Saturday, February 24, 2007

Cry For A Shadow

George Harrison
February 25, 1943 - November 29, 2001

There'll come a time
When all of us must leave here

Then nothing Sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Can equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me? - George Harrison 1970

Now you might ask, in this world of all art being measured by opening weekend box office and all success measured by the quarterly corporate bottom line, who cares about transcendence and what the hell is transcendence anyway?

There’s no money in it.

Unless somebody creates a reality TV show around it, it ain’t gonna make it these days. But that is a world you and I refuse to live in because we know better. We know something that mainstream culture has long forgotten. Corporate America survives by suppressing & Wall Street has never known the most important things in life can’t be explained in high ratings, revealed in a profit and loss statement or discovered in marketing research. Great art illuminates life by its mystery and that is why business men despise the creative people they unfairly exploit and ultimately destroy.

Because creators are in touch with the mystery and because of that connection creators create amazing and beautiful and life affirming and potentially very profitable things out of thin air…the very common mundane pictures & sounds all around us that mean nothing until put into a form that communicates. And ultimately all art communicates one single message and that message is Eternity.

That is real power and the bosses that control this planet are jealous of it. They know they are frauds. They know that the only reason that they have a job is because the genius that hired them was a fraud just like them. They will never have real power however because they create nothing. They will never be secure because they have no real identity & they’ll keep the working people of this planet tortured, frustrated, too tired to think and mired in the quicksand of spiritual bankruptcy forever.

There is no revolution that will ever overthrow them. The only true revolution is to learn to live without them…among them…but not with them. It is a revolution that takes place within first…then in the embrace of likeminded angel headed hipsters …and finally, in the understanding and acceptance of the transcendent redemptive positive energy of love.

And George Harrison understood all that completely.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

You Think You Know Me

"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." - Albert Einstein

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight..." - E.E. Cummings

"Some kind of solitude is measured out in you,
You think you know me but you haven't got a clue."
- John Lennon

The eagle picks my eye
The worm he licks my bones
I feel so suicidal
Just like Dylan's Mr. Jones
I'm lonely wanna die
If I ain't dead already
Girl you know the reason why.

In the morning -- gonna get my things together.
Packing up and I'm leaving this place.
I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face.
I didn't think how much you'd hurt me.
That's something that I laugh about.
Bring in the good times, baby.
And let the bad times out.
That old sun keeps on shining,
But someday it won't shine for you.
In the morning I'll be leaving.
I'll leave your mother too.

Videos and Lyrics:
Hey Bulldog [The Beatles - Lady Madonna sessions promo clip - song from Yellow Submarine]
Yer Blues [The Dirty Macs - John Lennon, Eric Clapton, Keith Richards & Mitch Mitchell]
Someday The Sun Won't Shine For You [Ian Anderson - song from This Was Jethro Tull]

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Birds of a Feather

The Byrds and Bob Dylan...Mr. Tambourine Man

The Byrds...I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better

The Bryds...Eight Miles High

The Yardbirds..Heart Full Of Soul

The Eagles...Hotel California
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