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Inspired by the Fugates of Troublesome Creek, Smurfs, and colloidal silver overuse, I am on a lifelong mission to turn a sizeable swatch of my skin blue. Blue is the color of the sky, water, the throat chakra, and is also known as the color of desperation.
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Lest my tumbulosity (or wh’t’v’r it’s called) decline too greatly, I send my message of cheer for the upcoming wonderful month of D’c’mb’r! Happy jus’ about winter!
When I was in Essaouira, Morocco in 2001, I encountered a young man possessed by the Gnawa music we were hearing. Despite any reason (rational or otherwise) ascribed to his state, it was quite real. I had thus experienced possession as an observer, a close observer. This Wednesday afternoon I had a sizeable amount of blood drawn for tests to figure out some health issues. I was concerned my scheduled concert for the same evening with visiting double bassist Joel Grip wouldn’t be possible, as the energy required to perform is, I reckoned, related to having all my humors and vigors at full tank. So I came home a bit sapped and shaky and wrapped myself in a blanket for respite. Joel arrived sometime after during a moment of wakedness, and Delene and I greeted him and showed him in. I sorta kinda feel back asleep still woozy and wavy. Until I heard his bass downstairs being plucked. I popped out of my cotton burrito in a way that surprised me. It was the irrepressible manner in which my Moroccan cohort gravitated to, listed to, was full-body drawn to the music. My pre-bloodlet strength returned. I continued to laze around with no more concern. The music would sustain me, and I’d make strong music this night.
