Thought
"During the sixties, I think, people forgot what emotions were supposed to be. And I don't think they every remembered. I think once you see emotions from a certain angle you can never think of them as real again. That's more less what has happened to me." —Andy WarholSearch
My Music. Song, Art, Writing Entries of Various Sorts
- I rest my case - DJs truly suck balls
- New Art Prints - A thousand colors made from tears
- Bono & U2: Abho(RED) By So Many Thoughtful People
- Happy Easter
- Flower Power Vs. Venus In Furs
- Bulboscity in Stasis
- Roy Sablosky on the Blue Serge and the Savoy Tivoli
- The Love Shack, Hockney-style
- Cat + Synthesizer
- The Serge Modular Synthesizer and the Origin of the Atom Bee
- Disposable Pop From the (song)Device
- Happy Birthday, David and Elvis
- James Brown, R.I.P.
- Happy Birthday Louie Van Bee
- How The Brain Processes Words
- A Love Supreme - Chiclet Edition - Edition Info on the way
- In Loving Memory, John Lennon, Oct. 9, 1940-Dec. 8, 1980
- British Prize For Art That Has No Meaning
- LeisureTown
- Art School Confidential
- Total War on DJ Culture
- Welcome to Sun Pop Blue
- Hunter--We Hardly Knew Ye!
- Poor Hunter Thompson
Words and Art
Free Music Download #1: Isle of Islay Revisited | Free Music Download #1: Isle of Islay Revisited |
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A few years back, when I was hiding out in Hollywood, I got to a point where it seemed as if the jig was up. I was staying in a friend's place.
I was in a near-suicidal state of depression. Nothing was going
according to plan. All the Hollywood bullshit (promised investors,
etc.) had become painfully apparent. I was broke, living off a few sales of HoneyBun kits to distributors, and borrowed money. I had convinced the company that made HoneyBun Spanking Kits to put out a massage kit, with the idea of breaking out of the adult novelty industry and onto the shelf next to Dirty Girl Soap, where the money was. They wanted to make a soft-core massage video to go with the oil. I said that was too tacky for HoneyBun. I proposed a relaxation cd. They agreed. So I did what I have done so many times: I went down below to where the music is. Whatever storms rage above the surface cannot touch me down there. I can only assume other artists know of which I speak, or anyone who has perhaps submerged him/herself in meditation, or prayer, or focused labor, which, now that I think about it, seem to be the main components of my creative process. In the time that followed, about three weeks, I composed four songs. When I came out, these are the songs that had flowed through, each about fifteen minutes long:
Isle of Islay Revisited is the only song I have ever done composed entirely from samples: gongs, chimes, birds, water, guitar, and so on. The title refers to an incredibly sweet and sad ballad by Donovan, on his album Gift From a Flower To A Garden, released in 1968. I have since reworked the first three songs, taking them from the pastels of the original versions into more technicolor realms. The label I am discussing releasing the cd with insists I redo Isle of Islay Revisited as well. I am in the process of composing a very different piece, although I hope it will have the same placid flow as the original. The label insisted I not have any of the original pieces available on the web (you can hear an excerpt of Winter Blue at my myspace page, however), but since there are issues with samples,etc., on this piece, I think it safe to offer to you for download. Download Isle of Islay Revisited
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