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April 13, 2015

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Music music music music music music!

Today I've got some hot concert news! Neil Young, the man himself, will be performing at Essex Champlain Valley Fair Grounds in wonderful Essex Junction Vermont (the land of our fathers). In any case this is very exciting because Neil never has, before, so it is said, performed in vermont. I know he's performed at Tanglewood because that is the only time that I saw him live. He was Shocking. And pink. No, that was the band that he performed with him. It was "Neil Young and the Shocking Pinks."

The album that conincided with that tour was a vinyl thing, and it did have some very funny associated videos. Speaking of associated videos (and changing the topic from Neil to Brian (and his band).

Brian has some new links to some awesome new videos of his band. In particular there is a produced music video for the tune "The Island." This video presents a cute story for the lyrics of the song. As well it gives a lot of very awesome tribute graphics to The Beach Boys, and to old albums associated with Brian. It's a well produced piece and, as well, has parts that give tribute to other businesses associated with the greater Hawthorne area. There is surfing. There is a mermaid doll (that looks very much like that kind of doll associated with the company that is large in Hawthorne that makes toys). Very cool.

In the genre of music that you play when your partying at a bar on vacation, The Island gives us lyrics that explain what goes on during this island vacation. Well, "There's really nothing to do." and "There's really no where to go." Maybe the space aliens (you have to see the video, when you just hear the song you don't imagine a young couple crashing from a space ship) should have booked at room at Kokomo. This island is not Key West. But they do have mail. And they must have beautifully colored designer guauges because the graphics in the video are luscious. Cudos to Brian for hiring some talented people and paying tribute to the fallen by the wayside art of the postcard!

I don't know how hard it will be to get the Neil Young tickets. It's going to be a very desirible show to listen to. That place is huge, so, they can fit a lot of people there. It's an old fashioned fair grounds. It's mid July, so circle the date (I'm asuming you can websearch for details.)

My friend has a Crosby Stills Nash and Young record that he played yesterday while I visited him. He's got a wicked cool old quad amp, and it's got some amazing bass that comes out of it. It's so sweet when you get that heavy weight vinyl spinning with some famous sounds. In particular it's the sounds of Neil doing solo during a live CSNY show, before he did his own career. He's just up there and singing and playing like he does, and you get sound from a record that is much closer to being there (which of course it could never reproduce) than anything you get off a CD. So I recommend vinyl records if you can get them. Especially classic cuts like anything Neil Young (anything).

I loved neil and it was an obcession of mine for a while. But I was a dead head too. And so to me Neil was who I liked before. And, ya, he was awesome to hear. But he didn't want adulation. he wanted people to be themselves and didn't need any groupies or people squirming to be near him, or hear him sing his poetry. He was being himself and trying to not be overwhelmed and over taken by the needle of fame and the damage done by an overbearing fanbase. And plus he was singing about the real pain of the hippy diaspar which he saw first hand out there in LA, so many doing that thing does the damage. It's wasn't so publicly known by fans what was going on in New York and in the big cities where needles were doing damage.

Plus it's just such a sweet and tender song, so masterfully played and with an ease that means that Mr. Young is just thinking the song through his fingers and the guitar out into the air. "Milk blood to keep from running out."

It takes me back to Camp Bardo, Holiston swamp (from my dreams).

So it's going to be a summer of cool rockers being cool and carrying on as the maestros that we always knew that they were. Adulation is almost the same as throwing shit at someone in the sense that they already get that they are doing the real deal. They know tht they can play virtually without thought and pluck right at the strings of the heart. The common humanity of us all must be more apparent in one so atuned to what makes people feel from the sound. If there were a rythum of the happy soul, or the soul in turmoil, or the soul in mourning maybe a virtuoso can hear it within the mystic space? Or maybe if they read this kind of crap they'd be like 'oh, barf', go back to the Rumi thought of that insults and compliments are the same thing.

And so with Neil, I say, big deal. And what I really mean is 'wow, I hope I can hear him perform.' I don't need to 'see' him, except to watch how he moves around on the neck of the guitar. but I can see that on a video if I wanted to. He plays the kind of music that you can just listen to, you don't need a video. He's a very inspired performer and one worthy of emulating. But he's just another guy. Another great guy like anyone could be and I say this because I feel that he is a great egalitarian if exceptionalism is something that people say when they are just talking about stuff and really have nothing concrete to mention.

I've rambled. I've projected my own crap out onto other people. Great men are great because they reject the idea that they are, and, when guys like me act like sychopants, they . . . well, the do what they do and . . . carry on, not believing any of it if it's about themselve. They know, great men (and great women, and great those who don't make it clear) don't hound for adulation. They do what they do, making what they make. And we get the benifit. They fund worthy causes. They hire talented artists and muscians. They call attention to issues that some media outlets consider taboo! For example Mr. Young is active in trying to educate people about how the modification of genetic material might be a cause of ill health. His next album is entitled "The Monsanto Years" (from a story at Burlington Free Press).

I've read a lot about Monsanto over the years. Quite frankly, they scare me. And I don't want to get it wrong, so I'm not going to make any acusations. So it's good that an artist who can stand up to them (has financial backing) takes the time to discover facts, and isn't afraid to share them. I suggest that if you don't know about what the current issues are concerning Monsanto, and companies like them, that you do some reading. If you go to Mr. Youngs website I believe he'll have some links which will give you a start.

OK, what is on the front page at Mr. Young's site right now is a picture of the Earth from space and a discussion about Starbucks and Monsanto doing lobbying in Vermont to overturn a food labeling regulation that was passed by the Vermont legislature and signed into law (is the law) in Vermont. (which is horible, so don't go there, just kidding bro).

The date of the message is from November, so this is all old news by now. But new news that Mr. Young will be at the Champlain Valley Fair Grounds in wonderful Essex Junction, Vermont.

As for Monsanto and Starbucks: I wouldn't patronize either if I could. But when a company buys up heirloom seed strains and then prevents others from growing them, or claims that corn grown is 'their corn' because the unfortunate way that corn polinates . . . they acted like bullies from what I have heard. Unless the news reports were false? No evidence of that.

If you can get vastly improved health by not eating the food contaminated by the Monsanto genetic poisoning techniques, what is it that they do they graft a poison into the genecode? They create something that makes inscets die when they eat it? But it alledgedly doesn't harm us because it has to have the other product too? That is what they alledge? But then that genetic material becomes part of us, it's enzimes and we will absorb that. So then, do we then have allergies to things that we wouldn't have otherwise? Idon't know the answers to these questions. But I do know that if I (me) avoid certains classes of food (such as new candy made with a particular chemical derived from corn syryp, that I feel a whole lot better.

So my conclusions? Well the laws are written so that because I am not a doctor or a nutritionist all I can say is anecdotal. I can't say that this will work for you: but if you cut out all things with the two following products: Bovine Growth Hormone and High Fructouse Corn Syrip, you might experiment and find out what that does for you. Others say cut out all corn and soy too unless it's gauranteed not GM corn. Lookit, if it kill butterflies, why wouldn't it kill you too?

There are some who go very far in theories about the nature of those who put out products that many find unhealthful. They claim that there is some kind of active effort at some kind of weird science theory of depopulating through a genetic plauge. I think that 's a little bit negative. If people are that dark than we really should fear their motives. But slander is not a good thing. And there is much that can be done to help with improving the food supply. But we would need scientists with ethics of science and not of finance. The ethics of finance doesn't really exist anymore so that kind of people shouldn't be allowed to decide what is and isn't healthy. And in any case, if it's so healthy, then tell us that is what it is? Or what are they afraid of? What they are afraid of is people like me who say I don't want to eat it if I know that they were screwing with the genetics of it. I don't want it unless I have to eat it because there are no other choices. They want to bury the information so that we can't make the choice.

We're so scared of these giant money-whore corporations that we don't even say 'ya, ban their bad products outright'. We just want to know what it is when we buy it or order it. But even that isn't good enough. So that, to me speaks volumes. And well Monsanto probably is over villianized, they do seem suspect just by how they want to hide what they do. If your stuff is so good for us you'd proudly display that. 'A double plus geneticly improved, proven butterfly safe. Will not make you allergic to common foods. Will not give you joint and hip pain which goes away when you stop exposing yourself to it.' They don't have a label anything like that. What are they trying to hide?

Maybe I got some of this wrong. So if you want the real story, just go and learn about it on your own.

Here is Brian:

Mr. Brian Wilson, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

Here is Al:

Mr. Al Jardine, Oct 2014, Modesto, CA

These guys gave a great show!

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Poems about Sean

Maybe there
  they don't need words anymore
so poems about Sean,
who deserves many many volumes of them,
wouldn't mean anything.
It's just Sean
being funny
It's just Sean, with his smile.
It's just Sean, being fearful
that things are awkward
because he never wanted to say good bye to you.
He never wanted to say goodbye to you
there on the porch
in the twilight
with beers and waiting bride.

Some dogs bark somewhere in that bardo
it's Sean making a joke about how funny separation is because he's still there
pulling for you from Heaven
never stopped
doesn't even know he's gone
gone on
gone on and on
about someone who is lost and gone and fallen down to sleep
beside the gentle river flow
like a baby in a basket
let loose into the flood of bardo.

At a bar door
if you stand there a little more
the world comes by 
for a drink
singing.

Singing
Sean Sean Sean
We all know that you are there
getting on
ON on and on
that magic bus at the bar door.

Oh at the bar door
on Mass ave
you could be walking the sidewalk
or taking a cab
you can take the Mass Ave Bridge
by MIT
and it will be midnight
sometimes you might see . . . 

The night of the cold 
it's was lonely in the news
the son of all that is wonderful
fell down sleeping,
oh . . . how . . . can it be that the son, that most wonderful
man is
really gone?

mourning for someone
who you never knew
his face smiles down on you.
An angel?
A Saint?

Smart, 
 funny,
   faithful,
     wonderful, 
 unsure, 
   expressive, 
     empathic, 
       beautiful.


oh, ya, the fantasy of dream
to hope that he will be there when the scene
is wonderful
in Heaven.
how could it be Heaven if he weren't there
because he is Heaven?

Sean is Heaven
and Wonderful.
He is always worth remembering.
Faithful and loving.
An obvious angel.

He never wanted to say goodbye to you who he loved.
He never let go
when you needed him to keep holding on
even if it seemed like something else.
He's still holding on, still
standing strong
doesn't know that the song
can ever end
or the that the humor
has a final punch line.

Final act
Memories fade
like flowers, past bloom.
Grave yards give no secrets.
Stones crumble, and robbers rob.
plaque melted, statue smashed.

Sean,
you are forever
the most joyous
of humorous giggling love
forever,
no loss, no broken shards,
just whole love,
baked and ready
for the final feast.

Two year memorial for Sean, that being Sean Collier.

   Runners in the Rain.

              

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