The Right Column

Sun Studios, Memphis, Tennesee
Sound City, Sunny, 
California.

April 13, 2015

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Music music music music music music!

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!

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!

"Ah, acid radio . . ."

whatz that you listen' too?
and you feel like you're blue?
Billy West, where are you?




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March 11, 2015


clean water, even for enemies.
if you have this attitude, you won't need this attitude.
delete your delusions.

Something New

I'm feeling playful. Something new., experimental

what will we see?

Celebrate 
 Christ!  

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    kindness
    is the
    real rule
    that everyone
    agrees with

lifestyle of loving unconditionally

  lifestyle
   of loving
unconditionally

April 23, 2015

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   Live your life
in constant resurrection!


    Fear the Lord ~ ⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰
 But He's always good to you ~ ; )
     so


 when you were blue
could I have helped you?
would you have gone over to see it too?
when you were blue? 
with you?

  when you were blue
I couldn't tell you
what to do
you wouldn't have done it
anyway, too
when you were blue?

 As always I'm writing
 the part where you know
  what you want
and get it
  right quick
 in a way
  that builds you
 towards understanding
 the love of all
    Love Of All !

  when you were blue
 I was buying pencils
of different colors 
   colored papers
and drawing for you
sending you cards in the mail
 that you'd throw in the pail
 or do with whatever you'd do

 I couldn't tell you
  you couldn't listen
 I wasn't hearing
 the sound of your glisten(ing)
   blue
 a pail kind of periwinkle who
       blue bonnet on it
  the sorrow upon it
 of never quite getting through
the heart ache of longing some
sky break, a brand new awning
  something new.

  Something new with you
 and me trying to
  not be blue
   blue with you
 the things, these things are blue, not you
 oh, no, not you?


So why not own the blue
   own the blue you who are too
  "you are, to."

 saying what other's are
   is real
      uncalled (for)
 what are you saying your saying?
 I'm not getting this description
 you're conveying
  about how people are.
 Don't you know that everybody
gets to wish upon a star?
  They are just as important as you are.
if they are walking
 or driving by car.

  And when she was blue
  she'd want them, too,
 to be happy and free,
   all good (God favored) wishes come true
 in a way
  that lets you grow
     closer to the Love of All!
  PTL


 

Praise the Lord!

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.

 what are you saying your saying?
 I'm not getting this description
 you're conveying
  about how people are.
 Don't you know that everybody
gets to wish upon a star?
  They are just as important as you are.
if they are walking
 or driving by car.

I got nothing more