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And so it goes...
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake — Billy Joel, And So It Goes
Just a quick note to invite you, dear reader, to…
…my very first live chat on Substack next Thursday, September 11th at 1pm EST, and
…my very first live Facebook event on the same day at 2pm EST.
The ostensive reason for the live Substack chat and live Facebook event is to discuss and promote my beautiful new And So It Goes Collection, on sale this Thursday, September 4th. I’ll explain my inspiration for each of the six artworks in the collection, how they fit together thematically, and how they satisfy my broader sensibilities in pursuit of the art of little things. I’d love to hear how art contributes to your life, what it means to you, and how you scratch the artistic itch.
So please set an hour aside next Thursday the 11th at 1 or 2pm. I’d love to meet you! Details to follow.
Reminder: My And So It Goes Collection of six limited edition fine art photographs (only five prints per edition) launches this Thursday, September 4th, but will remain available for only two weeks. Any unsold prints in the collection will be retired for at least one year as of Friday, September 19th. So far, seven prints have been reserved. Click here to reserve yours!
Many thanks, as always!
Sons of the Pioneers, filtered through Marty Robbins:
All day I've faced a barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry
And souls that cry for water
Cool, clear water
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/martyrobbins/coolwater.html
http://www.protestsonglyrics.net/Environmental_Songs/Cool-Water.phtml
The fool drove beast of burden Dan into the desert … febrile visions of quench from an ever approaching Huxwell-fed oasis ensued.
I’ve been through deserts, too, strapped aback beasts of burdening whose names I’ll never forget. I know the names of the beasts that burdened them, too.
((Back beyond those I can infer the bet, the direction of the shot. The names, more words, don’t really matter.))
Beastill, my beating heart. But not too still. Pump up, hand over hand, cool, clear water from the Huxwell.
I came to conclusion long ago that lyrics, mere word symbols, are energized, powered up, made vital & nutritious only & because/when they are subordinated-conformed to the music. Words follow, they don’t lead, the emotion in motion that is music.
Even vocalizations, scat, subordinate-conform, else are merely evidence an animal passed that way.
Shine on, Scatman:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rKbtlodzCU
It is disservice in service to venal agenda, but glorious neurodiversity is depicted here understanding, with - correctly - no Bobby McGee sentimentality anywhere in sight (well, a little is false-sighted, then it is subordinated), that the music comes first, that the music has always come first:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsK2jGUGHWs
Did you watch The Music of Chance? Thoughts?
Taylor Sheridan sheds light on the Sons-thrown shade:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l57WCCYOxsU
Pioneers were “be all you can be” soldiers-pawns moved round the board by conquistadors with clean hands. That they didn’t know, or desperately did not want to know, TNSTAAFL before being shocked into troops status, they knew after, & they set to cutting their genocide teeth in earnest. The lands were already occupied. The lands weren’t bought. The lands were taken. The lands were “free” for the taking.
One Tin Soldier Rode Away. But there were, & are millions upon millions riding the other way.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YH0eHzTKEMY&list=RDYH0eHzTKEMY&start_radio=1&pp=ygUaYmlsbHkgamFjayBvbmUgdGluIHNvbGRpZXKgBwE%3D
“Specialization is for insects” & for “social” insects the specialty is social-massing - the better to massacre those other social-massed insects.
Victors write the histories, but first they write the languages, & that language-virtuality-symbolism, is the tip of the spear that impales this planet’s massed complements of internalizing-projecting pawns.
This sphere is saturated with soldiers.
And with sissies who have access to lawyers, guns & money (& all those soldiers) & who are ready, willing & able to kill everything in sight - as Gore Vidal characterized Teddy Roosevelt.
This sphere is colonized with clean hands, filthy minds, conquistadors.
Chris Hedges nails the title to the social-mass that controls the title & drives it like they stole it - because they did, because they do:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN4U24vtnDY
Sow, the reap is either that social-mass cannot hear the music of the spheres, or that there are martial strains in that music that they hear all too well, martial strains that entrain, & entertain, & “enliven” for season after season of multitrack walking dead episodes.
Something about how Huxwell victims & agents can often be one & the same?
Photographs. And memories. Muscle memories? Nervous system channels?
In '74 Jim Croce was on the juke box that was under a pavillion by an antique swimming pool (canvass-wrapped oak diving boards) way out in the sticks. I was young & probably wasn't aware he'd already been killed, the year before.
Planes, trains, & auto ... stuff.
Stuff seems to be getting more auto, all the time.