We Belong

!B0UvyygCGk~$(KGrHqYOKkQE)NfGgEG2BMZ6N+mO!g~~_35I once worked in the promotional department at the Ventura Theatre back in the 90s and was honored with free admission to see some of the greatest musicians of the previous twenty years or so. I clearly remember seeing Pat Benatar and recall being so incensed with the purity of her voice that I ran to a pay phone in the lobby, called a friend, and held the phone up toward the theater doors. Her perfect pitch literally cut through to my soul and I could feel myself being electrified by the immense amount of pure energy radiating throughout the building. I imagined that even the people outside must be feeling some sense of her power and I believed people on the streets were walking with a lighter stride and smiling for no reason at all.

I’m working on a new song now and am trying to incorporate a few bars of one of her songs, namely, “We Belong.” Wish me luck and, I apologize in advance to Ms. Benatar. I might just turn it into a tragic mess. But if she likes it, maybe she’ll have a cup of coffee with me some time. I can only hope…

Pat Benatar, We Belong

Many times I’ve tried to tell you, many times I’ve cried alone
Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone
Don’t wanna leave you really, I’ve invested too much time
To give you up that easy, to the doubts that complicate your mind

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together

Maybe it’s a sign of weakness, when I don’t know what to say
Maybe I just wouldn’t know what to do with my strength anyway
Have we become a habit, do we distort the facts
Now there’s no looking forward, now there’s no turning back, when you say

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together

Close your eyes and try to sleep now, close your eyes and try to dream
Clear your mind and do your best to try and wash the palette clean
We can’t begin to know it, how much we really care
I hear your voice inside me, I see your face everywhere, still you say

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together

True Hawaiians

hawaiianTrue Hawaiians – key word True, not the fakers, not the ones who’ll sell themselves and their culture out for a US Gov.’t buck.

I just wanted to take a moment to thank the Hawaiian people for the wonderful word “Aloha.” It has so many meanings but most importantly to me it means Love. While living on the beaches of Maui I’ve been looked out for by several different people who have shown me respect and caring in the smallest but most beautiful ways. I can find nothing more beautiful in the world than the smile on the face of a Hawaiian person. There’s a richness of color and light that emanates from their dignified and soulful faces that warms the moment like nothing else can.

And to think of after all they’ve lost, their ability to keep smiling is a wonder I’ve only witnessed elsewhere on the faces of the Irish. Both peoples have seen great hardship but instead of giving in to bitterness they turn disappointments, tragedies and turmoil into rainbows.

There’s a Hawaiian family camped not far from me and at night I listen to the song of their conversation and know that every other word is meant as “I Love You” and that they care deeply for one another though they have little of what most of us might consider creature comfort. The sound of their voices is a smile that goes on for hours. They are a people who will give until they have nothing for themselves.

It should be our mission as invaders of their land to make sure their cups never run dry and to never look upon them again in terms of “manifest destiny” as a “conquered people” but as some of our greatest teachers in the ways of kindness and caring.

Thank the mystical place called Heaven that these people might continue to walk among us and shine the light of an unrequited love on us all. Without them, I know for myself, I might never have made it through the many trials and tribulations I’ve been subjected to by those whom I had thought were my own people. They tried to surround me so that I might not see this and they tried to make me believe it no longer existed. But I kept looking and hoping to see it again and I’m happy to have found it again.

Mahalo Nui Loa, Thank you from my heart. May the warmth of the word Aloha serve to light you all through your darkest days.

 

 

Talkin’ About A Revolution

crossroads-tracyI saw Tracy Chapman a while back at a small venue in Ventura, California and she literally lit the place up with a voice like a diamond cutting glass. I remember when her first album came out and I couldn’t figure whether she was way behind the times or way ahead.

I can now see she was way ahead but no one else was willing to pick up the ball with her and make things happen. By the time the album came out (late 80s) America was already falling back to sleep and into a “status quo” slumber of profit, greed and apathy not unlike the 50s generation whom the 60s and 70s generations had so vehemently protested.

So here we are now and Tracy is more relevant now than ever; as are all of the protest songs of the Age of Aquarius. Here’s one from her second album that means a lot to me at the moment:

Crossroads by Tracy Chapman

All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I’m standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There’re hands that grab me on every side

All you folks think I got my price
At which I’ll sell all that is mine
You think money rules and all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I’m trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life

Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need

Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods

All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I’ll save my soul save myself

Black Boys on Mopeds by Sinéad O’Connor

41g93ABZ+dLOn a lighter note:

There have been a few people since the 60s and 70s who’ve tried to wake us up. It’s too bad they’re so few and far between.

Black Boys on Mopeds by Sinéad O’Connor

Margaret Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her

I’ve said this before now
You said I was childish and you’ll say it now
“Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you”

[America’s] not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving

Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was “please”

These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
“Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you”

[America’s] not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving.

Wag the Dog – An Everyday Affair

Screen shot 2013-04-04 at 6.24.01 PMThe only thing wrong with this movie is that it doesn’t tell you that this is an everyday affair at the White House. Screenwriters, set directors, the whole nine…

Synopsis:

After being caught in a scandalous situation days before the election, the president does not seem to have muAfter being caught in a scandalous situation days before the election, the president does not seem to have much of a chance of being re-elected. One of his advisers contacts a top Hollywood producer in order to manufacture a war in Albania that the president can heroically end, all through mass media.After being caught in a scandalous situation days before the election, the president does not seem to have much of a chance of being re-elected. One of his advisers contacts a top Hollywood producer in order to manufacture a war in Albania that the president can heroically end, all through mass media.ch of a chance of being re-elected. One of his advisers contacts a top Hollywood producer in order to manufacture a war in Albania that the president can heroically end, all through mass media.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120885/

AMERICA – For Sale by Owners

corporate-greed_27-06-1882We the people of the Un-United Corporation of America are placing our country on the market and invite any efficiently-run, honest and egalitarian nation to submit a bid. The time has come to look outside of America for our governance as anyone born and raised in America has been disqualified by virtue of their unfortunate birth. American politicians are incapable of upholding the tenets of our constitution and the dreams of our founding fathers. It is perhaps our water that causes the many and various defects in thinking, decision-making, and an irreconcilable deficiency in common sense, so please bring your own water.

Now some appropriate lyrics from The Police song, Spirits in the Material World:

There is no political solution

To our troubled evolution

Have no faith in constitution

There is no bloody revolution

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A World of “Acceptable Levels” of Everything

skull-and-bones-toxicIn a world that doesn’t truly care about people, we adopt “acceptable levels” for everything:

1. Acceptable levels of homelessness

2. Acceptable levels of poison in our food.

3. Acceptable levels of drug abuse

4. Acceptable levels of crime

5. Acceptable levels of mental illness

6. Acceptable levels of pollution

7. Acceptable levels of toxins in our drinking water

8. Acceptable levels of violence

9. Acceptable levels of prisoners incarcerated in our jails

10. Acceptable levels of child abuse

11. Acceptable levels of alcohol abuse

The list goes on and on and what it says about our government’s standards is that “This is what we consider the cost of doing business. Because, let’s face it, The United States is merely a large corporation designed to cater to only those who can afford to avoid these “acceptable levels” for everything. As long as it “isn’t in my backyard, screw that unfortunate scum who can’t afford to improve their lives.”

Our economy and economic stratification is such that all of these things are “Ok” with the powers-that-be. And spending money on damage control to protect these levels when they fear you’re getting wise to them is a better solution than just doing the right thing. The 78 Billion a year spent on the CIA is a testament to that since the CIA is nothing more than a hired gun to protect corporate interests and maintain control of the populace. Things don’t and won’t change unless it’s good for business.

We shouldn’t waste our time on statistics and all other other minutiae they love to throw at us to keep us confused, fearful and argumentative. These statistics and white noise are just a puppet show to keep us from seeing what’s really going on behind the scenes.

It’s not that we don’t live in a “perfect world,” it’s just that it’s THEIR “perfect world,” not OURS.

Touching Eternity, Just for Fun

I find it funny when people who know I’m a writer ask me what I do for fun. I surfed for fun for 25 years until I felt it had run it’s course for me. I remember saying when I was a teenager that I would surf forever. Somehow that seemed all I would ever need. But even surfing, having been an excitingly new and seemingly endless source of fun and enjoyment, now seems a sort of hollow and repetitive exercise. I guess I might say the same about dating. Too much investment for so little return. Who knows, maybe I’m just getting old.

Early on I felt that surfing had a lot to teach me and that perhaps once I internalized the lessons it had to offer I might not need to continue the physical act. Surfing teaches you to, literally, go with the proverbial flow, to find grace under pressure, and to always look to the next wave to be the best; to keep on living with the openness and unfettered expectancy of future possibilities.

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