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3 de Julio, 2007
Through Our Fingers Slip Away
Categorized under Música | Tags: fotoshop, hope
HERE, NOW. Life and her rhythm. Always, her rhythm. On. Off. Up. Down. Hold tight. Let go. Take it deadly seriously. Let it all float and fall where it will. Expect too much, Expect too little. Judge. Join. Be still. Dance. Love. Fight. Play.
I've increased my Stevie Wonder (vinyl) collection. Stevie Wonder is one of mis favoritos. Soul, Funk, Reggae tint (sometimes oddly a Country tint and him and dylan (Nashville Skyline, etc) are two I will give room to here on this!), rhythm, melody, truth, love, openness, and BRASS!
The other day, after the garage sale, I found my way back to Masterblaster (Jammin') and I can't stop playing the track. There are so many other great ones on Musiquarium, but this track is like Babylon System (Marley) for me. A few bars in and it just makes me weep with happiness. Just the feel. Just that descending riff...and the stops. The organ touch. Blows me all up inside with happiness. It reminds me, for once, of the (professed) goaljourney of Life. Not the pain that is always needed to remember I am off. And that it's time to turn back On.
Feel free to substitute "God" or "Love" "Freedom" or "Openness" or "Community" or "Truth" for "Jah." I grew up hearing the word all the time, so it doesn't bother me, though I often otherwise resist "religious" terminology. Pero words are but shapes. Symbols of a meaning, of the essence. And the essence of what Stevie reminds us of in this song is simply joy. Peace and love and joy. The things that the war machine fears more than anything else.
So I pick up a handle. I shake with a heavy bass beat. I slide my fingers deep through the rings of percussion's firing pin of ecstasy. Today I fight this eternal war in which we are but agents and icons of greater powers and deeper undying forces with my freedom, with my rhythm, with my movement, with my happiness. With my refusal to make my mind and belly and body into a bomb, into a gun, into a hating machine. I join the resistance of which many wise humans have preached. The same one that is spoken to me by the sun on my skin, the wind over my hands, the breath in my lungs. That of the heart. Today I remember. For now, I am here.
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Comentarios (6)
RickB dijo:
DJ Nita, spin those grooves!
Palabras por RickB spat forth on el 3 de Julio, 2007 at 10:19 AM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
check the hand positioning! instinct.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 3 de Julio, 2007 at 10:45 AM
NLinStPaul dijo:
Stunningly beautiful words that I needed to hear today. Thanks Nez!! So glad you're back.
Palabras por NLinStPaul spat forth on el 3 de Julio, 2007 at 05:48 PM
peasant dijo:
Vonnegut ("The only proof he needed of the existence of god was music.")would be smiing at your posts the last few days, and so am I. The music of a positive spirit, seen in words and felt in the heart, are a gentle salve in these times. Play on.
Palabras por peasant spat forth on el 3 de Julio, 2007 at 08:24 PM
Laura dijo:
Beautiful picture of your daughter! Adorable... The grafiks here are even more impressive than normal lately!!!
Palabras por Laura spat forth on el 3 de Julio, 2007 at 10:03 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
thanks for chillin, mis amig@s. and all the good energy.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 3 de Julio, 2007 at 10:08 PM