No One At The Bridge

Crying back to consciousness,
the coldness grips my skin.
The sky is pitching violently,
Drawn by shrieking winds.

Remembering when first I held
the wheel in my own hands,
I took the helm so eagerly
and sailed for distant lands.

But now the sea's too heavy.
And I just don't understand,
why must my crew desert me when I need a guiding hand?

Call out for direction
and there's no one there to steer.
Shout out for salvation
but there's no one there to hear.

I'm alone on my journey
and the focus is quite clear.
To survive the storm before me
and seek the light of the pier.

There's no one at the bridge
and now I confront my biggest fear.
I scream out desperation
but no one cares to hear.

On The Way Home To Earth

I've had some interesting events occur lately.

I feel like I'm on the way home to Earth.

My band just got booked to play the aftershow party when the Pixies play at the Aragon next month, and I'm pretty stoked about it. Possibly the most important gig I've ever had if things go to plan.

I'm currently working on a group project for class, and it's trying to microfinance a bank in the Congo. We are working with/against one of my biggest enemies the World Bank.

I find it ironic that so many people have told me that I'm a radical or out of touch with political reality because I openly don't agree with and want to get rid of the World Bank and the Federal Reserve, but while those who criticize me and my political philosophy have no connection to politics or actually changing the world I am involved and will hopefully do some good.

The Drive To 2011 is very much alive.

Inductive Resonance

It is impossible to achieve the aim without suffering.

It is possible to suffer without achieving the aim.

Understanding changes what we understand.

A test of our understanding is whether we can apply it in practice.

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When we had no faces we turned to the bright sea.
We wished and heard voices, released our hands and feet, heartbeat.
This Yes, this is how we want it to be.
I say yes, this is how we want it to be.

So let us lead on, Yes, with the big sunshine in us.
Let me trust in your constant releasing of me.
Let the world commence dancing with peace.
This is how we want it to be, lets say yes, this is how we want it to be.

A Man More Intelligent And Insighful Than Myself.

I've been talking alot of music with people lately, especially since the show I played last friday at The Elbo Room. Some of the talk has been technical as far as equipment and mechanics, but much of it has been musical philosophy. Why do I like the music I do, why do I play the music I do. Why is certain music popular more than others, what are people are listening to in music.

Much of my musical philosophy is based on my musical heroes and influences. People who know me, notice that whenever I talk about music I mention the name Robert Fripp quite often. Robert Fripp is kind of like the center to my musical philosophy. I think the man is genius, and is a very true and geniune artist and human being. Robert Fripp actually walked past me this last August at The Park West in Chicago, and I don't really count it as meeting him I was next to him and felt just such a benevolence of his being. With that said, I thought I'd post two videos of Fripp speaking. To most people they probably don't care what Fripp has to say, but I think even to non-musicians Fripp can be insightful and he's a great philosophical thinker/speaker. The first video talks about Fripp's career in the late 70's and he talks about playing with David Bowie and Blondie and is pretty interesting. The second video is from the mid 80's and is Fripp discussing musical philosophy, but not in the sense of judging what music is good like most people do, but the relationship of music to people and understanding music. I think it's very thought provoking and is where I derive my philosophy as far as a musician and artist comes from. More musician focused, but still insightful.

Something For Nothing (A Libertarian Poem)

Live for yourself...there's no one else
More worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts will only cry out for more

Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We can walk our road together
If our goals are all the same
We can run alone and free
If we pursue a different aim

You don't get something for nothing
You can't have freedom for free
You won't get wise
With the sleep still in your eyes
No matter what your dreams might be

What you own is your own kingdom
What you do is your own glory
What you love is your own power
What you live is your own story
In your head is the answer
Let it guide you along
Let your heart be the anchor
And the beat of your own song

Different eyes see different things
Different hearts beat on different strings
But there are times
For you and me, when all such things agree

Everyday Is Like Sunday

It can be hard to go to sleep at sea if one has never done it before. I remember as a young boy when I would spend the night on my grandparent's house boat in the summer. At night when you lay down to try and sleep the boat rocks. It feels as if you are constantly rocking back and forth and can be quite annoying if one is not use to it. Like most things in life though after awhile you no longer feel the constant rockiness from waves hitting the boat and it's just like sleeping in a bed on land.

The reason I'm even thinking about sleeping in a boat is because that's how I feel in my life right now. I feel like there is a constant rocking that's just slightly throwing my off of my balance, and I'm trying to get my balance back. I'm waiting to get re-adjusted.

I have had some people say some things to me recently that have just thrown me off, and seem to have come out of nowhere from my perspective. I feel my days living at home are numbered, and ultimately I'm sure that's more of a good thing than bad.

I think one problem that a lot of people have is pride. I have no pride, or at least very little and I don't want anymore pride. I think my lack of wanting pride makes people who are very prideful uncomfortable.

I am a musician, but I'm not prideful about my music, and usually won't go into detail talking about my own musical career unless asked.

I'm an educated person, but I don't boast my academic success, which is always a reason why I went to Ferris State University a college most have never heard of opposed to Harvard, University of Southern California, and other more prestigous schools I was accepted to. I went to school to get educated not to boast about my alma mater.

I have no pride in any job I've ever had. I do not believe in the Japanese business model, that you should take pride in your job. I think that's a stupid way to unbalance your priorities. I don't care about work or about having a career, because what does that get you when your dead? You gonna wear your gold watch when you're a rotting corpse in the ground. Have fun with that.

I believe you should do what you love, and fuck the rest. That tends me to live an unmateralistic, unmotivated to work, philosophical thinking, and for the most part stress free life. Yet when I tell people this, more people get pissed off than accepting of how I choose to live. I don't get it. I'm trying to figure it out, and the only thing I can decide is those who live very prideful lives and have a lot of pain in their heart doesn't like to see someone who lives without that unnneeded stress and pain. That makes me sad, I wish there was less anger in the world, and sometimes I feel I cause more pain than joy, which is not my intentions. I'm a musician to bring happiness to an unhappy world, but lately I somehow have been bringing a lot of anger to people. I don't feel any different, so I hope it's not me, and that's why I feel like my world is rocking in a sea of confusion. I still have hope for the future and am upbeat about things to come, so we'll see.

I Advance Masked (A Poem For Knowledge)

Can it be true that music might redeem our fallen world?
Can it be true that music can heal our world?

Silence is our friend, silence is our friend.
If only WE CAN LISTEN to our Friend.

Silence is our friend, if only we can say Hello. Say Hello to our friend, and hello to ourselves.

Love Cannot Bear that even one person be denied its place in paradise.

Music is our friend. Is our friend reaching out to You?