Ulanism

Nicest dance video I have seen in a while. Great to see Oakland doing its thing.

Tanya Davis
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If you are at first lonely, be patient.

If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.

We can start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library, where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books; you’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.

There is also the gym, if you’re shy, you can hang out with yourself and mirrors, you can put headphones in.

Then there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there’s prayer and mediation, no one will think less if your hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid being alone principles.

The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by “chow downers”, employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town, and they, like you, will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with “eat lunch and run”, take yourself out for dinner; a restaurant with linen and Silverware. You’re no less an intriguing a person when you are eating solo desert and cleaning the whip cream from the dish with your finger. In fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it’s dark and soothing, alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.

And then take yourself out dancing, to a club where no one knows you, stand on the outside of the floor until the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching because they’re probably not. And if they are, assume it is with best human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats, is after-all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating. And beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things. Down your back, like a book of blessings.

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Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you. Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, they are always statues to talk to, and benches made for sitting gives strangers a shared existence if only for a minute, and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversation you get in by sitting alone on benches, might of never happened had you not been there by yourself. SOURCE: LYBIO.net. Copyrights: Tanya Davis

Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after awhile nobody is dating them.

But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it.

You can stand swathed by groups and mobs or hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company.

But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts an essence of them maybe lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those “sappy slogans” from pre-school over to high school groaning, we’re tokens for holding the lonely at bay.

Cause if you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed, and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be relived, keeps things interesting, life’s magic brings much, and it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, and the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it.

Take silence and respect it.

If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it, if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it.

If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.

There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

All the things I invented in this life they are bad,
They are nice but they’re all too good for you.
You don’t deserve all the things I have said,
And I’m sorry, so Friday I’ll be dead.

Erik Sumo

 

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So this is the find of last year. When we showed up, we had no idea they would bring their full band. Walking in just as they came on stage, our small group of pioneers knew we were in for a treat.

Take a look =)

The Interview

The Raft – 17:20

Ray Ray – 7:13

Flashback – 9:21

Roady – 13:50

Midnight Marauders – 10:47

Shiverman – 11:26

I just found this Bad Boy Riddim album. I particularly enjoy the song by Naptali called Fire Burn.

The lyrics are quite nice but I could not find them online anywhere so I did my best to figure them out.

Practice… to become perfect.
No dwell in a war and live in slackness…

 

 Fire Burn - Naptali: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Fire burn, fire burn on Babylon
They use their might to cause confusion
They living in the past without future plans
They do no right, they’re always wrong

Them preach and teach the wrong not right
Everyday they get up in a war and strife
Them teach the ghetto youth them how to fuss and fight
They never teach the people how to all unite

I see them issue out their bombs and guns
This war and crime have the place locked down
Some people have them how, still they have to run
Running away try to set them out

I swear I care about the youth now a days
Babylon corrupt their mind and left them in a fear
They use the ghetto youth, then turn them into slaves
Burn them out, every month and days

They worrying for money and power
Them don’t care about the people and how they suffer
They sell the ghetto people like rice and sugar
A righteousness me use like them like fire

Me burn them out, cuz they don’t care for we
Them never think that mankind can get free
Look around, tell what do you see
I see only brutality about me

Practice, to become perfect
No dwell in a war and live in slackness
Righteousness, have to manifest
Me burn them out, me no like how them flex

Wow… I really like this. I very much appreciate this form of art. They are taking unrelated video clips and patching them together to tell a story. While it is technically straight forward, it requires quite a bit of skill. This is my favorite video of this style.

I especially enjoy the trombone…

 

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What a fabulous show! I absolutely LOVE these guys =)

 

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Fat Freddy came and rocked Amoeba something fierce! Here are 8 little clips I recorded on my iPhone.

 

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Guy Clark is pretty fantastic! I really enjoy his songwriting. I am particularly fond of The Guitar off his new album “Somedays The Song Writes You“.

Enjoy

 

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Well, I was passing by a pawn shop
In an older part of town
Something caught my eye
And I stopped and turned around

I stepped inside and there I spied
In the middle of it all
Was a beat up old guitar
Hanging on the wall.

What do you want for that piece of junk
I asked the old man
He just smiled and took it down
and he put it in my hand

He said you tell me what it’s worth
You’re the one who wants it
Turn it up, play a song
And let’s just see what haunts it

So I hit a couple of cords
In my old country way of strumming
And then my fingers turned to lightning
Man.. I never heard it coming

It was like I always knew it
I just don’t know where I learned it
It wasn’t nothin’ but the truth
So I just reared back and burned it

Well I lost all track of time
There was nothing I couldn’t pick
Up and down the neck
I never missed a lick

The guitar almost played itself
There was nothing I could do
It was getting hard to tell
Just who was playing who

When I finally put it down
I couldn’t catch my breath
My hands were shaking
And I was scared to death

The old man finally got up
Said where in the Hell you been
I’ve been waiting all these years
For you to stumble in

Then he took down an old dusty case
Said go on and pack it up
You don’t owe me nothing
And then he said good luck

There was something spooky in his voice
And something strange on his face
When he shut the lid
I saw my name was on the case

Guy Clark – The Guitar

CMT Review

Heard this last night from Spesh.

Why is it that folks make it so hard to BUY music online? I would have been happy to purchase this track. Instead, I had to search for it on “dubious” sites and eventually found it for free. Whatever. I like the track a lot. Let me know where to buy it.

 

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