Random thought:

Bipolar bassist Jaco Pastorius use to eat fried chicken before he played his bass, to grease up his fingers.

He was murdered outside a bar in Florida as he turned on his bipolar side to the wrong person... A big bouncer.

No one told him about how greasy Vitamine E oil is ?

Let's never smell that bass guitar...

June 29 2012

“The Overpass and the secrets that it held.... 

I shared the bathroom with a married couple. The guy was gentleman enough to let myself and his wife pee first, while he faced the opposite wall.

The guy who bought the place repeatedly told me he that he did. "That's nice" I said nonchalantly & unimpressed, as I looked over to where you were standing in the crowd, absorbing the attention from a couple of goth girls touching your hair & jacket. So venerable to their eyelashes and stilettos. Adorable moment.

No sooner I turned my head and a polite boy attempted to converse with me, unknowingly cashing in his only moment with me. The night is young and my rigid disposition is not swayed by his dialogue. Besides, I arrived with two and I leave with two, no more, no less, for my own safety and theirs. 

Musical moments where everyone can unanimously sing the lyrics together, as others dance in the other room with the “Forbidden Zone” projected on the wall. Appropriate for the mysterious evening. 

The mind reading emaciated bartender who inadvertently called me wife, or did she mean it? I wanted to hug her skinny binny body after that. 

Lady, I know too well how it is to work yourself to the bone. 

Best bartender in LA.

Standing outside in the cold morning air, a discussion about doppelgängers arose in the early morning fog. Someone said to me, " Your doppelgänger is in India." Yes, indeed, I've always believed this to be true. I love that this observation was pointed out.

The dog in the bedroom, the present spirit animal, allowed me to give him belly rubs for a few moments as the indecipherable conversation circled the room. The belly rubbing was enjoyable for me as well, pooch.

Anything goes. Everyone looking for something to elevate their spirits in this broken economy. 

...The Overpass and the secrets that it revealed.” 

June 28,2012

"The Versal code is found in Diatonic modes,

I dream of slicing a Carrot in the back seat of a limo,

Mystic Temple Amber Oil hidden behind Patchouli & Jasmine oil,

And I share the discovery of these things with you."

June 27, 2012

"A tiny note of the simplest kind,

That I discovered here in my mind,

Baby bats & blacken hearts, 

Can be found where it starts,

These things whispered to me,

That I hope may set you free,

Peace, more valuable than gold,

Never to bought, never to sold,

Peace was guarded & protected,

In a different time,

And in some other place,

Here, another day can go on,

With tranquility & calm,

With today's setting sun I write these words of truth,

With my love, I graciously thank you."

June 15, 2012

Introducing the Band

 

“Suede was drowned out by Oasis & Blur. But this was due to the record labels over promoting these two bands. They all thought it was pretty stupid. There’s a really good documentary on this whole Brit Pop 90’s revival that have all these bands expressing what they thought of that time, including Jarvis from Pulp.

Another little thing about Suede is that they had to call themselves “The London Suede” here in the states because some random singer was called Suede…but wasn’t even as successful… Pretty weird.

I’ve been re-listening to Suede the past weeks or so. Really good English stuff. Takes me back to when I was 17 listening to music all day in my room when I wasn’t in school or orchestra rehearsals…

Kinda doing the same thing now. Not enough hours in the day to keep on listening, analyzing, & hunting for music.” 

June 14,2012

When I met my dad I was fifteen. He really did nurture my viola playing as he found a viola teacher and a youth orchestra for me. The arts high was something I found for myself and it took some convincing to get him to allow me to take three public busses from Pomona to the campus of Cal State La ,where LACHSA is located.

My viola teacher, Laura, is from Kentucky. She married an Italian man when she was performing out in Italy. I had the greatest fortune that my viola lessons with her would always be timed around lunch or dinner... And I would have an authentic Italian meal after my lessons... For three years... Lobster ravioli , omg , fresh made pasta, fresh made mushroom sauce, ... I can smell it all now. 

Laura had so much patience with me knowing that I probably wouldn't be a classical performer. I started playing at eleven, already too late. I held my viola wrong because I was taught by the public school system in Miami. She had to re- teach me how to hold my viola on top of keeping my mind up with the proper repertoire for my age. So, I would play twinkle twinkle little star shit music to re work my posture along with learning some concerto and my CYMO orchestra parts.Talk about over load. I actually had a cyst in my left wrist from holding my viola wrong.

If it wasn't for her and my dad, I would have never been in that youth orchestra. I have all the sheet music and when I attempt to read it now, I guffaw and say to myself " how the fuck did I play this as a teenager ??? " The Shostakovich fifth symphony or Smetana's Moldau, and countless others.

These pieces have the hardest viola parts. When I got to college and they handed out Shostakovich's fifth, I didn't struggle like a few other violists did and I thought to myself "You , you again, great..... I just played you in another state and you followed me all the way to Florida..."

The only times I didn't enjoy my viola lessons were when Laura's mother was in town as she was a true viola player. Laura was a violinist who happen to know viola enough to teach it. So, those lessons were concentrated with two generations of musicians  and a mother-daughter combo arguing with each other on what I should or shouldn't do. 

Needless to say I'm grateful for that time. I gained knowledge in music that I wouldn't have gained any other way. And the appreciation for very well made food, too.

“It's assumed that girls keep diaries. This is true to some degree as I've had diaries numerous times yet I've failed miserably to complete one from beginning to end. I feel like I've written more diary entries now than all of those barren books that I've kept through out my lifetime....

I woke up at my usual time as if I were to drive to work, but I went back to sleep having one of my regular erotic dre

ams. For whatever reason, this character that I am in my dreams, she can be lascivious from time to time.

When I awoke from that moment, I found myself visiting the Crystal Matrix. The energetic potency in this place is dense and I shouldn't have gone inside with an empty stomach, as I could feel myself nearly fainting. I asked the lady who worked there where can eat that's walking distance. She rambled on & on about what to eat in which direction & I felt more lost as she continued to speak. I politely thanked her & left the store. I walked in one direction only to find that there was a huge line in front of a taco joint . I decided I didn't want to stand like a fool, dressed in all black, in this June sun. Then I remembered that there was a cafe next to the crystal store, which the lady didn't even mention at all.

Should have went with my intuition.....

The place is called Canelé. The aroma is tightly locked up like a food bank vault. It's kinda dark inside, with a brick wall to the right & a red wall to the left, where the kitchen is. There were a fair amount of families inside & the waitresses had some glorious tans. Well, I got another front row seat watching the cooks. The main cook was a stoic young man, whose forearms were covered in burns & lacerations from moving the food out of the industrial oven. He wore a Jagermeister cap and it made me wonder if this liquor kept him going when he wasn't burning his arms on the regular.

The menu had mimosas as well as veal. I'm certainly going back to try that damn veal. Since it was still breakfast, I ordered eggs in the hole with coffee & water. The sugar for my coffee was shaped like a block of crystal as if were from the Crystal Matrix store. My meal was wonderful, arugula salad with purple onion slivers, buttery baked French bread with eggs. I watched one waitress perpetually order the cook for grits, shrimp, & pancakes. Kinda annoying & made me want to swig back a shot of Jager.

Afterwards, I went to Amoeba to get rid of a few things. I found it humorous that there were a couple of posters with the word "Crystal" printed on them. Wonder what the universe is telling me...”

June 2, 2012