Got back from up north on Monday night.

Beautiful ride, both ways.

Got a lot of useful business accomplished, while laying some possibly useful groundwork while getting several of my star "accomplices" and "co-conspirators" ready for action.

I will likely tell more as facts develop on the ground.

Suffice it to say, for now, that matters are becoming more interesting by the hour and day.

This morning I began to play around with some ideas on keyboard.

I wrote some pretty radical stuff for about five or six minutes, when I suddenly said to myself, I sure hope I do not have to repeat this, because it is really tiring.

Yes, I looked up to see that the counter was not counting.

That is to say, recording had stopped, without my noticing it, about ten seconds in.


Being a longtime veteran and having had many similar such catastrophes over the years, I managed to keep my cool (barely!) long enough to start all over.

Much different this time, as is often the case when I write these kinds of songs.

But compelling in some odd sort of indescribable way.

Primal and aetheral simultaneously.

Now that is a feat.

It's like Stravinsky's Rite of Spring (Le Sacre du Printemps) played alongside ancient chant.



It reminds me of colors which sit opposite to one another on the color wheel.

They don't go together, yet --- 

Those who are deeper into such matters see challenge where others see instant defeat.

And so it is in the visual and auditory arts.

Enough said for now.

Am working on several more "classical" songs.

Spit and polish time.

Hope to have more soon.

Hope you are enjoying some or all of this beautiful music.



8:18 p.m.
Ventura, California, USA