Sunday, July 21, 2019

Dreams Never Die

Dreams don’t die. Difficult to prove but I am, nevertheless, convinced of this reality. This is what makes our existence difficult. It would be easier if dreams did die and we could be rid of them but they don’t. We live in the sure and constant danger that they could return at any time.
I’m not talking about the run of the mill dream state of our ‘normal’ existence. The question of whether you are a person dreaming you are a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming you are a person is really a moot point. The question here is what reality serves you better? And will you wake up from the dream and make a decision about it.
The dreams I’m talking about are those dreams that we don’t know where they come from; the really spectacular, magical dreams, the dreams of creation and mystery.
I believe everybody has these, you see, whether they know it or not and, as they grow up and become logical, normal adults, they try to ignore these dreams.
These dreams are classified by society as ‘fantasy.’ Fancy something as temporal and transparent as society calling something else unreal.
People who speak of these dreams too long into adulthood are labeled ‘dreamers,’ people who are out of touch with reality. They are shunned and invalidated until they start to ignore these dreams, perhaps thinking the dreams are gone but they aren’t.
They know the dreams are still there.
Perhaps the dreams are sent to an island where forgotten dreams live but I think people become skilled at not seeing things that are plainly in front of their eyes. I mean, this is rather obvious, if you look at it. Just look at the news. It’s full of things that are supposed to be the cause of our problems but they aren’t.

As I said, it would all be well and good if these dreams just went away but I wouldn’t put money on that.

Sunday, July 7, 2019

Deciding Makes It So

Well, I’ve written a lot about how everyone is connected to source. That is how everyone has his or her own muse, so to speak. In my blog post regarding muses, I wrote about how muses, or gods, goddesses, were personifications of natural forces. This was back in the times of ancient Rome and Greece and on and on, before that.
I wrote about how the people in these cultures would align themselves with the qualities that a particular god might possess in order to ‘invoke’ or ‘call’ that god so that they would be imbued by that god’s ‘spirit’ and receive answers to their questions and prayers.
Yes, often this involved drugs, dancing and incense, to say the least.
Suppose, for the sake of argument, that everyone had some portion of their mind that was all knowing; it had all the answers and was capable of brilliant creativity among other things.
Suppose this was how beings had started out, only they became so bored with knowing everything all the time, they made a decision to be a lot less knowing.
Would create an interesting game, perhaps, and, perhaps there would start to be a heck of a lot of other decisions being made, kind of becoming less and less educated sorts of decisions until, viola!, you have a reality that’s based largely on what other people say is real.
Before you know it, you are being limited by what others say you can or can’t do; friends, parents, teachers, television, you name it.
Is that voice in your head that tells you you can’t do something really your own?
What happens when you decide to reach for something more? Does a chorus of neighbors and family members show up inside your head and tell you it can’t be done or you don’t deserve it and you’re evil for even thinking such a thing?
I’m pretty sure that’s what goes on?
What needs to be done about this?

Just decide not to listen? Just decide to master your own thoughts? Could it all be as simple as that?

Sunday, June 23, 2019

If I Had A Hammer

I love this quote from Bertolt Brecht;
“Art is not a mirror held up to reality
 but a hammer with which to shape it.”
Brecht is a writer who lived through the first two world wars. He lived through much change and upheaval of society and was an outspoken critic of much that was going on.
He is probably chiefly known for the Threepenny Opera, a play with music that he collaborated on with Kurt Wiel.
Probably not as well known is the fact that he wrote ‘The Alabama Song,’ which was part of the paly with music called ‘Little  Mahagonny.’
The song itself is quite well known as The Doors and Bowie did very excellent covers of it.
“Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why, yeah
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh,…”
Quite interesting that Google gives The Doors credit for this song, but it’s Bertolt Brecht!
As far as continuing our dialog, on this blog, of what is art? I like the idea of art as a hammer to shape reality. All I can say is;
“If I had a hammer
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening
All over this land
I’d hammer out danger
I’d hammer out a warning
I’d hammer out love between
My brothers and my sisters
All over this land, uh” 
Peter Paul and Mary.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

That Godless Arch-Scoundrel Voltaire

I believe it was Mozart who called Voltaire ‘that godless arch-scoundrel,’ which I always thought was kind of funny.
Funny in the sense of ‘ha, ha’ funny and funny in the sense of odd, as in the kettle calling the pot black.
I never knew too much about Voltaire except that my violin teacher in music school made me read Candide my first semester there, probably to take some of my ‘California Mellow’ off.
I found it an amusing book although, yeah, relentlessly cynical with the hero’s nose even falling off towards the end. I read somewhere that Mozart had a friend who was dying and his nose had fallen off as well. Evidently there was a widespread nose falling off problem back in the day.
And then, of course, there was dear old Mozart only living to thirty-four or whatever.
The crux of the book was, ‘everything is well and good in the best of all possible worlds.’  This was supposedly the mantra of the Catholic Church (wait, what other worlds?) since they were taking care of everyone and everything. This was just prior to the ‘Sturm und Drang’ movement that said artists should be free to depict the darker side of life too.

“Everything's fine today, that is our illusion.” Voltaire.
“We all get it in the end
(Just gotta get used to it)
We go down and we come up again
(Just gotta get used to it)
You irritate me my friend
(This is no social crisis)
This is you having fun
(No crisis)
Getting burned by the sun
(This is true)
This is no social crisis

Just another tricky day for you”

Songwriters: Pete Townshend
Well, good that everything has changed so much now days.  Just ask anyone you see on the street ‘how’s it going?’
They’ll say ‘fine.’ If they say anything else, we really didn’t want to know.



Sunday, June 2, 2019

The Night We Opened For Hunter S. Thompson

So I was playing in this minimalist group out of Cal State Fullerton. I wrote about this particular group in a previous post.
Anyway, we got chosen to open for Hunter S. Thompson at the Coach House in San Juan Capistrano. This is a famous club and literally everyone has played there. I have no idea if we were randomly picked or if Hunter himself picked us out of a bunch of demo tapes that bands submit to these places.
There was a delay in the initial performance date as Hunter had a minor accident falling off of his riding mower. (Driving drunk, I suspect.)
Well the show finally materialized and we got up and played our set. Between our set and Hunter’s appearance, a friend of mine and I decided to go out to the parking lot and get high, as befitting such an auspicious occasion.
I had a bowl loaded up and, no sooner did I light it, than The Man pulls up and asks what we are doing. I had the pipe in my pocket, still smoking.
My friend bullshitted the cop admirably, saying we wanted to discuss aspects of our recent performance away from the rest of the group.
The cop got a bit apologetic and said that drug deals frequently went down in the parking lot. We acted appropriately shocked.
We went back in to hear Hunter and we got to sit in the private rooms upstairs. Hunter was there with his bodyguard and a table with a bottle on it, which was part of his demands to the club for showing up. He was staggeringly drunk.
He was also aware that he was a bit out of his element, being in Orange County. Those of us in the band were even old enough to know who he was. I had read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas back when I was in music school. He was a political correspondent but his writing style was a seemingly rambling, admittedly drug induced surrealism.
Like a lot of good surrealism I had experienced, the hallucinations were more about an underlying reality than just random hallucinations. This made the whole drug angle kind of an artistic license where he could say whatever he wanted to without fear of getting sued. If someone objected, he could just say ‘hey, I said it was an hallucination!’
As a writer, he reminded me of Mark Twain, who wrote The Gilded Age, a satire on our political process. The writing styles were not the same; Twain, of course being very coherent and non drug induced but the viewpoint was the same. It’s so curious that The Gilded Age could have been written last week.
Hunter, as well had his lucid moments, if you attended. I remember seeing the movie of Fear And Loathing with Johnny Depp as Hunter and he makes the point that ‘they have us locked into a survival mode.’
Both Twain and Hunter seem to share the same viewpoint that politicians are corrupt and our political system is broken if not outright suppressive. If you think about it, keeping everyone’s attention on surviving will keep them from thinking of solutions or, even more dangerous, the cognition that, as Voltaire said;

‘Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.’

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Building A Better Mousetrap

We’ve all heard the old adage; ‘build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door,’ but this will do nothing about the mouse problem and it will just leave you with an unsightly path beaten into your nice front lawn.
The reason it will do nothing about the mouse problem is that mice tend to be sort of clever about traps and invariably figure out how to escape or avoid each new trap.
But as we all know, we all hate meeses to pieces!
So what’s the solution?
What I propose is the final solution to bring about an end to all meeses in our time, and it is just this; make the mouse crave the trap.
This would be easier than it might at first sound, for the following reasons.
Mices are neither individually all that bright nor capable of independent thought. They tend to hand together in social groups and rely on the opinions of certain authority figures within the group. This is actually how they learn to avoid traps, the opinion leaders or smarter mice teach the others about the traps.
So all we have to do is show the meeses pictures of these opinion leader mice owning traps. We can buy the cooperation of these opinion leaders with cheese.
In other words, make it socially acceptable for mice to own their own traps. It can be made into a status thing, showing pictures of the better meese putting their friends into their traps as a sort of party game or something.
Once we have established group approval of owning traps, we move directly into the next phase, which is getting the meese to  put their selves into their own traps and springing them.
We do this through a well organized propaganda campaign since is a well-established fact that, if you repeat anything often enough, mice begin to accept it as fact.
The propaganda campaign is basically that PAIN IS PLEASURE and DEATH IS FULFILLMENT.
Once we have successfully changed the meeses attitudes about traps they buy their own traps, jump into them and spring them on their selves thus saving us a lot of money invested on development of new traps and cheese.