Sometimes, it’s just time for a quiet reflective moment musically.
Today, to me was one of those times. Fortunately I had this little piece on
retainer, ready to go. It has it’s dark moments. It’s much like life in that
way ,but comes back around to soft and soothing, which we all need
occasionally. Regular life goes on around and behind this number. Construction,
lunch plans, general friendliness. I like to believe the world is more that than
all that other acrimony, folks have been focused on.
So back in the basic pleasures of life, your next meal, the
sunshine, someone you love. Listen to a song and let it soothe you. A shower is
always nice to. A fresh start is there for you, like this song, it’s right
there waiting for you to name its time and go it’s way. Peace is always waiting
Note: To anyone who think this universal love stuff is all
hippie nonsense, I’m sorry for you. The truth is what you make it.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay – Covers – 323 “Hello I Love
You” by The Doors
From Los Angeles, California, The Doors! Gotta say old Jim
made The Golden State look pretty wild and cool to an east coast youth like me
in college. Incendiary, revolutionary, no f’s given, Jim Morrison was all that.
It’s dangerous element was strangely refreshing, like if he has nothing to
lose, what about me?
My dear friend Shannon, passed away a week or so ago. I
continue to reflect on her one-of-a-kind energy. She lit life up like a
firework. I can see why she loved The Lizard King. Hanging in her UMASS dorm
room, may have been as close as I got to living in the 1960’s, That an a couple
odd music festivals here and there way back when. She was a bad ass on a whole
variety of levels. You couldn’t miss her. She was shiny and electric. I don’t think
I’d describe anyone else I’ve ever known in hat manner. I could go on for days
reveling in her buzzing energy and endlessly interesting perspective. Hail
Shannon. This Jim jam’s is for you. Onward and upward, my sweet friend.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Words – 323 “How Everybody
Feels Right Now”
Day 323. 11-11. Veteran’s Day. Yes, it all means something
precious. If a picture’s worth a thousand words, what is a moving picture
worth? Are there advanced metrics for this? There must be. Some sophomore at
Harvard knows the answer. He’ll be running the Chargers in a few years, but
that won’t help them win more football games.
Fatigue cuts the frivolity in the masses, right now, like a drug dealer cuts heroin. There are mountains
of both. Hot, heaving, steaming, stinking both. It’s all right. We are resilient
animals. Hope is enigmatic warrior. You never know what it’s planning, even
when it’s pressed against your chest.
So this is what I have to say and as I “said” I had this
sensation that it was strangely poignant at this moment in time. And that is
was universal. We are all human. It’s time to gather common ground, unite in
love, ideally. There’s plenty of time to battle your brother some other angry
afternoon.
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