Sunday, November 28, 2010

Cumberland, Maryland...like so many other local political blunders ! ~ MOBIUSTRIPZ ~

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To our newly to be sworn in "Public Servants"...it is time to destroy the East Side School, abandoned and run down and not a thing done with it in my ten years of living here!

The city stold our park on Jmaes Day Drive, and have had a subsequents debacle od a mess with the town homes that may be finished by the year 2020!

Yet this disgusting builing lays delapidated near the main entrance off the interstate to out comunitty.

The loss of our Park on Jjames Day it very self could be deemed as a criminal act once further investigated, as often is the case when a city sells off the public's land and truly acts as our voice when not fairly giving the respective citicenzs a "true" voice, when it matters not to them anyway in the first place.

What do our words mean when "your" minds are already made up?

I am pleased that we will have new local officials in place soon, but it doen nothing for me to think that this will bring about change in a climate that is nearly as stagnant as a polluted river.

What is amiss here in our town is a lack of a common vision through cohesion.

Our beutiful new state of the art Hospital is wondereful inside with state of the art technology, and at the same time appears as a battleship of death from the outside, designed so poorly on the outside artistically that it is a disgrace, in looks alone. However, I am thankful for it.

But then again, there is the WMHS corporate squeeze of medical greed and their well known "no compete" attitude that undermines what would otherwise be an area that would truly attract the finest medical minds, at which currently we are at a stiffling shortage be it doctors, nurses, or orderlies.

I live on Waverly Terrace and I struggle partially and mostly because of the haves doing as they care while the have nots get further left behind, rarely even having an oppurtunitty to work at any new facilities.

Bayliner...gone...Beiderlack...gone, OSH KOSH B'Gosh...gone, PPG, and Cooper Tires...long gone.

We do not promote an area that is hospitable to new " Green Industry" as we are now in this "Green Era".

We consistently have alienated all the good things that come our way to Cumberland, and the surrounding county.

DelFest...well, I do not blame them if they never return, but we the people want you!

Scythian, may be lost too forever!

You politicians owe us dearly here.

You want paeking downtown when there is more then enough...GET REAL...and quit spending our money on feasibilty studies that are a fruitless waste of time while lining the outsiders pockets!

You deserve to give is a park at East Side...and certainly not a subsidized housing dump, because that is what they historically always end up being. Throwing more good money after bad!

What in the hell has happened to common sense and decency?

I implore you to ask yourself this!

Sure i could leave, but I have a vision of this beautiful sacred historically rich ciy that should easily be a hub for Green Industry and a have for the artists of the entire Northern Region.

Embrace big money and reap greed. Embrace wholesome comunitty projects that offer something for all of us, and I mean each and everyone of us, and build our comunitty better then ever.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results...will go on with yourselves, as you disgrace most of us in this town as we suffer to even find any decent work!

Look in the Times-News employment guide...what a joke !...flaberghasting!

If the laws are "to slow" to start the abatement process and see it quickly through to fruition...welll change the laws because that is the innate beauty of the architecture of the American legal system at heart.

Lerned as well as un or less learned men have valuable opinions.

That a man was threteningly escorted out of our Tax Office on Kelly Road who is of no threat sickens me!

I own a piece of that building as we each do, and he has a right to be there when acting appropriately as it was so well reported in our local paper.

Someone who gives a damn has more right there then someone else that is just picking up a paycheck doing the same old thing in an archaic system that has failed.

Rome is burning! Wake up. Cease the day !

We must join peacefully and change in a positive direction swiftly together, or parish as one society, which starts at home and will spread like a pan demic throughout the entire country.

Can you see it is happening that way now?...look arournd...turn on the news!

I write to the paper, I submit articles. I ask them to print them for nothing as I suffer here at home virtually always broke, yet happy and with vigor galore.

I get the occasional editorial...if it fits thheir views. Thanks, it helps me proove that point when you read my articles.

One they did not print was featured instead by The U. S. Department of Energy!

Not good enough for home, but it displayed a philosophy we must embrace here that they see at The U.S.D. of E.

People get called all kinds of names when they collectively act the way they do with a lack of vision and a closed mind, and it is quite honestly pathetic.

I see great local progress with the event of the recent elections as well as this rebuilding of our cities infrastructures, all the way to the beautful arts we offer locally, which by themselves are a dying way of life, and always a life of struggle, but as an artist, I accept that road because I knew it when I chose it because I stand for something and will always speak my mind as well as offer to those less fortunate what I can, which I personally wish was much more.


So demolish that old East Side Elementary School or make it a recreation center so you can stop throwing most of our youth in our local jails and eventuall prisons!..

What an industry we have here.

We incarcerate on a local, state, and federal level all within miles of each other, while ABL pays great money as people their sell their souls designing planned DESTRUCTION.

FEMA, Mexico Farms, The Rail Roads, The Air Ports...all in close proximity...what a coincidence !

If we keep it up in this direction, many will be on a train like livestock to the modern day concentration camps that already exist.

In the great words of Glenn Beck, do not take my word for it, do your own research!

Go drive around any FEMA arae and see quickly your not alone...an no...your not being paranoid...these are the facts and are indisputable.

We have ben and are continuing to be sold out !

Steal our Natural Gas, deforest our God Given Mountains, steal our coal as you destroy mountain tops that Mother Earthe left there to protect us from weather patterns.

The rich do not care as they pillage our comunitty time and time again!

And it just keeps happening!

When we exercise our right to speech and press and share collectively what should really be done, things will change, but not under the ultimate powers that pacify the sellouts talking the 100K plus paychecks a year, as they could care less about the, "rest of us."

I grew up the son of A West Point Colonel. I am connected in many ways to the "top" in many various industries where my words are heard loudly, because I do not speak softly.

I grew up with every advantage offered in what is now "the dillusional American Dream" of old.

I came to Cumberland, Maryland ten years ago and i will testify to My Lord, The Almighty, that this education is one not tought in colleges, that I was educated in.

Lessons are learned through life...College is for the books, however valuable, and do not get me wrong, I respect them each as well.

My point is live it...do not caucus and pretend to be one of us ...live like us an now suffering.

I pray these words spark debate, I pray they spark peaceful constructive change. I pray these words not devide, but rather unite, so we can move forward for a change.

Patience is a virtue of old...maybe the acceleration for change and evolution of our law to transform into a more useful less archaic tool should be the new virtue.

I am running out of patience and I am tired of plight and misery all around.

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Saturday, November 27, 2010

A Blessed Thanksgiving in Alexandria, Virginia 2010

I had a great Thanksgiving. I saw my parents who are in there late 70' and early 80's and they are healthy. I saw my sister and here children, apparently content even while suffering through a divorce. I heard from a few friends, because lets' face it, most people do not have time to send a heart felt message to everyone that is dear to them.

My Mother is miraculously healing after having been severely and gravely ill for several years and recently down to 84 pounds. Her spirit and mind are strong and her Faith Stronger then imaginable by most. God Bless my beautiful Mother and My Father who loves her and cares for her like no other, while they each are along side God and in this life still. Amen.

She is gaining strength as well as wait, and her own equilibrium and muscle town has been restored and is continually doing so.

Death is a part of this life, acceptance does not have to be an option but rather a catalyst for strength and guidance, and then Faith heals everything, be it in our body, mind soul, or elsewhere as we each perceive. When we seek what God would have for us and those around us, everything is possible. Thy will be done.

I struggled to Alexandria, Virginia in my trusty 1989 Prelude...do not knock it...what a tough fun car...and 35 MPG !...

I have had a problem that has been severe with my back, as it is broken and has a disease of the spinal cord canal, along with a broken vertebrae and cracked, leaking disk. But I am not a quitter...so it subsides to just bearable and then...

the left foot has an acute attack of gout on the large toe and then the ankle...pain words do not know and only experience can feel...


...so I state to Mom on the phone...thanks God I have never had it in both feet...

...so the right foot quickly chimed in and was worse then the left...which was still in terrible shape!


So I have my cane and we arrive to Alexandria, Virginia at the folks house.

I hobble in, if it was even that graceful (graceful hobble = oxymoron)

We went to Cedar Knoll at noon on Thanksgiving, the following day of arrival. I was with Rhonda, my Fiance, my parents, my sister Carol, and her beautiful blessed children.

The restaurant is on The George Washington Memorial Parkway and has breathtaking views of our now cleaner river.

I remember the terrible smell of rotten fish as a child as I grew up and played at that river, and I have seen the devastation of man. It disgusts me deeply. But I see healing and now I see Eagles where there were not as I was a child.

The Eagle is not just symbolic Strength. It is Grace, Hope, and Prosperity.

Lest we forget our National Majestic Eagle.

At The Potomac there now in Alexandria, Virginia, Eagles are nesting in Aeries and they are reproducing, and there are fish in abundance for them to eat, and they are prospering. What an incredible rebirth.

There is work to still be done, but we have collectively made a difference, and that is proof, however merely a start, still an extremely promising sign.

Bass and Stripers, as well (as other species) are abundant again where there was nothing but death a short time ago.

The food at Cedar Knoll was impeccable as well as the service, but nothing was better then the love in the atmosphere we shared as we gazed upon our lovely Potomac, where an Eagle glided by, further gracing my homecoming.

I pray to again soar like that eagle myself, soon, as the pain reverberated up my legs on each side to my knees excruciatingly...grimacing in pain while I ate what I could because pain and appetite are not usually close friends.

The dogs always love my leftovers!

I left slightly early, but certainly not rudely, as I just thought a head start would make me get home (the folks home) slightly behind everyone else.

I used Dad's walker from his hip replacement surgery years ago to make my way both there and back.

Wow...never used a walker...that was hard to wrap that around my head, but easier knowing it's temporary...but time moves slowly when your in pain like this.

I say none of this to complain or gain sympathy. It is simply me testimony of triumph that I have learned from friends that have suffered far worse, and have gotten through to the other side in whatever shape and now have even more meaningful wholesome lives.

Thanks friends...like Dale Lisi, Kurt Thornburg, Greg, my Fiance's Father. My own Mother most recently that shows me resilience like I did not know existed.They have each overcome harrowing odds, but shown me strength through action which has offered me enlightenment.

That night my feet were even worse...however, the following day I eventually hobbled out to our car at 8:30 PM, which was the day after Thanksgiving.

We filled our classic 1989 gas sipping Honda Prelude at Hollin Hall Shell, where the kind attendant thankfully cleaned my dirty windows. Their employees care because they are people that have ethics and run a business well and treat all of us respectfully...Thanks

We then hit the 7-11, where my fiance got the 2 for $ 2.22 dogs...still a silly old favorite from our respective youths.

Got to love Hollin Hall Shopping Center.

I took two Aleve and prayed as we departed for the mountains of home in Cumberland, Maryland.

We made it home nicely and I stumbled through the cold dark backyard with the walker and a cane in each hand in case the back yard terrain of my house threw me any challenges.

Once in the door, and I could now stand somewhat and the shower was close by...I anticipated and had to take a warm, warm shower. I felt bathed by refreshing warm water pouring over me as I again prayed and felt I was being baptized yet once again, as so many times before.

I then struggled up the steps and made it to the most comfortable bed in the world...my own at home...and it is an old piece of junk...that I am thanksful for as well, as it comforts me at these times.

So the next day, Thanksgiving getes better even yet.

Rhonda's sister and her fiance ariive at our home, and then her daughter and boyfriend, as well as her two nephews and niece.

She surrounded me with warmth and love when my mental game was weak.

That is love!

Then she made a most scrumptious batch of Chili and a side plate of DaVinci pepper cheese and saltiness.

The love Rhonda gave, her family she shared, and the food she cooked gave me life for appetite, and that is the nourishment that I consumed, not a simple bowl of warm chili, but hours of love.

Thanksgiving is about love and friends.

I have battled health, and I will battle still, and I will conquer like usual and be a better man for it.

That is a part of my life that persists, and not always to any particular fault of my own, just life on lifes terms.

So Thanksgiving was perfect because family and friends lifted my wreckage of a vessel and brought me to a place where healing could take place.

I write this to share my most strangely wonderful and unforgettable Thanksgiving that I have ever known.

Love shared by others heals all...the passage of time brings forth healing, character and understanding. Perspective is not renewed but yet, ANEW. ...and from a starting point with that mentality you rise again as the literal Phoenix of old Lore.

I am that Phoenix, only because of the Lords hands guiding me to deeper enlightenment offered so freely by my loved ones, which I cannot imagine a life without.

Friends I have lost far too many, and that is truly not an understatement.

My perils are many too, some of which I own, and other that are just plain happenstance as we all live through at times.

Swallow pride, keep your head high, love each and all, such few words, with meaning not small.

Wallow in self pity, easy to do, but a sty not a home indeed,
Pray for Patience and Grace, He gives us all we truly need.

So I am simply in awe of my wonderful Thanksgiving in 2010,
blessed by friends word and prayers, you help me heal once again.

I am here for each and all of you to, just ask and receive,
I offer all that I have, as I am blessed with all that I need.

I truly pray you each were blessed with friends, family, and nourishing food from the spirit on this day we offer Thanks to Thee...

Perhaps I may not walk today, but the wings God gives me make me free.

and again, I will soar like the Eagle!

I hope your Thanksgiving was at least partially as wonderful as mine.

God Bless your friend,

John Swygert

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Effusio Spiritus Animus from Wikipedia

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Effusio Spiritus Animus

This musical writing, conceptually designed by John Stephen "Steve" Swygert, is a new brand and style that is a mixture of many styles resonating in a newly forged genre called , "Effusio Spiritus Animus" or in modern English (not an exact translation), " A pouring out of the breath of life that is the courage and the spirit and the vivacity of man".

This link will show one of the genres very first exapmles of his music.

The band is MobiusTripz.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZhaMTnukzk

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Friday, November 19, 2010

"Effusio Spiritus Animus" ~ a new genre of music

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MobiusTripz is the stage name of the American musical band, based in The United States of America, specifically in Cumberland, Maryland 21502, that, through studio recordings, has released several albums.

The debut album is going to be released near the new year of 2011.

The debut is called, Peace is Coming!, Part One

The musical artist that has written all of the material and played all the instruments on the recordings, as well as sang in the recordings is John Stephen "Steve" Swygert.

Mr. Swygert enjoys avidly playing guitar, bass, singing, playing some keyboards, and writing all the lyrical and musical content.

He is a classically trained violist, having played in his high school orchestra at Fort Hunt High School and collectively garnering a Silver Medal in Boston, Massachusetts in 1982-1983 (school year) in competition.

He sang in several bands before forming MobiusTripz, most notably, "The Ricky Funkhouser Band, which consisted:

Steve Swygert (vocals)
Kurt Thornburg (drums)
Robert Rowe (bass)
Ricky Funkhouser (guitar) and the band's namesake.

Mr. Swygert is also known by his online moniker, "rokkinroll", (his username, screenname, blogger name, etc. as is often needed while working across the internet).

He has written articles that have garnered attention on a local level in The Cumberland Times News, as well as a recent article from his blog which was in turn reviewed, given a positive synopsis, and reported under the "NEWS" tab at the website for, " The United States Department of Energy".

http://www1.eere.energy.gov/wip/news_detail.html?news_id=16404

He is currently working on a novel be titled, "Ignoti non Ignorati" (Latin) translated to English, "Forgiven but not Forgotten", a storyline with a wide range of characters.

The Novel is based on truth from his own life's experience of a murder of a close friend, whom he had to testify on behalf of the prosecution in Fairfax County.

As the story unfolds as read, especially years after the trial and guilty verdict given the defendant, there comes forth a cascade of incredible eyewitness first hand evidence as testified to to the author, thus illustarting a much deeper plot of murder that is of Shakespearian proportion.

The event in real life lead Mr. Swygert down a dark and hideous path for years to come that has been a fascinating series of revelations that have brought about an even stronger sense of Faith, Perseverance, and Optimism in the face of pure tragedy.

This and other life events, propelled Mr. Swygert to thrust onward in his 20's to the present day and age of forty two in this year 2010, to write poetry, lyrics, music, and art work in other mediums, as well as his new book, also to be released shortly after the album. It has all been inspired in the memory of the friend he lost and the the people so hurt, and what he has learned through this process, previously unchartered by himself, and he wishes to be chartered by no others, as it was behemothly abysmal.

The style when released will be like no work before it, because the architecture of the work itself has taken over twenty years to assimilate and create.

There will be axamples of all types of literary teachings present in the work, as well as different languages in the print, to propel the reader on a journey of self enlightenment, without the personal emotional anguish suffered in which to finally gain an opptomistic perspective from tragedy, thus triumphantly rising as The Phoenix.

The musical style is a new brand and style that is a mixture of many styles resonating in a newly forged genre called , "Effusio Spiritus Animus" or in modern English (not an exact translation), " A pouring out of the breath of life that is the courage and the spirit and the vivacity of man".

This link will show one of the genres very first exapmles of his music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZhaMTnukzk

Here is yet another example of his work chronicling the massive oil spill in 2010 and his desire to have citizens contemplate a subsequent boycott after the spill, all the while suggesting that if that action be taken, that it be taken with thoughtfulness and care through education on the topics at hand, and done in such a way that the "boycotter"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aArxi-quKbs



Swygert states that, "This is music to chronicle our adventure forward into the Green Era while giving origin a clear voice as to not forget our past, or those people even before them, as thus far many civilizations have failed, and also keep in the minds eye the future we should strive to leave for our heirs", and is written with a focus on God and World Peace, Humanity and Healing, Perspective and Physics, Science and Art, and delves into nearly any imaginable topic.

It is a new musical genre that is purely written with a concept that is well defined at the onset of the invention of the genre itself, yet artistically may, as music always does, reinvent itself through time, as only time and events can dictate.

Swygert would like to see many other musiciansemmulate this style, or evolve this style, and enjoy this style together, not ignoring any other music at all again, emphasizing origin, as this genre itself sprang forth from what music there was before it combined with his new thought thus creating this entire concept.

He also suggests anyone try it, be it singing, playing an instrument, or humming along, etc. , whatever makes your spirit within you come alive greater then it was just a moment before and celebrate in music together...and never quit...if you do not like an instrument, try another, if you think your not musical, you are welcome to try this with others anyway and it is promoted, because this is a music to be celebrated by all, because it is to be an outlet to propel all of mankind in a better overall direction.


The effusio is, "the pouring forth", which can come from a blend of any and all types of sounds, be it, but not limited too, musical instruments, singing, samplings, noise, ad infinitum, as the writer, or spirit of the collective musicians if playing together unrehearsed and creating a song yet to have been previously heard, construct it.

The key to the architecture of the music that will define its sound wil be the singleness of purpose towards enlightenment through themes that lyrically are uplifting, educational, record culture, language and accents, and convey a vision of how things can be better if we work together as one.

Swygert believes in one God, and this God loves all of human kind, and that includes everyone, and excludes no one. It respects people of all religion which includes lack of religion, and the music is not ever suppose to be purposefully offensive, although it could possibly be deemed that way, and finally, there shall be a point to the song that is abundantly clear.

The music can be aggressive or soft, radical or classical, blues or rock related, but it shall mix many elements, styles, genre, etc into a single song, or else it is not Effusio Spiritus Animus...and the name as written here shall not be written in acronym form, as to one day lose it's so obvious origin today. Perhaps it is not so obvious, and that is the exact point. There should be lessons built upon lessons, built upon lessons, whatever that subject matter may be.

His music is recorded in the, "HippaBilly Studios", studio, in Cumberland, Maryland, U.S.A.

He is looking forward to working with other musicians and expanding his own skills and knowledge in the process and prays that they to will experience enlightenment through the music, be it played together ot merely listened to.

Music is after all the universal language, as Bella Fleck so recently shows in a documentart where he plays the banjo in Africa.

People gathered together that could not speak words together, as they spoke different languages, however the universal language of music can and does permeate all matter...right into the very soul.

People smiled together, rejoiced, sang in their own language, made noises of glee, played all sorts of instruments, and it was in its own unique way on those days beautifully utopian.

As Walden had his pond, which he so shared through his art, we all have music.


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Thursday, November 18, 2010

Let Go the Anchor ~ Lyrics ~ MOBIUStRIPZ ~

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Let Go the Anchor

http://www.reverbnation.com/mobiustripz#!

I offer all I have to give,
It's what makes it worth to live,
What I have is really his,
The Book is not a myth!

Chorus...

Peace is Coming!...Hallelujah.
Peace is Coming!... Amen.
Perace is Coming!...join hands.
Peace is Coming!...be friends.

Life a lesson...Heaven Sent!
Time here not permanent ...only lent,
Eternal Space Forever ~ a Promise!
Be careful how it's spent!

I ask now you love another,
forgive resentment if you chain your brother,
let go the Anchor that sinks the ship,
Offer Peace on this part of your trip.

Mathmetician, Artist, Scientist, Professor!
Sin is not for free!
know I am the One and Only,
let not mere knowledge deceive.

With outstreched arms,
I reach for you, ad infinitum,
Language spoken, written, or sung,
I offer for you to enlighten.


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Haiti Haiku after massive quake of 2010

The Earth shook greatly,
Children starving adults too,
Pray and offer help.

Swygert

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Being a musical critique and a musician through pure drunken stupidity !

here is another great story of my great adventure called life.

You can go back to my story about meeting Mic Brown of Dokken and it in it self is hilarious. It will also benchmark some things for this story.

George Lynch made me a music critique!

Here is how.

I got to meet him after a show and went on and on about what a hero he was of mine, and how I admired him artistically, and how he was one of my all time favorites, comparing him to the likes of Segovia, Van Halen, Iommi, Page, Satriani, Malmsteen, etc. and you would have thought I was in love with this guy with what I knew about him musically speaking.

I told him stories about me and my buds back in the day jamming out to their kick ass tunes, pardon the expression as I write from a place in my mind of a not to far behind youth I so enjoyed.

That was Springfield, Virginia at Jaxx a musical jam pad that rocks, and my friend Bob Nalls was the manager, and set me up with meeting the band...thus perhaps my first interview!

The following night I get to see them again in Baltimore at Hamerjacks.

I am ecstatic to see George again, and he fucking remembers me. He asks me what do I think of the show...I am thinking fuck man...this dude, one of my many guitar idols, is asking me to criticize him, as I have already shared my life with him from the night before, even telling him how I was in the orchestra and played the viola for seven years, and sang, and played guitar, and all like shit I might add, but hey man I was doin em !

Those were truly the days...so George asks me...from last night to tonight man...me playing on stage...and thinking back to hearing me on those records...how did you think I sounded? I answered this way

DUH!

I said dude...you sounded fucking awesome! like a moron...and it was hilarious, unless you were in my shoes at the time.

The look on Georges face was classic....He knew I had a mind and musical knowledge and he new I could speak fluently and well. He what dumbfounded when I answered the way I did.

All of a sudden, I had an idol asking me to rate his performance for the night, compared to last night, and both combined to years and years, over twenty, years ago.

I was in state of shock! I froze up...I did not know how to answer but with an awe in my voice and a stupidity on my tongue, and enchantment in my heart while carrying love in my soul man.

Its a great feeling, know you you are in a perfect and wonderful moment. It has taken this long to figure all out even this deep to be able to express it in words. That is how speechless it left me when George Lynch of fucking Dokken asked me how he played that night.

George was nervous he had thought he had lost it after Dokken had not played for such a long while...he jammed else where with Lynch Mob and other jams, but he was unsure of the Dokken music having the same old flow and energy out of him that he wanted to put out from himself.

He was questioning his inner most musical being about his own credibility in an industry that will stab you in the back in a heart beat all the while being surrounded by evil.

He expected me to have this fascinating mindbogglingly answer, because we had great conversation, however I was so blown away that I did what one does in the presence of greatness.

I have seen this on other people faces since and many atime.

I now have questions and answers and composure that time has lent me to this point, because I know opportunity knocks often and that you should ride that fucking wave after you answer the door when it knocks man. Enjoy the gift that is life every moment, and be good, and work your souls passion in this life, and let that heart that resides their be Your Guide.

so...meeting folks now that say amazing tings to me or ask me amazing things is a lot easier.

So George, here is my answer. You fucking rocked dude!

because

you had not lost any dexterity, thus keeping your skills sharp and your tonality impeccable, along with perfect rhythm and melody to bring me back to the years of my very youth.

You have again inspired me, and I am glad you looked flabbergasted, because it let me know you truly thought something wonderful of me.

Thanks bro.

I met Dave Grohl too...and that was an awesome time as well...we spoke music non fuckin stop. We share some mutual friends as well...pretty ool life. Dave was easy to talk to because he had not been immortal status in my musical spirit.

He was just normal old Dave maybe 18 or 19 years old...but he said he was in a band.

We were in a house on Florence Avenue in Springfield, Virginia...maybe around 1988...if I recall, we both had been in many bands...with no great success and a lot of let down on a personal level...I dug that...I lived that...I was just another shitty musician too...still am as a matter of fact...so much room to always grow, even play another instrument, anything your heart desires, so is music!

and there in George was why I froze up, the difference in my minds perspective of speaking to you uas an immortal in my mind versus speaking to Dave Grohl before he was one of the kickin it asses rokkinrollers on the fucking entire planet, like yourself.

I saw that you had gained years of knowledge and where not egotitical but rather hyper critical and willing to take on constructive criticism no matter how harsh. Perfectionists always ask for this and rarely get truthful or honest answers.

Your playing and presence both have the ability to transform my perspective into that of a more pure perspective of enlightenment.

Some of my best teachers said few words. A word, a thought, a look, done bought!

George showed me I had an opinion that mattered...who validates us like that today...not too many folks...I care, I am tired of greed and selfishness We all need to care about one another again and help make a difference.

Peace is Coming!, and I will say it time and again.

I am thankful for George showing me a better way...

and so he taught me from that moment to be a musical critique like never before To capture and try to understand and feel every note, and to associate music to knowledge and feeling so that it can be had at anytime.

I am learning to play instruments I never once dreamed of, and every day that passes it all becomes so much more natural that it is both foreign and the usual at the same time...kind of dreamy and wonderful. I enjoy this wonderment of feeling as innocent as William Blake's's Lamb. (darn it I swear I am telling the truth I almost wrote Robert Blake,...too funny).

Life should have a flow like this and it does for me most of the time, and everything always works it self out as it should de spite me, not in spite of me...and this is ...a ...way...to ...flow... .. . ba duh da! crash!

I love the musical life in which I live, sing and write...it is a life from one of the most beautiful perspectives as I learn more with each breath I breathe in, filling my lungs with yet another breath of such sweet and precious air I hold so dear as the life that God has me he lent. Thanks God Almighty, Steve

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George you live as inspiration in this song, thus transcending dimensions while existing in each one at the same time. For you at this moment I write this are still of the flesh, ever expanding the unirsssssssese even largerrrrrrrr...
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...cool about here ...looks pretty to start writing again...inside the mind of the artist himself, it's a beautiful and wondrous place to live always wondering how everything works and keeping Diviner somewhere in minds sight.

I like to make my writing have a flow when I have that flow, and so at times I will write with a punctuation and style that fits the art of the writing with the matching feel of the art, thus complimenting one another...

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while all the while being separated slightly, but still..keeping..a .. thy.hm. .. .. .

so many answers when another makes you look deeper inside yourself then you once thought possible, while at the same time your watching something that he knows you think is already impossible, because he sees that no one should be worshiped like a God from where he is so majestically is standing (although all the while in mind he sits atop all !), as it was a tough road to get there...and then...there I am, ...and ...now...here I am...years gone by and wiser...thanks.. .. .. . . .

Propaganda is the strongest machine in the U.S.A. and perhaps the world. right now...as I listen to Woody Harrelson's movie about smoking pot! Absolutely hilarious A must see. Thanks for putting it out there too...takes balls bro... .. . .

back to writing...after a quick break...revisiting times like these, we learn to love again, times like these we live and live again...thanks Dave Grohl...

and he who says that lyrics and words in music are not influential and do not cause any harm shall be careful what he writes!

As thy tongue is a sword, so thy words do cut.

I am happy Dave shows strength and wisdom in his music and he just grows and grows by leaps and bounds every time I hear something new...he is quite incredible.

So here again I am critiquing music somehow.

Maybe it is listening to my friends band Tone, who is the Sound manager at XM, in Washington D.C. First thing I told him was you guys sound like Riucsh, which was meant 100% as a compliment, and could have been mistaken not as such.

Maybe its me in orchestra listening to myself and all around me, individually...seeking the right notes myself making order in ears full of chaos, not clarity. I was terrible as a violist, because practice for me was a gig, and I improvised all the time...that is a tough way to learn...I could simply not be taught by another, all that much...I had to feel it out myself. I like it that way...I could pick it up and play it this moment, and still read the music like riding a bike. I will never forget that instrument, and will always remember the friend it was always along the way as it sang its peaceful notes, however they were made.

I think always, and I thank those who asked me questions Questions from others bring forth great amount of respect. I have been asked by many interesting people, many fascinating things, and I usually have a pretty good answer now.

Thanks George for making me take the time to think and realize the best pursuit is the pursuit in your hearts sights!

So I am writing, and writing and recording music again, and studying hard developing my own unique message.

Thanks bro.. .

Steve "rokkinroll" of Mobiustripz

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