Friday, January 21, 2005
What I Like About....
What the hell do I like? And why would you care? And why do I feel I have to express this portion of myself to anyone?
'Cause...
I guess I just like exposing myself. And people are so curious as to what you have TO expose. "Please expose yourself", they say. "I'm too timid to, but if you do then I can live vicariously through you!!" The only complication about exposing what you like is that there are those limits that are required - what if you enjoy say, smothering the parakeet with a chamois cloth soaked in a combination of motor oil, mustard, and blue cheese? WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK?!?!?! So again, honesty and good sense have to tread the same fucking slim line. AGAIN. (Things I Hate: slim lines)
Oh well, honesty and danger call - I HAVE TO cross the line. (I love playing music in a band - it really does engender utilizing my right brain and with that, the choice of taking greater risks. That can be good or bad, but the more I play, the more I want to flirt with the edge. My New Years Resolution is to be bad. Badder than I've been. I'd been playing it WAY too safe. You only live once and I want to enjoy my one and only life).
Anyway back to the task at hand. There's stuff I LOVE, things I like, and shit I'm plain not into. So let's see what's uncovered. I cant wait to find out!
Foremost, of course, is family and friends - loving and being loved - it goes without saying. But the ones you love the most are the ones who get the nakedest, who have the highest expositive natures, who're willing to bare their asses emotionally. Then you have a chance of knowing who they are. You know who you are people. Luvya.
Music is my straight connection with God. I'm constantly tring to get to a level of honesty in what I'm playing. In attempting to express who and what it is I am, as I'm playing, that's when I'm touching God. 'Cause that, my friends, IS what God is. When you are playing what and who it is you ARE, you're communicating your essence, and that's what God is. It's a really simple/complex process, and when it works, its beautiful. You are experiencing what God's essence is too during those moments. To do it with several other people who have all transcended their egos to the spirit of music is enough to make you weep, its so powerful. And whats great is to be experiencing it thru "time" - moments, minutes - not just a fleeting moment. It's like an orgasm but not AS physical but in a much longer time frame. Out of control and in control. Letting go and holding on at the same moment. Schizophrenic. Not a thought process, but a kind of spiritual walk with the progenitor of creation/love/power. Thats why people love music - it is Gods language.
Obviously I have a profound love of God.
I love:
fast cars - driving 125 mph
cool guitars with fast playing necks that have that funky sound I hear in my head.
using my hands to make something beautiful with wood
making something interesting even if not beautiful with wood
the smell of wood having just been cut.
going home after working with wood all day and smelling the fragrance of wood on my hands.
the smell of wood burning in the crisp air coming from a neighbor's fireplace or woodstove as you take a walk out on a snowy night.
walking in the woods as it quietly snows, the flakes landing cool on your nose, and coming across several deer - you stare each other in the eyes, big brown eyes, and try to express that there's nothing to fear but they still scamper off.
playing guitar incredibly loud and passionately .
playing acoustic guitar with my ear to the side of the guitar to hear and feel the full rich resonance of the vibrations.
playing a jazz tune with deep expression as when I know the lyrics and can express the feelings the words convey. Ex: Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars by Jobim.
capturing beautiful moments on film - either still moments or moving moments.
a cup of Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee while reading the NY Times.
running on the beach barefooted.
spandex brimming with labia (cameltoes).
chamber orchestras which include a harp, violins and an oboe.
pencills, erasers - general stationary equipment.
kissing her until she cant keep herself from getting nasty any longer.
designing homes.
building a home you've designed - one of the most fulfilling accomplishments I've experienced is building homes. To be involved in coordinating all the people and materials to construct something which starts as a germ of an idea in your mind and then to eventually see that become a tangible realization which could conceivably be there hundreds of years later is very satisfying. And they pay you too!
first freeing a tender breast from it's concealment.
first touching, and gently pinching pointy, poke yer eye out, nipples.
laughing - laughing until you think you're gonna explode.
joking with friends - that fun airy feeling of everyone being free and glad to be right there right then.
children laughing.
writing. writing my blog. Seeing an editorial in print.
having an editor write to ask you if they can reprint your editorial!
electronic toys! OMG, Help! cameras, mp3 players, multi-track digital recorders, music software for recording, camera phones, computers, ad infinitum.
having her unzip me; reaching in and freeing Mr. Passion.
truly aroused oral sex...
writing a song and having the concept click - the feel, the lyrics, the music.
learning new material with the band, especially original songs - there's so much creative energy which is focused with 4 intelligent sensitive human beings trying to find the best way to get an idea/feeling/concept across. Its electric.
recording music and again especially original material.
The ocean: water in general, swimming, surfing (attempting to), splashing, having kids dive off my shoulders, water skiing, throwing a football on the beach, parasailing, skinny dipping in the middle of the night in really nice warm ocean water, intoxicated with alcohol, laughter, and love, sex on the beach under a full moon, body surfing in BIG waves, sailing really fast in a catamaran so that one of the pontoons is feet above the water - YES!
laughing in bed with your wife just before you get up
coffee and conversation early in the morning (rare for me)
Being kind - being kind to our old, old, puppy, Kramer. Looking in the eyes of the homely pup and seeing the beauty of her soul shining brightly right there in her eyes, and realizing, knowing, that we are all the same beautiful souls just beyond our thick, protective, frightened shells.
69 on a snowy day - all day.
Billie Holiday, John Coltrane, Charlie Parker, Wes Montgomery, Joe Pass, Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, the Phat Back Groove band.
capturing passionate, sexual moments on film - I have always felt that by pretending that sex doesnt exist and excluding it in film, that it is as pathetic an expression of reality as it was for Ricky (in the Lucille Ball Show) to keep his foot on the floor in another bed in any bedroom scene. Sex is healthy, beautiful, and if expressed with intelligence, as much a part of any love scene as you can get.
earning money doing something I love - getting paid twice.
having my desk organized especially after waiting months to do it.
Irish lobster with real lobster.
nut Brown Ale.
new ties - new colorful ties.
having nice new clothes.
new strings on my guitar for a hot gig.
playing in public with a hot band.
Coming.
'Cause...
I guess I just like exposing myself. And people are so curious as to what you have TO expose. "Please expose yourself", they say. "I'm too timid to, but if you do then I can live vicariously through you!!" The only complication about exposing what you like is that there are those limits that are required - what if you enjoy say, smothering the parakeet with a chamois cloth soaked in a combination of motor oil, mustard, and blue cheese? WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK?!?!?! So again, honesty and good sense have to tread the same fucking slim line. AGAIN. (Things I Hate: slim lines)
Oh well, honesty and danger call - I HAVE TO cross the line. (I love playing music in a band - it really does engender utilizing my right brain and with that, the choice of taking greater risks. That can be good or bad, but the more I play, the more I want to flirt with the edge. My New Years Resolution is to be bad. Badder than I've been. I'd been playing it WAY too safe. You only live once and I want to enjoy my one and only life).
Anyway back to the task at hand. There's stuff I LOVE, things I like, and shit I'm plain not into. So let's see what's uncovered. I cant wait to find out!
Foremost, of course, is family and friends - loving and being loved - it goes without saying. But the ones you love the most are the ones who get the nakedest, who have the highest expositive natures, who're willing to bare their asses emotionally. Then you have a chance of knowing who they are. You know who you are people. Luvya.
Music is my straight connection with God. I'm constantly tring to get to a level of honesty in what I'm playing. In attempting to express who and what it is I am, as I'm playing, that's when I'm touching God. 'Cause that, my friends, IS what God is. When you are playing what and who it is you ARE, you're communicating your essence, and that's what God is. It's a really simple/complex process, and when it works, its beautiful. You are experiencing what God's essence is too during those moments. To do it with several other people who have all transcended their egos to the spirit of music is enough to make you weep, its so powerful. And whats great is to be experiencing it thru "time" - moments, minutes - not just a fleeting moment. It's like an orgasm but not AS physical but in a much longer time frame. Out of control and in control. Letting go and holding on at the same moment. Schizophrenic. Not a thought process, but a kind of spiritual walk with the progenitor of creation/love/power. Thats why people love music - it is Gods language.
Obviously I have a profound love of God.
I love:
fast cars - driving 125 mph
cool guitars with fast playing necks that have that funky sound I hear in my head.
using my hands to make something beautiful with wood
making something interesting even if not beautiful with wood
the smell of wood having just been cut.
going home after working with wood all day and smelling the fragrance of wood on my hands.
the smell of wood burning in the crisp air coming from a neighbor's fireplace or woodstove as you take a walk out on a snowy night.
walking in the woods as it quietly snows, the flakes landing cool on your nose, and coming across several deer - you stare each other in the eyes, big brown eyes, and try to express that there's nothing to fear but they still scamper off.
playing guitar incredibly loud and passionately .
playing acoustic guitar with my ear to the side of the guitar to hear and feel the full rich resonance of the vibrations.
playing a jazz tune with deep expression as when I know the lyrics and can express the feelings the words convey. Ex: Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars by Jobim.
capturing beautiful moments on film - either still moments or moving moments.
a cup of Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee while reading the NY Times.
running on the beach barefooted.
spandex brimming with labia (cameltoes).
chamber orchestras which include a harp, violins and an oboe.
pencills, erasers - general stationary equipment.
kissing her until she cant keep herself from getting nasty any longer.
designing homes.
building a home you've designed - one of the most fulfilling accomplishments I've experienced is building homes. To be involved in coordinating all the people and materials to construct something which starts as a germ of an idea in your mind and then to eventually see that become a tangible realization which could conceivably be there hundreds of years later is very satisfying. And they pay you too!
first freeing a tender breast from it's concealment.
first touching, and gently pinching pointy, poke yer eye out, nipples.
laughing - laughing until you think you're gonna explode.
joking with friends - that fun airy feeling of everyone being free and glad to be right there right then.
children laughing.
writing. writing my blog. Seeing an editorial in print.
having an editor write to ask you if they can reprint your editorial!
electronic toys! OMG, Help! cameras, mp3 players, multi-track digital recorders, music software for recording, camera phones, computers, ad infinitum.
having her unzip me; reaching in and freeing Mr. Passion.
truly aroused oral sex...
writing a song and having the concept click - the feel, the lyrics, the music.
learning new material with the band, especially original songs - there's so much creative energy which is focused with 4 intelligent sensitive human beings trying to find the best way to get an idea/feeling/concept across. Its electric.
recording music and again especially original material.
The ocean: water in general, swimming, surfing (attempting to), splashing, having kids dive off my shoulders, water skiing, throwing a football on the beach, parasailing, skinny dipping in the middle of the night in really nice warm ocean water, intoxicated with alcohol, laughter, and love, sex on the beach under a full moon, body surfing in BIG waves, sailing really fast in a catamaran so that one of the pontoons is feet above the water - YES!
laughing in bed with your wife just before you get up
coffee and conversation early in the morning (rare for me)
Being kind - being kind to our old, old, puppy, Kramer. Looking in the eyes of the homely pup and seeing the beauty of her soul shining brightly right there in her eyes, and realizing, knowing, that we are all the same beautiful souls just beyond our thick, protective, frightened shells.
69 on a snowy day - all day.
Billie Holiday, John Coltrane, Charlie Parker, Wes Montgomery, Joe Pass, Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, the Phat Back Groove band.
capturing passionate, sexual moments on film - I have always felt that by pretending that sex doesnt exist and excluding it in film, that it is as pathetic an expression of reality as it was for Ricky (in the Lucille Ball Show) to keep his foot on the floor in another bed in any bedroom scene. Sex is healthy, beautiful, and if expressed with intelligence, as much a part of any love scene as you can get.
earning money doing something I love - getting paid twice.
having my desk organized especially after waiting months to do it.
Irish lobster with real lobster.
nut Brown Ale.
new ties - new colorful ties.
having nice new clothes.
new strings on my guitar for a hot gig.
playing in public with a hot band.
Coming.
