WE ARE BEGINNING WORK ON DESIGNING OUR WEBSITE WE ARE BEGINNING WORK ON DESIGNING OUR WEBSITE WE ARE…………..

I’m embarking upon a 6-8 week road trip through the great wilderness and will set up a page here somewhere to document the photogrpahy and anything else interesting that happens.

The Elijah Few Project…

Its changing.

I have a conundrum – on a personal level I have songs pouring out of me which just don’t make it through the high end of production fast enough. With the sights set upon world class production there is a vast vacuum between song writing song production and song release. Not one song has been finished yet. In a long long time – for alot of very complicated reasons. THe production incidentally is AMAZING.

1. I write the song

2. the production starts….

3. nothing has been released….

This creates a barrier to authentic performance as without the production finished the song can’t be performed by the band that hasn’t been built around the production. It’s questionable if this kind of production lends itself to authenticity anyway – THESE SONGS aren’t meant to BE PRODUCTS.

I`m thinking that a parallel way to produce this material is to produce it quickly with simple live in the studio acoustic performances from a small band with a few overdubs, a much more organic method – alongside a high fidelity production process with a focus upon polished, slick, detailed, top end expensive production.

That might happen later.

I think that these songs are ALL ABOUT a small, focused, ambient   intimate, edgy  sound rather than a large grandiloquent superslick big numbers production.

What about hand drawn and printed, hand made, highly limited edition c.d.’s, or even L.P’s sent direct from us?

That way the songs do NOT stagnate. That way songs get made and finished. That way people can play them and they don’t sit here on this website rotting like carcasses.

I’d rather have  a small number of  fans who actually really listen, enjoy and connect with what I do than 10,000 who buy a product because these songs aren’t products at all…that way the songs and the people who want to listen get the kind of production they deserve. Most of these songs were written in 2005 and 2006, one of them in 1996. I think it’s about time the pen was put to paper on the final chapter.

Its up to you……..

Also, wouldnt people rather have something to actually play and listen to rather than watching these songs creep along the floor, on this website, like broken spiders, slowly looking for a way out into the light? Im thinking about selling the songs on sellaband…

I`m asking you guys cause you are the first 26 people who are going to receive these songs.

Something along these lines….if at all possible

THE TRUTH ABOUT really great SONGWRITING is that it HAS NOTHING TO DO
with industry, money, production, success, acceptance…

THE TRUTH ABOUT great SONGWRITING is that it HAS EVERYTHING to do with PEOPLE, and their stories, OUR STORIES, the past the present and the future. It’s about having something important to say about matters greater than oneself.  AND a song can be whatever you want it to be as long as you mean it; that way a song takes on an energy and a life of it’s own beyond the here and now.

It’s that simple. Like riding a bicycle.

Written in 2005-6. More soon.

I believe everybody has a record in them. Just as everybody has a novel within them. A great masterpiece. An idea. A vision. A dream. The popular misconception of a rational world is that dreams are merely the misshapen accidents of the subconscious. Not everybody is listening. Not everyone is a believer. Every dream is different.

The question is “HOW FAR are you willing to go to get it finished?”

“HOW FAR are you willing to go to realise it?”

A massive change in direction may be on the cards; after 4 years collecting dreams from the bone people & the landscape a new adventure might be upon the horizon.

An ill wind of red tape comes at a crucial time for the creative process too….

and even though I feel the ship is sinking : it isn’t. People involved are all talk about time and money, their equity. Invisible money, big words. Some are saying the songs are dangerous, ugly, horrible, frightening…

“We need to appeal to as many people as possible, to sell as many units as possible so people who are investing their time can make the right returns on our investment.”

“We can’t use the word cripple Jake.”

“You cant sing songs about murder, suicide, hanging children and heroin.”

“You can’t write that; The Lord of the Flies: no one wants to hear it.”

I think I just did.

If the songs are upsetting the children; if they’re touching a raw nerve, then there must be some truth in them. And they will remain. I may have to take them elsewhere  -  a shame – and lose the effort and the belief of those hereforto involved; but the songs have become gargantuan moai, vast monolithic edifices, looming down from the sky: what they stand for as much as what they actually say is an important quest for fulfillment, the map of the difficult journey and the search for truth.

Being true to oneself and honouring, one way or another dreams, ideas and change. We can honour change by accepting it and hurling our dreams, ideas and vision like golden kites to fly defiantly in its wake.

…some dreams are destined to become the ephemeral, transient, fleeting, angels of the imagination, or fragile, brittle, creatures of clay…

Not all seraphs effloresce into beautiful flying colour; some may fly but fall earthbound from heaven – the filthy offspring of rotting flesh cast to the wind…

this song is in progress.

DREAM BIG or DONT DREAM AT ALL

Back in `o7  – an improvisational  jam live with cool jazz  guitar messenger Wellington’s D-mas…

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I call it thirteen cause

“Now there’s number on every man.”

בַּהֲכִינֹ֣ו מַיִם שָׁ֣ם אָ֑נִי בְּח֥וּקֹו ח֝֗וּג עַל־פְּנֵ֥י תְהֹֽום׃

Last year I did alot of flying – to the studio – for day long guide takes sessions with a plank of a guitar, in the heat.

A strange routing to the desk,  a lack of sleep, the pressure of fast decision making regarding choosing parts, the arrangement of these plus the vocals and the lyrics, the tempo and the need to get back on a plane at the end of the day, all added up to a situation which was not ideal…apart from top end Schoeps microphones & digidesign hardware, plus a feted Stratocaster.

The point is that looking for perfection can often become a barrier to achievement and it applies to everything…

Perfect takes forever, Good takes time, S*** takes just 5 minutes. You choose.

It doesnt matter, the guides are done and we can spend time, or forever, getting things as close to perfect as we want without disappearing into the black hole.

We’re currently ‘working’ on the whole Facebook side of things. With three blogs being set up to bleed slowly into the atrocity that is the Face Book Elijah Few page: you can sell your soul to us, dirt cheap by clicking here and becoming a fan. Music, maybe, soon, but I’m going to spend the new, few days sun listening to the sea beneath an ancient arch; with a beat up guitar and sheets of paper blowing…waiting for collapse. One day reality will collapse beneath the vast weight of virtual nothingness we are creating – god bless the future because it’s already fucked up.

Make up your own mind.

It doesn’t matter how you do it.

Everywhere;
seek out miracles; in the mundane and in the everyday, learn to look and write them out across your name.
have heart, have faith, & follow no man’s code,
write them on the water, make them your own,

Desolation angels everywhere….I’m on the road, thank god for freedom; after the sting of disappointment and the hard earthquake work of a tectonic shift is gone comes the mellifluous colour-tones and taste of time, motion; mountain, river and ocean, vision and celebration, dedication and devotion.

Be the water – you cant stay in one place too long but unlike the million raindrops falling on the glass around you  – avoid the path of least resistance. Take the difficult road and be prepared to die for what you believe in…risk everything to complete your vision…just to write and breathe; songs, messages, art that eat worlds…

… embrace talent and celebrate the gifts of others, embrace your good fortune and the power the great spirit sends you; the power to change, transform, connect and grow….fear not your detractors – they are weak and do not understand, they are just the dust in your mouth, the dry sand of windblown bones forgotten in the dance of life…

Fill up the sky with broken stones……Fill up the sky with broken bones…

The hand of the SPIRIT was upon me, and set me adrift upon  a bone filled valley; “Son of man, can these bones live? breathe tendons and flesh and skin and breath?”
Suddenly  a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. tendons and flesh and skin covered them, from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live 
they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army…
we are the bone people…

_{[I will not reduce my music to soundbites; will not compromise; will continue to self doubt; will continue with fits of madness; will do what I want and when; will believe, trust and exist within the great spirit; will learn to accept the daemon; will re-purpose the music altruistically; will not rest; will be patient; will make mistakes; will enjoy the journey; will fight fire with fire & I will burn in hell for it all sooner or later....]}

I’m off the road temporarily;  and, beautiful as it is, the city seems wholly a vestibule of atypical middle class anglo-XXXXXXXX  aspiration and all the dysfunctional bullshit that people THINK goes with it. All the bullshit that will kill your soul, tie you down and really limit your consciousness.

Make your life a labour of love… a cluster of stars; there is no fast track to glory…victory comes not from a simple strategy but from passion, love, necessity – fire. An eternal fight for meaning over mediocrity…years on a ghostly ship and no end in sight look for reflections dancing across the surface of the mighty river. Pieces of the puzzle do not fall immediately from the sky but people appear intermittently in the mist upon the horizon….like the terminal moraine of vast and varied existence on the edges…but that would be futile. We do not have the time for that.

What is writing real emotions? Being able to operate on a median level, taking your experience – the place, the settings, the immediate, the transient fleeting glimpses of the past, the literatures of your own belonging and fusing them together with an imagination that gleams like the flashing of a shield.

You’ve gotta be able to shine….and listen to the rivers speaking.

In the sixties people were mobilised against the war in vietnam, youth culture was finding it`s footing…but the world has been reduced to a quintessence of dust & there`s a recession – perhaps it`s economical, perhaps it`s intellectual, perhaps it`s at the heart of everything, Mr. Kurtz – quantum thought, belief and mysticism. Does anyone read Kerouac or Steinbeck?  What the heck? Is everyone wrapped up in a load of irreverent Hollywood plastic surgery necrophiliac celebrity lifestyle televisual bullshit? Another day another city…. or, lost in the wilderness writing lyrics of disposition and seeking unification through re-immersion, or reconnection with landscape…

“The project has gone beyond having a single production value input for me, I`m actually really taking the project beyond the simple idea of it as a product from or for the studio, it`s become more than a product that`s just x, y, z; I’ve invested myself completely into it, it`s become a spiritual and personal project.

“I think I spent so long working on the songs, investing them with time and travel, that they grew out of real experience, the road, loneliness, instability and at the time a connection with only the land.”

Religious people have told me that this is a music of god and called me to play in their church. They are right but Amerindian pantheism, paganism and the church of biosphere is more important to me than allegiance to some mere singular “god” – or vain organised form of deceit – Maybe its all imagined in the solipsistic mind of god – we`re just a part of the universe, emboldened enough to consider self, although more than mere particles held together electrically, an experience – I don`t want to be their damnéd messenger.

Another weekend of recording & mixing is fast approaching – we`re looking to retrack and track as much as possible – songs we tracked a few months back with a plank of a guitar prior to our involvement with Mojo Sound in Wellington.

“It`s peculiar and unnerving in a way to see so many young people walking around with mobile phones and iPods in their ears and so wrapped up in media and video games. It robs them of their self identity. It`s a shame to see them so tuned out to real life. Of course they are free to do that, as if that`s got anything to do with freedom. The cost of liberty is high, and young people should understand that…” Bob Dylan.

I possess a certain love-hate relationship with plenty of things. I think we all do – if we`ve got our heads turned on at all. Acceptance of things because they are new or modern is a blind faith & preserve of shallow, hollow hearted fools. Just recently I read a Dylan interview in the Sunday Times, & although Dylan is around twice my age, I have to completely echo and agree with his sentiments.

Technology has so much to offer and yet can take so much away, remove us from real experience and right now perhaps, it`s creating a generation of automaton`s who live their lives through the vile excreta of mass media. A generation that can`t read or write and with no comprehension of the ideals of individualism, courage , rebellion and struggle. We have to fight homogenisation – everywhere on every level.

Well, its a dirty old world we live in and music is dirty business that`s for sure.  Is it possible to separate your art and your integrity, your ego and your conscience from the business of your product?

Sure. There`s no product without a business model or a channel behind it. Similarly there`s no revolution without subscribers to it`s system of belief or even it`s system of belief marketing. Does that mean Bob Dylan was an out and out liar or just a business man with his finger on the generation/brand pulse? Who knows and who damn well cares?
No-one. Because whilst the deep rooted ideas of the sixties may have made their way into current day thinking osmotically – the world hasn`t changed, except perhaps for the fact that we`re all hyperconnected, climate change will kill our species, eventually; all marketeers are bare faced liars and science battles god in an unsuccessful war of attrition. He wrote some great numbers…man. Jesus.

aeons ago, almost another lifetime – arriving on the plains with a guitar, a bicycle and a rucksack 6 months in the fields taught me the titan majesty of mountains & rivers. I traveled around as much as I could and I slowly built  talismans and people, gifts, and found objects into a huge feathered dream catcher onto the rear view mirror of my van which was my accommodation on excursions across the island…

Four years have passed -  working in a city, a beautiful city, flying to the capital to record songs that came out of the  rivers, mountains, hills and plains…but, this beautiful florid city is sucking the life out of me…I need to work to pay for the recordings, to work in the city to make enough money, but it doesn`t make any sense…

Here are the contents of the slowly assembled “dream machine” mosaic of minds and matter:

…rekiie healers handmade amulet as gift, antique remnants of barcelona spain cathedral prayer beads-rosary the crucifix lost, amerindian ex-girlfriends animal gift from 1999, southshore plastic toy handgrenade, 2006 kaitorete feathers from long walk, emo cow print new brighton bracelet plus two brass bracelets unknown origin, maori doll wellington, plastic sun amulet mid-canturbury plains `06, paua earing and purple feather (now decayed) (both found objects), silver watchchain early 20th century from U.K., american indian silver handmade ring – white feather, working pocket watch trinket originally japan from friend (returned). semi-precious rock collection from Longford river, Waikakahi/Jacobs Bay/Rangitata & Rakaia bed/Motukatuka point – Pauau from Wahine Park, Purau and east coast S.island bays shells…

Thanks to Pete at Mojo Sound here in Wellington we`ve just picked up the Aston Martin of Martin guitars – a custom model Martin valued at around 8 thousand dollars. This particular Martin has an acoustic tone that is smooth, rich and highly natural; bright, lively and warm with an entirely even response across the strings. Its a breeze to play and when simply strumming an E chord resonates with rich, manuka, gently oscillating overtones.

Mojo Sound have a great range of amplification as well as acoustic and electric models in stock: great Fender, G&L, and Fernandes electrics, beautiful sounding acoustic Martins and L`Arrivee models and some of the best amplification we`ve seen for awhile.

WE live in an age of surveillance and ORWELLIAN control by drug companies, oil companies, banks; telecommunications companies and systems – a world in which the basic inheritance of life such as air, water, LAND, speech, time and perception are increasingly monopolised, trademarked and owned by the few. My life and my work is informed by an increasingly rare commodity – FREEDOM. You can find it between the leaves of a thousand years of knowledge…

A book is a bomb. A book is a time machine.
A book is a recruitment device. A book is mantra. A book is terror.
A book is enlightenment. A book is life. A book is death.
A house of Leaves and a city of Glass.

I wrote previously here about perfectionism. My recent day long recording session with a plank of a guitar, a boiling hot studio, a strange routing to the desk, lack of sleep, the pressure of fast, fast decision making regarding choosing and recording guitar parts, the arrangement of these plus the vocals and the lyrics, the tempo of the song and the need to get on a plane at the end of the day, (which meant not using a Martin acoustic) all added up to a situation which was not ideal. Ideally I’d like a Martin acoustic, plus my Strat into two Session amplifiers for a great stereo mix. But hell who wants to let go of their Martin and leave it to the vicissitudes of baggage handling, not me no way.

Anyway, this is just the preliminary working arrangement – I`ll get a player and or their guitar for the final cut, the real deal takes. No time or room for perfectionism this time around.

The point is that looking for perfection can often become a barrier to achievement and it applies to everything. You have to do what needs to be done sometimes. Its like playing a gig with a hangover  – turn it on like a tap or go home. Every test is a test created only by yourself.

Perfect takes forever, Good takes time, Shit takes 5 minutes. It`s the fourth time around.

You can`t make something out of nothing, but too much nothing will make a man feel ill at ease. Worldly possessions; you cant take them with you. But this is the 21st century too. Better be sure to put a value on the things you really care about, because at the end of the day, nothing material counts for jack shit. Look after your soul and travel light. Ignore the media and don’t buy any of their crap. Suddenly I own too much and then Suddenly everything evaporates. Maybe I bought into myself too much.

1.fender stratocaster, leads, pedals, small amp, pair of cans, small midi keyboard
2.laptop, hardrive, leads, mbox mini
3.Small pile of books
4. small car
5. Bicycle x 2
6. rucksack with clothes, 3 pairs of shoes, 2 caps, 1 broad brim hat
7. large collection of rocks, pauau, and 1 cactus.
8. couple of paintings, a few pictures, mobile telephone
9. pile of cd`s including Subterranean Homesick Blues, 6 cassette tapes, Big Lebowski & Dylan other side of the mirror dvd
10. battered hofner side guitar

Having said all that it sure is uncomfortable without table, chairs, or bed. Sadly though at the end of the day you only have yourself; and yourself to blame. That last breath you breathe is gonna be mighty lonely but at least its brief. There`s only the in between. Truth might get in the way of a good story, but life’s cold hard realities will never get in the way of a good song…

Musicians: jug jazz, blooze infused, dirty earbash, folk country, streetside hicksville freakshow. Howlin`  Troutmask intertronic groove message 40 feet beneath the dirty city space. Jack Kerouac in the vicinity listening to a scanner ….

I`m trying to find the time between finding the time for other time consuming life paraphernalia to get the original lyrics, and the original riverside recordings/videos up here to track how these songs have slowly been brought to fruition over the last few years. I originally kept the songs in my head for a couple of years and on scraps of paper which have travelled with me across the globe, island to island, continent to continent in an old book. And managed, finally whilst on an itinerant Kerouacian mission throughout Aotearoa at some point maybe 18 months ago, to record them into a cheap old camera. The great thing is these recordings already sound 100 hundred years old and I just threw them down with no tune up or practice. In this sense I suppose they hold soem kind of authenticity.

Flew into GRUNGE city. The drive from Seattle down to San Francisco California and especially Mount Shasta is awesome. It`s great to be on the coast ! Last time I was up in Washington state I was fortunate enough to spend sometime in the mountains with a Winchester rifle. I love America.

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Hyper busy at the moment just cant get enough sleep from city to city. More news soon.

No-one has anything much to really to say, unless it’s to complain; babies cry, people come and go, dogs sniff. There are the late, the tidy, the punctual, the forlorn, the forgotten and the frequent.The professionals looking slick adjust their chunky watches and loosen their ties. The youth pretend it isn’t happening: bullet proof they are.

The Depature lounge. Are you ready for take off? You might never come down. Do the ghosts of the dead in crashed airliners roam endlessly like a broken malfunctioning Jesus across the watery surfaces of the worlds carnivorous oceans? Or do they drown too, leaving their traumatised bodies in the great deep watery grave?

Flight 666 is currently boarding destination Davey Jones’ Locker. This is the Last Call for passenger Jake Edwards – please make your way to gate 888 immediately.

The plane is late and there are a lot of people sweating it out in the departure lounge. It’s hot and humid. I’ve flown hundreds of times but the more frequently I do it lately the less I trust the technology.

On the ground observing aeroplanes in the southern sky, they appear so low, look so surreal, impossible, too huge as though the whole thing is some elaborate sham, some kind of fake illusory moon landing confidence trick. I’m not ready yet to make my departure from the planet. I haven’t finished. I don’t want my body torn to ribbons at 500mph in an explosion of water-concrete, shearing shards of metal.

The emergency position is just a convenient way of ensuring that your spine is driven quick-fast into and through your skull and brain when you hit the ground. Lean forward, place your head between your arms brace yourself against the seat in front…and relax. Leave your seat in the upright position and keep your seatbelt on so we can identify you quickly and easily, by row and number… This is the inconvenient, tiring bullshit I’m putting myself through just to get a few songs done.

In the studio my personal choice is to never settle for just a click track – always use a rhythm section if you can. At the check in I want an option for a parachute but just settle for getting stung another 25 bucks because of my guitar instead.

Good morning everybody Welcome aboard todays flight 666 I am captain Ahab and we will be cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet but don’t worry we have issued each and everyone of you with a small yellow life jacket should we plummet mercilessly like a comet from the calm blue mediterranean sky toward earth below.

I need to get a few more expensive guitars & I’m still finding it “challenging” throwing away 20 years of blues styled guitar techniques and sonics when it comes to modern studio work…. Just lately I’m looking at a 2000 year old kauri parlour bodied hand made 6 string with a narrow neck. It costs 2000 dollars so that’s a dollar per year for the wood. Not bad and nearly as old as I feel after a week of media work and flying back and forth. Reach under your seat. As long as I’m floating dead in the water my lifejacket will help the clean up teams pick me out.

Dehydration air conditioning

Another busy day in the studio. After yeserdays warm up re-tracked all the acoustic parts on the dreadful plank which I`ve been fighting all damn weekend. Play it, tune it, play it, tune it &cetera….like I mentioned in an earlier post – yeah I`m going to burn it come the winter months even if I have to pay  for the priviledge and the pleasure.

We`ll be using Mojo’s Martins next time…

- is human emotion merely temporal expression?

The original acoustic parts were laid down on the dirt cheap,tree-trunk, low-end, low-performance, collection of guitar shaped, firewood you can see here in the center picture. I`m saving it for winter, when these recordings are done and I`m going to toss it in the fire where it belongs.

Some seriously expensive SCHOEPS microphones in a multi million dollar environment. The pressure was on for me to sing and play 4 tracks that I hadn`t played in a year.

The Rakaia River Murder,
Wicked Messenger Returns,
The Architecture of Destiny,
Life Support,

Paper

I`ve been carrying these songs around for about 3 years; one of them for at least ten…the ideas within them are obviously a lifetimes work. I started discussing songwriting previously on this blog and I`ve already suggested there is no “one way”, no method, no guide… Being patient also helped. Initially I kept the songs on paper, working on them every day, for about a year; then I recorded them into a camera as a video and extracted the audio. Just to get them down. I kept working on them. Another year passed and I played one to a producer. A year after that he invited me to record them. I didn`t really set out to make any of these things happen. Muga mushin. I’ve been collecting ides on paper all my life. Boxes of it. BY the time my life is over I`ll have used it all. Today a lonely drifter I befreinded beneath abridge told me a story that would put the Da Vinci Code to Shame…..tomorrow I seek him out and write it all down….

…there is no substitute for pen and paper IN ANYTHING, FOR ANYTHING…..

…to design anything start on paper, to design a song – start with pen and paper, and, take to it your experience.

I once met a girl in a Sauna, told her I was a musician, she invited me back to her place; besotted with fame, glory, cinema and singing. She played her music, it was all wrong, she couldn`t sing, the lyrics were meaningless. She read some of her screenplay – it was plotless, unfinished rubbish and she couldn`t tell me what it was actually about. She popped some pills and told me she was an actress destined for great things. Apart from being on the unwholesome and anorexic side of thin she was also mildly delusional. Her imaginary world existed quite wholly and was manifested through her sacred laptop. It would deliver her into the welcoming arms of global success and wealth; her screenplay was going straight to Scorcese or Jackson or some other cinematic mogul. She was going to ring them up and email it through. No sweat, it was going to be that easy for her. I slyly asked if she had Bob Dylan`s number `cause I  just wanted a quick chat.

I met her again six months later in a different city and her laptop had been stolen, and now she couldn`t write. I laughed, sardonically, I laughed out loud, said she oughta use a pen, it would help her, the theft was a gift in disguise. A chance to write properly, a chance to become productive, a chance to lose that fucking laptop reliant cant face reality mindset. Its very easy to think you are working when you aren`t, being productive when really you aren`t. The mind has a great way of tricking itself, like an ear will always try to hear in tune or in time, to make sense from disparate, dissonant elements. She said,

“What the f@#k do you know you`re hardly famous are you?”

No one worth a damn is doing anything for those reasons. She just couldn`t see the wood for the trees. It was no big deal but I`d just been on the television that week playing guitar besides…it didn’t mean a thing. I laughed again and left. It`s easy on a long journey like art or music or in developing your life`s work, your oeuvre, or discovering and beginning your mission to become waylaid by bad reasoning, to taste a bit of glory and start doing things for all the wrong reasons. If you are involved in something just for the glory, the fame, the gold and all that other “rockstar bullshit” you will probably fail. I spent the nineties working so damn hard and furiously towards some kind of selfish ego-driven success but it was only when I finally relaxed and started to do things for all the right, altruistic, selfless reasons that things started to come together. I started doing things for no reason at all in fact. I threw my ego away; smashed my old life and self to pieces, picked up the good bits and hit the road on a Kerouacian road trip mission of discovery with no real plan apart from the experience itself.

Well in an intense X day period in the studio with my producer I`ve managed to track 4 songs, using the unlikely combination of some very expensive Schoeps microphones, some incredibly expensive top end pro-tools hardware/software, a million dollar environment and a borrowed acoustic nylon string guitar worth around 50 bucks. But its a small step in the right direction….

think about  the land, sea, sky and people -  a more spiritual, pantheistic, platonic, people focused consciousness & life – moreover as an invaluable essence of the universal fabric…..Collaborative work on dreams is where it`s at.But not fluffy, blue sky immeasurable dreams that can never lead to fruition. BE surrounded by PEOPLE who actually care about you. People who are beautiful on the inside. You need to care very deeply about the people around you and also about yourself if you really want whatever you are doing to fly.If vague posturising, bandwagon jumping and self centred goals are what drives your vision, prepare yourself for failure….
mauriora