The Myth of The Triple Left Hand Masculine Force

THE RIGHT TRACK OF THE LEFT HAND

Evening arrived with the force of a thousand wands.
The Masculine force was the nicest force that night,
overshadowing the force french donut feminine, masculinity emanated from the presence of three left handed men:

From Left to Right. Stephen Mark Smith Troy Joseph Plemmons and Mattheu Jeffery

Here they are drinking French Appertif Wine at an alcohol percentage of 17%. They found brotherhood in the fact that their lives are dominated by usage of the left hand. When I took this picture, I knew there had to be a tarot card connection. By the time I had reached the Mississippi River bank with the three, I had an image of their similarity. Three fiery figures looking out onto the golden hued sea, watching Ships Come and Go. Even when the New Orleans night was thick and the river murky with barges, the lusty yellow of hot passion swept the dream away and coated the curvy body of water with joyous vision from the left handed gentlefolk. 

The three are alive and centered, ready for new hues of reality, yet grounded into the relationships and places that make sense and positive radiance. 

In the Three of Wands, we see the masculine figure gazing out onto the water basking in a yellow complacent color. He is surround by the golden triangle of his fire wands, but craves a gradual sense of travel and growth beyond the solid ground beneath him here. 

Next day, Stephen's left for Florida and Mattheu is gone to London, both stable traversees and seeking newness. Their reverberations have stuck around like energy efficient light bulbs, saturating the Head Quarters with the light myth of left hand Masculinity.

The Gembrokers Go Corporate

Seen here at N. Villere Street Backyard in New Orleans, the traveling Gembrokers put on a stellar performance.  News of their presence had traveled around the minds of many a New Orleanian, and culminated in a juicy gathering. There were french people, tall people, tired people, drunk people and stylish people listening and laughing. Two dogs were playing. The moon could be seen the east, risen in its almost fullness. I thought of them, having made it so far, returning home in their non-air-conitioned van. It was then that Amelia Baker announced to the crowd that, in fact, The Gembrokers are corporately owned by Diamond Brand. I felt such pride in the business, knowing that the words of so many beautiful songs are actually trademarked by this sparkling industry. 

Dogs. Are they worth it?

Diamond Brand's Stance on Dogs

The dog controversy has been a long standing issue here at DB HQ.

Dogs. Are they worth it?

The question has as many answers as there are dogs,

but one thing remains true the majority of the time.

Dogs are not that worth it. 

Here, we see a small abandoned puppy in my arms at the 

mildew record shop. One thing about this dog is that it was cute and nice.

That made the dog worth it. 

Until Stephen stepped in the dog's poop over by the lost 8 track Bachman Turner Overdrive rock section. That was when I remembered that dogs are 

CREEPY.

Stick with cats.

Love Diamond Brand. 

A Musical Situation. By Troy Plemmons.

A musical Situation.

As was journaled before, the Hi-Ho lounge on St. Claude does an open bluegrass jam every Monday. Tonight I showed up after Melanie Curran but it is better late than never. The first few songs nervously came out of my guitar (C,G,D)(E,A,E,E-,E,A) most of the ballads were either of Heaven, Stealin’ Women, death of loved ones, losing loved ones. Once the capos came out I had to watch the one man who played without one just to make sure I played the right notes. All of this is still very new for me. Feel it in your bones, under skin the words, the heartbreak, the rules of subtle unspoken understandings, the judgment barriers to break down shields to put up for protection. ALL music comprehension showing patience listening letting follow break through break out. Who gave a winkie dink look, fast times quicker than coffee. The rules I understand tell me to sing loud, from the heart eyes open and adjusting to the vibrational changes. This is a moment, a passing emotional sound. Go beyond the immediate smile the discomfort of leaving a known tune in a space of thought, fill the space with what is sought. Listen to your neighbors when they look at you in time it will make us cry, in time it makes us shine. Singing loud like our ancestors did who moved through this place curious as kids. There may be a gift in sight that will be gifted upon taking flight. To carry in the soul the will to be violent goes untold this is a sign that grieves like the surrendering of violet. To go sleeping with the horrid Whores is to give up to a life of chores, but if you have seen the night of a sneaky witch lit brothel it will grant you the duty of living for the cocktail. Now the squared up masters of the baby boom disaster placed me in the light of loose knits and laughter. Now I walk along the line of electric creation & corruption with a mind that’s pulsing with the hot lava of eruption. Inside this heart there is an explanation for this. A reason why I act complacent and resist. The mongers of disastrous beliefs who call UN tucked shirts the tails of loose risk perpetuate it. The only place that I know this to exist is above the ocean of salt in the sandy cliffs. I understand this underestimated risk of enlightened bliss. Don’t put me on trial I aint said a thing; just give me a fair warning before trying a funky thing. Its also believed that we must leave room to breathe, that way we can learn before our neighbors must leave. I don’t mind playing music with the short hairs, they just can’t mind playing music with me.

The Gembrokers

GEMS

3/4 OF THE GEMBROKERS AND STEPHEN SMITH

ST. Bernard Parish at Waffle House.

3/4 of the Gembrokers taking a nap

Theories of Aesthetic Refinement

It is the work of my generation.

A system has been built of pieces of aesthetic past. I have heard before that this fashion, here at the beginning of the second decade of the 21st century, is a hodgepodge jungle puzzle of all eras prior. I believe that this sense of “timelessness” is truer and truer in the sense that our cameras can turn any moment into a scene from the past. Through aged filters, my world can look like a nine-teen-thirties saloon. A Russian revolution hideout. A 70’s field of daisy-chains. Our screens comply with a sense of complete surrender to a feeling of era, the only thing grounding us in this century being presence of such ominous technologies. 

All is perfected. From the autotuned country singing pop star to the crustpunk trainhop ballad. It is important to note that, here in the age of Aesthetic Refinement, we are not only dealing with a over-edited mainstream airbrush style of perfection, but of a down-low organic homemade style of perfection.

Diamond Brand straddles the medium between the essence of why we desire a certain aesthetic/lifestyle and the acquiring of materials necessary to complete the chosen lifestyle. 

The Gembrokers are staying on my floor here in the Dilapidated Victorian Fg. 3. Aside from being harmonized works of personalized West Coast styles, they are also people. Something of their personhood is left in their remnants, which is most of what I know of them, as I have not been home much. I have been a Wingbroker, over at yonder Double Tree Hilton. I know them by their shedding leather instrument cases, hand embroidered floral print patches, bottles of grapefruit choice juice, green tea facial scrub, accordion case with lipstick popping out of the pocket, dental floss sewing, jar of strange hand-canned purple seeming root vegetables, large tour van from the year 1990, dreads poking out from under crocheted quilt, to-go cups lingering by the sink, sarong hanging from the shower rod and four separate hands reaching out into my line of vision containing the weight of four separate baubles,

rapped in a brassy art of wire

attractive in an Indian sort of way. 

The girls are brazen, journeying, They use the acoustics of the apartment with an intensity I respect and don’t understand. I am watching a lifestyle movie. A three dimensional documentary of what it is to be a traveling black lace banjo grunge band from the acoustic mist streets of armpit hair Santa Cruz. I am trying to suck the honey out, and put into perspective the many layers of American sensuousness.




THE GEMBROKERS
THE GEMBROKERS
THE GEMBROKERS
THE GEMBROKERS
THE GEMBROKERS
THE GEMBROKERS

Turquoise Dream Daddy

Deep in arrowhead canyon,
alone in the haunted wells of oasis arroyos
the sand flea sits with his back arched
hard with country music
with chinchilla fur epaulets and masses of leather
strung around his throbbing member
waiting for the branch of September
to swing and pummel him back to his lover
the Christmas of the Autumn
the humming of the river wide
the churning of the mother's breast
his tattooed maiden
his fairy tale rock keep
her, the engulfing waitress of simple clay
uniting with his underbelly someday
but for now,
she is with the Turquoise daddy
locked in a temple of holy fabric
and catholic chocolates
she is stretched on his ridges and blue yieldings
being fed dessert from the hands of holy water mermaids
deep in the caverns of the climate for cowboys
the maiden anticipates her lover's caress
and then the other lover's caress
and then more and more until the blue sky of grace and dignity
saturates the meaning of her flesh with
unbound gems and crystals of the vast expanse
she is rich with copper and diamond
she is cultured by strands and carats
she is made a gleaming idol in the miles of virtuous honey tundra
where her men keep her steamy through the seasons so dreamy.

Where do I work?

I spend many hours of the week here

wooing tourists for thick tips

I like when the line on the credit card receipt for "GRATUITY"

has a 10 written on it. 

5-20 dollars is a good tip. 

I sell people fried chicken smothered in one of 18 types of sauces.

On the menu, it says that the sauces are 

craved by the entire world.

"World" is an important word here at WOW Wingery where I waitress.

WOW is an acronym that stands for World of Wings.

Pretty amazing. 

That the world could be made of wings. 

HOW DID THE COMPANY BEGIN?

The Answer Lies in These Eyes

Not the black ones of the dog, but of Sophie's.

She is my true sister, my woman and business associate.

She is in Bellingham, dishwashing at a fine Italian 

Restaurant where, when I was just 18, I drank draught beer from an unmanned bar tap.

What is interesting, is that I went to this restaurant last night in my dream, 

to D'Annas.

I was looking for Sophie, who was hanging out in a parking lot outside by some pickups.

 Sophie and I began Diamond Brand out of a simple call, a thrust in the heart,

a dedication to simple pleasures in life and love. 

The company was conceived in a Net in Georgia. 

The Net was in the middle of a small lake,

and it held our bodies like the mother. 

Here, Nett and Anette Created Netlife.net a division of what would later become the

Diamond Brand Dynasty.

The Television Sitcom Series (TM) was entitled NETLIFE. It was within the 

scripts and plot-lines of our episodes that the morals of LIFESTYLE

were brought into perspective and rationalized for the public market. 

Diamond Brand Dauphine Bourgeois Benefit Photo Shoot Symposium

WHO IS MOLLY BAKER

At a public relations meeting this Spring at

the bar of Sages Brunch Cafe, Molly Baker

was appointed the Crystal Representative

of the West Coast Oracle of 

Diamond Brand. 

She is well suited for this position, having a 

mother in the jewelry market and a father 

in the deadhead status. 

Hailing from the Hills apart from the cluster of Los Angeles,

she taps into subtle realms of crystalline technology,

making the link between dimensions accessible for

our multi generational horizontal corporation. 

Her grace in dealing with chakra traffic has made the crystal/

new age spirituality transition an easier one for all of us 

here at the office. 

Fluent in the langauge of flowing natural fabrics, her fashion allows 

all hypno-radical transmissions to flow from the altered crystal 

state into the psycho-somatic realm of 

the watery baby land of 

bubble bath Armageddon of horse dream turquoise.

As this is the area where most of the stock trading occurs

for the company, Molly is well equipped to navigate

the celestial waters between the energetic and

the monetary. 

The Origins of Free Pile

THIS IS THE ORIGINS OF FREE PILE, THE UNDERGROUND 

SECRET OF THE FULL HOUSE LIFESTYLE

OLYMPIA WASHINGTON, 2011-2012

It may be thought that three women that lived together in Olympia, Washington are together in a band called Free Pile. And this thought is trueThis musical ensemble consists of Myself, Melanie Curran, Molly B Baker and Alexa Andrina Ryle. Looking back into the wells of history and discover that a few things are evident. Any music sung by Bob Dylan and The Band is not only important, but worth singing again. It is with this attitude that Free Pile was carried into full, total under the radar, mosslike glory. In this way, Free Pile is one of the main soundtracks to the Diamond Brand Lifestyle.
The three women shown in this short video are carrying on the three part harmony Band covering lifestyle in rainbow wardrobes. As they are Free Pile's female predecessors, it is important that we showcase them here.
To listen to the music of the Free Pile is to accept that sometimes the radio plays good music. It is to accept the winemaking side of the Diamond Brand enigma, the chore wheel, the master cleanse. It is to accept the mold growing on leather, the grey forever weather and the sheer immensity of a thousand Take a Listen

TROY PLEMMONS

DIAMOND BRAND UNDERWATER SUNFLOWER AMBASSADOR

When We stop to think of Troy, we think of a beautiful prairie 

Full of Robert Plant's Plants

exploding generously out of fine orifices 

caverns of gelatin acoustics

He is our man, 

in cell phone and letter

that keeps the cottons flowing together

Under seas of violet orange 

he drives through down town with 

one hundered dollar bills 

waving around his hips and flying around his sunglass

He is the one that will thrive 

when the world is only light

because he is Jerry Garcia's atomizer

Jerry's friend in yogurt production

and Oregonian soda pop pleasure

I love him. Thanks for being an ambassador.