woofus wrote:Love the graphics, Suss. And you're right about tempo change to funkify. I've been very tempted to start over and slow it down . . .
My motivation was probably just borne of play on words, double entendre . . . lately I've come to appreciate even more what I've always liked: finding connection and juxtaposition. SO much great art comes from it, including comedy. Was watching Monty Python the other day; such brilliant absurdities and downright meaningful contrasts. Glad you caught the delicatessen line, perhaps my favorite bit of humor I've ever come up with here in Bilham.
Don, I know it would be embarrassing for you to sing this song, but I was serious about you having the ability to nail it in funk, though I really think slowwww and scary is the ticket here . . . the way I have it now does bounce in a more dance-africa way . . . I'll probably finish it and move on, then come back to it for a re-work.
Thanks for listening, Suss, and keep enjoying that taurine-soaked liver . . . keeps your nervous system healthy.
Absolutely Woof! It's even more beneficial for the Blood without gutting it!
Hey Ted, Woofus, et. al: if you don't like Liver, then why eat the meat? The organs are vital, not the flesh!??? But then remember that there are vegetarions too. Whoops! There it is!!! Just apply this to our Music while embracing those who remain alienated in a global society! You must do this by your own convictions once proven - then, and only then, will your impact be evident and acknowledged among the Living in the most hidden spaces.
Don will have to first understand juxtapositions and absurdities within unique and personable performances. Give him and us time. One of the most important principles in percussion I've learned is to appreciate the spaces between strokes. Those spaces are motivating with time to breath.
As to "double entendre?" This defines a figure of speech in which a spoken phrase can be understood in either of two ways. It comes back to the truth of relationship (in the purest intent and personally: whether musical or otherwise); namely that our individual perspectives wind up being in either opposition or agreement. Yet I am not one who adopts many roads to the same Results. My only father in skin (now passed), and my Father without (now Ever present) are now all knowing (omniscient) with the brief span of time offering it to me or anyone within our spans of life. After all of the frik and frak over millenia, should not we know BETTER?
... oh, I forgot: there are some with hardended hearts out here in cyberspace that are seeking a home among the folks BEFORE pressing the 101 keyboard Enter key. Hmmm...
This is why I cannot withhold what I know by relationship and not by a computer/geek mentality. You already know this Keith - which is why after many months of reaching out to you, you finally phoned me. There is only One! Yeah... we're both reminded on that One, aren't we(?). I publicly have broken the generational curse upon myself as so many ought to on their own millenia ago. Seek your own coach, mentor or seer on this score of music. If you refuse to find this person, then open your box and think In The Name of Christ, By His Father's Name: beyond the walls that you have put yourself in by yourself.
Here I make it plain: the organ "liver" cleanses the blood. Do
Too many don't know who our Father is, beyond the semen begetting our sentient existence.
My plea is for peace and understanding from the Genesis to the genders. The best way to get out of hole is STOP DIGGING IT.
My greater plea is for both students and teachers to be in the room.
My existence is temporary. But by my testimonies over the last 30 years speaks for itself. I am not over yet. Nor are you. I am a man waiting upon his Love of life. Candi abandoned me because of her children (FIVE) whom I assisted to raise and house while finding myself homeless some years later in the wake (2008). Candi was not unequally yoked to me. She and I accomplished so much together over a twenty year period. Yet I loved her (perhaps, in honesty, I stll do). And in July of 1998, she walked out of my life simply because she could after I personally negotiated the best contract she ever experienced in her career.
Candi Staton is not the BEST vocalist: she is a stylist, as I am on the drums. Together we made music in public performances and in arenas most dream of. Yet after 20 years of my life, I found myself in a hospital with an anxiety attack where no medical practioner could diagnose anything wrong with me. Yet I could not physically breath when reclining myself on my pillow with her not by my side and the morning Sun. The onslauaht was in July, 1998: the symptoms came in October of that year. I knew what it was: the abscence of my soul mate. Yet I've grown within myself since then to realize that all of us are temporary unless we yield to a greater purpose and mission in life. My only embarrasment in life is to have succumbed in my weakness while so many have yet to succumb in humility.
So... I pick myself up by my own bootstraps and level my person for living. So many private-sector businesses where I discovered what I already knew have yet to learn beyond the mammon. The only problem is that the detractors will already be there. So with courage, I pull up my SOCKS within the bootstraps and walk with dignity. This takes focus and integrity: it is very persistent and what will be known eventually as Sussewellian.http://www.johnsussewell.com/2Reconcile.mp3
Eventually I sought refuse in another that was unfortuantely unequally yolked to me due to our many issues. I speak and write for the benefit of everyone, while balancing my own survival. Do not take advantage of it: since you Cannot either logistically or legally mitigate. Check the date and time stamp in the meantime and make the determinations for yourself.
My Love is to those who know me personally. For those who do not: then don't. Though via the Internet, we have much to Learn when being Students, the Teacher has long since fled the room when no students are there.
My greatest desire in life is to reconcile our differences. Not because of slamming or shushing, but because of what is more important: Reconciliation/Atonement/Redemption/Forgiveness/Imperfection:
Just do what is your mind, hands and feet to do drummers. We are the timekeepers.
Happy Valentines Day without confusion from a man to his many brothers.