Thursday, July 4, 2019
Wednesday, July 3, 2019
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
I have seen the other side...and its...
Cruising weather, finally.
40+ pages a day!
Gardening,
human awakening, and all the love and shlub that comes with it
Accumulate paints,
contrast the hidden-sun eclipse,
Transfer tons of tape-reels,
Fine books from 1850-1906!
Poetry season, tuff work season,
huff and puff and run far season,
Chhi Chhi Chi lly.. no!
thank God the frost season's over.
So long along by the
Willow Willow Willow
trees
Over on insta-gram-now...
find that! f--- that!
It's like a dented, clonky hand-tool, though.
So if i___gram implodes,
not going with it
I digress I digress I digress--- the outside world!
Every once so often you can
escape the fire
every once in a while
you can
escape the fire
even when a willow trees
bends to the knees
even when a willow tree
wants to spoil, wants to spoil
Blockheads.... youu don't get 'em for free
What if
the best way to rebel... were not from mouth to ear to hand
from the media-------__
double//dash.
"I am thinking of q ]=] "
Just because a book is old does not mean it cannot change your world.
New new new, fresh design, new new information, new theory, frantic unison.
By golly, there are ancient things, true and time-tested, that deserve a gambit or two.
The American Revolution was blessed by the right side of the lodge.
There are snakes and there are angels and there are snakes with wings.
What would it be when a concept became that it wished to escape from?
Would the power of scrying begin to put power over fear
and could the people...
those who can wipe their own faces,
and not bow down to tacky industry,
wake up from a spell, a numeration,
a big fat wobbly boggly (clearly)
Inheriting not only secret code
but the God Dang Obvious.
(Forgive your sins with G.D.O.!)
A Quantum Swan Song never confuses the movie for the credits.
R.I.P D H
totally & freely
be there at a better world
while we give a kick and a gnudge and laugh and serious arm-turn-pull strength at this one
to make it closer-like yours now.
40+ pages a day!
Gardening,
human awakening, and all the love and shlub that comes with it
Accumulate paints,
contrast the hidden-sun eclipse,
Transfer tons of tape-reels,
Fine books from 1850-1906!
Poetry season, tuff work season,
huff and puff and run far season,
Chhi Chhi Chi lly.. no!
thank God the frost season's over.
So long along by the
Willow Willow Willow
trees
Over on insta-gram-now...
find that! f--- that!
It's like a dented, clonky hand-tool, though.
So if i___gram implodes,
not going with it
I digress I digress I digress--- the outside world!
escape the fire
every once in a while
you can
escape the fire
even when a willow trees
bends to the knees
even when a willow tree
wants to spoil, wants to spoil
What if
the best way to rebel... were not from mouth to ear to hand
from the media-------__
double//dash.
New new new, fresh design, new new information, new theory, frantic unison.
By golly, there are ancient things, true and time-tested, that deserve a gambit or two.
There are snakes and there are angels and there are snakes with wings.
What would it be when a concept became that it wished to escape from?
Would the power of scrying begin to put power over fear
and could the people...
those who can wipe their own faces,
and not bow down to tacky industry,
wake up from a spell, a numeration,
a big fat wobbly boggly (clearly)
Inheriting not only secret code
but the God Dang Obvious.
(Forgive your sins with G.D.O.!)
R.I.P D H
totally & freely
be there at a better world
while we give a kick and a gnudge and laugh and serious arm-turn-pull strength at this one
to make it closer-like yours now.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
winter hat in storage
Wasn't heartless seven years ago
painted into a position that trailed ever-since
Had to see, someone passed away then
& you said those words werent said right enough
& i cant shape when plied-to
Or come up quick enough from
the drums of the predictable or a slight of space.
you threw hypoheticals of the scarring kind
Onto an impressionable mind
painted into a position that trailed ever-since
Had to see, someone passed away then
& you said those words werent said right enough
& i cant shape when plied-to
Or come up quick enough from
the drums of the predictable or a slight of space.
you threw hypoheticals of the scarring kind
Onto an impressionable mind
Thursday, January 3, 2019
Her Wings Home in the Empty Sky
This blogger is an antique now. This is a way of dusting it off. I am not considered an antique yet!! There is still 400 more years to go for that.
Trying to catch up with past recordings and re-spruce the image-additive to lots of them.
Another grab+go setup though. To have people and sets and I could come up with scripts, and record things then! Well that would be...
but this was with footage-snabbing. An Electric Lines song.
Amp showed up in the mail. But it was either damaged or---just bad quality?? I don't know. It should have sounded crystal clear. No to that!
Oh well. Studio sound someday. In the next few months if I can pull that off, who knows. Lots and lots of sound-atmospheres of 'feelings' that would like to've be gotten at.
Just have the feeling in mind and construct it from that basis.
You find out what you are doing after it is completed, that way, most of the time.
Its been all these years and I just started even figuring to florp around with buffer settings and changing those things.
Audio interface, soon? I think I can run an amp through an interface.
Or playing feathers and rulers against flower pots and dutch shoes.
2019: The year there is a faculty to move through the previous galactic uproars and upheavel and put wings onto the ways which we face planetary and consciousness change-agents.
I'm tired, it's 5am, that probably didn't come out too smooth, but you know what I mean.
Monday, December 17, 2018
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
Dear blogger.com,
oh it was horrible, I was stuck in a wind tunnel.
Oh how I could hardly explain it if I tried. & all these people eating beans.
Nothing at all but beans.
but I implore you, don't press me on it. That is all the past now.
Surely this blog will be visited more frequently, and posts will be made more
frequently.
& how lavish it will be!
Side banners will be upkept, and a brand new background will give glimpses
of hope in that the civil unrest of the modern age
could vanish just as much as the scowls held by us impersonators
could flip into a laughter
and a magic wand just may turn the fashionistas that we all are
into Humming Birds which take up less space.
And all of us zesty hummingbirds could have banners tapered to our tails
in which demonstrate the vividness of each our cause.
Youtube is at it again! with the tinkering of controls that were perfectly fine to begin with. You can read about all my complaints about that in my brand new 422 page whopper of a book about things that annoy me. A novelette called All that Infuriates Me is going to be a wondrous pre-release to that. Much like all the pre-release gas I had to suffer through in that godforsaken wind tunnel. Why bring that up again!?
This here is a song called Cassidopeus at Nucleus. This was cut from the 48 minute version down to a healthy six. Re-recording it. Putting some songs out by mid 2019, maybe earlier. Will fit the theme/feeling of this Nucleus song.
Session of seven songs recorded @ this night--- ~ 10/14/2013.
GEEAEE was the guitar tuning, before that SUPER-JUMBO Epiphone was traded for the lovely Martin residing here now. Man I miss that thing but it was so big that it would clunk nearby objects during the recording process. and I wanted to switch to a more natural and warm sounding woodtop guitar, without the lamination. If I can pick up another of those Epiphones however, would love to do that.
Ok so I'm still trying to get video output settings ok. It's a tough ride. Reinstalling some programs onto another pc had reset all of the settings which were learned by happenstance and not by paying any attention to anything. + all the vids for this demo channel are collaged in a drag + drop scenario. So they're free flow, why work crazily to hone up a video for a song that is going to be redone? Because stone cold said so? No, that rule doesn't apply very heavily, really.
I miss myspace. This new internet sucks cahones. Its just marketing and like-accumulations. You can read more about my feelings of that in my book chapter for things that annoy me. It is sure to lessen the readers life span by 3.4 days.. which is no dent really. Traffic-waiting actually sucks more years from out of the human-being.
These are the lyrics to Cassidopeus @ Nucleus
With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Later the Great Mother found it stapled to the underside of the great table
It was a while later when she had found it, actually.
Despite absidin'
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Actually I never really tried it on
The legs weren't parrallel and there wasn't even a hole between the shoulders.
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited from the tribe
If not, devoured by them, luckily.
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Children kick the can.
A sign of life and fun and a sign of play.
and with uneven legs and no headhole,
even if ya could cram the suit on,
and rip through to fit,
"Do you remember
the stem about it
The box of desperate-descriptions:
The smell of graham crackers laying on the table with cinnamon
Another cult of ideas; live with it, move past it
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
"Why distant alcoves of reality acceleration?
"Why distant indeed"
"I think it's all kids games.
Kids games, kids games.
We replace that with this"
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
where new waterfalls hang
fixes crooked picture frames
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus
whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus
With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited by the tribe
If not devoured by them, luckily.
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
So mask wears a mask
fixes crooked picture frames
where new waterfalls hang
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!
With scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
Who scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
Some papers were thrown on the floor around where I was recording and some other aspects were laid out as a chorus, so its a real ham and pepperjack fest that was breaded by stream of consciousness, which was really enjoyable when creating it. Except excited was sang where exiled was supposed to have been per-nounced. That would probably earn seven or eight lashes from that god dang forsaken rule committee, but what can ya do? That is just so terrible!!!
Anyway I just want to say
Nobody trust these dogs!
They're liars pure and straight. If you see them, you'll know what I mean. I shouldn't have hired them as accountants anyway... but they will try to scam you out of some intense percentage intakes. Some people told me it was my own fault "Lee, you shouldn't have hired dogs to handle your accounts and to manage your booking and relegations" and all that. Well hell, they just plowed over everything and crapped every where and... I'd of been better off in that gassy wind tunnel the whole while.
Anyway blogger I'm afraid I'll probably drag myself back here someday, and loathe it once again. Yes, I will probably set foot here again but don't think it's because I wanted to for crikeys sake. I will probably have some cause or project, and try and collect dollars to fund it... or maybe will have brains stormed something to get bought out by one of the seven companies remaking Colombia Pictures entire catologue again and again. Oh, we can remake the 100,000 Dalmations movie, as another idea, only replace all the dogs with Stimey-Pigs, and do it as a live-action adventure, and tarnish some legacies by having a Ethel Merman hologram real chalking it up. Gee, thanks a lot!
I feel like a damn dirty dog for saying that. Or any of this.
But you have to win some to lose some, or so they say. Who says that? People who don't win nothin! Okay, so I change that.
"You have to take off your ice skate before walking all over someone's face."
That used to be the motto of the auto industry, but it seems that even they have really changed tune.
Anyway, new sounds next year. Will send a copy to the moon. Will probably come with an inflatable frog & an autographed 8X10 of a part time dog-walker.
Going to now go and wash all of this "bloggery" from off of me
- a stimey, filthy pig
oh it was horrible, I was stuck in a wind tunnel.
Oh how I could hardly explain it if I tried. & all these people eating beans.
Nothing at all but beans.
but I implore you, don't press me on it. That is all the past now.
Surely this blog will be visited more frequently, and posts will be made more
frequently.
& how lavish it will be!
Side banners will be upkept, and a brand new background will give glimpses
of hope in that the civil unrest of the modern age
could vanish just as much as the scowls held by us impersonators
could flip into a laughter
and a magic wand just may turn the fashionistas that we all are
into Humming Birds which take up less space.
And all of us zesty hummingbirds could have banners tapered to our tails
in which demonstrate the vividness of each our cause.
Youtube is at it again! with the tinkering of controls that were perfectly fine to begin with. You can read about all my complaints about that in my brand new 422 page whopper of a book about things that annoy me. A novelette called All that Infuriates Me is going to be a wondrous pre-release to that. Much like all the pre-release gas I had to suffer through in that godforsaken wind tunnel. Why bring that up again!?
This here is a song called Cassidopeus at Nucleus. This was cut from the 48 minute version down to a healthy six. Re-recording it. Putting some songs out by mid 2019, maybe earlier. Will fit the theme/feeling of this Nucleus song.
Session of seven songs recorded @ this night--- ~ 10/14/2013.
GEEAEE was the guitar tuning, before that SUPER-JUMBO Epiphone was traded for the lovely Martin residing here now. Man I miss that thing but it was so big that it would clunk nearby objects during the recording process. and I wanted to switch to a more natural and warm sounding woodtop guitar, without the lamination. If I can pick up another of those Epiphones however, would love to do that.
Ok so I'm still trying to get video output settings ok. It's a tough ride. Reinstalling some programs onto another pc had reset all of the settings which were learned by happenstance and not by paying any attention to anything. + all the vids for this demo channel are collaged in a drag + drop scenario. So they're free flow, why work crazily to hone up a video for a song that is going to be redone? Because stone cold said so? No, that rule doesn't apply very heavily, really.
I miss myspace. This new internet sucks cahones. Its just marketing and like-accumulations. You can read more about my feelings of that in my book chapter for things that annoy me. It is sure to lessen the readers life span by 3.4 days.. which is no dent really. Traffic-waiting actually sucks more years from out of the human-being.
These are the lyrics to Cassidopeus @ Nucleus
With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Later the Great Mother found it stapled to the underside of the great table
It was a while later when she had found it, actually.
Despite absidin'
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Actually I never really tried it on
The legs weren't parrallel and there wasn't even a hole between the shoulders.
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited from the tribe
If not, devoured by them, luckily.
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Children kick the can.
A sign of life and fun and a sign of play.
and with uneven legs and no headhole,
even if ya could cram the suit on,
and rip through to fit,
"Do you remember
the stem about it
The box of desperate-descriptions:
The smell of graham crackers laying on the table with cinnamon
Another cult of ideas; live with it, move past it
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
"Why distant alcoves of reality acceleration?
"Why distant indeed"
"I think it's all kids games.
Kids games, kids games.
We replace that with this"
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
where new waterfalls hang
fixes crooked picture frames
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus
whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus
With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited by the tribe
If not devoured by them, luckily.
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
So mask wears a mask
fixes crooked picture frames
where new waterfalls hang
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!
With scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
Who scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
Some papers were thrown on the floor around where I was recording and some other aspects were laid out as a chorus, so its a real ham and pepperjack fest that was breaded by stream of consciousness, which was really enjoyable when creating it. Except excited was sang where exiled was supposed to have been per-nounced. That would probably earn seven or eight lashes from that god dang forsaken rule committee, but what can ya do? That is just so terrible!!!
Anyway I just want to say
Nobody trust these dogs!
Anyway blogger I'm afraid I'll probably drag myself back here someday, and loathe it once again. Yes, I will probably set foot here again but don't think it's because I wanted to for crikeys sake. I will probably have some cause or project, and try and collect dollars to fund it... or maybe will have brains stormed something to get bought out by one of the seven companies remaking Colombia Pictures entire catologue again and again. Oh, we can remake the 100,000 Dalmations movie, as another idea, only replace all the dogs with Stimey-Pigs, and do it as a live-action adventure, and tarnish some legacies by having a Ethel Merman hologram real chalking it up. Gee, thanks a lot!
I feel like a damn dirty dog for saying that. Or any of this.
But you have to win some to lose some, or so they say. Who says that? People who don't win nothin! Okay, so I change that.
"You have to take off your ice skate before walking all over someone's face."
That used to be the motto of the auto industry, but it seems that even they have really changed tune.
Anyway, new sounds next year. Will send a copy to the moon. Will probably come with an inflatable frog & an autographed 8X10 of a part time dog-walker.
Going to now go and wash all of this "bloggery" from off of me
- a stimey, filthy pig
Thursday, October 4, 2018
but i still prefer canon even though the model is a chunk of the price
I think it was a twelve-mile loop that followed that. But it was a great walk.
I want to do more portraits, however. Not because I don't like taking these
but there's more of a demand to look at people and not at things.
I like the posture of light-posts, though. They really get it right.
Just look at that beautiful smile. :-|
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Saturday, July 21, 2018
You can't eat the hemlocks
 |
| image of my recent cascadin' |
I take the roads that are new, even after many years of passing them by.
There is tremendous strain and sweating and every moment is enjoyed.
Because it leads to hilltops which lead to cruising down
and gaining speed
like it could go on forever.
I have nothing to interrupt me
no buzzes from phones
just the smell of farms
where cow teats have suction-extractors.
& the tremendous swiveling between
road chunks dug-up.
The sky reminds me
of all the things we could become.
There are spare tubes,
so I'll go on further.
Trial on the calves,
in the fullest gear,
celebrate the outdoors.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Song Collection disc two Dante's Death Mask
Song Collection
disc two:
Dante's Death Mask
https://youtu.be/7qdXSW2ueGQ
to listen to with time-stamps (select tracks) or
time stamps
01 Half Of It 00:00
02 Bride Of The East 05:09
03 Setting 08:11
04 Pit Pattering (American Soul Store) 12:42
05 Pit Pattering (To Share Eden With You) 15:02
06 Priestess (Part 2) 17:58
07 Somebody's Not Wearing Any Socks 21:56
08 Cosmic Soul Pick Pockets 24:50
08 Usually (Born Naked) 28:25
19 S Criver Love 30:32
10 Loud Mouth Mime 36:27
11 Herirse 39:23
Extra additions:
12 Leave Time To Live 46:06
13 Tin Beginner/A Nice Horse [demo] 45:59
14 Modern Lust [demo] 50:35
15 Maynoise [demo] 54:28
16 Mytopium Osmosis [demo] 59:31
Selected songs from 2011-2012 releases. Disc one is on this channel. Message to purchase physical copies to support future song production. Or shoot an arrow through my jaw it don't matter.
disc two:
Dante's Death Mask
https://youtu.be/7qdXSW2ueGQ
to listen to with time-stamps (select tracks) or
time stamps
01 Half Of It 00:00
02 Bride Of The East 05:09
03 Setting 08:11
04 Pit Pattering (American Soul Store) 12:42
05 Pit Pattering (To Share Eden With You) 15:02
06 Priestess (Part 2) 17:58
07 Somebody's Not Wearing Any Socks 21:56
08 Cosmic Soul Pick Pockets 24:50
08 Usually (Born Naked) 28:25
19 S Criver Love 30:32
10 Loud Mouth Mime 36:27
11 Herirse 39:23
Extra additions:
12 Leave Time To Live 46:06
13 Tin Beginner/A Nice Horse [demo] 45:59
14 Modern Lust [demo] 50:35
15 Maynoise [demo] 54:28
16 Mytopium Osmosis [demo] 59:31
Selected songs from 2011-2012 releases. Disc one is on this channel. Message to purchase physical copies to support future song production. Or shoot an arrow through my jaw it don't matter.
Song Collection disc one I Can't Feel your Skin, but I Know You're There
Song Collection
disc one
I Can't Feel your Skin, but I Know You're There
https://youtu.be/TceMHXfH6Ag
to listen to with time-stamps (select tracks)
or
01 Call Upon the Old Ones 00:00
02 Its Raining Boneclad Gizmos 05:22
03 You Always Serve Somebody 08:08
04 Eyelid Blip 12:13
05 Anything You Wish 17:01
06 Liquid Floor Love 19:55
07 Ceramic 25:13
08 Real 30:41
09 An Ordinary Coma Day 33:29
10 Cricket Bus 36:08
11 Sixty Dollars 37:40
12 Road For The Young 42:20
13 Oh Golly Oh Slumber 45:43
disc one
I Can't Feel your Skin, but I Know You're There
https://youtu.be/TceMHXfH6Ag
to listen to with time-stamps (select tracks)
or
01 Call Upon the Old Ones 00:00
02 Its Raining Boneclad Gizmos 05:22
03 You Always Serve Somebody 08:08
04 Eyelid Blip 12:13
05 Anything You Wish 17:01
06 Liquid Floor Love 19:55
07 Ceramic 25:13
08 Real 30:41
09 An Ordinary Coma Day 33:29
10 Cricket Bus 36:08
11 Sixty Dollars 37:40
12 Road For The Young 42:20
13 Oh Golly Oh Slumber 45:43
Monday, July 16, 2018
Liberation Revolution and Other Words
The first Cause,
then snapping from dreams.
Designed to desperation
Designed to desperation
of difference
and transparent sheets of effect.
Self-convinced:Mask-conductors.
Fighting for: tension maintenance.
One Source of the indivisible
to bend entirely
restrospective discs before new material sessions
Disc 1 and 2 uploaded to youtube shortly. Adjusting s levels
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
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