People who love me show things not for public viewing. What has been sweeping across, past and over our sense of discrimination?
Some desire to stamp our own "Kilroy was here"? Right there with outsized monolithic tombstones ~ "we were here" and here lies the YouTube ~ celebrity. It’s the new "I’m here’, I’m here, do you see me? please see me!" vicarious celebrity ~ so you’ve put a poorly recorded something or other on YouTube because you can. What a sad commentary. At gatherings someone will hold up their very Smartphone and say look at this, it’s viral! And the person who made it is now a celebrity, most likely famous for being famous. Exhibitionism has crossed over the line to celebrity ~ I’m not just kvetching I’m imploring you to wake up!
Awaken, arise, oh and do not put my concerts on you tube ~ just in case you don’t know…. I do not want this.
Most are not qualified and here’s the crux of the matter: you were there ~ be there, enjoy, cry, laugh, listen, look ~ look at others listening, laughing, crying, applauding ~ I’m singing for YOU, that moment, it’s not intended for the ones who did not come ~ it’s for you in the moment ~ so you want a souvenir? Buy my CD "Ever Since You Never Heard of Me", that is what I like you to play over and over. Not some hideously recorded, filtered by distance, time, distorted by not being in the moment ~ for that person removed and standing at some gathering with a phone in their face, watching a shallow misrepresentational image because the technology is there and the hopes of viruses dancing in the heads of the YouTuber. It’s just time to awaken and that’s all.
"Nuff said" said Melanie. I would like my due, in the words of M who worries that I’ve been elbowed out, this YouTube garbage doesn’t help and for those who look at hits and numbers, what does that have to do with me, art, the essence ~ make it real you’re alive, wasn’t it a great night, it doesn’t come through on YouTube my dear ones!
A great night, you’d have to be there.
Love,
Melanie |
How can we have world peace, my dear ones, when we each have such imagination, glorious imagination, creating offenses that others may have unwittingly stepped into?
The stage gets set ~ you're walking along and your next natural step has landed you in a pitfall. You try to explain, you say, “Oh, I was just walking along and my foot went into a pitfall.” You should have thought, said, realized, known, but of course, you didn't, so an upset is there, with all its negative energy.
Now instead both of you being on the same side, there are two opposing sides ~
Sometimes it's in your head
that words don't come out right
a hundred ways to write it down
to avoid a fight we articulate,
it escalates
somebody's right
somebody's wrong
~ it is as it's supposed to be
so why not sing along
So I wrote it down
and I tore it up
and I let it slide
Lord I let it slide
in the head
in the heart
as we seek truth,
righteous
answers
that give way to paths
ascending
without the strain of walking
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I´ve sold over 80 million records and I manage myself. It´s sort of like being a self medicator. I believe you should not fool around with pharmaceuticals nor self managing.
There is a strange grouping of performances ahead of me ~ and I did it myself!
Well with a bit of “oh come on, you can do it” for which I am a sucker. I'm a trooper, right? A good soldier, overachiever ~ yeah. So I take a deep breath and say: well, alright, I can do it ~ can't I? The motivation, well maybe it's you, my dear ones. Or maybe something I don't pinpoint at this time. It could be, that I drink coffee …
You see perhaps some unnameable parasite, unbeknownst to myself, though I've been raving and enabling it since birth. What if I'm listening to its now nurtured voice?!
Ahhh scream No, No … It's you, my dear ones, not some inner parasitic voice ~ of course I can do it ~ off to the West, Oregon, California ~ Goldrush, tribal drums to which I sing 'Eyes of Man' ~ Christina Duane, the creator of Romancing the West, said “If you' re gonna be a bear, be a grizzly” ~ cowboy wisdom. I inflict all this and cowboy wisdom on Beau Jarred ~ unquestioningly, unwittingly yet knowingly, he comes along.
Friend, partner, son, Beau. I say I have to go alone and he says “yes I know you do, and I am going with you” and he does even though I am a self manager ~ couldn't someone put me on Ellen DeGeneres or Jay Leno or Lifetime TV for God's sake?
Then I could just make choices guided by pure inner voice. I wouldn't have to create my own choices ~ it would be all that must be here. I'm telling you more than you should know ~ well it's the era of reality shows, welcome to the Melanie reality show ~ I've been blessed with angels, at least I am not alone, my dear ones, not alone.
Love,
Melanie |
Beau produced a track on Jeordie’s new recording, PixieBeast.
It’s called “Arizona”.
Arizona evoking images of badlands, cactus, yippee-aye-oh-ki-yay, cowboys ~ turquoise and precious waters and Frank Lloyd Wright aliens, where Beau and I went when we lost Peter.
And Jodi Floyd offered sanctuary in her casita ~
the sun shone every day,
sanctuary.
Jeordie had moved there some years previous and Peter, Beau and I had never seen where she lived; and then only Beau and I made that pilgrimage.
Arizona was the year I saw a world come to an end,
Arizona was the name of the new one.
Arizona, dreamtime in the sun, a small village of Mexican workers came once a month ~ the garden, the pool, the desert trees, the house, casitas made clean, trimmed, and blessed with laughter, singing, and sideways glancing at the quiet lady surrounded by bluish wisp and mist. The village people they smile at the guitar, Guitar. Ahh. You? So nice! I don’t speak Spanish, other brave people came into my haze, cooled themselves left thirsty ~’you were my Arizona’ ~
when I heard the song Jeordie wrote I knew,
even though she may not, it was for us ~
Peter’s final resting place is Arizona.
We’ve been everywhere since then leaving small pools of tears, there’s a river of them in Arizona ~ around the corkscrew turns down and down unto the sea we leave for a little while ~ Jeordie stayed. We had seen where she lives, the pixie beast so much like her father ~ she stays in Arizona.
If you get a chance you gotta hear her new recording and this song, it makes me cry, for all that has come and gone, beautiful sadness, my dear ones, beautiful sadness.
Love,
Melanie
P.S. To order a pre-release signed copy of Jeordie’s PixieBeast recording via PayPal, click here: http://bit.ly/ZcbTlr |
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| Photo by Beau Jarred Schekeryk |
A beautiful poem sent my way ~ As I Listen by Ian Walker. You may have seen this posted elsewhere, but I just wanted to share it here with you, my dear ones.
Love,
Melanie
As I listen
I fall
through the mirror
of her loving
where heartborn words
pierce deep
to weave
their voice's
roughspun silken way
between the lines
and threads
of who I am
and soothe
the aching feet
of my mind.
With a kiss from the ♥ from
Ian
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