love energy.
love energy will heal me from the inside out.
this life is quite a trip, isn't it?
no more fears. this makes the trip so much better.
shit i have to go. an earthly adventure awaits.
"if you realized you were dreaming, what would you do?"
"i'd fly," he said.
"in a world full of people, only some want to fly. isn't that crazy?"
p.s. my refusal to use caps is a form of civil disobediance.
p.p.s. haven't smoked yet.
"alright, now! turn it up now!"
(beck, you're moving me. all over.)
 tomorrow's thoughts on food |
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| next week we're thinking about 'the big divide' |
| looking back (old shows) |
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