Sometimes, All I Need

Is to move. Dance.

As this body was meant to do.


Float away with Earth’s rhythm.

Lost. Found.

And should I meet you in the center,

When she gives, and gives more

We shall meet inside Her pulse…

And know

This is where I began,

We began.

Where I learn.

Where you learn.

Where I met you

And you, and you, and you.

And you me.

Here, there, now… gone.

Sometimes to return,

Other times…

Where I grow

Where I hurt?

Where I thrive

Where you thrive!

Where I die

Where we will die

In peace, content, smiling,

Because I moved, I danced,

With you.

I experienced

You experienced

In the Book of Time

Are we strangers?

When together, same place

Same time, same beat?

Every single moment

Of this singular planet

In step, in rhythm.

Alive, so very alive.

So not alone

This is it. My body knows

I belong here, now.

We belong here, together

Moving together, dancing together

That is a life well lived.

THIS was a life well lived.


Live Well — Love Much — Laugh Often — Learn Always

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Rhythm, Sound & Beat: Our Genetic Cadences

For all of you music enthusiasts. Certainly for any of you drummers, you maestros of rhythm, or Lords of the Skins!

Here is the mystery:  If the rhythm is right, if the translation between inner mood and the drum membrane are perfect, then you know it instantly. “Ah, this goes with my body tempo, this connects how I feel today, how fast my heart is beating, what my thoughts are, what my hands feel like.” Drumming on the Edge of Magic: A Journey Into the Spirit of Percussion, by Micky Hart, Fredric Lieberman and Jay Stevens (1990)

I was inspired yesterday by a fellow blogger and musician (Ark)—if he considers drummers “musicians” (wink)—to write this post about how natural, how biologically embedded rhythm, patterns in sound vibrations, and beats or pulse are to the human neurology. Maybe it is different for percussionists and maybe it isn’t, the mathematics of rhythm that is, and how almost endlessly it can be shifted, divided, multiplied, or derived from previous… well, derivatives. The patterns, rhythms, and beats often have a common denominator, a baseline if you will. Yet, it is wonderfully and by no means permanent.

When the rhythm is right you feel it with all your senses, every corner of your soul and being. You don’t fight it, but instead allow yourself to be propelled and consumed by its insistent yet familiar feeling. All sense of the present moment disappears, the normal categories of time become meaningless. — Ibid

There are 12 distinct components or moods and pulses in this following 9-minute instrumental entitled La Villa Strangiato (An Exercise in Self-Indulgence). It is a human journey in sleep by a man with a lucid imagination coupled with a propensity for some extreme anxiety and/or tranquility. The epic song by Rush is from the very apropos cerebral album HemispheresOne of the tranquil components:  To Sleep, Perchance to Dream… and anxious components:  Monsters! and Monsters! (Reprise) both adaptations of a 1937 Raymond Scott jazz instrumental. I cannot fully express how masterful this piece is in complex mathematical drumming and syncopation by one Lord of the Skins that should give any percussion aficionado goose-bumps, Neil Peart!

We live on a planet of rhythm and time. A planet that completes its cycle around the sun every 365 days, with a moon that cycles around us every 28 days, and we rotate around our own axis every 24 hours. These cosmic cycles and our bodily ones, all connected to the circadian dance of day and night. The mystery of rhythm and time found for a moment in the soul’s drum. When it is right, you feel it with all your senses, every thread of your being. It is the ‘sweet spot’ of connection [to this cyclical planet and the celestial heavens in which it and we revolves]. — Ibid

Medical studies repeatedly show that getting your heart-rate up drumming or dancing, or both, for just 30 minutes a day is equal to one anti-depressant pill. My own studies have shown that dueling and complimenting another drummer on her/his kit (below) is equivalent to two pills of euphoria… similar to ecstasy, but better! And naturally legal! Can you imagine how healthy it is participating in a drum-circle with dancing!? Exercise! Get down and hard, get steamy sweaty!

Or if you prefer something more indigenous, reflective of our evolutionary roots, more primal, more Latin, then I give you Evening Samba by Mickey Hart and his indigenous percussion ensemble:

How about something highly erotic that reaches deep inside to the twisted Sorcerer/Sorceress unleashing a beast inside? And then hits your natural release, the endorphins to help carry us away, floating while time stands still, A Different Drum:


Live Well — Love Much — Laugh Often — Drum & Dance Always

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I’ve been spending 6-10 hours a day studying, reading, studying more, taking practice tests, reading, then studying more for the last five or six weeks minimum!  I am really really fidgety and want to get up, Rise and let my “responsible” side give way to my primal pinned-up dancing side.  So I spin the volume-knob clockwise…move…and jump, and bounce away in the rhythms.  Care to join me?

Phoenix from the Flames (Omnia & The Blizzard Remix) featuring Justine Suissa.

phoenix-from-the-flames-omnia-the-blizzard-remixThere was so much to doubt
and as you kept me out
I wouldn’t let you go.

I rushed to your defence but nothing made much sense
so much I didn’t know.

But I can’t face my life without you
and now I know the whole truth.
The demon that’s to blame
and every day that I’m without you
I know that you’ll pull through like a phoenix from the flames.

The journey will give rise to those who criticise
and fail to lend a hand
may all the while unkind and cast a stone half blind
find ways to understand.

But I can’t face my life without you
and now I know the whole truth.
The demon that’s to blame
and every day that I’m without you
I know that you’ll pull through like a phoenix from the flames.

It’s like the suns come out and I’ve been here before
and now your coming back home
coming home to me.

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The Great Divide (Radio Edit) by Velvetine

velvetineWalls around your heart
I wanna get in
I wanna know you
You’re scared to lose it all
I know who you’ve been
But I’ll take a chance on you.

You fight the light
You push it away
You’re gone with the wind at the end of the day
But where are you going?
You play it safe
So there’s nothing to win
I wanna come closer but you won’t let me in
I wanna go where you’re going.

Pull me in tonight and stay forever
I wanna know the secrets of your heart.
Let’s begin tonight
It’s now or never
Love won’t happen till you try to cross the great divide.

Across the great divide.

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To Fuse Endlessly

I usually blog every four to five days.  Not this time.  Yesterday “Abundance Without” and again now; I am unusually energized and moved.  I must share!  I must express through motion…e-motion!  Connecting to the fabrics of life: seeing, tasting, hearing and feeling — for me through music…I dance — touching someone you connect with, smelling each other’s pheromones, reacting to all their senses and movements…blending, combining, following, melting, merging…fusing.  Listening with eyes closed…I am ALIVE, moving, synchronized with these words and rhythm, and it is so good.  My soul lifts, swelling into everything around me.

Come with me, follow… “lie next to me”…and come what may:

Kathy’s Song (VNV Victoria remix) by Apoptygma Berserk:

Oh my love, it’s time
You know how it feels
You read between the lines
You know me better than I do
I lost again, my friend
You know I’m not a saint
You knew it all this time
Still you’ve been waiting for me…

Oh my love, it’s time
You know how it feels
You read between the lines

And know me better than I do
I’m lost again my friend
You know I’m not a saint
You’ve known it all this time
Still you’ve been waiting for me…

Come lie
next to me.

Know why,
you and me are one.

(repeat twice)

(Please) Come lie
next to me.

No lies,
you and me are one.

You know I’m not a saint…


Live Laugh Love


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Working Waggle Dancers


The pond and piles of leaves. Click for larger image.

Raking and picking up the fall live-oak leaves has been overdue.  Not only that but living on top of a hill with never-ending breezes blowing the tiny leaves into the waterfall and pond, add to and make the job more tedious and longer!  Then it soon reaches the filter which protects the pump, which quickly needs cleaning too!  Last week and this week I have been Yard Man, Pond-n-Pump Man, and like the honey bees we have around, doing it all under the influence and motivation of my loud vocal trance music and the smell of jasmine:  the Dancing Yard Pond-n-Pump Man.  I must admit, there might be a better way of completing these spring chores, but for me there’s no other enjoyable way of doing them.

IMAGE_097As I was cleaning out the pond, treating the water with algae killer, and rebuilding the goldfishes’ rock covered hideaway, I could not help noticing the number of honey bees buzzing me.  They didn’t seem to be as interested in me as they were the water and Lilly-flowers; no need for alarm.  They are worker bees obeying their Queen to go out, seek and find the stuff of food and honey for the hive.  Such is the system of life in springtime.  But curiously when I was at my laptop adjusting the volume from loud to louder, four to six of those buzzers were buzzing my speakers, sometimes the laptop.  I thought “Now that is curious!”  Why were they so interested in my speakers?  Or were they interested in what was coming out of my speakers?  Then I thought “Hah!  They must be Vocal Trance and dance lovers just like me!”  And that’s when it hit me…. bees communicate with each other by specific dances and by the flapping (or buzzing) of their wings:  vibrations/sound waves.

I, like the bees, was working harder by my music and its vibrations.

While I continued to clean the pond and sit next to my music on the laptop to take breathers, I had no reason to be bothered by the honey bees.  In a sense, we were both doing the same work, for our home/hive.  We were dancing busy bees.  We would come over to the music, feel it, and be re-energized.  Then it was back to dancing…. back to work.

Being the inquisitor that I am, I decided to lookup how honey bees communicate with each other.  Scientists have learned that bees talk to each other in remarkably similar ways humans do.  Of their five senses, honey bees communicate through pheromones and choreography.  Think about it, other than talking, how do we like to communicate when we are out in public?  Certain perfumes and cologne mix well with our body’s skin oils, or pheromones.  Other than talking, how else do we communicate?  By how we move.  Honey bees tell each other where a food source is by doing a waggle dance.  All the worker bees (or in this case, dancing bees) pick up on it.  For people our motions and manners convey who we are and what we are doing.  Honey bees are not much different.

Our jasmine vine and blossoms

Our jasmine vine and blossoms

Speaking of attractive smells, there was a spot in the yard I particularly liked to work and work slowly.  It was downwind of the jasmine vines.  If you have not smelled fresh jasmine blooms, then you are missing out on one of nature’s sweetest addicting aromas you’ll ever have the pleasure of inhaling.  Whoa!  I asked myself, is there a way to bottle this or roll it and smoke it?  Or put it in a low-burning oil fragrance bowl?  Holy cow, is there a support group Jasmine-Anonymous for jasmine addicts?  Because I’ll become a lifer!  And no surprise, guess who else enjoyed the blossoms?  My waggling work buddies the honey bees.

As a young boy growing up who had to rake and pick up all the leaves in our huge yard, and inevitably come down with allergies and sinus drainage and swelling, I never looked forward to or enjoyed early spring.  However, this time was very different.  This time I could blast my inspiring music, work and dance with the bees, and the entire time take big whiffs of jasmine like I was inhaling that cigarette after incredible sex.  Though I don’t smoke, I know smokers know what I’m talking about.

In a weird way I want the work to go slowly.  I’m enjoying it.  I guess you would have to be here to understand.

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