Radiatore or radiatori is the wonderful sauce soaking pasta that looks like little radiators and make smiles radiate from the faces of children of all ages.  Cooked al dente they can make a filling and satisfying meal.  Radiatore is also another in the Pasta series of songs I created to celebrate "noodling".  Our professional musician friend said, "No noodling", as we played around and jammed on a song.  He said it was just playing as many notes as possible without any regard to the song or the story the song conveyed.
Self indulgent.  But, noodling can be super fun and can even convey the song itself.  Joy radiating from the exquisite fun of sliding up and down the scale to find the song hidden within the time and space. Image by E. Michael Smith

Radiatore

Friends paddled the Kaiwi channel from Molokai to Oahu.
I got to help and made up this song to evoke the 
mystery, beauty, stillness and vibrant life of the 
isolated, magical island of Molokai.

Molokai+

A friend moving from one home to another is burning the past to make way for the now.
Stephanie took the photo.
pcaeldries gives fire sounds.

Burning the Past+++

Shining Vicky, one of the nicest, sweetest, funniest folks I've met chose to leave this plane midflight several years ago and I miss her.  I realized that I love cartoon music and the bump bump bump and thump of drums and horns and unicorns.
For all the love that was and is Shining Vicky.  With gratitude.  
Mt. St. Helens and Spirit lake symbolize the pureness of spirit that radiated from her.
May all beings be happy.

Shining Vicky

A song dedicated to a nice sweater I wear to paddle in.  It is a nice merino wool that sheds water and keeps me warm but it is getting shredded and has holes in it. Don't want to get rid of it because it is perfect for paddling all winter long and even in our wet and cold northwest summers.  Summer bummer no way.  Shredded sweater vests too.


Shredded sweater

Ohana is family.  One family under the sun.
On our little blue planet spinning through space
Every soul knows inside
There's only one human race
One family under the sun.
Beautiful vocals and guitar by Renee.
Photo of Sandpoint Ohana by Renick Woods

Will Stiles's Album

OHANA!

Dropping toast or a life perspective.  Either way, Keep on smiling.  Keeping things hopping even when the tide seems against us.  This pic is of our crew running square into a Lazer sailboat in the Columbia River gorge.  It cut directly in front of us and the sailor must have thought it was going faster than it was.  Our canoe hit it broadside and it tipped over but the sailor hopped up unhurt, stood on the center board to right the boat and zoomed away.   A happy accident.  Nobody hurt and a story to share.  The race continued.

Butter side down

The Famed psychic healer, in the guise of a sweet elderly lady, touched the wastrel on the shoulder, looked into his eyes, and declared, 
"You are a channel for the Brotherhood".
She then wandered off as a chorus sang, "God is love".  The wastrel wondered what the Brotherhood was for nearly forty more years and continued to try to channel, "God is Love".   Seth Speaks and the Family of Man listens.  Quasimodo in a tinfoil hat channels love to every laundromat.  Keep it clean.

Channel+

Hot summer night crickets singing while we walk by water reflecting moon and trails of streaming light.  Dreamlike surprise Passion in a kiss.  Rest in the sand and listen to the cosmos sing a soul song.  Long ago in the heat.

Kimmers

Think Little Feat meets Parliament, but now with studio refinement.
"Brother Brother" released this album in 1997. 
Matt Spiegel: lead vox
Jon Spiegel: slide guitar, banjo, dobro
Brian Maurer: Bass, acstc gtr on Fading Endings
John Zdon: Keyboards
Todd Wolf: Drums, Percussion
Kari Nelson: vocals (lead on Lily)
Shana Bringle: vocals
Pete Special: guitar
THE THREE GUYS HORNS
Mike McLaughlin: Trumpet
John Bowes: Saxophone
Kevin Cline: Trombone
Deno Andrews: The guy who says "Bitch" in Rainlyn
Produced by Craig Williams at Dr. CAW

Busylittleid

Rainlyn At The Blue Note

Young defender, adolescent pretender, mature elbow bender, old career-ender,
Spirit be-friender.   My weasel ego is all of these and so much more.
But often in it's quest for recognition and adoration it can drive to distraction, popping up everywhere, yelling advice and distracting with criticism of others and self.  Selfishly comparing and rarely sharing.  Willing to hurt others for self-gratification.
In this song, the gecko weasel ego keeps jumping around calling "look at me, over here, no, over here, no, over here."  Settle down weasel ego, I love you.

Weasel Ego

Picture sound stories move through in waves.  Universal love dissolves unresolved resolutions.  
Emotions freed by rhythm flow fluidly into picture sound stories.  
Every soul's vibration is singing to be released to join other soul vibrations in harmony.
Music flows in a quest for release of soul vibration.  Don't analyze, be surprised.

OHANA!

wimstiles

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