www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSveBSRshFM
Maxima: Queen of Almerac …. that fucked with my head. HARD. My intoxicated masque of insecurity reared it’s head. The child is locked away only to be released another day to play.
“You can’t wrap your arms around a memory” was the last thing I recalled writing, or did write before the tequila took hold.
The Greater Wrong of the Right. Set me free. I know where I went. And I met the neighbors that walk the hall. There are five.
My head is fucked because I know.
I’d rather not
And I should have taken my Ambien.
There will be words, and there will be many pictures that scream words. I am still winding down from a mindblowing experience. Oddly enogh, this story begins and ends the same way.
Hold on, it’s coming! - alex
(special thanks for Holly for cleaning up the photos and for the camera. She wasn’t there in person, but remains in the hearts of the crew)
Deviant Bookends!
“It’s a pity if someone… has to console himself for the wreck of his days with the notion that somehow his voice, his work embodies the deepest, most obscure, freshest, rawest oyster of reality in the unfathomable refrigerator of the heart’s ocean, but I am such a one, and there you have it. … It is really amazing how famous I am to those few who truly comprehend what I’m about. I am the Voice of Suffering and I cannot be consoled “
- Leonard Cohen
Indeed I’ve taken a brief hiatus from rock n roll. I needed it. It has not something in my life that is as easy as the show being over when the curtain is drawn. Ya’ know I must join in the encore that too many do not have the pleasure of taking part in. And I, for the better part of a decade, have been right here to share those tales with you.
Fear not I poised pay my dues at the shows I prefer, as they are returning, again. Danzig, ?AC/DC?, Ogre of Skinny Puppy. It must be autumn in Chicago. And certainly there is a part of me that is more than excited. Afterall, why just go to a show for the sake of the show itself?
Hell hath no fury like the wrath of a ‘beast caged in the heart of the city’. And yes reader, the lion roars again. Though I shall not bore your with the illicit and explicit details of my releasing of energy. I am enjoying my home and what I’ve surrounded myself with over the last few years, as well as those of my choosing. The Phoenix is released, hungry again, my demons set free another day to play.
This particular cool and crisp evening begins my extended weekend brings another grande adventure. And I will lay out the details here Tuesday if I return in one piece. The writer will be in good company and exploring something new again. Call it making up for lost time, or rediscovering the person I left behind, call it what you will, just don’t call it hopeless wandering. Because it’s never been about that.
I just lost my voice for awhile.
And now that I’ve tripped over it, (I almost forgot how loud it was) and taken a dive down the long stairwell, I recall something I scrawled in silver pen, that doesn’t really seem like a lifetime ago.
“It’s not so easy to find someone
Who is not afraid of the dark
To conquer night and cherish the moons glow
It’s not so easy to find someone that is not afraid of the scars
On my heart, on mind, and on my soul
For it is those scars that make me appreciate true beauty,
True friendship, and the possibility of true love
It’s not so easy to find someone to see in the dark
To feel in the dark and to love in the dark
Yet it’s easier to be alone in the dark
Than it is to be alone, and know you’re alone in the light”
In The Dark – AZ
Now lets turn it up to 11 !
“Carpe Nocturne ! Carpe Diem !
Feras placat musica !”
- Alex
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.