Music and videos and stuff I like and want to share with YOU!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Paul McCartney "Cut Me Some Slack"



Paul McCartney channeling Kurt Cobain....rocking harder at 70 years old than he ever did before.  With the remaining members of Nirvana.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Jack White The Full Amex Unstaged Show



Directed by Mr. Gary Oldman.  Bloody lip & All.

Set List:

(intro)
I Guess I Should Go to Sleep
Blunderbuss


with The Peacocks

Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground (The White Stripes song)

Missing Pieces

Freedom At 21
Love Interruption
Hotel Yorba (The White Stripes song)
Two Against One (Rome cover)

Top Yourself (The Raconteurs song)

I'm Slowly Turning Into You (The White Stripes song)
Blue Blood Blues (The Dead Weather song) (with "Screwdriver" riff intro)
Take Me With You When You Go

with Los Buzzardos

Sixteen Saltines
I Cut Like a Buffalo (The Dead Weather song)
Weep Themselves To Sleep

Trash Tongue Talker

You Know That I Know (Hank Williams cover)
We're Going To Be Friends (The White Stripes song)

Hypocritical Kiss
Hello Operator (The White Stripes song)

Carolina Drama (The Raconteurs song)

Catch Hell Blues (Fragment) (The White Stripes song)
Seven Nation Army (The White Stripes song)

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Friday, October 5, 2012

Gulabi Gang is Badass



This is SO BadAss and SO Right.

"The Gulabi gang (from Hindi, translation: "pink gang") is a group of women vigilantes and activists originally from Banda in Bundelkhand district, Uttar Pradesh, India, but reported to be active across North India as of 2010. It is named after the pink saris worn by its members.

The gang was founded in 2006 by Sampat Pal Devi, a mother
of five and former government health worker (and a former child bride), as a response to widespread domestic abuse and other violence against women. Gulabis visit abusive husbands and beat them up with laathis (bamboo sticks) unless they stop abusing their wives. In 2008, they stormed an electricity office in Banda district and forced officials to turn back the power they had cut in order to extract bribes. They have also stopped child marriages and protested dowry and female illiteracy." Check out their webpage at www.gulabigang.org/


Friday, September 28, 2012

One Night in Bangkok




One night in Bangkok and the world's my oyster,
I've got an angel sitting next to me.
Foot massages and Chang Beer on Khao San Road in Bangkok

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Santorini Blue



Just as the wind
in the mountains
blows the oaks
asunder, so did
Santorini
blow my mind.

photo by Keith in Santorini, Greece

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis "Thrift Shop"




"Damn, he's a cold-ass Honky"

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Dan Gilbert "Exploring the Frontiers of Happiness"




Fascinating thoughts on happiness, instant gratification, fear & why we think the way we do.

"We have within us the capacity to manufacture the very quality we are constantly chasing.” ~ Daniel Gilbert

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

"This Is Water" David Foster Wallace



Four years ago today, David Foster Wallace, one of the most wonderful writers ever, took his own life.  This  commencement address was given by him at Kenyon College in 2005.  
I am forever still trying to exercise some CONTROL over what I think.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Neil Gaiman "Make Great Art"

Neil Gaiman Addresses the University of the Arts Class of 2012 from The University of the Arts (Phl) on Vimeo.

Break the Rules. Make Wonderful Mistakes. Make Great Art.

Patience


Patience – Using time, pressure and patience, the universe gradually changes caterpillars into butterflies, sand into pearls, and coal into diamonds. You’re being worked on too, so hang in there. Just because something isn’t happening for you right now, doesn’t mean it will never happen.
Photo of PensiveMonkey at Angkor Wat, Cambodia by Keith Stretchko

Monday, September 3, 2012

Returning to the Source



Empty yourself of everything.
Let the mind become still.
The ten thousand things rise and fall
while the Self watches their return.
They grow and flourish and then
return to the source.
Returning to the source is stillness,
which is the way of nature.

~ Lao Tsu ~
Tao Te Ching

Friday, August 31, 2012

ElasticTime



"Le temps dont nous disposons chaque jour est élastique; les passions que nous ressentons le dilatent, celles que nous inspirons le rétrécissent et l'habitude le remplit."

"The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains."
--À l'ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs (Within a Budding Grove), 1919, by Marcel Proust

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

MOsley Wotta



The Mosley FAvorite band here in Bend, Oregon is MOsley Wotta.

Tin Hat "2 little whos"



From the new Tin Hat Album  "the rain is a handsome animal",  a magnificent new 17-movement song-cycle based on the poetry of e. e. cummings.  Charming.


e e cummings – “2 little whos”

2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree

smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here

(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful world of known)
who and who

(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)

This poem is a sweet description of how two people feel when they are in love.  Two people, lying under a wonderful tree, are talking of their dreams and aspirations.  As they smile and rise together, they must leave the realms of “beyond” and return to “now and here.”  However, because they are still young and because they have each other, they hold onto these incredible dreams as they go through life.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Know Who You Really Are



...Human nature, if one looks deeply at its source, is only conditioned social and cultural behavior passed down through generations. We are not alien spirits on this planet seeded here from another realm, we are more like apples who grow from the apple tree, we grew out of planet Earth. According to science, if you roll the clock back to the big bang, all matter in the known Universe can be condensed down to the size of a tip of a pen, so to think we are divided individual beings, is only a illusion the ego creates. You are no more different and divided from other life forms, then a wave is different and divided from the ocean or the leaves that are from a tree. The whole point of spiritual "methods" such as meditation, is to root you back into the Present Moment, which IS the only place One will ever BE. But the tools and "methods" should not be worshiped no more then the meal you just ate to sustain your energy. Giving power to "methods" only transfers your presence away from what You already posses within. So to put off your Awakening to some far off divine event, such as years of meditation or the day You reach your death-bed, is only escaping the work that needs to be done Today, and that is to Know who You Really ARE, beyond the "image" we only "pretend" to BE...
Art by: Robby Donaghey

You Are The Universe Experiencing Itself


How important are you?   You are here to enable the divine purpose of the universe to unfold. 
Be what and who you want to be. This is YOUR life to create.  And whatever you create is perfect. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Rachid Taha "Barra Barra (Everybody Out)" رشيد طه - بره بره




Rachid Taha - Everybody Out!
رشيد طه - بره بره
Barra Barra
Movie Scenes from BlackHawk Down

"Barra (بره)" means "outside" and therefore "barra barra" means "get out" or "everybody out". This song is about all the problems there are in Algeria, and the reality that you have to get out of the country to escape those things.
Of course Rachid Taha like most of the biggest Rai singers has in fact fled Algeria and currently lives in France.



Everybody out! There's sadness, rage and treachery
Everybody out! Corruption and jealousy, no longer can anyone be trusted
Everybody out! Thirst, the people are forsaken
Everybody out! There's no honor, just oppression and slavery
Everybody out! Thankfulness is gone and ugliness is everywhere
Everybody out! The stars have gone out and the sun has gone black
Everybody out! There's no more goodness, happiness or prosperity
Everybody out! There's no more trees and the birds have stopped singing
Everybody out! There's no day or night, only darkness
Everybody out! Hell has taken over, there's no beauty left
Everybody out! The time has passed, there is no honor
Everybody out! There's corruption and war and the blood is running
Everybody out! Only the walls are left standing
Everybody out! There's fear and so everyone is silent

رشيد طه - برا برا

بره بره... الحزن والبغض والزوارة
بره بره... الفسد والحسد ما بقى أمانة
بره بره العطش والناس منحوسين
بره بره... لا حرمة ظلم وعبودية
بره بره... الشكر دان والقبح ران
بره بره... النجوم طفت ظلمت الشمس
بره بره... مابقي خير لا سعاده ولا زهار
بره بره... مابقت شجرة سكتوا لطيور
بره بره... مابقي ليل ولنهار لضلمه
بره بره... الجهنم نما ما بقي الزين
بره بره... كتر الزمان مابقت حرمه
بره بره... الفسد والحرب والدم يسيل
بره بره... الحيطان الحيطان واقفين
بره بره... الخوف فالناس ساكتين

Friday, August 24, 2012

The Cure For Insommnia



..."So there is always this blank side of experience. What I'm suggesting is that the blank side of experience has the same relationship to the conscious side as the off principle of vibration has to the on principle. There's a fundamental division. The Chinese call them the yang, the positive side, and the yin, the negative side. This corresponds to the idea of one and zero. All numbers can be made of one and zero as in the binary system of numbers which is used for computers.

And so it's all made up of off and on, and conscious and unconscious. But the unconscious is the part of experience which is doing consciousness, just as the trough manifests the wave, the space manifests the solid, the background manifests the figure. And so all that side of life which you call unconscious, unknown, impenetrable, is unconscious, unknown, impenetrable because it's really you. In other words, the deepest you is the nothing side, is the side which you don't know.

So, don't be afraid of nothing. I could say, 'There's nothing in nothing to be afraid of.' But people in our culture are terrified of nothing. They're terrified of death; they are uneasy about sleep, because they think it's a waste of time. They have a lurking fear in the back of their minds that the universe is eventually going to run down and end in nothing, and it will all be forgotten, buried and dead. But this is a completely unreasonable fear, because it is just precisely this nothing which is always the source of something. 

Think once again of the image of clarity, crystal clear.
Nothing is what brings something into focus. This nothing, symbolized by the crystal, is your own eyeball, your own consciousness." ~Alan Watts...
Art by: Justin Bonnet

Rutger Hauer "Tears in Rain"



Tears In Rain is the final monologue of the Replicant Roy Batty in the movie Blade Runner. It has been described as "perhaps the most moving death soliloquy in cinematic history". The final form of the speech was improvised by Rutger Hauer.

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain............Time to die".

Thursday, August 23, 2012

David Bowie "Cracked Actor"




My fav bowie song forever

Crack baby Crack, show me you're real.
Smack baby Smack, with all that you feel.
Suck baby Suck, yeah, give me your head,
Before you start professin' that you're knocking me dead.

Nothing is as it Seems



Nothing is what it seems. Not a single thought, conception, or experience, high or low, is anything but a modification of dreams, a kind of hallucination, the conjunction of wave patterns in vibratory frequencies, typically appearing very elusive to perception in the denser realms of the ordinary senses, where thought-energy rigidifies momentarily into seemingly solid objects. Nevertheless, there are no enduringly solid objects. This so-called world is a phenomenon of luminous interweaving energetic interactions — a radiant play of light.

It is always an event in Consciousness, in the vastness of which everything that appears is simply a modification. However, when we attach, or cling to, or fixate on any of these endlessly arising objects or conditions or their effects, exclusive of their Source, then we make those objects, states, or conditions “real” by the process of identification and differentiation — we grant them substantiality apart from ourselves, and thus create our own suffering as a result.

By Grace, when that perceptual presumption of duality is recognized as the activity of separation itself and thereby begins to be undermined, these billion upon billion appearances once more become non-binding, fluid, and transparent. The whole adventure they imply – in whatever realm, heaven and earth or hell and high water — is recognized as an expression of the dream, having no defining or ultimate significance, but only as the play of Mystery — the Unknown — Itself.

We do not know what any of this is! We cannot actually differentiate ourselves from a single thing, any more than wetness can separate itself from water. There is no definitive explanation for any of it, nor is there really any need for one, except to the mind of dilemma. This is not a matter of belief or speculation. It can be directly verified when one stops and simply contemplates the mystery of one’s own appearance here, the awareness that we Are, but that “What” is aware is unknowable, since it can never be an object to itself. It just is. Is.

What we know of dreams can serve to illuminate our “position” in the so-called waking state. In either, we are in exactly the same situation – we appear to create our environment in both conditions, as well as our sense of being an independent “I”, but we have no idea how this is happening, except that we Are. Everything else is subject to interpretation, but the simple fact of Awareness is our irreducible inheritance.

By allowing attention to rest in this Awareness of pure being itself, rather than on the objects and events that appear and disappear in the absorbing play of thought-energy, something quite interesting is revealed. Clearly the dream is a creation, a product of our own consciousness — who makes this dream but us? And yet we don’t know what we Are, except that we Are. Our experience here is free from thought and movement, with no judgment or measure of inside/outside – utterly clear and transparent, like space. There is no separation between the experiencer, the experiencing, and the experience.

On the other hand, though dreaming arises in our own consciousness and dissolves “there” just the same, can we even call it “our own”? When we awaken, we realize the dream has no concrete substantiality, except what we might attribute to it in our conditioned and conditional knowing. This activity is itself a kind of humorous pretense that most take quite seriously, nevertheless. So serious, in fact, that when differing dreamings clash, further confusions, contentions, and even wars follow. Who would imagine that world conflicts originate in dreaming?

Just so, this waking realm can be seen as not a place or world, but as an indefinite dimension that is not fixed like any object, but fluidly manifesting as a play of infinite possibility. Then, our limited points of view can begin to be submitted to a conscious process in which we unfold in a truly heart-felt relationship to the wonder of this mystery, without the terrible burden of knowing or identification, or even any humorless concern about the implications of the dream world itself. Paradoxically, we can begin to become responsible for our separative tendencies, which are the real creators of every circumstance of the dream, and the source of our suffering and chronic sense of alienation.

This true responsibility is relative to the force of our own activity, which creates the drama in the same way as if we were to complain about a pain in our arm, only to discover that we have been pinching ourselves in our sleep. The dream itself does not have to be accepted or rejected in terms of any of its content. It resists definition. Where do we dream? Where is a “place”? It is our own habitual activity which is separating, contracting, seeking, suffering, imagining, and calling all of this into form and giving it a kind of reality. When this is seen, felt, and welcomed without recoil, without grasping or turning away, then our inherent freedom “resumes” as the ordinary and natural state of being.

~Bob O'Hearn~
"As We Think"

Monday, August 20, 2012

Life is but an Empty Dream?


Camp 4 Collective -- Carston Oliver -- Nate Balli [Edit] from Camp 4 Collective on Vimeo.

“A Psalm of Life”

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,
Be not dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

---Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Jimmy Chin "Yosemite Climbing Culture"




"the dirtbag shower is always on Cold"

a CAMP 4 COLLECTIVE production for NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC
Directed: Renan Ozturk and Jimmy Chin
Produced by: Jimmy Chin
Edited by: Renan Ozturk
Cinematography by: Renan Ozturk, Mikey Schaefer, Tim Kemple and Jimmy Chin
Description:
A behind the scenes adventure with photographer Jimmy Chin as he attempts to do justice to the cutting edge of climbing today in Yosemite for a National Geographic cover story.
Music:
Green Button Music
"As The Clock Turns"
"The Museum"
GreenButtonMusic.com
Random Rab
"K'Khana" (Featuring Rigzin)
"The Alienist"
MySpace.com/RandomRabMusic

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Killian Martin "A Skate Escalation"



Wow. Skateboard as Art/Dance


Directed/Filmed/Edited: http://www.BrettNovak.com

Music: Patrick Watson - "Tracy's Waters"

Annie Flore Batchiellilys "Je t'invite"


The Enchantress Annie Flore Batchiellilys from Gabon with another beautiful tune.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

This Is YourSelf



..."You cannot control your thoughts, and you cannot control your feelings, because there is no controller. You are your thoughts and your feelings, and they are running along, running along, running along. Just sit and watch them. There they go. You are still breathing, aren't you? Still growing your hair; still seeing and hearing. Are you doing that? Is breathing something that you DO? Do you see? Do you organize the operations of your eyes, and know exactly how to work those rods and cones in the retina? Do you DO that? It happens, and it is a happening. Your breathing is happening. Your thinking is happening. Your feeling is happening. Your hearing, your seeing, the clouds are happening across the sky. The sky is happening blue; the sun is happening shining. There it is: all this happening.

May I introduce you? This is yourself. This is a vision of who you really are, and the way you really function. You function by happening, that is to say, by spontaneous occurrence. This is not a state of affairs that you should realize. I cannot possibly preach about it to you, because the minute you start thinking 'I should understand that,' the stupid notion that 'I' should bring it about arises again, when there is no 'you' to bring it about. That is why I am not preaching. You can only preach to egos. All I can do is talk about WHAT IS. It amuses me to talk about what is because it is wonderful. I love it, and therefore I like to talk about IT. If I get paid for it, it is because sensible people get paid for doing what they enjoy doing. My whole approach is not to convert you, not to make you over, not to improve you, but for you to discover that if you really knew the way you were, things would be sane. However, you cannot do that. You cannot make that discovery because you are in your own way so long as you think 'I' am 'I,' so long as that hallucination blocks it. The hallucination disappears only in the realization of its own futility, when at last you see that you cannot make yourself over." ~Alan Watts...
Art by: Shawn Hocking

World Music Mix



Cool music I've discovered while traveling around the world.  Enjoy

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Snowboarding on Bachelor's Northwest Side



Julia Snowboarding Sparks Lake, a black diamond run on the Northwest side of Mt. Bachelor in April 2008 on a Bluebird Day.

Songs are "Nessaja" by European techno band Scooter, and "Elevation" by U2.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

MANÁ "Eres Mi Religion"



I never get tired of this song. It makes me smile every time.  :-)

Iba caminando por las calles empapadas en olvido.
Iba por los parques con fantasmas y con ángeles caídos.
Iba sin luz, iba sin sol, iba sin un sentido,
iba muriéndome.
Iba volando sobre el mar
con las alas rotas.

Ay amor apareciste en mi vida y me curaste las heridas.
Ay amor eres mi luna, eres mi sol, eres mi pan de cada día
Apareciste con tu luz.
No, nunca te vayas,
oh, no te vayas, no
Tú eres la gloria de los dos
hasta la muerte.

En un mundo de ilusión,
yo estaba desahuciado,
yo estaba abandonado.
Vivía sin sentido,
pero llegaste tú. 

Ay, amor tú eres mi religión.
Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.
Abre el corazón,
abre el corazón.

Hace tanto tiempo corazón,
vivía en el dolor, en el olvido.
Ay, amor eres mi bendición, mi religión,
eres mi sol que cura el frío.
Apareciste con tu luz,
no, no, no me abandones.
No, nunca mi amor.
Gloria de los dos,
tú eres sol, tu eres mi todo
toda tú eres bendición.

En un mundo de ilusión
yo estaba desahuciado,
yo estaba abandonado.
Vivía sin sentido,
pero llegaste tú. 

Ay, amor tú eres mi religión.
Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.
Abre el corazón, abre el corazón.
Ay, amor tú eres mi bendición.
Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.
Abre el corazón, abre abre el corazón.

Viviré siempre a tu lado con tu luz.
oh, oh, oh
Moriré estando a tu lado,
eres gloria y bendición,
oh, oh, oh
Eres tu mi bendición.

Eres tú mi religión, yee.
oh, oh, oh
 Eres tú mi eternidad,
y hasta eres salvación.
oh, oh, oh
 No tenia nada.
Y hoy te tengo con la gloria,
con la gloria, con la gloria.
amor, amor, amor, amor, amor
Eres tú mi bendición.
Eres mi luz, eres mi sol.

I was walking on the oblivion-drenched streets
I wandered through parks with ghosts and fallen angels
I was without light, without sun(shine)
I had no direction, I was dying
I was flying over the sea
With broken wings
Oh my love, you came into my life
And healed my wounds
Oh my love, you’re my moon, you’re my sun
You’re my daily bread
You appeared with your light
No, don’t ever go
Oh, don’t go, no
You’re the glory of the two of us
Till death
In an illusion world
I was a hopeless case
I was abandoned
My life made no sense
But then you arrived
Oh my love, you’re my religion
You’re light, you’re my sun
Open your heart, open your heart
A long time ago my sweetheart
I was living in pain, in oblivion
Oh my love, you’re a blessing, my religion
You’re the sun which cures from cold
You appeared with your light
No, no, no, don't leave me
No, never my darling
Glory of the two of us
You’re my sun, you’re my everything
All of you is a blessing
In an illusion world
I was a hopeless case
I was abandoned
My life made no sense, but then you arrived
Oh my love, you’re my religion
You’re light, you’re my sun
Open your heart, open your heart
Oh my love, you’re a blessing
You’re light, you’re my sun
Open your heart, open your heart
I’ll live by your side always, with your light
Oh oh oh
I’ll die next to you
You’re a glory and a blessing
Oh oh oh
You’re a blessing
You’re my religion, yee
Oh oh oh
You’re my eternity
And you’re even salvation
Oh oh oh
I had nothing
And now I have you with the glory
With the glory, with the glory
Love, love, love, love, love
You’re a blessing
You’re mi light, you’re my sun

Chris Whitley "Dust Radio"



Haunting. I can feel this song in my marrow

Walk it with the father 
Talk it with the son 
Baby got vision child 
Like a loaded gun 
She use my body 
Like carrion crow 
Doing our transmission thing 
On dust radio 
Baby call the number 
Nobody left in town 
Baby paint skulls and constellations on the ground 
Where she lay me gently, she lay me slow 
Somebody receiving up there 
On dust radio 
Walk it with the spirit 
Talk it with the spine 
Mama sing "Open up yourself when worlds align" 
My Secret Jesus, 
The Good Red Road 
On blood antenna 
And dust radio

David Bowie "Never Get Old"



Until I write my own personal theme song, this one will do just fine.
David Bowie performing Never Get Old from his 2003 album, Reality. This is from September 8, 2003 at Riverside Studio in England.


Better take care
Think I better go, better get a room
Better take care of me
Again and again

I think about this and I think about personal history
Better take care
I breathe so deep when the movie gets real
When the star turns round
Again and again
He looks me in the eye says he's got his mind on a countdown 3-2-1
Forever

I'm screaming that I'm gonna be living on till the end of time
Forever
The sky splits open to a dull red skull
My head hangs low 'cause it's all over now

And there's never gonna be enough money
And there's never gonna be enough drugs
And I'm never ever gonna get old
There's never gonna be enough bullets
There's never gonna be enough sex
And I'm never ever gonna get old
So I'm never ever gonna get high
And I'm never ever gonna get low
And I'm never ever gonna get old


Better take care

The moon flows on to the edges of the world because of you

Again and again
And I'm awake in an age of light living it because of you
Better take care
I'm looking at the future solid as a rock because of you
Again and again

Wanna be here and I wanna be there

Living just like you, living just like me
Forever
Putting on my gloves and bury my bones in the marshland
Forever
Think about my soul but I don't need a thing just the ring of the bell in the pure clean air

And I'm running down the street of life

And I'm never gonna let you die
And I'm never ever gonna get old
And I'm never ever gonna get
I'm never ever gonna get
I'm never ever gonna get old
And I'm never ever gonna get
And I'm never ever gonna get
Never ever gonna get old



Monday, August 13, 2012

When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer

I Am Not I




I am not I. 
I am this one, 
walking beside me whom I do not see, 
whom at times I manage to visit, 
and whom at other times I forget; 
who remains calm and silent while I talk, 
and forgives, gently, when I hate, 
who walks where I am not, 
who will remain standing when I die.

Yo no soy yo
Soy este
que va a mi lado sin yo verlo; 
que, a veces, voy a ver, 
y que, a veces, olvido. 
El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo, 
el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio, 
el que pasea por donde no estoy, 
el que quedará en pié cuando yo muera.

~ Juan Ramón Jiménez ~

Elephant Taxi



Going for a ride at Patera Elephant Farm near Chiang Mai, Thailand in March 2011

If you can't see my Smile.......


If you can't see my Smile today, I must be upside down :-)
----photo at Perhentian Island, Malaysia, August 2011 by Julia

The Purpose of Words




The purpose of fish traps is to catch fish. When the fish are caught, the traps are forgotten. The purpose of rabbit snares is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snares are forgotten. The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten. Where is the man who has forgotten all words. He is the one I would like to speak with.

~ Chuang Tzu ~



Photo from Ankgor Watt, Cambodia by Keith   April 2011

Live Forever Music Mix




I made a mix on 8tracks...if you listen to it once a week you will live forever.  I promise.


Notes by Bob Dylan




On the slow train time does not interfere & at the Arabian crossing waits White Heap, the man from the newspaper & behind him the hundred Inevitables made of solid rock & stone -- the Cream Judge & the Clown -- the doll house where Savage Rose & Fixable live simply in their wild animal luxury . . . . Autumn, with two zeros above her nose arguing over the sun being dark or Bach is as famous as its commotion & that she herself -- not Orpheus -- is the logical poet "I am the logical poet" she screams "Spring? Spring is only the beginning!" she attempts to make Cream Judge jealous by telling him of down-to-earth people & while the universe is erupting, she points to the slow train & prays for rain and for time to interfere -- she is not extremely fat but rather progressively unhappy . . . . the hundred Inevitables hide their predictions & go to bars & drink & get drunk in their very special conscious way & when tom dooley, the kind of person you think you've seen before, comes strolling in with White Heap, the hundred Inevitables all say "who's that man who looks so white?" & the bartender, a good boy & one who keeps the buffalo in his mind, says, "I don't know, but I'm sure I've seen the other fellow someplace" & when Paul Sargent, a plainclothes man from 4th street, comes in at three in the morning & busts everybody for being incredible, nobody really gets angry -- just a little illiterate most people get & Rome, one of the hundred Inevitables whispers "I told you so" to Madam John . . . Savage Rose & Fixable are bravely blowing kisses to the Jade Hexagram Carnaby Street & to all the mysterious juveniles & the Cream Judge is writing a book on the true meaning of a pear -- last year. he wrote one on famous dogs of the civil war & now he has false teeth & no children . . . . when the Cream met Savage Rose & Fixable, he was introduced to them by none other than Lifelessness -- Lifelessness is the Great Enemy & always wears a hip guard -- he is very hipguard . . . . Lifelessness said when introducing everybody "go save the world" & "involvement! that's the issue" & things like that & Savage Rose winked at Fixable & the Cream went off with his arm in a sling singing "summertime & the livin is easy" . . . . the Clown appears -- puts a gag over Autumn's mouth and says "there are two kinds of people -- simple people & normal people" this usually gets a big laugh from the sandpit & White Heap sneezes -- passes out & rips open Autumn's gag & says "What do you mean you're Autumn and without you there'd be no spring! you fool! without spring, there'd be no you! what do you think of that???." then Savage Rose & Fixable come by & kick him in the brains & color him pink for being a phony philosopher -- then the Clown comes by and screams "You phony philosopher!" & jumps on his head -- Paul Sargent comes by again in an umpire's suit & some college kid who's read all about Nietzsche comes by & says "Neitzsche never wore an umpire's suit" & Paul says "You wanna buy some cloths, kid?" & then Rome & John come out of the bar & they're going up to Harlem . . . . we are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG -- the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory -- if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep . . . . the songs on this specific record are not so much songs but rather exercises in tonal breath control. . . . the subject matter -- though meaningless as it is -- has something to do with the beautiful strangers . . . . the beautiful strangers, Vivaldi's green jacket & the holy slow train

you are right john cohen -- quazimodo was right -- mozart was right. . . . I cannot say the word eye any more . . . . when I speak this word eye, it is as if I am speaking of somebody's eye that I faintly remember . . . . there is no eye -- there is only a series of mouths -- long live the mouths -- your rooftop -- if you don't already know -- has been demolished . . . . eye is plasma & you are right about that too -- you are lucky -- you don't have to think about such things as eye & rooftops & quazimodo.

---Bob Dylan---Liner notes on "Highway 61 Revisited"

My Life Philosophy




"Live as if you where to die tomorrow; Learn as if you were to live forever."
-----Gandhi

photo from our Kalalau Trail hike on the Napali Coast in Kauai, Hawaii by Julia

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Green Lakes Hike



Let Hailey be your guide to the Green Lakes and Fall Creek.....the most popular hike near Bend, Oregon.  Music is "Pump Me Up" by Edwin Yearwood and Krosfyah.

Shooting Stars



Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars. – V. Nabokov

A Night at Bhodi's in Cambodia



A typical night at Bhodi's Place in Kampot, Cambodia.  A balmy, black night, millions of stars, chill and happy backpackers,  a warm salt river with phosphorescent algae, Khmer blues music, strong drinks and the sweet smell of reefers.

Alan Watts Highlights



Alan Watts Highlights by the creators of South Park.

Alan Watts "The Way of Waking Up"




"So then, here's the drama. My metaphysics, let me be perfectly frank with you, are that there is the central Self, you could call it God you could call it anything you like. And its all of us. Its playing all the parts of all beings whatsoever everywhere and anywhere.

And its playing the game of hide and seek with itself. It gets lost, it gets involved in the farthest out adventures but in the end it always wakes up, and comes back to itself. And when you're ready to wake up, you're gonna wake up. And if you're not ready your gonna stay pretending that you're poor little me."


with background music by Kitaro- "Endless Water" and "Tree" from his album "Ki"

Friday, August 10, 2012

Elephant Wash



Julia washing her elephant at Patera Elephant Farm near Chiang Mai, Thailand in April 2011.

Sea Lion on New Zealand Beach



Julia playing with Sea Lion on a New Zealand Beach near Dundedin.


Chiang Mai Busker



Blind Busker in Chiang Mai's Chinatown in March.

Riding the Bull



 Julia "Riding the Bull" on the Lower Deschutes River last week.

Learning to Fly Pt. II




The Wind could carry me on the last part of my Journey, 
if I become light enough,

by letting go of the few things I am still clinging to.....that still believe in Gravity.photo at Crater Lake National Park by Julia.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Roxy Music "Sentimental Fool"




My favorite Roxy Music tune. I love the split personality theme here. and the message.  

"Surely you cannot be leading me on?
Well if that's so, however can I love again?
How could I believe again?
How can I hold on?
Sentimental fool
Knowing that fate is cruel,
You ought to forget it.
Yes, I know it's true,
I've seen what love can do,
But I don't regret it.
Oh, you silly thing--
Don't you see what's happening?
You're better without it.
No, that's not the case--
If you were in my place,
You never would doubt it.
Sentimental fool
Who broke the golden rule,
You couldn't resist it.
Though it's all in vain,
I'd do it all again
Just to relive a minute.
A woman in love
Can make you feel good--
You know what you're living for.
She'll give you so much
And keep you in touch
With all that's worth living for.
Oh once she gets in
Through thick and through thin
She'll show you what living's for.
The rhythm of love
It must go on
Can't stop.
The beat of your heart
Is like a drum
Will it stop?"

Irya's Playground "With You"




Irya's Playground is a Swedish indie rock band with occasional electronica undertones that made its Top Five hit album debut in 2008. Based in Stockholm, Sweden, the band is comprised of Irya Gmeyner (vocals), Erik Nilsson (drums), Pange Öberg (bass), Ludvig Rylander (keyboards), Jon Bergström (guitar), and David Calgaro (guitar).


Cirkus Cirkör & Urga "TRIX"



Saw this show in Amsterdam and it was MAGICAL.

TRIX - a collaboration between Cirkus Cirkör and The Orion Theatre.

The show was a wonderful mixture of Swedish and International artists - acrobats, tight-wire walkers, aerial acrobats, mime artists, a wizard, a juggler, a contortionist and a the who makes the impossible - possible.

Also on stage was - the amazing URGA - a  Swedish band whose roots are in rock, ska, reggae, folk music, dub and punk!

Their music combined with theatre and circus produces a show filled with magic, action, humour and beauty.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Elvis Costello and The Imposters Live



The opening 3 tracks from the famous club date in front of a 200 hundred only capacity crowd in Memphis.

 Features 'Waiting for the end of the world', 'Radio Radio' and 'Mystery Dance'.


Monday, July 30, 2012

Humans and Dinosaurs Coexisted....Video Proof



Thirty percent of Texas voters believe that humans and dinosaurs walked the earth at the same time, and another 30 percent don't know, according to a University of Texas/Texas Tribune poll. And here is some video I stumbled upon the other day that proves they are correct. Astonishing!

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Jefferson Airplane "White Rabbit"



By posting this video, I am in NO way condoning or advocating the smoking of bananas.

U2 "Where the Streets Have No Name"



I wanna run
I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Ha...ha...ha...
I want to feel
Sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Ho...ha...

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see our love
See our love turn to rust
Oh, we're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Rage Against The Machine "Guerilla Radio"




"Turn That Shit Up!"     A great Sunday Morning Song.

Patti Smith "Gloria"




"Jesus died for somebodys sins, but not mine...."

Patti Smith...30 years in the blink of an eye. 2007 above, 1979 below.

Mantis Parable



A short film by Josh Staub that he created entirely by himself during his spare time (he works at Disney).

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Delta Rae "Chain on Love"




A man fell in love with a man
And it seemed it was something good they'd found
But the Mormons over in California they say that it's just sin raining down
'Cause love doesn't know that it's bound

A girl went and fell for a girl
And somewhere in the night where they lay curled up
There's a threat to our family set, they're termites boring holes in the wood
'Cause love doesn't know when it's no good.

And I said someone put a chain on love
'Cause right now there's just far too much of it
And Jesus taught it, but now we've caught it and we won't let it run wild again
'Cause Love doesn't know when it's a sin

A white found her soul in a black
But can't they see how that is an attack
'Cause pretty colors can't love each other, they're crossing all our favorite lines
'Cause love doesn't know that it's not blind

And I said someone put a chain on love
'Cause right now there's just far too much of it
And the former meek they won't turn their cheek they're aiming at the next to come along
'Cause Love doesn't know when it's wrong


And I said someone put a chain on love
'Cause right now there's just far too much of it
And Jesus taught it, but now we've caught it and we won't let it run wild again
'Cause Love doesn't know when it's a sin

Delta Rae "Bottom of the River"

Great harmony and powerful vocals

Mickey Avalon "My Dick"



Juvenile?  Immature? Silly? Retarded?   I don't care 'cause My dick, harder than a brick and your dick make people sick.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Friday, July 20, 2012

Placebo "Running Up That Hill"




[Kate Bush cover]

It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
You be running up that hill
You and me be running up that hill

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...

You don't wanna hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There's a thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh...

C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh...'

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems [x2]

The Who "Magic Bus"




Every day I get in the queue (Too much, the Magic Bus)
To get on the bus that takes me to you (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I'm so nervous, I just sit and smile (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Your house is only another mile (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Thank you, driver, for getting me here (Too much, the Magic Bus)
You'll be an inspector, have no fear (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I don't want to cause no fuss (Too much, the Magic Bus)
But can I buy your Magic Bus? (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Nooooooooo!

I don't care how much I pay (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I wanna drive my bus to my baby each day (Too much, the Magic Bus)
*[Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus
Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus
Give me a hundred (Magic Bus)
I won't take under (Magic Bus)
Goes like thunder (Magic Bus)
It's a four-stage wonder (Magic Bus)

Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus
I want it, I want it, I want it...(You can't have it!)
Think how much you'll save...(You can't have it!)]
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it ... (You can't have it!)

Thruppence and sixpence every day
Just to drive to my baby
Thruppence and sixpence each day
'Cause I drive my baby every way

Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus...
I want the Magic Bus, I want the Magic Bus, I want the Magic Bus...

I said, now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I said, now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I drive my baby every way (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Each time I go a different way (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I want it, i want it, I want it, I want it ...

Every day you'll see the dust (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive my baby in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Vic Chesnutt "Everything I Say"



An intense & powerful performance that will blow you away.

Happy Birthday Hunter S. Thompson


“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”

Monday, July 16, 2012

U2 "Elevation"




High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here
At the corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips
Eclipse
You elevate my soul

I've got no self control
Been living like a mole now
Going down, excavation
I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly

So high
Elevation

A star
Lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind

Explain all these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

I and I in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Love
Lift me up from out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

High and high in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Dreaming It {aly}


Dreaming It{aly} from Matthew Brown (Matty Brown) on Vimeo.

meravigliosa, sognante e delizioso

The Naked And Famous "Young Blood"



Singapore....My favorite city in Asia!   The band The Naked and Famous are from New Zealand.



The Tallest Man on Earth "The Gardener"



He may not be tall but he's got a BIG voice and writes wonderful songs.  Kristian Matsson  is a singer-songwriter from Dalarna, Sweden.  Recorded at the legendary Music Inn on West 4th Street in Greenwich Village.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Ruthie Foster



A mini-documentary featuring Ruthie Foster at the Blue Rock studios in Wimberly, Texas. Incredible voice. Saw and amazed by her today at Bend Summerfest.

Shootout scene from "The Long Riders"



The best shootout scene in any movie.  Walter Hill's "The Long Riders."

B.J. Thomas - Raindrops keep Falling on my Head



One of my fav songs when I was young from one of my fav movies ever.  Robert Redford & Paul Newman in "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid."  Gotta learn this one on the uke.

Nicholas Brothers & Cab Calloway in "Stormy Weather"



Some of the best dancing ever in the 1942 movie "Stormy Weather."   The stair routine hurts to watch.  HURTS.  And Cab Calloway can scat like a scared cat.


Mountain Biking in Bend, Oregon


AllRide Edit of Whoops Trail in Bend, Or from Kirt Voreis on Vimeo.

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