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.
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