I have a Secret Place, a real place outside of my mind, inside my soul in which I travel to every morning. It’s a place of exercise, a place of nurture and health, a place of water, a place of air, a place of Meditation and Prayer, a place of earth, a place of fire, a place of Gold, a place to watch the Beautiful people, a place that looks upon and over the crying whale who inspires me in ways known and unknown for so many reasons I can’t explain or fully comprehend. My secret place is close to God and Her wonderful beautiful eyes, that sets my soul at rest even in the most turbulent storms at the bloodied hands of lying contrived fools. When I pass to the great beyond, as the frequency I’ll become, my last wish is to have my ashes spread upon my Secret place wince that small part of myself I know will remain. Thus saith the Aquarian, thus saith the water bearer! There I will commune with my lovely kind friend the Crying Whale of the Willamette. There we will dance, there we will sing, there we will play the sacred songs of the whale, there we will laugh, there we will experience joy, there we will welcome the laughing children and hold hand to fin watching the beautiful people go to and fro. My Secret place is where I long to be, always, with my beloved friend who weeps for her murdered kin in silence.
This song was written in remembrance of my Brother Don who taught me how to Play Guitar and Piano when I was a kid and a teenager. When I was 17 he recruited me to play in his band, it was awesome playing with great players and vocalists all being at least 8 years older than I. That’s where I cut my chops and my harmony skills. The girls were nice too :) Those days, playing gigs with my big brother were the best days of my life. My brother passed far to young, he was such a soulful melodic player who still give me goose bumps when I listen to his recordings. I lost my Brother in February of this year at the age of 50, what a pity. I miss him so very much.
I really loved RB’s book, the Martian Chronicles was my favorite even over Fahrenheit 451. As a Kid and Teen growing up in Southern California where Mr. Bradbury resided he had local reading and book store appearances often. I was very fortunate to see a half-dozen of them. He was very Nerdy, very Nice, very funny at times and seemed to really be a genuine person who loved literature.
I finish about half the books I start, if it doesn’t grab me by half way I’ll start another. When I’m single I usually start about 2 books a week. When I’m dating a lot of that me time like in any relationship you’re watering for growth gets taken up by boy meets girl things. Plus I’m fortunate to have the absolute most kick ass public library in my town that I’ve ever seen. Very few books have stories and Character development that I can absolutely get lost within such as the before mentioned titles in an “Alice in Wonderland” kind of way. Ray Bradbury pulled me into the true pulse of literature every time, even when I read his titles again and again.
My 3 favorite Authors have all passed, a sign I’m getting old I reckon.
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): On Reddit.com, Kaushalp88 asked the
question, “What is the most badass thing that you have ever done, but
that other people weren’t impressed by?” Here’s his own story: “I was at
an ice-cream shop. At the exit, there was a small raised step I didn’t see. I
tripped over it with my ice cream cone in my right hand. The ice cream
ball sprung out of the cone. I instinctively lurched my left hand forward
and grabbed it, but at the same time I was already falling toward the
pavement. I tucked my head into my chest and made a perfect
somersault, rising to my feet and plopping the ice cream back in the
cone.” I suspect you will soon have comparable experiences, Aquarius —
unusual triumphs and unexpected accomplishments. But you may have to
be content with provoking awe in no one else beside yourself.
Great, you just re-told the story of my life rob :0
My brother had been sick with throat cancer for well over a year, we, his family thought because he was so young he had really good odds. He responded to treatment and even rode the zip lines at the San Diego Zoo in September. In 3 weeks he went from really good to terrible, the word is terminal. He fought like a brave Scottish piper till the end which was far longer then the physicians predicted. I don’t blame him, he had a awesome wife who adored him and a 13 year old daughter who was his everything. They were a tight family who did everything together on the weekends but he suffered more then most cancer patients do by far. I was relieved in the end he was out of pain and not suffering.
Now he has left this plane of existence and I’m left wondering “wow, my older brother, musical cohort and teacher” has left the building but only for now. All the piano, Guitar and dots on the page were thoroughly taught to me with a “make a new noise even if it’s with a piece of corn cob or ice cube rubbing on the strings” mentality. Total freedom of expression. I express to you big brother my gratitude for being so fucking rad! A Kay amp, a pre CBS Fender Twin and double cut Les Paul Jr you bought me all before I was 18.
Thanks for the gift of music Brother, I live for it everyday.
PS grief can make you suffer and cry but it can also make you laugh when you remember the good stuff
West received the vehicle from The Vehicle Production Group on December 22, 2011. The guitarist shared, “This is nicer than any guitar I have ever owned, and I’ve had some pretty incredible instruments including my own Leslie West Dean Signature Series. I was speechless. People would be proud to own this vehicle. The gestures made collectively by Fred, Brian and Steven, are the most generous I have experienced in my life.” Fred Drasner, Chairman of The Vehicle Production Group LLC added, “From my days at Woodstock, to the release of Unusual Suspects, I always thought Leslie West was the best. When I heard his tour was cancelled because of a lack of accessible transportation, I was thrilled to be in a position to help him get back on the road. For me and his millions of fans, that is where he should be. All of us at VPG are extremely proud to be a part of getting Leslie safely back on the road in comfort and style in his new MV-1”.
West will return to the road on January 31st for initial performances in the Northeastern U.S. Confirmed shows with Uli Jon Roth include appearances in:
1/31 New York, NY BB Kings
2/01 Foxborough, MA Showcase Live
2/03 Sellersville, PA Sellersville Theatre
2/04 Sayreville, NJ Starland Ballroom
West is a guitar god. From the ’60s through today, he has been revered by artists and fans alike. He has been in command of one of the biggest, boldest electric guitar tones known to humankind from the 1969 Woodstock Festival that placed his band Mountain in to historical lore through his current release Unusual Suspects. At age 66, West continues to remain current, as witnessed by the assemblage of legends joining him on the album which include Billy Gibbons, Slash, Zakk Wylde, Joe Bonamassa and Steve Lukather, alongside Kenny Aronoff. West shared, “These guys don’t show up to play on everybody’s albums. They’re stars in their own right and fantastic players – everyone with their own sound and style, and about as far from ‘the usual suspects’ as it gets.”
It was 5 years ago today Robert Anton Wilson left us here on earth with his profound impact and his golden submarines and his love of Eris and all things and nothings. I will never forget exactly where I was 5 years ago today. Thanks uncle Bob for all you taught me and all the laughter you still give me. Hail Eris, All Hail Discordia!
My friend Erica once coined the term frippy from trippy and freaky, I might add we were drunk as skunks at solstice but having a dam good time :) When I was packing gear for the new years gig I realized my trusted custom Telly still had no tone knob on it from when I cannibalized it for my strat I sold to Chris. I had this knob in a Guitar Center package that I’ve had since High School and had hung onto for years. It even had that old cheesy Red and Gold Guitar Center packaging on it. I had purchased it on a drug bender thinking I was going to build a guitar, fucking addicts we do some strange shit when we’re out running a muck still.
Originally a three knob package, two volume and one tone two had been used but one was still with me. In that moment the nostalgia ran through me deeply almost like a deja vu of another life, it was so long ago I had purchased this tiny piece of plastic. So many memories from that addicted era are destroyed from my hard drive from the virus I was consuming, this one still with me someway somehow. On all days too, new years 2012! I connected the dots so very clearly in the moment as synchronicity and took stock in what I was feeling right then and there. Not only had I survived Heroin and Cocaine against all odds but I had survived it all because of the love I have with guitar, songwriting, singing and music. It was art that saved my life then it has always been so.
It made and makes life worth living for me somehow. When you’re down as low as I was you’re just waiting day by day to die. You know one day soon like the rest of your peers who are all addicts you’re going to be the next casualty in the morg. When one is trying to kill themselves slowly with China white and blow as not to feel the pain you’ve somehow survived through growing into adulthood is only a slow suicide. All these thought slammed into my mind all at once BAM! It was Frippy! There are those moments that I’m grateful to still be here, then there’s those moments when I think about death knowing it’s the next great adventure. Happy fucking new year!
Here is one brave scoutmaster!
I’ve been donating my hair to Locks of Love for 15 years. My father hated my long hair therefore when he died from cancer far to young I decided to put his gene pool to good use by donating my waist long hair year he passed away. I just lopped it all off again here 6 months ago and even shaved it bald this time to match my older brothers bald head. My brother was diagnosed with throat cancer last year, statistically he’s far to young in his 40’s but sadly a smoker. My big bro taught me every chord I knew growing up on the guitar and almost every song I can play on the piano to this day. He taught me to sing and on my 13th birthday he bought me a huge Gibson Lab series guitar amp, the same amp Ty Tabor used for that famous Ty Tabor tone. It was so heavy I couldn’t even move it, my father was furious! He was only 19 working as a box boy and he did that for me, what a great brother.
Work, Work, Work, Play, Work, Play, Work and now you may keep from freezing outside and partake in the glorious ritual of feeding your body fuel so it wont perish. Is this not a great system we have raised? I’m happy as a passenger on a speeding train heading for a cliff simply because I chose it and what the fuck, we’re going to die someday anyway. You can drag me off to the gated community for illogical humans by my collar laughing hysterically at a nomenclature of human rights for corporations because that shit is hysterical in a dystopian sci-fi novel golden submarine kind of way. Laughing is the best way to reflect, it’s liken to leaving a golden apple in the church pew for a must see family event. That makes me laugh and laugh well! The sheer stupidity of printing survival tickets by the Illuminati for the Illuminati and getting away with it speaks volumes as to how much homo sapiens really are watching. The question is why are some living in the age of Aquarius and others aren’t? The fucking hippies were right :D