Come find me at MEGACON
Come find me at MEGACON
~Great talent, the mighty lead man from Soundgarden and AudioSlave lead singer is gone and here are my thoughts:
Most people in poor neighborhoods don’t have access to Psychotropic Drugs, but Rock Stars like: Prince, Elvis and Chris have plenty of money and access to all the new magical pills to help balance your mood and kill the artist. We know more about black holes than the human brain. I feel like we are monkeys in labs making drugs to help you make sense of life, with no complete knowledge of the true science behind the chemical potions we induce to be simply, happy. Drugs do not cure drugs or bring Santa early. Read the labels on everything and you might find the omnipotent side effects any pharmaceutical drug contains, it is written: why is anyone surprised?
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was to convince the world he didn’t exist.
It is all right in front of you!
Here is a new jolly spooky tune: Halloween is my favorite time to reflect and zap things together. Just remember: do your thing, blend, create, dream, and stop when you want. Rules don’t apply to my music and artwork, so enjoy, shine or change.
No matter, there is always moonlight above the clouds.
Scheduled to create mighty #Optivion sonic waves at the intergalactic Burningman.
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Download new single : The Exit and The Road
Transforming coffee in to poems,
ideas into paintings while melodies become birds.
A Happy birthday, zappy birthday to a brand new year. Wishing all a great luminous year. Create your environment with small blossoming dreams, make a sound you haven’t heard before and put it on the mix. Draw birds and nebulas and paint with your fingers, blindfolded.
Most importantly be kind to others.
Musicians Wanted: Great fun at WMNF. 88.5
‘Protect Again’ from the album Free Unicorn, Download on iTunes and enjoy coke!
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A lion sleeps on
The dream evolves naturally blue
The sound slowly drifts
It was simply my harmonica!
(The atmosphere in Mars is less than 1% of Earth’s, so it is quite hard to play a tune!)
Haiku for Wednesday
Past the stars
palms, rain screams in grace
with no streets to fold.
I heard the call from the Burning Man in the strange Nevada desert. I remember the sudden heat, the dry spell and the traffic made of steel carriages marching like a flock of retarded steampunk turtles in to the Black Rock City. Like Mad Max I seem like a dystopian action figure trying to find the path beyond the thirsty cracks.
Through the colorful trip I watched naked girls bathing in small yellow dunes and the gestures of metal skeletons and belly dancers passing by. The need of water was a reminder of my humanity, but I was happy that my black and white striped bicycle made it through the mystical dust storms. Who could forget the initiation in to a wondering cyberpunk clan that found me upside down tuning my guitar and the smell of peyote gears hovering early in the morning as the frantic vivid rainbows drove me deep in to sleep late at night!
The silent alien cargo cult was hidden very well. The mechanical drums blasting from smelly tents made smoke signals in to the night and the neon ropes called the rhythms of forgotten language. On the night of my performance I stepped in to a dream sequence I don’t soundly recall. Out of all the fire balls, the madness and the robotic dances, I thought I saw Sean “Diddy” Combs beyond the baking playa, rising from a golden commercial pyramid with a small army of rappers ready to colonize the desert. It was an interesting dream and it was fun, but once down the desert hole is quite enough!
The Moon and The Mermaid.
Also available as a a Mermaid Magical Mug!
I have heard the mermaids calling mostly on cold winter days
When you swim in to the current and cast your net in to their nest.
Gently breathing underwater looking for lost treasure chests
Glaring at Atlantis’s warning through Poseidon’s mighty breath.
Old reactors gushing fire as silent dolphins wept
Remembering all the crimson pirates who fell over stormy decks.
Too deep for modern fisherman, sonar scans or GPS
For only sailors from The last age knew their uncanny dwelling place.
Click for Free Mp3 Download here: MTV/OPTIVION
~ I’m currently working on a new album, and this is the first single!
~La Musica es el Idioma Universal !!
White Wind is in the open.
Lucky juncture from above-
I daresay, found the falcon.
Persuaded on the reach-
Fierce and candid tone.
The set is on concrete, remember the pipes.
Spring Feathers in the words.
Lantern precious on the keys-
I daresay, in the plot.
Peach on the table-
February and citrus taste.
Pack and move on.
While thus to sleep will have a dream,
Polish mercury with ink.
Sit and elect the next stroke.
The waves ferocious.
Creativity should never end. ♬ﾟ♬ﾟ♬ﾟ
El lanzamiento de mi robot en misión a Marte.