Puka Hunting

Puka Hunting

by Philip Scott August

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We comb the beach for pukas

we are fishers of shells bound

by love’s umbilical

as we sift, scratch, and dig for treasure

I go to one end

and she the other

meeting in the middle

we find ourselves children again

and blend as friends and lovers

we make a competition of it

and I declare the lead

yet very quickly the duel is lost

to awe, and the exaltation of discovery

she, me, we, sand, sun and surf

the light of the eternal tryst

a fusion in time unbridled

Next Maui AMPFest, July 4th! Celebrate the Spirit of Aloha!

PrintMaui AMPFest 2015 (Part 2) or Maui AMPFest 2015.1

We’re looking for bands from all music genres to join the party.
This will be a bi-monthly or monthly event.

The Maui AMPFest is part of 
The Aloha Project:
Promoting Aloha, Music, Hawaiian Culture & sustainable living through international collaboration.

This Video Fest strives to showcase diverse bands from around the world with Hawaiian Culture and music as it’s centerpiece, thusly perpetuating the Spirit of Aloha and creating a worldwide bond between socially and politically conscious people and musicians from around the world.

Musicians in this first installment include representatives from Portugal, France, India, Germany, China, Japan, The Phillipines, and various and sundry other parts of the world.

Bands and musicians don’t need to come to Maui. It’s a video fest.

Send your video to: lord.greystoke77@gmail.com
Event Number One (Released May 15th) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSLQtCsaCNs

I’ve become one with the machine…

maui music_openingFinishing up production on the Aloha Maui “Mixed Plate” Music Video Fest and I think I’ve become one with the machine. For better or for worse I am a laptop with magical software. We’ve spent the past 7 days conspiring to create what we hope will be “the” event or at least “an” event of your year. We’re both tired and overheated but we think we might have created something cool, something fun, and something edifying. All this in one video you ask? Well, she’s one hour and fifteen minutes long. Chances are there might be something worthwhile somewhere in there. We’ll be giving away the first 50 copies. So watch out, a couple of strangers might just force a free DVD on you.

Aloha Maui Mixed Plate Music Video Fest…

We’re working on creating the First Maui Music Video Festival and are looking for Alternative, Rock, Experimental and Electronic artists to take part. There’s no submission fee. Date is May 15th. Bands are not required to come to Maui.

We need the original video directly from you or a link where we can download it. Beyond that we’re going to need a 30 second blurb with your band name, song description, and a shout out to your fans.
You can reach us at lord.greystoke77@gmail.com

If you don’t start laughing, or crying, it might be…

Serenity_by_dobeeIf you’ve ever spent a couple of weeks or more in solitude in the Natural World, you know more about reality than any scholar who’s spent his entire life studying politics.

What do birds know of reality? Building a nest, caring for their young, and finding sufficient food to stay alive. Compare that to your life, to what you’re witnessing in the news, and to what you see going on in the human world around you. If you don’t start laughing, or crying, it might be that you’re forever lost.

Deer, bears, birds, snakes, worms and ants know more about what’s important than the average Harvard or Yale graduate. Woodland creatures don’t bother themselves with a life of the mind or even care much about upward mobility or buying the right stock or what car to buy when the new models come out. They’re simple creatures with simple needs and you’ll never find one of them jockeying for position in the supermarket parking lot.

If that analogy isn’t good enough for you then let’s look to the human realm, Native Americans. Native tribes were almost entirely devoid of homelessness. Everyone in the tribe held nearly equal importance. While they did wage war with one another, their wars were never the sort where one tribe sought to annihilate the other. Many times it was just simply a balancing of numbers, adding to the tribe, or a feud over a breech of sacred grounds for hunting or prayer. It wasn’t until White Contact that their form of warfare resembled ours in any way. In some cases, like with the Chumash in California, war consisted only of sending up a flurry of arrows into the sky until one person was killed or injured. For them, that was enough. No need to destroy, humiliate, or commit genocide against the enemy. A simple exercise of strength was satisfactory.

So, in between breaks from the ramblings of Fox News and CNN and the endless parade of fools and fops (it’s all just deflection from the horrible state of our union anyway to the tune of 17 trillion), I hope you’ll stop for a minute, or a week, or a month, or a year; put aside the silly busy-ness of our crazed “civilization” and listen to a bird sing, watch the moon rise, breathe deeply, and remember what peace may be found in silence.

I believe that it’s only by stopping absolutely everything and listening again to our inner voice that we can accomplish our search for serenity. This works twofold, one, in bringing us back into ourselves, and two, by becoming quiet within ourselves we’ll be reminded what a lot of noise and nonsense we’re surrounded by. And in doing this we may once again know what needs to be done to give this gift of serenity to one another again.

– Phil Wikel, June 5, 2014

Great Lyrics: “King of Birds” from the album Document by REM

r-e-m-document-1987“King Of Birds” by REM

A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler’s stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don’t lay so still you’re not yet young
There’s time to teach, point to point,
Point observation, children carry reservations

Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly

Singer sing me a given
Singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Everybody’s looking on
(Old man don’t lay so still you’re not yet young,
there’s time to teach, point to point,
point observation, children carry reservations)

Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly away, away, away

I am king of all I see
My kingdom for a voice
Old man don’t lay so still, you’re not yet young
There’s time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations

Standing on the shoulders of giants
Leaves me cold, leaves me cold
A mean idea to call my own
A hundred million birds fly away, away, away

Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground
Everybody hit the ground

Great Lyrics: REMs “Cuyahoga” from Life’s Rich Pageant…

R.E.M.“Cuyahoga” by REM

Let’s put our heads together and start a new country up
Our father’s father’s father tried, erased the parts he didn’t like
Let’s try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red

This is where we walked
This is where we swam
Take a picture here
Take a souvenir

This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
And we gathered up our friends, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, underneath the river bed

This is where we walked
This is where we swam
Take a picture here
Take a souvenir

Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone

Let’s put our heads together and start a new country up
Up underneath the river bed we’ll burn the river down

This is where they walked, swam
Hunted, danced and sang
Take a picture here
Take a souvenir

Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone

Rewrite the book and rule the pages
Saving face, secured in faith
Bury, burn the waste behind you

This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We are not your allies, we cannot defend

This is where they walked
This is where they swam
Take a picture here
Take a souvenir

Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone

A New Definition Of Bankruptcy?

US-bankruptIt’s official, America is Bankrupt!

A general rule of thumb for filing for bankruptcy is that, when you’re debt is more than your annual income, it’s probably time to file bankruptcy.

The GNP for the US is 15.89 trillion. The national debt is $17.226 trillion.

Looks like it’s time to hand over the country to someone else. And as bad a risk as the US is, perhaps we can convince one of the following financially solvent countries to take on the task of resuscitating America:

Norway
Luxembourg
Switzerland
Denmark
Sweden
Singapore
Finland
Canada
Netherlands
Germany

Jeez, if we’d have just admitted our faults (all of them) and stopped spending so much money on damage control, we might have avoided this. But no, we’ll continue to launch drones to circle overhead, pay neighbors to harass their neighbors, drive around in circles, tap phones and email, and act like ignorant jackasses in a terribly failing attempt to place the blame elsewhere.

Gotta keep people at the NSA and CIA working cuz they couldn’t possibly function in a real job, or in society in general. These are the descendants of their Nazi predecessors, educated in useless Waldorf schools who can’t possibly fathom that the world just doesn’t want, or need them.

The River (A Dirge for Kurt Cobain) by The Julian Day

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We can get down sometimes, can’t we? You just have to hope someone’s really there for you when you do.

 

The River: Words by Philip Scott Wikel, Music by The Julian Day (Video Below)

I am the river
dry as the sun
like Kurt Cobain
without the guts

I am the river
dry as the sun
and for the hundredth time
I’ve gone nuts

I remember the river
when it used to flow
I remember the river
and I thought you should know
that I’ve become the river
and I wish I could row

But my arms are the river
dry as a bone
my arms are the river
and my heart is a stone
you see,
my heart is the river
and it used to flow
but my heart is the river
and it’s as dry as a bone

I even wish I could shiver
because that would show
that I was once like the river
when it used to flow
how I wish I could shiver
because that would at least show
that I was as cold as the river
in the white winter’s snow

I am the river
dry as the sun
and I think of Sylvia
cuz she’d gone nuts

I think she was a river
and like many the same
they’d gone crazy
and they had the guts.