boolar

tell you some unavoidable truth…

we’re all just gonna come out of ourselves, all over the world, a whole lotta psychic energy all at once…

that’s what all this is about…

world events are just the catalysts for this, the big event. there is really no reason to be afraid. my coming to terms process is that the shock of recognition causes a lot of fear, but once the dust settles it’s all just the way whoever created this wanted it tohappen, that’s all i can say.

now there’s a song that never saw the light of day for fairly obvious reasons. playing with cubase effects was all part of the process of learning to produce vocals, i guess. i put it here now, three + years later because i like the music, and thought of the lyrics today: of kinds of people there are two, ones like me and ones like you, those who don’t do what they should, those who wouldn’t if they could.

just visited by some watchtower-toting good samaritans hoping to talk about the tragic events this week, the loss of life, and how i was coping with it. their conversational techniques are scientifically designed so that somebody like me has to be outright rude to get them to go away. oh well.

naive romantic and melancolickly hopeful

majestic mysterious oh too serious

it isn’t mixed might not be loud maybe sucks but click to listen, right or apple click to open in a new tab

i will sing one hundred songs for all the people now long gone who never heard a ringing gong or felt the wind that socks full on a one two punch upside my head i can’t escape even in bed but i try i try i try i try i try

i will anger if i must or excite hate provoke disgust i cant stay mute i feel i’ll bust a riding on that omnibus a filled with all the crust and hust i’ll hold it close caress don’t crush what are you worth if i can’t trust you’ll do you’ll do what you feel is true

take it for what it is worth. stream of conch bull from a hen. i have so much to say but when i try any other way it ends up sounding like i hate myself or others. not true. humans: i love you. i love this world. it tastes smells feels looks sounds and is so good. it offers me one hundred million opportunities each day to please myself and others. let’s do this. scratch my back and you’ll find your own itch soothed.

im like aloe vera on a sun burned head.

i feel like i’m disappointing several people right now in similar ways. i am not responsible for this disappointment. i will not own it. i must well do what pleases me, and i’ll ask you in all kindness not to hold it against me and to do the same for yourselves, please. i don’t plan my life, i improvise. thanks for understanding.

that said, i can’t wait to get a birthday burrito from taqueria el portal in north highlands, california next wednesday. still my favorite burrito ever.

woke up noonish after a late night mixing up perfect (i don’t even have to say so myself– ’twas said by others plenty) fresh-squeezed vodka ginger lemonades for bamboo john et al. it took a long time to get that way, but it was a great night.

i made it to the farmer’s market dressed in last night’s clothes, not yet caffeinated, without my faithful sidekick, the deutchess, and wet with rain. i was quick; one twirl around and i had a sack containing mustard greens, beautiful baby chard, a HUGE bunch of baby boc choi (green curry, anyone? anyone? you know i have my very own fresh paste ready to go), five dollars worth of maitake mushrooms, fresh egg linguine pasta, a little loaf of my favorite artisan bread in portland (fressen’s sour-leavened seeded roll, baked by my former co-worker, edgar), and a four dollar brick of rogue creamery’s fantastic butter.

wasn’t quite satisfied, so i raced die bestie over to people’s food co-op (i dig the drive from psu to the ross island bridge… that big old blinking “SLOW 15mph” sign, from an era past? those little wooded twists and turns? in a car that handles as well as my german beast?), where i found a big old bag of not-even-really-wilted-yet-half-price baby arugula, among other things.

zoomed up 21st (another of my favorite portland drives, under the tree canopy on 21st between broadway & my home), put on two pots of boiling water, one for eggs, one for pasta, melted butter in my little iron-clad to saute them mushrooms with huge chunks of garlic, shredded some greenbank raw cheddar, and presto change-o had a meal on the table within twenty minutes.

fresh egg linguine with maitake mushrooms, butter, cheese, lemon, arugula, garlic, boiled eggs, and cheesy seedy toast. managed to catch a photo with my phone before i’d mashed it all into my tomago.

my gastronomical pleasure was enhanced by the new instrumental, “swimming pool”, which we listened (and are still listening) to on repeat, and the conversation it inspired. you know, about eq, mixing, propulsive drums by tasteful drummers, reverb and other such banalities that most couples talk about over saturday brunch.
p.s. did you know that the frugal gourmet was one of my favorite shows on television when i was a wee bairn? just picked up The Frugal Gourmet Cooks with Wine at Better Bargains (102nd and Sandy)… interesting reading!

the first batch of sauerkimkrautchee was unearthed this past saturday, much to the delight of our senses of smell and taste. feel was happy, too, as the crunch was just right!

you might have known that the first portland farmer’s market of the season (park blocks psu, my friends) was the second saturday gone. the deutchess and i were in attendance and acquired some of the necessaries for a kraut making lesson.

as we prepared our fermented buckwheat crepes filled with orange-yolked champoeg eggs (people’s food co-op), chevre, maitake mushrooms, shallots, and a medley of fresh and dried herbs (it was my birthday breakfast!), there was much chopping of vegetables and toasting of seeds and salting of cabbage and exerting of brute force upon all of these elements to stimulate the biological process of fermentation. we provided favorable conditions (a salty anerobic environment in a crock on our kitchen counters under the cover of a plate and the weight of a gallon jug of water) for those bacteria naturally present on our mustard seed farm heads of cabbage to thrive and turn our veggies into delicious digestive aids.

by god, did we ever. the deutchess cherried her brassicas out with burdock (look it up if you don’t already know the many benefits to eating this root which goes in japanese by gobo) garlic, onion and caraway seeds. my red and green cabbage blend produced a ruby grapefruit colored brine filled with carrots, burdock, onions, garlic, kale, and yellow curry spices (fresh roasted and ground by myself), which all melded fabulously. you’ll have to take my word for it, as it’s well on its way to disappearing forever.

thankfully, i’ve immortalized it here in writing.

the favored way to enjoy kraut this week was to heat a wok, add some oil and a cooked blend of sprouted millet, buckwheat, and quinoa, stir-fry it fried-rice style, with eggs, garlic, peas, shallots and the two-year unpastuerized soy sauce i splurged on as a birthday present to myself. turn off the heat, add as much kraut (with brine) as you please, and devour. our parrot friend, who currently goes by Burdock, is as thankful for this repast as we are.

p.s. that’s my first green curry paste of the spring right there next to the kraut. the taste of our salmon curry the other night reminded me of the maddocks short stay with us last summer. i miss them, i do.

listen to me:

woke this morning early, too early, so i read a few chapters of New Grub Street. chapters i read were oddly similar to… okay, so everybody reads some book and totally, like, identifies with the lead character, you know? i know.

but seriously now, here’s a married couple. he’s shows some real talent for writing, but doesn’t make any money at it because he just can’t/won’t create “marketable” fluff for the masses, no matter how much money it could bring home. i can’t wait to finish the book to find him wasting away from starvation in obscurity. she’ll have long since left him and taken the kids, too.

i hope i’m wrong about the book, because i don’t buy it. i’ve got faith that if you do things right, do things well, do what you know, do what you love, don’t hurt nobody, and don’t go smoking no crack, good things will come.

take the example of hans-joachim roedelius of kluster, cluster, harmonia, and solo fame (he also collaborated with/influenced brian eno a great deal). stephen illife has written an engrossing biography full of glossy photographs and a complete discography (with album cover art!) of the man’s work called Painting with Sound. read it, please. not only did achim (yes, i feel close enough to call him by his familiar nickname) make some of the most amazing recorded music of the last century, but he’s lived a life worthy of being made an example to follow for anybody artistically inclined. read. learn. think hard, always.

at this moment, bradley is playing with a sample of piano sustain (hold the attack, please) on the yamaha vss-30. have you seen this machine? this little keyboard (circa 1987ish maybe, same general time as the echo plus and quadraverb gt we so love… can you believe that the first consumer-grade digital effects can now be considered “vintage”?) has an 8-bit sampler (crunch!) with, at most, 4 seconds of sample time. (more…)