The Hype!

it’s already been talked about! (& not for clout!)
BUT heard of and made stable! (cuz’ the will to come
through has been matched able!)

it’s hot!
but, hell is hotter than this!
it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss!
if not,
for the kiss?
i’d be remiss…
to not add water to the pot!
a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!

it must carry over
via boat , bicycle, or range rover!
as long as the theme is put to focus! or else, hocus pocus?
with regard to the fleeting attention : it would be absolutely paramount of a mention!
for getting through is to also recognize the invisible CLUE!
this is why, the eye continues to spy and the hand signals a command…

the plight of such reverie may send one n2 a deeper sleep in search of hidden treasury
the enclosed notion which has kept me at bay to the ocean, is one that has been built by the dream
indeed : this memory is not what it seems
cuz by the actual suffering of a heat stroke, the gestures of the sun’s brush has alerted me woke!

the sweat dripping down my skin?
is enough to fill an ocean encouraging one to deep dive and swim!
turning our eyes into the waterfall of surprise !

it’s hot!
but, hell is hotter than this!
it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss!
if not,
for the kiss?
i’d be remiss…
to not add water to the pot!
a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!

could this be : THE HYPE?
a measurable sensation found in the swipe?
when the up and down wishes to be found
by a glaring animation – sparks begin to fly over the packed out station!

the readiness of the fashionable affair
was declared imminently urgent, tho curtailed for the washer was out of laundry detergent.
so, instead of being dressed with conceptual and stitched made apparel, it was assumed the instruments should firstly be made sterile

everybody’s supposed to be a certain type?
Ha, according to the hype!
the wizard is forever beholden to their pipe!
said the smoker, who believed the hype!
the hardware was made soft and unable to properly function thus soon inviting the technician to work on this much needed junction!
but while attempting to stripe each light, the day could no sooner find the night.
grapes belonging to the vine deserve to be plucked and eaten when fully ripe!
said the greedy fox who was once more fooled by the hype!

it’s hot!
but, hell is hotter than this!
it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss!
if not,
for the kiss?
i’d be remiss…
to not add water to the pot!
a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!

Storage Ghost

my eyes roll like dice, scattering probabilities spiced!
the cost of a gamble?
is scratching my head as i ramble !

whatever to the never,
‘cuz it’s not like IT intended on ever really coming through ( at least, FOR YOU)

their languished, weary confusion, was then
re-billed to my mirrored delusion!
i can either pay it, or let it go, overdraft?
after which, the picture and frame would both laugh !

‘cuz what a scene that would be, ha –
to portray : my dismay, on the table of their concern?
i much rather burn!!!
until i’m left crusted from the flickering flame...

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fire, plants, art decor

peeling away at this smoke and ash –
forgiveness is requesting to come to pass,
but i’m too stubborn to ever remember,
that my preference for Spring is not tantamount to your December!

so i choose to remove myself like a fly, chilling against the wall.

but if you were close to my ear, i wouldn’t dismiss your call.
neither, would i smash at the annoyance of your disposition.
irrespective of how preciously, you may regard that ‘position’.

i shutter to believe : we could shoulder next to the grudge
‘cuz it wouldn’t be long until we succumb to the nudge
but,
by storing my memories to your ghost? i’ve relinquished our odds to the abyss and uttermost!

WEIGH THE MINUTE! TYPO OR FATE? (CH. 8: THE BIBLE BELT)

*This is a 10 chapter endeavor that will be completed on December 21, 2020. The remaining 2 chapters will resume respectively as follows : 
12.14.2020 // 12.21.2020 //

“don’t you hate it when your pants sag to the ground?!” when you’re constantly having to pull them up because they’re not quite fit around your waist? i suppose if you lost a little weight, it’s a surprise the first time around but it’s only a matter of time, before you’d need a belt!

pulling up the extra slack so that like your shoes – they’d be tied down onto you. if you’re walking around with pants that are too large for you, a belt is a necessary accessory. the belt ensures proper walking and comfort knowing you won’t be caught with your pants down. no one likes to be caught with their pants down or maybe you want everyone to know your favorite colored underwear with the penguins and strawberries. heaven forbid, anyone peeks at your preference of an array of arenas to display?!

if your pants are bigger around your waist, a belt fixes the doubt away. however, if you wore the near exact measurement for your pants – the need of a belt is not essential. TOMSON thought of this connection in relation to the bible belt in the South where he was born. what would happen if you took the belt off from Southern USA? no doubt the trousers would fall faster than a small speck that causes avalanches.

another question arises, why are some places wearing overly large trousers to begin with? could they be trying to cover up all that hides inside? wouldn’t they know when it’s time to protect their trousers from falling?

there’s lot of reasons for this but to save time and spare of you of a complicated history between the South, war narratives, statues, slavery, and mind control via the state – the easiest answer would have to be the comfort that traditions provide for people. TOMSON began to understand that, TRADITIONAL RELIGIOUS SENTIMENT for a lot folks is the belt which holds their pants up. it may not be the most stylistic belt, but it has an individual whole (reason) for the entire length of its build. so even if you grow out it, you can still come back to it and find a space.

the south has a charm about it unlike anywhere else In America (Where there’s no way in or no way out)’, TOMSON began to see. the sentiment behind “southern hospitality” comes to mind. the friendliness and warmness that can be experienced by a simple hello down the street or the warm offer of cold lemonade and tea to a stranger. (never without shade!)

people in the south tend to abide by normatives that are rarely challenged. TOMSON never ever really thought about going to church so regularly because that’s just the way it is OVER THERE. no one is sparred from gossip and the talk of “i heard” in fact you get so use to it, when someone is not talking smack you wonder what they’ll say about you, when you leave their presence to talk with someone else. that’s just the way it goes. people run their mouths especially in smaller towns like in SHREVEPORT.

the SOUTHERN BIBLE BELT holds together various traditions and practices and there is integrity found in some of these ways of life. for as much as there is southern hospitality, there’s also ‘southern stupidity’ and the stupidity in the south is usually reflected in a naivety of approach, most of which is not in service to the productivity of thought.

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there are various reasons one can point to where OBLIVION arises from, but one remaining fragrance which steadily lingers is RESISTANCE TO PROGRESS . the more you advance in the awakening of knowledge, there will be various rebukes to progress. it’s not E-Z to deal with the heaviness of rebuttal. a proper rebuke sends a tingling down your heart. TOMSON remembers most feeling it powerfully as a child, but this sensation remains present day. trying to listen to this rebuke anytime it shows up because naturally, it’s there to somehow teach YOU a lesson.*** “notwithstanding, not all rebukes are for the better, especially if you’re WHOPPED 3 TIMES AND NEARLY KILLED for following orders!”***

a rebuke of progress is one that is instilled from a place of indoctrinated belief. it tells you to not spread “THAT MESSAGE” because you can mislead the children. it tells you that the propaganda is a tool of manipulation. what they don’t ALSO tell you, is that propaganda can also be used for the benefit of education. much of what we have learned from society stems from a system of propaganda. if you want to present a RaDiCaL idea, you must package it in subliminal packaging. that way people won’t be able to tell (at least not directly) that you are giving them something KNEW.

if you are used to living a certain way for years, you tend to scoff at the possibility that another way of life can conquer this one. (but there are lives to come!)

the purpose of a tailor is to make sure you’re fitted and good to go. communicate honestly, for if there’s any one PERSON deserving of small talk – your tailor is a good bet, OBVIOUSLY. the more clearly you represent what you want // the more likely you’ll find what you intend for. what’s the point in lying about your size or pinching details before you’re meeting your tailor?

as Hollywood and revisionist history would have it, it’s very commonplace for the masses of the people to ignore the thousands of years of injustice. nothing is clearer to this sentiment than the all too present but antediluvian proclamation : “wEaReLiViNgInThElAsTdAzE!!!.”

TOMSON never understood this PHRASE for the “tHeLaStDaZE” as he understood it – have been the reason folks PRAISE. feeling closer and closer to a celebratory occasion in the sky! tHeLaStDaZE is all simply the mAZe!

TOMSON began to witness a recurring anniversary except, it only began on his own and thus and everyone celebrated this anniversary on their own. everybody was listening to various TiPs for their HiPs , he being even more determined to not TRIP – for that would qualify a DIP into a SeAsON that can’t account for any ReAsON. other than to judge and SpOiL, the grapes given to a life of peril and tOiL….

WEIGH THE MINUTE! TYPO OR FATE? (CH. 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL TOGETHER NOW!)

*This is a 10 chapter endeavor that will be completed on December 21, 2020. The remaining 4 chapters will resume respectively as follows : 


11.21.2020 //

12.7.2020 // 12.14.2020 // 12.21.2020 //*

 

 

“sing along to my tun3!
follow my l3ad!
take caution, l3st you wander off to a m3lody that’s not min3!
hold onto the not3 that i’ll giv3 you :
that’s right!
carry along…
harmoniz3…
stay in the sam3 k3y!
don’t st33r too far!!
i can help you when you’r3 lost!!!
th3s3 l3ssons ar3 only for thos3 willing to stick to th3 not3s!!!!!!
you only g3t this shot and this opportunity isn’t bas3d on luck!
pr3par3 to b3 r3buk3d, when you r3vok3 my instruction !
i’m s3rious about this!
you can’t b3 joking around with your actions!
THIS IS ALL THAT MATT3RS – not your promis3!
how far ar3 you going to go?
D3P3NDS 3NTIR3LY ON MY MOTION!
trav3l light!
& pack with int3ntion!
but you must follow through – on my command!
W3IGHT THE MINUT3!
not too fast !
you ar3n’t following m3 anymor3 –
you’r3 off the lin3!
S33!!!
this is what happ3ns wh3n you don’t AGR33!
you hav3n’t r3ach3d the point of rhym3!
disdain! ord3r – i say! 3h, what3v3r – mak3 your own nois3?!
this c3rtainly has nothing to do with m3 anymor3!?mayb3 that’s how you lik3 it?!!?
– SiNgAlOnG2m3!!!

 

the truth of reconciliation is not always fun, especially when you’re very well versed in damaging behavior. it can be like ink on your hands not easily capable of being washed away with regular soap and water. it always takes more than what we’re willing to put in. sometimes you got to put some elbow grease with it!

 

“lEfT to write ! right to READ! brush to break a part the fat & GREED! UP & DOWN, side to sLiDe – foam through the mix and gLiDe!

take a lease on the GrEaSe – and work to ReLeAsE with no will to ever CeAsE – sauce your elbows and keep the pEaCe !”

GRANNY LIGHT would often tell TOMSON when making pancakes and fish – “You can’t be cute with the flip,.” Which was another way of saying – just get to the bottom of the surface and turn it over.

she wanted TOMSON to be cute with how he laid, the fish down. after seasoning the fish and making sure, the castor oil was hot before putting it in to fry – you needn’t worry about being burned. TOMSON knew the burn would sure nuff come, if he just threw the fish in the skillet as if he were afraid. GRANNY LIGHT, taught him how to lay it down cute. this soon became a lesson in TOMSON’S life, if he were ever going to turn over heads in the church by viewing the world differently, he had to be wild about it or at least cute with it.

TOMSON became quite aware that most of his traditional leanings were having less and less of an effect on himself, but this did not deter him from going back to his hometown in Shreveport, for summer. TOMSON never really liked Albuquerque, mainly because he was mainly missing his friends and the atmosphere of HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL!

While he didn’t agree with most of what they taught back at HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL, he learned how to eat the fish and spit out the bones. they preached a lot about hell and fiery damnation to all of those who did not get right with G-D. He became more and more annoyed at this message because he heard it more than hearing about the love and grace of G-D. in a heated argument with one of his best friends. he was told how Albuquerque was changing him into a more secular form of himself.

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TOMSON never understood why his friend and so many others were so persistent with such an uninviting message about damnation and ‘LIVING HOLY’. It seemed the ONLY people who found that kind of scare tactic message to be of service, were those who were familiar with that kind of cut dry teaching to begin with. the way TOMSON saw it : that message certainly did not increase the membership of HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL, in fact it seemed more people left the church than joined after Hurricane RAYKWAN. when Tomson remarked this to his friend, he said that “the way of holiness is narrow and that while many were called BUT only a few were chosen.”

nonetheless, TOMSON still loved the energy of HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL and some familiar faces we’re happy to see him. TOMSON was getting even more confused by the amount of contradictions that were fully justified at the expense of traditional reliance. people there did not seem to be as confused as he was because they seemed to have more answers for questions. in fact, ‘confusion’ was often frowned upon whenever one admitted to its presence.

 

“For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints.” (1 Corinthians 14:33)

TOMSON always heard THIS as a response to any confrontation with confusion. he found it as one of the biggest paradoxes Confusion and Peace seemed to inhabit the same space on more than one occasion. certainly a hurricane and sudden change of pace – would cause some initial confusion, “for the story has yet to be told.” Tomson began to see that both OVERFLOWING RIVERS AND HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL – though they contrast, in some key ways, they simultaneously maintained a business minded structure. 

one in which by pressure, then OBLIGATED them *by doctrinal infallibility* to participate in giving and to do so with JOY ! but at what expense? TOMSON thought! the numb3rs in the bible appeared to reveal themselves in moving form in TOMSON’S life, except only now by specific percentages.

while the fear of hell began to dissolve in the evolution of TOMSON’S growth – another dichotomy of “give and receive” arose. TOMSON remembered eventually giving MOTHER VIRGINA the combination meal he ordered for himself and was told afterward ” G-D is gonna pour you out a blessing, that you won’t have room enough to receive!” while TOMSON smiled at mere poetry of this notion, it was exactly the type of obligation that both OVERFLOWING RIVERS AND HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL justified at various lengths if one would not ONLY give cheerfully but also RESPONSIBLY.

TOMSON AND RAPTUS began the quest of uncovering UNM3RIT3D FAVOR which expanded them beyond the confines of any legalistic appeal of “The CHURCH” and as such – they made it their S3ARCH, to break *and to help other’s break* completely free from any obligation which was tied to a baseless tithe. as it turns out, you could rob G-D – even when under a kN3W COV3NANT.

WEIGH THE MINUTE! TYPO OR FATE? (CH.4 : TELL HIM YES)

*This is a 10 chapter endeavor that will be completed on December 21, 2020. The remaining 6 chapters will resume respectively as follows : 


11.7.2020 // 11.14.2020 // 11.21.2020 //

12.7.2020 // 12.14.2020 // 12.21.2020 //*

Tomson’s life looks completely different now than it did when he was a child growing up in Shreveport, Louisiana. (No surprise there!) Tomson came from a family of five, being the youngest – he grasped the world around him very easily. 

He was in for a journey about thrills and fills – If you follow along with this brief account, you’ll certainly be in for one too! He remembered a lot from his childhood but undeniably what sticks out the most is the repetition of events. Tomson and his family went to church so frequently, if he were to miss it for a day it felt very strange. SUNDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY FRIDAY – This was not any kind of church but a church where miracles were demonstrated in unexplainable phenomena. 

Tomson belonged to a pentecostal and holiness church, wherein the members believed in the gifts of the Holy Spirit. From making the blind see, the deaf to hear, and speaking in unknown tongues. They’d wait before the altar for hours just for the glory of The Lord to enter the room and fill everyone all up. The colors of the organ were as bright as the voices that cried from the congregation begging everyone in the building to “TELL HIM YES”. 

When the anointing would come into the church – anything could happen from scribbles on the floor to foaming at the mouth. As far as Tomson knew, the anointing was the power that could make someone break out into a dance, cry, or even run around the church as if they were running a marathon. Some consider it “getting happy for the Lord”. It was always an unexpected series of hysteria, but it felt good as far as Tomson knew. It was almost like a drug that could intoxicate and induce hallucinations of visions and dreams. All you needed to do was tune into the vibration of the people around.  

What seemed to be the goal was to be baptized with the Holy Ghost, which was a sacred and expected gift to desire after you were saved. If you committed your life to Jesus – why not want the gift of the Holy Spirit? It was free and given to all of those who asked for it. At Tomon’s Church ” HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL ” they believed that waiting for the power to endow you was worth the sweat and big breasted women yelling in your face to ‘*TELL HIM YES: Say Yes! Yes! Yes!” *

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At no point did it cross Tomson’s mind that ‘NO’ could even be an option* (also why would one say no to something that made you joyful?) he remembered being in front of the altar in tears because he felt a rhythm in his body that he could not explain. Church for him, was more than the shouting, singing, communion, and then hearing The Word. The word that was sharper than any two-edged sword meant to divide the wrong and right in his life. This word would enter his psyche deep and early and became the dance floor where all his soul was expressed and revealed.

For all of the dancing and shouting, HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL was still incredibly focused on proper memorization of doctrine and scripture. The Statement of Faith, The B-Attitudes, The 10 Commandments, were all expected to be fully memorized and repeated upon request from the leading missionaries and Elders. Tomson never had any problem remembering them *even at the tender age at 12*, though he did not understand the fullness of what they meant.

The preachers and teachers made sure the church knew that everything in life had a foundation and reason behind them. Simply put: It was either holiness or hell the way they saw it. Thereby, you had to be willing to separate yourself from everybody else – cuz you ain’t like nobody else! YOU ARE THE HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL AFTERALL! You BETTER get right or you’re going to get LEFT when the Rapture comes! While, Tomson loved the idea of the rapture, he was also very astounded by such capture. It was written in such poetic pose : “In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” 

Tomson liked to imagine the dead rising out of their tombstones like zombies. people would eventually realize why his family always danced and went to church four times a week! it would not prove them in vain! Tomson strived like so many others in his church to be Holy. he always heard : “BE HOLY FOR I AM HOLY”. He had to make sure he was READY for when the rapture was to occur which could be at any time. 

Without a warning, like a thief in the night. It could happen while sneaking into the living room to watch BET Uncut or when he was surfing the internet about things that turned him on. Tomson was scared and thrilled at the idea that we could all be caught up in the rapture. After all, the rapture is ‘The Blessed Hope’ this is what all true believers wanted to happen. it would finally be A day of justice. The Day of Reckoning.

A time where everyone would be separated. The sheep from the goats. His understanding of right and wrong became very polarizing. He just knew always in the back of his mind and deep in his heart : there was an expectation set for him. He was told by a prophet once, that he had a mission to complete. And he believed that mission would save him, giving him all of the necessary determination to reach his destiny.

Tomson had a purpose at an early age after becoming saved at 12 years old, he felt driven inside. Tomson felt he was saved because he remembered crying, after feeling a sensation come over him upon memories of light. He felt in his heart of hearts that he really meant YES AND JESUS WAS LORD. of course not knowing, why – he was crying or why eventually saying YES to this Lord– he still believed, better than to say yes than no, after all he did not want to go to hell.

Although, the idea of hell never made much sense to Tomson. Everyone at HOLY FIRE ON THE HILL made a big deal about how it was so nice to see a young boy receive Jesus at such an early age. Tomson was not alone, his brother RAPTUS and some close friends at FIRE ON THE HILL we’re on the same road to holiness. They all shared similar experiences. Crying before the alter and telling him ‘YES’. They knew how it felt to be anointed and the power that went in our veins making us dance and speak in unknown languages. They were the victims of rigorous revivals that reminded them of the importance of staying faithful in a world filled with temptation. 

Speaking of temptation, Tomson noticed his flesh was changing. It started at 11, and at the dawn of adolescence and while it’s proclaimed, “The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing”. *His flesh felt anything but weak only just as *IF NOT STRONGER THAN HIS SPIRIT*. He was too young to navigate the extremity of what these feelings were about and too old and stubborn to do something against them. Eventually he would soon find the answer…

He just knew a lot was changing and he had to respond to those changes with something stronger than just saying YES to whatever they were telling him to say yes to. Why was HE saying ‘Yes’ this whole time? Would it have been better for him to say no? 

Some would say, Tomson was young and naïve to believe all this information without the will to question it. One reason he said Yes was due to the urgency of the leaders around him. He figured they meant well (they always had peppermints and candy after service). But the more he waited before the altar something was happening. He started to feel bumps on his skin. Tomson knew the ‘anointing’ had not only come into the room but onto him. He didn’t realize what he had tapped into. The more he explored the ‘YES’ he realized some of what he was saying yes to : deserved a solid NO.

Before he set out to explore on these intense changes, life offered its own natural change in the form of one of the most disastrous hurricanes no one expected, Hurricane RAYKWAN which hit that later that summer. Tomson’s family evacuated to various places until they settled in Albuquerque, New Mexico. At the heels of all these changes, his ideas surrounding what he believed had a significant change. Thoughts change upon new information and since processing new information at such a rapid speed – something had to be done with the various bites of knowledge he had encumbered. The rapture indeed came in a form of transition which bled what Tomson understood as traditional…

RESPECT THE SILENCE!

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DOUG LEVINSON

me and jeremy had the privilege of interviewing Doug Levison! he was made famous by a viral video 6 years ago, entitled ‘trumpet fight‘ where he hilariously goes off on a trumpet player (sucka!). he uses words like contemporaneously, presumptuous, and FLAT. what moved me most about this video was how clear and specific he was in delivering his grievance. first time i watched it was in january of this year and i couldn’t stop watching it. i watched it over and over until eventually remembering it verbatim. i shared it with jeremy and he found it just as hilarious. he then began to research and find connections that actually sheds a plethora of ironic parallels. have a listen on PlanitJade to check it out!

if you were to just watch the video for the first time you’d *probably* think doug was being an ass whole. cuz he really doesn’t spare any punches to the guy.  YET, he does it in a poetic way.  it’s something about his passion that gives it a new wave of presence. not to mention what looks like a contradiction of his practice of  (TM) transcendental meditation for 47 years. doug was clearly bothered and he spares no regard to the distaste of what he’s hearing. he comes from the school of hard knocks where if you didn’t play to your best abilities – you would literally be dragged off the stage.

turns out doug actually is the owner of the website Flower Power Creative which is”...a community dedicated to motivating a more compassionate society. Through our events, books, media interviews and website, we hope to inspire action and dialogue in politics, the environment, women’s rights, animal rights, technology, music and fine arts.” check it out to connect further with his mission and connect with the silence or noise!

in doug’s own words:

“An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity…”

he claims this as he SCREAMS in protest to the one making the noise. he stresses the need for the guy to get a gig because the guy does not have any talent.  in short, he sucks! he proceeds to scream and follow the one making all the noise! he even goes as far to say the guy is NOTHING! A DISGRACE! EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD. NO. NO. NO.

life is absurd. contradictions may reveal themselves in readings of neglected mirrored refractions. let’s all respond to each moment in harmonious servitude to ourselves and others. while also laughing at the absurdity found in moments of correction. when you know you kNOw what to say no to and your reason for it. 

 

MIGHT // ABLE

The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019.

Maybean: Hey Fo’sho!!! I was thinking about bringing to light an idea that has been stalking me in the back of my mind.

Fo’sho: Really Maybean? Why don’t you bring it into light, that way you can see if it’s a good idea or not?

Maybean: Perhaps I will. It would be nice to see what was done in the dark manifested in the light.

Fo’sho: Let’s do it. I’ll get started on the preparation.

Maybean: Well, I’m not ready yet, I’m still working on the basic idea.

Fo’sho: Let me know when you are ready, I can help you with the basic layout. If you don’t mind.

Maybean: That would be cool. I’ll try to remember when I get all the ideas in a clear format.

Fo’sho: You sound hesitant against my help.

Maybean: Well perhaps, I’m just not totally clear about what I want to do, yet.

Fo’sho: I’m capable of following out the plan for you?

Maybean: But the plan is still haunting me. It’s like that word that is on the tip of your tongue, that you can’t fully pronounce. Like seeing the picture in your head but being unable to illustrate all the fine details.

Fo’sho: You rarely if ever get the details fully flushed out. I can help with that if you are willing to receive my help. I need more than your willingness. I want you to sign my name so that I can show up on time.

Maybean: However, I am not totally sure if this idea is as fluid as you see it. If I work this idea with you, it won’t just be my idea but ours. You might add to it somethings I don’t want to be in it.

Fo’sho: How would you even know, if you haven’t even got the basic idea out?

Maybean: I suppose you are right.

Fo’sho: I volunteered to help you bring it out of the midnight corners of your mind. Whatever is out there in the dark may be bulky and less specific– you may be unable to do it on your own. We can collaborate on this together, if you want.

Maybean: I suppose, I don’t know? The way I measured the idea in my mind was just a scent and shade of something that had the potential to be bigger. It is not capable of letting me go. (*I don’t believe the idea will be given to someone else*.) I don’t have to say it over and over for me to remember it. It only takes once, and I’ll go back to it until when I can fully build on it. Perhaps, you can help me bring it out, a little later? Once I pull it beyond the shadows?

Fo’sho: Understood. By the way,

remember that script I told you, I was working on?

Maybean: I think I know which one you’re talking about.

Fo’sho: Well whether you think you know or have simply forgotten, that script is already done. I’m waiting for it to be edited so I can submit it to my publisher.

Maybean: The reason why I say, I THINK is because you never clarified which script you were talking about. You had several scripts you were working on. I wasn’t sure.

Fo’sho: My bad, I’m talking about the script about the drug planted by the government and addictive prostitutes entwined to it.

Maybean: I don’t recall that script? It matters none! Cheers! I’m glad you finished it.

Fo’sho: Yep, I been working on it for months, but I remained disciplined and I finished it before the due date.

Maybean: That’s remarkable!

Fo’sho: Have you ever thought about abiding by a specific guideline to help you bring out your ideas to light? It could help with your productivity. It helped with mine!

Maybean: Nah, I haven’t thought much about that.

Fo’sho: Well wouldn’t you want to try it now that you see it may work for your benefit?

Maybean: I May do that. I mean, you don’t see me suggesting to you my method of flushing out ideas not because you can’t do it but because it never occurred to me that you might find it interesting.

Fo’sho: My method seems more productive, but then again, I haven’t tried yours.

Maybean: And neither have I tried yours.

Fo’sho: I guess we both got work to do. Or we can continue blind? I suppose it doesn’t make much of a difference, if we arrive to the same lines of action.

Maybean: Our lines may be similar – they don’t got to be the same – you do your thing and I’ll do mine!

REQUESTS // CAFÉ

The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019.

Double D: Hey, Mike can you buy me some food because I’m hungry and I ain’t got the money.

Mike: Sorry Double D, I ain’t got it like that – I just got enough for myself.

Double D: See Mike! That’s what I’m talking about – you can’t even help anybody out without thinking for yourself! How can you be so selfish!

Nathaniel: Whoa – calm down bro, I’ll buy you something.

Double D:  Do You even know how hard it is for families to eat?! I was gonna take this food and bring it back to my family because they haven’t seen a meal in a while! We are all hungry and I can’t even request some food without someone telling me they don’t have it?! You don’t have it? What do I have?

Mike: Sorry, Double D – I just didn’t have enough for the both of us this time around.

Nathaniel: It’s ok my bros – Double D, what do you want? Pick anything you need right now and I’ll head with you to the store – and buy whatever your family needs for the week. Now follow me, bro.

Double D: Thanks Nathaniel, I appreciate you – not many understand how hard it is for people.

Nathaniel: Yo, I get that but it’s hard for people out here too. You ain’t have to call mike selfish, he didn’t have enough, and you made a scene out there – embarrassing him and that wasn’t right.

Double D: Nah but I know he had it! He clearly was bugging because he didn’t think of others.

Nathaniel: Do you hear how that sounds? He was being selfish because he told you – he didn’t have it? Reverse the script. How would you respond, if you were Mike’s Situation? You ain’t the only one going through hard times bro! Requesting for something doesn’t mean you are entitled to those requests! I can take you out on the streets to people who got it harder than you and Martha. You got kids – they grow up fast. Ruth must be 10 and Tim must be an adolescent- shit gets expensive, but we all struggling out here in some way.

Double D: Oh Lord! Sounds like your preaching man! If I had the money, I’d pass you an offering. I doubt you struggling that much if you’re willing to help me out for the week bro.

Nathaniel: Well I have enough. It’s not a sacrifice for me – but this doesn’t mean it HAS to be a sacrifice for others. Mike had only enough for himself. I have more than enough for myself and others. I’m just glad I was right behind y’all – so I could pinch in and volunteer service. I ain’t trying to preach to you but shit, no one never knows the extent of another person’s dilemma. We owe ourselves empathy-even if you’re desperate for change. What’s going to happen here one day is that you won’t always be struggling. You’re going to work it out. Martha is going to get that promotion and the both of Y’all will have enough to take care of your kids and others. You ain’t going to stay in this bad spot – it might be hard and long but shift happens.

Double D: It’s gonna take a miracle at this point. Some people never make it out of their dilemma. Remember Henry? The Postman? Well, ever since his moms died – he been struggling bad. He had to sell his house and now he’s living in a shelter. His wife left him for another life and he works a lot – two jobs and still sometimes can’t make ends meet. Good thing he doesn’t have any children, cuz shit he wouldn’t be able to contribute much of nothing to their basic needs. Some people don’t make it out even if they pull their bootstraps up and hustle till their purple in the face. I don’t want to get to that point but I also ain’t naïve to forget the sun don’t always shine in the alleys. (Especially on the 5th avenue if you know what I mean?) Haha.

Nathaniel: Yeah, we’ll winging this game of life thing! I just think we can all do better. And all of this makes me beg the question of existence. If you had my life you’d be happy for a while because you wouldn’t be stressed about necessities. Yet, you’d worry about the other things that come with my kind of life. I suppose you’re never free from troubles no matter how good you got it. What’s the point of living if we’re all going to die anyway? I read a story about a millionaire who ended his life anyway. Money doesn’t bring happiness. I suppose it can for a brief period, but happiness seems to be engineered by biology. Some people are born happier than others and that’s to no fault of your own.

Double D: Sheeeiitt. Money is energy and good money is always appreciated bro! I appreciate you Nathaniel. I guess I didn’t have to act out so aggressively to Mike. It was just the rage of me tired of being ignored. It’s all a game of time now, goes to show anything can happen when one is HANGRY! 😀 Thanks for looking out!

Nathaniel: Next time you request of a reply make sure your ROAR is not so intimating! Ha, it’s all good bro, we’re a blessing to be a blessing!

The Luxury Of Funkery

When it’s funk – you can pardon the length it takes to prove the point. In fact among all of the distinct solos and rhythmic gliding, who cares if the cup is running over? I remember getting lost in the experience of jams that seemed to last over 35 minutes. I was taken away by the bass and drums – before the guitar or keys ever made their entrance. My feet could not remain still. My face improvised a series of sonnets and joyful disgust. It was ugly. Almost like the spirit of music personally chose me to endow with the gift of goosebumps over my body.

If you have experienced similar baptisms  – you know all too well about the luxury of funk. It’s insane and sometimes just ridiculous because sanity goes out the window. It’s something about a thumping bass and horns that blow your head off. If you ever underestimated the power of funk – the funk ain’t ever too far to remind you of its skill. Most of us just look at the table and whatever happens to be on it. We don ’t pay too much attention to what’s supporting it.The legs and bloodline of what helps the table stand are rarely given detailed attention. If you are lost in the groove, rarely is the focus on the buildup. The journey of sound takes you a wide array of places.

I was blessed like many others to experience the grace and normality of funk music. The funk was always in my backyard and whenever I needed a flavor I didn’t know I was missing, it would hit me up with no delay. I never got spoiled by it because U Know… “Music Never Lies, You know It’s true!”. I had the pleasure to witness Funk on the regular because I lived in one of the Funk Capitals of the world, Minnesota! An unlikely place to some, unless you know who Mr. Nelson is. Prince is the embodiment of music and while he played around with various kinds of music – funk is the main ingredient in all of his servings over the years. Rock N Roll for him – had to be funky.

Sometimes, life itself can toss us into moments of funk. (No surprise there) An unreasonable desire to screw our faces and shake our heads. This has happened much more often as of late, it’s not hard to understand the flow of why this happens. We all know when we are witnessing a luxury. A remarkable experience is embedded in us and becomes the blueprint of how we value the experience. It’s important to remember the vastness of how many diamonds, emeralds, gold, silver, and jewels exist underneath the core. There are many properties that exist and none of them are mutually exclusive. How we consider worth, is often one of heated discourse. The burning need to compare experiences tend to invalidate the individual pieces which embody the whole moasaic.

Nothing is merely created out of the blue. There are important processes and combinative forces which form the result. Our focus is often on the finished product – which  leads me to my next point about the funk. Funk music takes its time. It might hit you quickly or the bass may be buried in the mix – but it’s there. If you pay close attention to the details, it becomes less ambiguous and more open.

I enjoy solo’s often because it affirms that we all have something to offer. If there’s one thing I can set aside as a valuable experience with Prince, is that he takes you on this  musical journey! He’s shared his whole life through his music. This is one luxury of FUNK – there are places you did not know you could go. Remember when riding alongside  the journey with Prince – bring your foot pray Cuz it is sure to be funky!

“What my drummer wanna say?
Listen 2 my bass man play
Listen 2 the guitar play”

“Just when U thought it was safe 2 go outside

Eye hit your ass with another funky design

And it’s real good

U thought it wasn’t when U shoulda

Checked yourself before U got another foot in your ass

And now it comes 2 pass another phat shot from the higher class

That’s right, U’re still a rookie, see

Kickin’ it with the grown folks in the wrong key

Honey please, U need 2 find

Somebody that’ll hip U 2 the funky design

Shouts out 2 the rookies, put it in the bank

And let it gain a cent or 2 until it just stanks

And flows, your nose will know

When it’s all wrinkled, then it’s good 2 go

On the fire, I would be a liar

If I didn’t say I wanna take U higher

And hip U 2 the one-eyed bass

Listen 2 the solo while it pleads my case

And just when U thought it was over, it started up again

Kickin’ so loud that it’s sure 2 frighten and win

Gossip again? Ho-hum

Listen 2 my drum

When eye 1st heard ur face

Listen 2 my bass

Time will tell who we r

Listen 2 my guitar”

HmmMorocco!

The smells. The feels. The luring. The invitation. The persuasion. The price. The Africa! Morocco has been such a thrill since we landed on the soil. There’s a lot about Morocco that I haven’t fully grasped – (like the driving including donkeys, motorcycles, bicycles, and cars). However so much more about it has really inspired me.

Every day so far feels like a new adventure. There’s no real map of reason in terms of what to expect. The roads lead to narrow paths – narrated by a stray cat looking to past you into times past. It’s easy to get lost in the matrix of endless chances to buy and to experience. No amount of preparing can really put you in the place of being ready for what’s around the corner. It can literally be anything – I’ve not yet turned into an empty corner. Even the blankness of some alleys is filled with mystery and impending curiosity.

The best way I could describe it: You’d have to walk the streets to get the best experience of it. Granted, I’ve never been to the third world before this. I’m not even sure why we call it the third world. It’s the same world we live but the rules in how we live are way different. The people here seem so equipped in determining who is a tourist and who isn’t. My partner and I stick out like a sore thumb. She dresses with style and me myself – my hair turns a lot of faces! Some have called me Mr.Obama or even Rastafarian man. At any rate, some are curious in how they determine where someone is from. 😀

I’m living and that’s what it is all about. Life is meant to be shared and with good company, memories are even sweeter. Every color paired with a texture of experience is Kaleidoscopic. We have been on our toes with each moment. Prepared the best way we know how to – something you learn to expect. You can’t always negotiate the inevitable. Whether you are aiming high or low – you’ll land where satisfaction rises to the top.

Hand in hand – Experiences are treasures to the mind. You can never fail at the taste of the different spices. Learning to be educated while also growing to teach what one has gained. So much more to hand out – I’m just getting started. Ain’t it fun?

The Siren Language

When I wake up from my slumber the sounds are loud and they rumble within my ears. I must meet the day for life has served me some demands. It ain’t like I can sleep in and snooze the clock this time. Those days are gone. If I really wanna make a difference – I got to be about the noise and learn just how well those sound decibels ring.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t even hear myself. I’m going deaf at the noise and I can’t let it go. I’m the one to blame for even as the environment has chosen me, I subject myself to the noise. It’s like being in a stadium filled with crowds cheering. Who’s team would silence be on? If I took the pledge to not say anything until I was awakened – would that make a difference in the game?

It seems we can only muster a small difference if we want to see a big change. We can all take small steps to a vision while having a large heart of ambition. We are all doing something to respond to the noise. A loud conviction is set to awaken a belief inside. We are the messengers of sound – hoping to say something that’ll make somebody listen. Not all of us are listening but the alarms give us the feeling.

I’m having to learn the siren language. The frequency of alarms in which life reminds me to keep up with objectives. Promises that have been made are expected to be kept in spite of the timing of the alarm. The lights are as good as flash signals. As they pulsate in connection with the sounds, my ears vibrate.

I can offer no excuses as to why I did not complete what was already promised in my intent. When you claim you want something, you got to work to get it. The noise is to awaken you from your supposed slumber. Get to business in spite of the vibrations in your sphere.

Trembling noises are setting fire to my tongue, begging me to learn again. It’s like hearing a new language being spoken to you all the time. You might be able to decipher a few words but everything in between is foreign. It’s not always easier committing to learning a new language.

Swedish is my newest language to understand. It’s not necessarily easy and while it shares a resemblance to English the pronunciation isn’t as slippery. Meaning the words don’t flow as cool as I’m used to. Words get caught in between my southern dialect. Swedish is more like sandpaper with deep vibrations as an accent. I have to train myself to talk slower and as if I have mucus in the back of my throat. (This ain’t easy, B)

There’s more to language than just Speaking, Listening (Understanding), and Writing (knowing when to use certain characters in the top of the alphabet. It’s a process and the sirens have been going off for a while in my head.

The siren language teaches me all sounds can be understood if by paying enough attention. It will cost me several frustrations and slurs but with proper listening – I can awaken without disruption. I can’t slack tho. EVERYDAY. I MUST practice. That’s the biggest gripe with it. I have to surround myself with something new and leave no room to slack.

I’ve been blessed with a partner that speaks Swedish among other languages which will make these sirens a bit more durable. (Thanks, Baby Girl <3) Submitting to what I don’t know – to learn. To grow. To not be so stubborn when it comes to learning. I’m working on it – it’s just I need to work a bit harder so my brain can take it all in. Until then….

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BTW: I’d hardly call this new Project from The MJ Estate NEW – all of these tracks have been released. If you wanna give us a project feature something never before seen. Something really new, otherwise along with learning Swedish this project is another siren in my ear! 😀

The Living Things (Fully Alive & Sort of Dead)

The Living Things is finally here and it’s FULLY ALIVE. I was driven to create this because I had a few things to say about life. Life is moving for even in the silence – pulsating vibrations are recognized. There are seven parts to this project and each deal with various aspects (Windows) of life. In the three weeks prior to releasing this, I talked about how Water is Internet, The Echoes In The Night, and how YOU have the luxury privilege of disliking whatever is experienced in life.

Now you can experience the full life of The Living Things. The other four windows to this are as follows: The Living Things // W.G.E.O.L. (We Gave Each Other Life) // Makeup & Lighting // Zippers IN The Dark.

You got 39 minutes? I got this! I figure if you can invest 39 minutes and some change – you’ll learn something. Maybe you’ll be challenged? Who knows – only if you can invest some of your minutes. The great thing is – this will be up here forever. I wanted to create something direct and clairvoyant and not too full on like Characters In The Wind

There’s something for everybody and this thing is alive to help you transcend.

You have the liberty to Donate to this as an act of love or maybe you disliked it. Either way, it’s fine cuz this is it. Life is still breathing.

THANK YOU FOR LIKING OR DISLIKING THIS! 😀

Candy Feathers – Rainbow Forgery

The colors you bring to my mind are filled with delight and cream. I can only dream and dream when my eyes go to sleep. You’re simply what I want.

Can you be obtained, and when I finally taste of your colors – will you avenge me and forge my sensation?

Ketchup is noticeably on your clothes. You eating sloppy so slow down! This Narrative of consumption focuses on the color that comes with your favorites foods. Candy invites the dream – it entices the desire to gain with its every bite, before you know it you’ll be flying high. Just make sure your colors aren’t forged.

Prince In New Zealand: An Unforgettable Parade of Jubilation

Last night was an energy parade. Energy beyond the ability sit down. Everything happened at such rapid and intense pace, my sensations are still processing. A magical night filled with illuminating depth. A number of surprises that preceded the event are way too ‘Willy Wonka’ Inspired to explain. 😀

A night filled with unexpected jams and smiles that lite up the room. It was the first time Prince performed in New Zealand and the 3rd time I’ve seen him outside of Paisley Park. The first time being at SXSW in Austin TX (My First Prince Show) // Second time in New Orleans – 3rd time in New Zealand.

The power of just Prince, with a piano and microphone, is literally an experience you would have to witness to truly get. Every crowd is different because each is equipped with different levels of vibration. Here in Auckland, the crowd was composed of intensity and rising anticipation which was met, with a satisfying delivery of funk.

Each snap of his finger was in a complete time of note and rhythm. He seemed to get a joy out of the reaction from the crowd as we were baptized with each pressing moment. It almost felt like the crowd in New Zealand couldn’t contain their thrill. There wasn’t a lot of room for slow ballads or anything too sentimental, as we were engaged in our conviction of energy.

With a career spanning over three decades, a plethora of songs was acknowledged with respect to space, which allowed smooth improvisation. The crowd moved accordingly with each swaying tune. From: I Wanna Be Your Lover, Strange Relationship, Purple Music, Noon Rendezvous, How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore, Condition Of The Heart, Raspberry Beret, Adore, The Ladder…Among many others)

(&HearingNoonRendezvousForTheFirstTimeWasJustAsIntoxicatingAsYouMightThink!) 🙂 🙂

By the time, he entered into Kiss – everyone was standing UP in unison singing with joy and refreshing flexibility. Prince couldn’t sit down either, as we charged him with just as much power he gave us. The exchange leaped from Spirit to Spirit. The house was packed, and from person to person above and below, astonishment rested on every heart present.

The piano provides so much space for warmth and depth, making it an incredible experience for what comes next. It’s pure Transcendence of what is and what ain’t.

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The Set-list proved if anything, Prince has a song for every emotion. So many tunnels and avenues of emotion, that are explored through his discography. The arrangements of these songs on the piano are new and refreshing each time.

His expressions are something unforgettable and life-changing, you can’t help but smile and dance in gratitude that he’s still here doing what he loves best. And we love it too! He encouraged us to free ourselves, and to love ourselves because there’s so much work to do!

Special Shout out to Jeremy and Emily, who was with me every step of the journey. We can only think of the miraculous manifestations of the night.  It was their first time seeing him since 2012 for the ‘Welcome to Australia’ shows. So, for them to suspend in such ways was beautiful to witness.

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For a lot of people in the Theater,  it was their first time seeing him, and so their reactions pantomimed nothing short of jubilation.

And with that….

“Love Urself so we can love U 2! We need Ur help, there’s so much work to do.”

2 Free Urself At Paisley Park 10.08.15

What made Paisley Park’s Show (10.08.15) quite Historic and Legendary for me were the sudden surprises throughout the night – which is what I aim to convey in this write-up! I talked in brief detail about this (Every Paisley Park Party with Danny L’Amour who is always there to add her joy and experience) You can check out that video by clicking HERE) I always appreciate when anyone watches and can feel as if they are there, by watching us discuss the nights at Paisley!

I was literally cooking Pasta, (Thankfully, it did not burn – I had it on low when I got the call 🙂 So there is a Private Event at Paisley Park, and I can invite some friends? I call my friends and we all scatter to get ready before we head out to Paisley Park.
We’re all in the Luv4OneAnotherRoom – DJ Kiss sets the tone, and it’s now time for The Dance.  This is when all of us dance until something happens. (The Dance continues throughout the night, as even Prince proclaims when he gets on stage DON’T STOP DANCING)
While dancing, we notice some more people show up through the back entrance. It’s Madonna’s crew – who eases into Paisley with a groove ready for the dance floor. At this point, the atmosphere just begins to become electric. Madonna shows up with an applause from the audience, and we can sense this will be a spectacular night!

For Starters, this was the first time since I have seen Prince with a different band other than 3rdEyeGirl. MonoNeon was on the bass guitar, Kirk Johnson was on Drums, Donna Grantis was on guitar, while Prince played guitar, piano, and sang.

The environment is all in unison, waiting in anticipation as Prince layers in with his fingers on the organ. It feels we have been invited to something special.

He starts off with his latest single ‘Stare‘. The bass pumps wild with MonoNeon chopping away with extreme funky precision. He opened up on the Organ, then proceeded on his guitar with rhythmic improvisation. The crowd applauded the moment he picked up his guitar! He knows we are gonna love it. Probably, not as much as he loves playing Guitar himself. He shreds on the song Guitar, telling us “I Love You Baby, but Not like I love my guitar! His chops were so clear and strong, conveying several monuments of emotion. When you thought the solo was over he found something else to bring out of it. After he finished all of his solos, he put the guitar down to head back to the piano, playing Use Me, A cover by Bill Withers – which added spice to the night.

His piano chops were easily rendered and soulfully magnetic. He changed the tempo towards to end so seamlessly in tune ready for the next number. Stratus, which came in – with a rock hard funk stimulation, which charged his band to tap into their space. Everyone was able to get in on the funk and Donna played with a blistering passion. We all had our eyes on her, as she shredded. I remember looking to my right – seeing Madonna just struck at the live performance from the band.

This pumped the set right into Ain’t About 2 Stop – which possessed a darker grunge appeal. The arrangement was similar to the Album’s version but with more space for instrumentation. Donna came back with her guitar wailing while Prince chopped around on his piano.  1,000 X’s & O’s enforced us all to return to a sense of soul and direction. His vocals sounded so clear and his falsetto could not be beaten. By the time, he went into The X’s Face, I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. I was pleased to hear these songs in a live setting. Mono Neon added to the funk by his unique ability. He had me floored, by his timing and arrangement. He knew just where to come in. The crowd and energy were given so much at such sudden times.I think Prince knew this so he gave us a break for a while so that DJ Kiss could return back us back dancing. I think after a while he noticed our STARE as we were completely focused on the sounds ahead of us. 😀
He returned back with ‘Free Urself‘ by inviting us to dance on stage with him, which was one of the highlights of the night. We all got down and screamed with passion “FREE URSELF” We were so loud and in time, there was a moment where Prince asked “You all got your passports?! I might need to take you all on tour with me! ” Free Urself released so much energy and power out of us, we didn’t know where to go after that!?

What would top that?

The crowd dwindled to about 15 of us, and a lot of people thought he wouldn’t return on stage, but they were wrong.

About 10 minutes later, we hear Sign O’ The Times being looped – while Prince has his ax strapped on him. He chants “ooh Wee Oh, Ohh!” We all follow his direction and then he changes the tempo a bit to go into Work To Do by The Isley Brothers. He improvises with his guitar and wails out for a moment to ‘America’ which plunged us into higher heights. By the end of Sign O’ Times / Work To Do – he finishes off by saying “Thank U All! GOOD NIGHT!

We are all sweating and shocked by the night’s power and are only HUNGRY for food! He fed our souls, our feet, our spirits, and our hearts. LIKE only he could Do – AND NOW I’ve only had the time to process! One of the most extraordinary realities after leaving Paisley Park is the Process that comes afterward.The experience of that place pulls you with such thrill and fascination; while engaging the live moments – every part of you is affected. You are looking, hearing, and overall experiencing what is before you.

In Summary, A Paisley morning is a sunrise! Once, I awaken with the joy of the day, I am given the inspiration to recall the blessings music gives. Live Music, in particular, allows electricity to flow through your body, and you are often brought to spiritual recognition! What an honor and gift it is, to witness creation being tapped into by true artists.

I’m FREED!

A Paisley Peace For Baltimore

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Lately, I’ve been discussing the recent Paisley Park Experiences with friends, and how spontaneous they are. You aren’t always given any warning, sometimes only three hours before it begins. Unlike several previous times, we were informed through  @PURPLESSENCE (Paisley Park’s Official Twitter Handle) a night before, after reading Iris Perez’s detailed experience at Paisley herself, that there would be a Dance Party in light of the recent Baltimore Uprising. 30$ Cover.

How does one invite someone to something as spontaneous as Paisley Park?! “Hey, Prince is opening his studio, and you are invited! It goes on for about five hours at a time, could be longer but it’s ultimately determined by this thing we call ‘The Everlasting Now’. We don’t know if he’s gonna perform, but there will be great dancing and 360 sound in the best sound spaces you could imagine! You down?

How does one turn that down? That’s the thing: YOU DON’T. You just GO! Every experience at Paisley is different and seemingly always tailored for the occasion.

Before the show even started, we were entertained by the two DJ’s out, making sure our feet raced on the carpet in the Luv4OneAnother room. A room allowing of space, but extremely faint compared to the Main Sound Stage. Our feet needed more room to play. There were about 300 of us there as a family unit. We were then carried through visual time travel to the Main Sound Stage.

Soul Train clips plastered on the screen, all seemingly in sync with the music played. (Shout out to Rosie Perez, as she demonstrated some of the most fly moves on screen – responded by Denise…as she shared some taunting moves too!!)

Soul Train then morphed into select pieces of artwork, dressed on the projector, in high definition, which served as a great lucid endearment. But then there is a live video to get you going too! Several, 3rdEyeGirl – videos from London were shown. Alongside with never before seen clips. The private performance of Lianna La Havas was shown at her home in London, that she did earlier last year.

Including the video (Which was only available as audio before) from The Infrared Showcase, that was briefly online on YouTube – a show for Appolonia who starred in Purple Rain – Seeing Prince play Endorphinmachine and ‘She’s Always In My Hair’ right before her, was a magical thing to witness.

An emotional tear evoking performance of Jimi Hendrix on guitar had us all soul lifted. Liv Warfield alongside, in the visual experience, made up for a great night. I’d pay 30$ just to see that again. It was crafted so well and really had your heart beating for the next page.

We all enjoy when Prince performs, it is the closest thing we have to conversation without actually speaking to him.

Music is Prince’s language.

We tend to underestimate the language in which Prince speaks through his music. This man is literally an instrument, and he is capable of talking with more than his voice.  He uses instruments to channel his raw emotional rendition; whether it’s his guitar, keyboard, or even bass guitar. All which he played last night, in very select parts of the show. Prince doesn’t simply play music, he is music. Engaging instruments like a scientist, utilizing space, to engage in a significant conversation with musical rhetoric.

It seemed he had a story to tell concerning the recent chaotic experiences. Starting off with Chaos & Disorder and falling into Dreamer. “Chaos & Disorder, ruling my world today”.

Dreamer is one of the most memorable of the night. Prince puts down his Ax for a brief moment only to play around with his keyboards. He remained there for about five minutes, to offer a rendition that was more than words can say. Lost, through his keyboard and synth stabs, he was caught within space. After feeling satisfied with his delivery of piano ministry, he heads back to his guitar with a little bit more to say.

“Peanut Butter Logic – Served on a bed of lies, don’t go down to easy when you see your Daddy crying. Have you ever clutched the steering wheel of your car – tight? See in Chanhassen we ain’t scared of the police at night, but I wasn’t always here..”

(Prince hasn’t always been in the best sides of town, he knows how the cops can be in less progressive and privileged communities)

He made mention of the chemicals chasing people at night in the skies – Encouraging the crowd to keep our 3rd Eye Open… Like CBS “So that we could SEE their B.S.”

Prince being aware of the struggles that certain communities experience.

He asked:

“Where you from?”

While answering through his guitar – a melodic sadness which seemed to correspond to what comes from being questioned by the police.

Crimson And Clover was accentuated by Donna’s divine guitar playing. The song reached the boiling point in which Prince delivered the first striking guitar solo. A guitar story which reached a climatic baptizing, wherein Prince expressed his most sensual and pulsating guitar mannerisms like he was simply drinking water.

The crowd engaged repeating “Over & Over..”

We then are reminded, He loves us- But not like his Guitar. And we can see Donna LOVES her guitar too.

Prince really enjoys talking with his guitar, it seems. Sure, he has his loves, but when he plays guitar – we can see,  he loves that a bit more.

What is Plectrum Electrum?! It’s a guitar pick that is in an electric relationship with emotional translation. He explains with Donna just what Plectrum Electrum is. Guitars echo with extreme fire and awakening power.

The crowd cheers and all of us scream. More!

He then gets on the bass guitar and performs ‘The Whole Of The Moon” (A cover by the Water Boys)

Easily the funkiest part of the night, The full of the moon punctuated the experience of the night.

Prince invited several people on stage to harmoniously groove our way back to the Dancefloor.

While he didn’t perform the new song, Baltimore like he did for Iris. We got a whole lot of music that redeemed the conversation on Freddie Gray, and what’s going on in Baltimore. Prince doesn’t have to call it by a song name, he said what he needed in the arrangement and heart of the night.

Another Paisley Night covered by pure passion. An emotional experience that is molded by the gift of music. Sure it was entertainment but it felt like a Love Trip. It’s an experience – an emotive spiritual consequence is born at that place. The sudden nature of spontaneous dictum declares a victorious revival. Energies are restored, feet (while battered and bruised from dancing) travels the distance needed for redemption. The Cycle of The Moon Effects The Motion of the Sea What You Did Prince?! On top of that – it’s spent with friends and family!  Thank YOU to Prince & 3RDEYEGIRL.
“We R 3RDEYEGIRL AND SO ARE YOU”.

Set List For The Curious (Keep In Mind..A Song Title is what it is. The name of the song. It doesn’t at all speak to how he translated it live and what emotion was geared in when we heard it)

Chaos And Disorder
Dreamer
Crimson And Clover
Guitar
Plectrum Electrum
The Whole of The Moon

Psychedelic Vibration (A Spontaneous Night With Shpongle)

 

Lately, my experiences have been spontaneously laced with a riddle. Last night was exactly that. (3/27/15)
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I’m not entirely familiar with Shpongle but by the recommendation out of a conversation with my homie Jeremy. He makes music himself, which has several different styles incorporated.

 

Check him out on: http://jeremygarnermusic.bandcamp.com/

The both of us, have collaborated in times passed, and we have recently paired up in the near future (AFLW). I value his taste and interest, as we connect on a similar level, as it concerns sound and the ways in which vibration is understood.

So, when he mentioned to me, that Shpongle was actually performing in MPLS – I found the opportunity worth seizing. I wasn’t exactly doing anything and I know what experience he had when he witnessed him. Granted, his experience was not just music, it was more of a trip. We both ended up experiencing the similar effects.

Several different tides occurred which made the concert even more eventful. For starters, Jeremy wrote a book out of inspiration from listening to their music which he mailed off to me months ago. We were hoping maybe, I could pass it onto Shpongle himself. On my way out, I ended up carrying the book in my backpack. Although, I was told there was a strict NO BACKPACK Policy. SO I had to unwillingly place the backpack underneath a car, as I was not wanting to go back on the train to bring it back.

To my surprise, I arrived extremely early (About 9:20) because Shpongle was not set to perform until midnight. Overwhelmed by the anxiety of my bag being underneath a car, and the sweat and energy of drunk people besides me. I decided to leave, to only return back closer to his set. That also meant, getting something to eat! Which was a win, as I was extremely hungry!

I ate and made my way back on the train back to the event. (No backpack with me, as I managed to put the book in my coat) As soon, as I arrived back to the venue, there was an overwhelming amount of people all seemingly within a trace, responding to the master Shpongle. The music was different from anything I had ever experienced. Usually, I would be against going to an event like this, because it’s Electronica for the most part. A music genre I am extremely critical of in the POP sense. (Maybe if it wasn’t so dominating, and if there was a mix of it on the radio) But Shpongle manages to translate his sound in a unique vibration.

 

Firstly, everyone, there was all invested. Some of them with lights on their hands dressed with individual gadgets of lights. SO many different kinds of people and it seemed that all of them came with a purpose. All of them responding to the music in their own way.

On top of that, they were intoxicated, and many of them were smoking. Yet the energy was somehow plural and singular. Plural in that, all of them were consciously speaking the same language. BUT singular in that, all of them spoke the way they understood it.

The bass and sounds were entering into me with a baptizing effect. Like I was drinking in all of the sounds. At one point I had to move to an isolated part of the room because some people were banging their heads on me.HA!

 

Once, I managed to find an area, I closed my eyes and noticed the unpredictability of the music. There were very few loops, as I was always surprised when the next stab came along. For about an hour and 20 mins, Shpongle became an instrument. It was a very detailed experience filled with visuals and trance. I think, if I was alone experiencing it, it would be a very abstract experience even more so. With all the people there with me, made it a very collective journey. AND once again, all equipped with different clothing.

I was mesmerized by the vibration, and really glad I managed to make it, even as I felt very alone. Alone, in the sense that I was limited in my expression of the vibration because I was trying to understand it. I tried to find Shpongle after the show, but security was heavy so I was not able to give him the book, but ALL things in perfect timing!

On my way home, the whole thing took a greater turn for confusion. So many people were drunk – cause it’s the weekend, and people want to have fun with the spirits. While waiting for the train, it arrived about 30 minutes after the show. (So about 2:46AM) I did something I never thought I was capable of doing. FELL ASLEEP ON THE TRAIN.

Granted I was tired, but I did not expect to respond to my sleep by actually falling asleep! I woke up at the airport terminal, and I had to wait about 3 and 1/2 hours before the train came. What made it more an eerie experience was that one of the guys there tried to attack me. He failed. Yet, he succeeds in that he got 8 dollars after I threw it at him. It amazes me how spirits engage the personality. I really started to feel for him as I noticed his pleas.

I was not harmed, if anything it woke me up. There was ultimately no threat, only an invitation to what’s around me.

I really enjoyed the experience overall, as now I have a better understanding of how that particular sound is understood for me. I’m studying my reactions and becoming more aware of what psychedelic vibration means.

Just another story, I’ll be able to share! BIG shout out to Jeremy for helping me experience Shpongle! I have a feeling, I’ll be able to carry out the vision more clearly when I check them out live again.

It’s always cool when multiple colors are able to congregate and minister within an individual yet collective vision.

Psychedelic Vibration is Shpongle.

We’re Flattered! Gone Like Scarlett!

I’m gone with the Wind! Except the wind won’t take me back to Terra like it took Scarlet! You heard me homie! 😀 Headed to my new home in Minneapolis Minnesota! 1|7|2015 – I declare LIFE for my body so that I won’t freeze to DEATH OUT there! Seems like I’ll be traveling on the coldest day so far this season. For all my friends; who never wished me farewell before I left Texas. I wish you all love and peace in the universe. I know we’ll meet again somewhere… Somehow! Living in Texas is like eating a bowl of soup with a fork. Let’s just say Minnesota is also a city of Utensil making (Like New Orleans), the endless opportunities arise. It’s gonna be like a trampoline for me. I’m ready to JUMP!

I can’t help but feel like a plural instead of singular. I feel connected with other forces within me. The last time I went to Minnesota I felt this harmony and it brought out a poem that related to this power.

We’re Harmony
We’re stunned
We’re flattered
We’re glad…

We’re excited…
We’re mad
We’re jovial
We’re all of the pronunciation of emotion!

I take from you as you have taken from me. We are a whole – a being of organism intended to form a design that is fragile. In an instant, we are cut by ourselves – spilt apart like the membrane of an explosion in the cell. Information that brings forth questions that remain inert.

Yet the remaining ‘I’ is left unresolved.

Knew individuals are released at higher crescendos…now the WE becomes a stronger effect.

By the faulty prisms of our infrastructures, we float through the union together.  We all at once are alienated but pieced together by the sound of persuasion.

The pores in which we hear a dynamic of melody. Harmonizing together are we told by the forces installed.