Tired
I’m weary of ‘splainin’ myself to myself. Like seriously, why do I do that? Oh yeah, I notice myself do it. And I do it anyway. Like I’m stealing from some black cloaked specter who holds my heart in a cage. Pema said it’s good to watch yourself spining out as you’re spinning out. So, I guess that’s at least a good thing. That I see myself doing it. I should stop right this moment and do some Reiki. Please hold.
(Cho Ku Re…I have compassion for myself…glitter)
I’ve been making songs on the Berimbau. These are rough. Rough and wet like detritus on a Southern street. Maybe in a South that won and colonized South America (which was in their plans). I’m not saying the South should have won the Civil War. I’m just thinking and creating and what’s coming to my mind is a “what if”. You know, like what if this, then what if that. For all we know the South would have quickly abolished slavery when they realized it a was drain on entrepreneurial energy. All that free labor doesn’t make for innovation because there’d be little motivation.
Anyway, this music is like that in some way. I’m not really making sense. I’ve just been collecting leaves. Here’s some songs:
Carve it Like Giapetto(OM.11.11.11)
Here’s the RFK video where he talks about England and slavery and all of what was inspiring me in the earlier paragraph. This stuff gets all up in me.
