Hello all! I am an aspiring vocalist, filmmaker + writer. I hope you gain something personal + inspiring from my work here. You are also welcome to subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Ad-Libbing With The Zman.
Positives, Inspirations, Pleasures...
It is in the beginnings of the songs, in the midst of its performance on my senses, in the heat that rises in its wake, that thoughts truly reign supreme. Thoughts of how I see my loved ones through the lens of my heart and wisdom and wonder. I see them in every vision that rises before my eyes, in any atom of sight that glows off in the distance, in those far off buildings and sights where in my mind I see things happening, imagining some epic piece of life playing out. It could be at the hands of the fate of the Universe or some chapter in some grand journey. Either way, it is being unblinded to those invisible depths of thinking and perception that Heaven leads me to find. Through the pain that a beautiful instrumental, be it a phone alarm or something I come across in my musical discovery travels, brings to me imagine the loss of losing those loved ones one day by mortality requisite, or sights of them dancing along with me, silly in the grip of society's perceived filter, but a glorious hope of a Heaven--a party...endless even--that awaits us beyond these grips of grief-tinged points of cloying reality. I see them dancing, young and old alike, and I laugh with joy; laugh at how they move and flow with such finesse, and remind me, even, of how larger than age and life those young ones reveal to me in their actions at times. Form may be said to be unimportant, and it all changes, and is transformed forever, but their forms are still of importance to me. My heart and tears ache and flow at the sights of their possible flaws, and my mind sees those things and feels them within the loving filter and system that is me; that is the one who loves them and would take on their pain for them, more than I could and even beyond what is initially prevalent and possible. They are everything to me. Even if there is so much more I could get out of my life, any possibility that involves leaving their physical side or proximity brings me pause and a necessity within to avoid action and to nip it in the bud. You see in movies often that people go through journeys--heading off far from their homes--only to realize that what was most important to them was already there, waiting for them to come back home. Then again, it could be societal conditioning, or the beliefs of others that have overriden those moments of re-reflection and potential for change. Whether it is many manipulating causes that push me to choose to remain in the life exactly as it stands, or perhaps not, here is where I feel obligated to stay, suffering or otherwise. What the hell do I HAVE to go out there for? When all those things that my soul would yearn for if they passed in my absence, are already here and now? It is a continuing attempt at going through a process; of working by the inspiration of self-help materials and leaders, as I mentioned in the companion rant article that preceded this one today. Perhaps it is akin to this writing process, which requires me to fill out at least a minimum of 600 words before I can process this writing exercise, art piece, what have you. How far ahead do we have to write the story of our lives before we can get to the next chapter? After all, we can always write the same characters into our next one, can't we? Every journey has its main players, and secondary characters, and even cameos, all of whom could be present along the length of the saga. Perhaps its time I craft my autobiography in a way: of past, present, and potential future. Who knows? Maybe such a future will come true after all?
Some Of The Albums That Touched My Soul
I'm confident the real kickstart to my musical journey can be traced back to "Pure 80's", a CD I listened to at my father's house, long ago, on my Sony CD player. I became familiar with classic rock through my mother and father and their radios, but my interest wasn't truly satisfied until I heard a synthesizer used extensively. Those sounds touch me deeply. They are the gift that holds the key to enlightenment and the antidote to companionable pains and sorrows.
The Harbinger Of Dreams
As the peak of the Mountain approaches and my dream reaches its close, my eyes find more than I expected. Before me stands a vision, a solid contrast to the sundrenched snow. It dwarfs both the rising majesty and the dizzying drop of the slope with its unexpected disclosure. It is a dignitary, alien to all that has come to pass within the last half century.
Life Update In 600 Long Words
So I'm still not quite at that age-old crossroads yet in my life. I know that changes--cough, revisions--must be made, but I am lacking the internal drive to drop a yes-bomb on the things I want and to go from there, intelligently, and without regret.
Unique Perspectives Part II
1. No matter what you do, you do it for a reason that benefits you. Now, how it benefits you becomes as purely giving as can be depending on what part of you it satisfies. Whether you give to receive the open space for nurture, or whether you give to nurture another, context is the caveat. I suppose it only goes as far as what you are blind to about yourself and the "extents" of your influence within.
Here are 13 (or did you already guess that?) random concepts that have come to me in my travels. There provide a mere handful of the ideas that have inspired me with their pain and pleasure in those trying moments, and of those that were lost before they could be recorded.