Love love love this vibe and humor in the search for something deeper

Great to listen to 'the internal struggle' replete with historical evolution of the inner journey.... 'Be Here Now' was an initial door for Baba. So much more unfolded in his life afterwards. Happy Trails to you.

seems hard to find who we are..maybe we try to hard to find something like purpose that really doesn't exist..life is life ,not fair or unjust it just is

We are quite similar, first the dog song, then this.  Well done, mam!

Oops, I meant to type “man” not “mam”.  Check out ‘forever friend’ and ‘nobody knows’ if you’re interested.

just a short piece......gettin back into it!!

Perfect Moment

FULL ORIGINAL VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN07D6coCjg
“Finding YOUR WAY does not mean that you always know where you are going. The important thing is that you know how to find your way HOME…”.

“TAKE ME HOME” feels nostalgic and familiar in its essence as the soundscape and lyrics remind you that our biggest quest is to uncover our truest selves and discover where we belong. Home is 
where you feel the most comfort and the most inspired, and when you arrive at that place, you'll never want to leave again.

Take Me Home

Broken-down well
in a valley broke.
What we encase
keeps us afloat.

There is no vaccine
for the rotten watermelon rind.
There is no angel
for the gas station attendant
shot at point-blank range.
There is no justice for the motive
on the roof, o'er the fence.

What is the soul motivation?
Is there a reason
to live
without freedom?
Besides what you are
remembered by when you leave.

There are no embarrassments
on the eve of the balcony
as gravity kicks in
at four in the morning.

Where were the stars
when the pills sprawled across the floor?
and blood ran down the mirror.

There is no director above you.
The hands reach into the void
for the thing not yet there.

Come up with hands of seaweed
with salt in the air.
Drive the high desert.
Fold in alone.

There is no mercy.
The land as dry as bone.
My body knows it's poisoned
as it drifts to the unknown.

Occupy some trailer.
Meld with the occult.
Let the devil take you down
the highways
with a leather case
and cigarette smoke.

Words by Riley Robinson

Faith Lost

A simple, rather loose, jazz ensemble, and a simple message.
It seems as though the social and political turbulence is much like trying to paddle your own canoe - it's going to get rough and it will feel as though hope is lost, but don't stop and don't despair. Hope Floats.

The song was originally intended as a relationship muse, where two people are supposed to be paddling, together, in the same direction, but the boat keeps turning 'round and 'round. It takes courage to realize you can only control your own paddle and how you use it. It can be overwhelming and daunting, at times, and you may be inclined to abandon ship: don't.

Uploaded one week into the Trump 2.0 Administration

Lyrics:

I got my paddle in the water, 
I'm paddling with all I've got
The bow is sinking slowly, 
Glanced off a rock.
And i'm startin' to sink down into the water
Losin' myself in the current,
Goin' down, down, goin' down,
Lord help me I'm goin', goin' ,goin',  down

(instrumental break)

I got a bucket in the water
I'm bailin' but it's not enough, no.
The water's slowly risin'
And I'm runnin' out of luck.
And I'm startin' to sink down into the water
Losin' myself in the current
Goin' down, down, goin' down,
Lord help me, I'm goin', goin' down,
I'm goin' down.

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I've Got My Paddle in the Water

my futile attempt at transcendence despite the wise teachings of Ram Dass (aka Richard Alpert), whose insightful words bookend this song


Get Lost  

Gonna take a trip inside myself                                                
To find serenity
It’s not a place I know so well
But it’s where I’m taking me
I start this meditation
Close my eyes and count to ten
Lose myself and take a breath 
Repeat it once again

I get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
Conscious seething, breathing
Got my toes and fingers crossed

Drive the coast to Big Sur
A former hippie way
Timmy Leary, Dicky Alpert
What do those mushrooms say?
Well, Timmy went to prison
And Dicky changed his name
And me I go in circles
I can’t understand my brain

Get lost, get lost
Albert Hofmann’s in the kitchen
He can cook that secret sauce
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond my permafrost
                                                                                         
OOHH  the infinite beauty
OOHH the infinite me
OOHH the intoxication
Oh don't do don't do
 just be…. Let It Be

Ram Dass, the Dali Lama
Baba is my name
Yogacise don’t moralize
I play the Buddah game
Psilocybin take me higher
Mother Earth I feel her near
Holds me in her sunshine
I dissolve and disappear

Get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond this permafrost



Get Lost

Northern Evening

For this the Moog Spectravox had my attention, I was having problems in my studio and something wasn't quite right with this unit. Fearing I had a faulty machine I removed from the rack and tested from my desk. The problem was discovered to be the cable from the synth to the mixer. A much less expensive fix. It can be heard very clear at the end of this piece.

Valentine Menagerie

two feelings in one, thanks for listenin...I like the second feeling the most...each to their own. I would love to hear ur comments positive or negative...I love feedback


IF YA DIRTY

method:  this is a version of this extremely evasive poem in simple, intertwined loops; sc mastred auora 67 per cent
narration: this is one of the sequential, reflexive poems in my DIE ODRADEK VARIATIONEN collection, in the section titled DAS BUCH DER ZUMUTUNGEN – I might add the lyrics or even an interlinear translation when time permits
image: copyright jo richter

zuflucht

Mesmerize

Note: (As a personal protest I'm not doing the below anymore even if the technique works. I read one great artist questioning another great artists authenticity and I found that pretty shit and it's the way we are currently embracing ai that's to blame. So I ain't feeding the beast at all anymore. However I will leave it here as a mark to as much of it as I ever justified in my head) (FUCK the way humans are dealing with AI)

AI voice modeling is a phenomenal way to practice this and hone your voice. I'm not for a second suggesting use it in the result of a piece of art however as a tool to train your good self. Absolutely 

AI can model your voice at different ranges and make you sound real. The nuances of your own unique delivery are brought across so you can actually use this to become your own amazing frame of reference to sing with and improve your own material in the sense you end up closer to what you can imagine given your expanded ability and range you've delivered yourself with modern and very specific practice. It's particularly handy if you are attempting something for the first time. Pitch shifting with the correct subtle gradual movement to the range you struggle in can be a way of getting there. During the process you retain that confidence of enjoying a solid performance and don't get frustrated doing it wrong while trying to train the muscles to be able to actually get there. We inspire ourselves in every musical moment by staying inspired and it sounding good for me is an important part of staying lasered to that instinct which allows you to deliver your best everytime. Maybe it's me but if an idea is running flat... I forget it and move on... So in that light this is a great way of staying ahead of that dagger that might have you doubting yourself 

This is a good example in my opinion of using the tool to become more creative and not the opposite like a lot of people do. If the tool makes art for you ,you are a tool as we would say in Ireland. Use the tool then You are an artist...

Singing Tip - Make your own frame of reference

There’s a treasure down deep in this hinterland
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
A word,a rhyme, the message from a song, it stands
my rock n roll Rosetta Stone 



Get Lost

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