music mantra / art as dharma

Nice collection of a reviews of a recent musical collaboration of mine in wikipedia. #blessed

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dive_(Tycho_album)

heart / beat

One of the reasons I really enjoy electronica, especially some of the lush sounds (house, ambient…and then industrial-influenced/darkwave beats, etc.) is because for all of its computerized sonic beats and bliss, dialed-in dissonance or meditative entrainment, much of the works that are produced are riddled with imperfections. Many house tracks (especially the earlier tracks) feature singers that are “out of tune” (according to the western musical scale only), one-take recordings, improvs and mistakes that became riffs, etcetera. I will always cherish that initial spirit, creativity, inspiration and tether that close to my heart. At the root of such improvs, samples, chords, strains, bleeps and runs is a tribal interconnectedness that reminds me of sweet, cherished humanity.

I giggle to myself a little when people ask me to or expect me to sing like Aretha, or Stevie, or the now current/diluted versions of such artistic superheroes, and find themselves a little disappointed when I don’t deliver, never having promised such a thing. Sure, you’ll hear influences. It’s in my DNA. Thank God/dess for that. I love these artists and many others, damn near every artist in *every* artistic medium. Love soul music, love Gospel, sang in Gospel choir as a kid. But I’ve got my own spin, and I’d have to visit a space that isn’t inherently authentic in order to mimic that style, though these artists influence me beyond words. Are we all jukeboxes? Or are we just vibin’ in juke joints? In between? You find the answer for (and ultimately only answer *to*) YourSelf.

Deep house, punk, electronica (pick a style, ya know) makes a lot of room for each artist to rock their own swag and work their own poetry accordingly.

I’ve finally come to see I’m more of a vocal painter than a singer. The more I realize this, the more fellow travelers inquire with me to work on richer and more soulful projects. #TrustYourSoul’sCalling #PickUpThePhone

Then, too, I marvel at the perfectly programmed tracks that are massaged into sounding “organic,” beats, sentiments, otherworldly elements borne of 0′s and 1′s. the same could be said of course about hip hop, etcetera. Drum and bass, pure drum tracks, what have you. Sometimes you gotta listen closely to hear it/remember it. If you like.

<3, jianda

Keep Your Heart Alive

At least once a day, lay your heart down, soft as a feather, for loving. At least, within yourself. Hopefully you have a sweet, supportive tribe, believing mirrors, to share this sweetness with, who are with you, simply, to witness and encourage in courage. Keep your heart alive. <3

song to save a life (your candle)

peace, r.

 

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All 1 At Once

We are all born love agnostics. Loving, period. Without dogma attached.

Then if all the variables lock in just right, we make our way to this world/plane. More often than not, we’re forced to choose a team* (no team/both teams is a kind of a forced choice too). Sometimes people choose a team for shorthand/shortcut (words fail us, indicators and metaphors can help), for political reasons, for some sense of a declaration of self. Or to make it easier for dates and mates to find them (think: standing at the airport with a sign for your incoming party). Or just because.

How can an SGL-identified female find some “dude” attractive? I’ll let Tim Gunn break it down for you.

I think a part of ‘escaping’ this he-she sexbattle chaos has to do with taming it. Not making the dynamic docile or sterile, but riding its waves. Surfing it. Much like life…it *is* life. Without womb, blood, spirit alchemy? No life. Without white light/white heat, zygote hero’s journey and finishing that race a winner? No life. Out we pop after all that fire stoked, recipe, cookin’ and battlin’. We already have won a mystical race just to make our way(s) here.

Still, the male-female (traditional) dynamic is as old as time. It’s where we’ve come from (to date…the pattern even replicates via test tubes…). It must be venerated, respected. We all must settle back into natural-born love for any kind of peace of mind in one’s own lifetime. There will always be natural disasters in the world. We’ll always be mitigating and cleaning up the messes. Protecting ourselves and/or our loved ones after the damage is done. Cleaning things up, getting wiser in the process, living and loving more in the aftermath.

When praying, loving, make-loving, f*cking  (it’s always all-at-once, it’s always the big Turn On that creates yes?) it’s always about You.

You’re always experiencing and enjoying or appreciating the reflection of you. This is the end to all conflict and all war. In order to really *get* that idea though, one has to remember one loves oneself, and be about what that means. Then it automatically reflects in all interactions with others.

Ah…then, there’s the rub.

That familiar rub….

Yes.
…lower please?
Higher!
Now, a little to the left.

Right. That’s it…
If one prefers bois over boys, pop songs and Cosmo articles shift into new dimensions, shapeshifting becomes a veritable, hopefully amusing, sport.

Underneath all of this language, these shortcuts, these signifiers, we are spiritual, social, sexual beings who concurrently transcend the shell(s) we roam around in. We’re magic meaning makers who play with all kinds of chi all around the world and oftentimes out of it. You have a right to call it what you want and wear your team colors with Pride. No one has a right to take that away from you or tell you what it looks like, when, why, or who…who…where!

People forget.

People forget this so often, it’s like they never let themselves have one sweet second to remember it. Don’t let it break your heart. Just keep remembering for your own sweet self.

- inspired by my forever spiritbrother r.

Take the word *team how you’d like, it applies many ways

Stay Awake

“to your wings hold on/
or you are sure to miss the ride/
and the melody will surely die”

Run + Tell Dat

Without Judas, there would be no Jesus (as we’ve come to experience him).
Whether or not you believe in the latter “J,” Jesus Christ informs a lot of our cultural narratives. Each individual has an important role to play, and important self-imposed destiny.
In life we all tell stories. We all use metaphors on the daily.
We all teach one another, consciously or otherwise. It’s what we
do, we emulate one another. we learn from do’s and don’ts.
Learn by listening, loving, just observing, breathing.
When people don’t want to hear us or want to challenge us, our words,
our hearts…will we proceed? Or, how shall we proceed? Does criticism inform or fuel the
rest of our experience(s) from the impact of the words forward?
How important is it to love the haters or to pay them any mind?
Criticism is indeed a form of interest and attention, as inattention signifies people just don’t care
or are perhaps just deluged by life, focused elsewhere, unavailable.
Perhaps people are overwhelmed by your greatness. Or, by the combination of your
superhuman facets (all of us have these) and the facets that don’t reflect as much light.
Many people cannot sit with flaws, see past them, or let others know they are in
the presence of someone or something that has apparent flaws, that is in a process
of being that is not necessarily socially acceptable.
It’s good to learn to be okay with people who are just not at all okay…with you…with
your being.
Every review, every critique, is at the end of the day, just another
opinion. Such as we share everyday. when we are sharing what we really
feel we know, feel is Truth, then by our own definition, this is more than
just opinion.
In my estimation of Truth, Everybody is a leader, every message is unique,
everyone has their important piece to add to this Spirit puzzle. We are
designed this way.
What is reasoning but continuing to ask good questions, anyway, and
come to sound conclusions about answers, and asking more questions
and so on..?
What we share matters and we imbue it with meaning, I think. This meaning is
valuable and always manifests in ultimate goodness, I feel.
What we express matters, all ways.
What we focus on manifests all the more, I continue to renew and reflect my faith in that.
xo,
jianda

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