Yup, It's That Time Again!

Rededicating myself to producing and releasing creative mayhem in the coming year.

are friends electric?

90% of my social life is online these days, distance, non car living, different interests, stage of life all appear to impact this. Suppose folks use to just be alone. People into singing and music are so rare. What a gift chatting globally is!

Yamaha Hates You, Give Them Your Money

I beg you, please do not ever buy a Yamaha product. You have been forewarned! Rarely have I encountered such arrogance and distain for being a loyal customer of a company (I own mixers, keyboards, speakers, guitars). Bought a new piece of gear for hundreds of dollars, Yamaha's required firmware patch fried it. They said sorry it would cost to much for us to repair it, but we'll sell you another one for hundreds more with no option for repairs if it breaks too. No apology, no sense of responsibility. I was told that my expectations of the company were exaggerated. Jaw dropping stuff.

I Miss Tribe

My Space is like being in a disco supermarket, and Facebook like hanging with friends at a mall or themepark, Tribe simply feels like home.

The Accidental Creator

John sat and thought. How long would this be? All the dustbin times he’d sat and wonder'd, looking, as the sand swirled. “Time is not my friend” hummed softly through his head. To be living, to be dead. Not meaning to, he had discovered something strange. Unable to predict the outcome, unseen by his hand, so much on his hands and in his name. John you see, is God. If you understand the fundamental aspects of the universe, it does not predict thought. These micro patterns of vibration forming what we weakly experience as states. From particle to cell to neuron to what to eat for lunch. Perhaps thought is a side effect? A perception like color while the reality is simply the absorption or reflection of energy at different vibrations. Vibrations again. Humm, he thought. All I did was pause and think and breathe into, and all this as a result? The setting in motion and with each counter motion the distilling of the ether until…”thunk”! Solid matter, a slowing down, coalescence. How odd. Sitting on a milk crate John continued to watch the sun set over a hill with the razors edge of a shadow approaching. It’s all a matter of perspective so easily self centered. I will be in shadow and someone just a few feet away working on car will still feel the warm metal in their hands. Is it time to go? Have I been here for long? Did I sing the right song? Putting so much on why I am important and you are not, sometimes as an indirect matter and sometimes a fist in a face or worse. The universe is what it is no matter how you frame it with the vibrations of the wind—words. Scratch lines in the surface to validate but in the end your fate is the same. Crawling on some onion skin. Layers, little layers of structure and under the right conditions life. A complex structure sandwiched between others hard or thin. From the subtle to the gross, literally. Staring down the well of a microsope to the smallest of structures or a telescope to the largest of structures. Can it be said, we think in the middle? Is it a sideways glance guiding the system at times? A phone ringing, should I pick up? I don’t want to pick up. I am creating. I did not mean to. Something came over me like a door opening and words began to fall through. Spilling and tumbling into shapes, clips from old newspaper clippings sending the fingers dancing. It’s now 7pm. Time to rest. Time to sing a new song. KD 22SEP09 The Accidental Creator - John sat and thought. How long would this be? All the dustbin times he’d sat and wonder'd, looking, as the sand swirled. “Time is not my friend” hummed softly through his head. To be living, to be dead. Not meaning to, he had discovered something strange. Unable to predict the outcome, unseen by his hand, so much on his hands and in his name. John you see, is God. If you understand the fundamental aspects of the universe, it does not predict thought. These micro patterns of vibration forming what we weakly experience as states. From particle to cell to neuron to what to eat for lunch. Perhaps thought is a side effect? A perception like color while the reality is simply the absorption or reflection of energy at different vibrations. Vibrations again. Humm, he thought. All I did was pause and think and breathe into, and all this as a result? The setting in motion and with each counter motion the distilling of the ether until…”thunk”! Solid matter, a slowing down, coalescence. How odd. Sitting on a milk crate John continued to watch the sun set over a hill with the razors edge of a shadow approaching. It’s all a matter of perspective so easily self centered. I will be in shadow and someone just a few feet away working on car will still feel the warm metal in their hands. Is it time to go? Have I been here for long? Did I sing the right song? Putting so much on why I am important and you are not, sometimes as an indirect matter and sometimes a fist in a face or worse. The universe is what it is no matter how you frame it with the vibrations of the wind—words. Scratch lines in the surface to validate but in the end your fate is the same. Crawling on some onion skin. Layers, little layers of structure and under the right conditions life. A complex structure sandwiched between others hard or thin. From the subtle to the gross, literally. Staring down the well of a microsope to the smallest of structures or a telescope to the largest of structures. Can it be said, we think in the middle? Is it a sideways glance guiding the system at times? A phone ringing, should I pick up? I don’t want to pick up. I am creating. I did not mean to. Something came over me like a door opening and words began to fall through. Spilling and tumbling into shapes, clips from old newspaper clippings sending the fingers dancing. It’s now 7pm. Time to rest. Time to sing a new song. KD 22SEP09

What friends are here but not on Facebook?

Is it worth me double posting?

Tour Continues...

Paris (France), Barcelona, Sitges (Spain), Raleigh (North Carolina), Columbus (Ohio), Chicago (Illinois), Denver (Colorado), San Francisco (Cal) soon...then San Jose and Union City...

babbling brooks of the soul

hung with ol friends Kyu, Michelle, Kat, Brian N, Mike D, connecting seeing where I am what i'm doing, pondering the shifts and layers of selfhood to bring simplification to the next step, tossing aside more stuff to have clarity and foundation. a resting place from so much change, feelign the balance, the happy-ness inside of being here now more basic and common than ever in a simplicity and depth of focus. no big mission/vision for once. just the basics. back to them. seeing it from the outside of what i've done. a bliss of normality, back from the edges of something that smells of therapy with no exit. here now breathing, relaxing, no pressure, joy in life.

writing a new book chapter, with new peeps, new focus on what is in hand from item 1. family 3. basic living, work/career, 2. my gal 1:1 n no one else 4. hobby singing, 5. financial stuffs, 6. play time. Nuf! out goes this, out goes that, somethings already long gone others just making it out the door. detangle the path towards arriving here, cut threads, clear the landscape for living fully in what i've built. share it in fun and not work. it's been interesting enough already. how do the other people live? coming back from these alternative spaces i find a balance and serenity in the common things that stress folks. had to orbit with Pluto to get perspective and balance before coming back down to earth.

Bizt@zap! waves upon a shore, relax now, listen, listen deeper, past the fear, past the hurt, past the tangled wires, you'll hear the calm of being here, alignment with the deepest self. no symbols, no masks, no secrets, no effort.

Happy Anniversary To Me!

Two Years - Rededication to Singing
One Year - Formal Vocal Training
One Year - Yoga and Martial Arts Training
Five Months - Karaoke Singing
Two Weeks - Return to Running

Wake up, focus on exercises, keep goin'...

Sing Kalib, Sing!

Thursday=Beyond the Shore, I Can't Help Falling In Love. Take It Easy, Sweet Jane. Duet/B/U on Proud Mary, Double Vision, Stop Dragging My Heart Around, and Cruel to Be Kind. Thanks peeps for support and opportunities!