Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Monday, August 10, 2015

J. S. Bach - Brandenburg Concerto No.6 in B flat major BWV 1051 - II Ada...

I confess that I don't know much about classical music, but this piece always makes me pause to listen.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

I Dreamt Music

I had a music dream just before I woke up this morning. I was accompanying a singer/songwriter and playing all kinds of atmospheric guitar stuff in Em (hello harmonics!).

It's been months since I've played. Maybe it's time to get back on that horse.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

I Am the Son, and the Heir

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Painting with Tanzan and Ekido

I've been painting a lot lately. I love/hate it. I work alone, in silence, with only my thoughts keeping me company for hours at a time. It's an activity I do to meditate and try to figure things out. The funny thing is, after finishing a job, if I haven't concluded something I've been pondering, more painting jobs pop up until I get closure.

The universe is truly mysterious.

I've been forced into having to face a couple of demons lately, and I was reminded of this Buddhist story.

Tanzan and Ekido were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling. Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. 

“Come on, girl” said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. 

Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. He was fuming. Then he no longer could restrain himself. “We monks don’t go near females,” he told Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?” 

“I left the girl there,” said Tanzan. “Are you still carrying her?”

I am exhausted. Those things rent so much space in my head and I have no more room for anything else. From the Tao Te Ching:

A clay bowl is molded; 
But the use of the bowl. 
Will depend on the part. 
Of the bowl that is void.

I need to clean out the barn and let that stuff go. I am the only one hanging on to it anyway.

I know that I will never have closure on those things, that relationship, those events. I have no idea why any of it happened, and I probably never will. I doubt that the offender even knows why they did it...

Sure, I was wronged. I was beat up. I have a couple of nice scars from it all. A permanent physical record to remind me of it. There won't be any apologies though. I know that.

Life keeps presenting the same lesson to you until you finally learn it. I am done taking in strays, and I am absolutely done with alcoholics. Never again. They are emotional sponges who will bleed you dry if you let them.

I am closing this door to allow other doors to open.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Buddy Guy at Vancouver Jazz Festival 2015

I've wanted to see Buddy Guy play ever since I first picked up a guitar over 30 years ago. Incredible showman, and at 78 years young, he still has chops to bury you with. Tick one more thing off the bucket list.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is

During a guitar lesson about 30 years ago, I remember Matthew Cragg's dad, Peter, telling me that making wrong notes and mistakes is nothing to be afraid of. That the fear of failure immobilizes you. He asked me, 'What is the worst thing that could possibly happen if you kack a couple of notes? Will you die? Will you starve? No? Then pick it up and go with it.'

Music teachers are always much more than their title describes them to be.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Here is Gone

I thought I lost you somewhere 
But you were never really ever there at all

Monday, January 12, 2015

Here Comes the Flood

I've been experiencing a ton of changes in my life over the last few weeks.

Here's to the finality of previous chapters. Doors need to close for new ones to open.