Audioslave He stepped to the microphone and sang the song and I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t just sound good. It didn’t sound great. It sounded transcendent. And … when there is an irreplaceable chemistry from the first moment, you can’t deny it. — Tom Morello, about the first time Chris jammed with the band…
Author: Lisa or Li
dVerse — Haibun Monday — breathe
In the middle of the night, when my mind thinks it’s dawn, I count my breaths, tongue to the roof of my mouth. Once in the rhythm, I rub a spot just below my navel until it is warm. The cage opened, a tingling host of healers is released to roll their circuit, nibbling away…
#SLS — “Death of a Clown” by (Dave Davies of) The Kinks
Dave Davies of The Kinks “Death of a Clown” is a song by Dave Davies, member of British rock group the Kinks, released as his debut solo single in 1967. Side B was, “Love Me Till The Sun Shines.” The song was co-written with his brother, Ray Davies, who contributed the 5-bar “La la la”…
The Oracle Speaks — Grow Sanctuary
Grow Sanctuary Between forest and moon a secret is seed. Listen deep, feel Eden, follow fertile song. In love’s soul murmur you can grow sanctuary like Winter falls for Spring.
Doodads — Meijer Garden on 1/23/24
Meijer Gardens is open late on Tuesdays and so it has become a non-weekend time and place to meet up with younger son, his wife, and the grandbaby. In this Doodads, you will see the usual lovely plants that momentarily make winter seem far away, but you will see that “the gardens” are also a…
Friday Favorite Feature 23 — “Pull at the Chains” by Shaky Odds
Here’s another tune from SRR. I think Shaky Odds is based in The Netherlands. From the blurb at both Spotify and YouTube: Shaky Odds was founded by ‘Rusty’ Ron Hein, chance survivor of a foregone century, who pursued careers in accountancy, tax and tech before finally deciding that music might be even more fun. His…
essay: Symbiosis in 100 words
“Veins of Life,” by Miroslaw Chelchowski Symbiosis in 100 words Readers subconsciously demand soul ink. Symbiosis is in the writer’s sick need to bleed it, share it, and be rewarded for doing it. Writers who withhold it will never rise above pathetic dreamers with trust issues. Those who pour it out, beware your venue. I’ve…
