Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Permanent Eclipse

Other people

Have to be stupid
So I can be smart
They make all the garbage
I make all the art
They have no conscience
They have no heart

Other people

Don't know my game
Don't know how to play
I set the rules
There's no other way
Kill them with kindness
And then make them pay

Other people

Are works in progress
I'm already done
Don't mess with perfection
I've already won
I've frozen the moon
To block out the sun.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

In the jungle, the Microsoft jungle


In the jungle, the Microsoft jungle,
A developer works tonight.
He is burning the midnight oil,
Because the schedule's so tight.

Oooooweeee, oooooummmm,
A week away….

Creature from the Black Lagoon


Once upon a time there was a creature
That they said lived in the Black Lagoon.
I remember how we paddled up the river
And shot at something big with our harpoon.

A monster with sharp claws came rushing towards us.
It grabbed my friend and broke his neck in two.
How I wish we'd listened to the warnings
'cause now were swimming in this monster stew.

It had scaly skin
And a dorsal fin
But walked upright, as if it were a man.
It moved really slow
But there was nowhere to go...
It was really scary, understand?
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Oh yes, the creature was from the Black Lagoon.

Connect the dots


Open up the floodgates
Let out the memories
Let out the feelings
Let out the thoughts

Pay attention
Connect the dots.
Where there's an ocean
There's bound to be notions of
Seaside and up and down
Groundside and all around
You

What if the reason
Has gone out of season now
Flying away and gone
Dreaming a colorful
Song

How will the ways
In the maze of the days become
Without another thought
Caught in a web of free
Light

When there's a moment
Forever is nothing
Accept everything you hear
Don't mean a thing you fear
You hear a ringing sound
Swing on the swing around
Nothing is wrong inside
It's just a song alive
Banging the gong arrive
Channel along and drive

Who would you go with
If you could go with them to
Outer infinity
Inner affinity
Space.

Travelling mindwave
A consciousness highway through
All twist and turn along
Follow the yellow brick
Road.

Brambles grow wary
Machettes are scary they
Hack all the time away
Keep out no trespassing
Here.

Birds of a feather
They all come together when
Having a sing-along
They like to fly and dance
Spreading their wings a bit
Sometimes they have a fit
Then they just shake it off
Present, they take aloft
Flying above the land
Smaller than grains of sand.

O

Mark_094

It's time to recognize
I am who I am
I can't hide my feelings from...
will you understand?

There is so much more in life
Tu a me adore
Like the moon upon my heart,
Wave upon my shore.


Gray skies

On these gray sky days I sometimes find myself unconsciously avoiding looking off into the distance just so I don't see how far I can't see. When I do look, I see the beauty of the clouds and the wet terrain. "Wet terrain" is an interesting combination of words.

If You Got Everything

If you got everything you want
Would you need anything at all?
Maybe it's not so extreme,
Why you calling short tall?

If you really have all the answers,
Whisper them in my ear,
But make sure that you edit out,
Make all your fear disappear

At least as well as you're able
That should be quiet enough
For the largest ears in the universe
You gotta believe they are tough!


We've all tuned our spiritual radios -- our egos -- into this base level Earth reality. We think we want to blast off into space. Explore the unknown. Leave behind the dust and detritus, the trash we created, the expenses we paid, for our grand experiments. Cast off the cocoon. Grow from humanity's childish phase into a pure child. Untarnished by our past experiences.

Once you reach a certain age, you think you know what you want. Time is a precious resource. How you fill it defines your life in this three dimensional reality. Sometimes that means that you, that is your ego, close your mind to other possibilities.

Take things up a notch, dimensionally speaking. Obtain a meta overview of your life and decisions. Find presence. There are many great teachers of presence: authors, artists, people that share themselves.

One of the greatest teachers is yourself. Breathe and become your breath. Dance and become the dance. You have just taught yourself. Everyone has experienced this in some aspect of their lives. Be so passionate you become your passion. Pray so strongly you become the prayer. Abandon yourself to your higher self. Feel how you are part of Creation. Share yourself with Yourself.

Embrace the new. Forge a way forward by improving the existing. Clean up the mess.

Time is just one dimension of many. A timeline is one line of many. How many is infinite? No many. All many. Many many many. After a while, the word many looks fany. I mean funny. Munny.

This message has been brought to you by my early morning brain. Tune in post coffee for further pontifications.

Boogie Dog

Wrote this in early 2002:

Boogie Dog over mirrors fly
The same old way you always try
To get the speed to get so high
You can't see anything but sky.

You almost made it
And tripped the light fantastic
But you couldn't take it
And now your plans are getting drastic.

Boogie Dog you've gone too far
You've left behind all that you are
There's only yourself left to spar
Time to belly on up to the bar

And now you've made it
You're tripping the light fantastic

You're flying through the darkest cloud
The thunder rolls into a sound
That makes your head spin all around
Your pressure rises by the pound
You've become the Boogie Hound.

Boogie Dog watch the setting sun
There's lots to do before you're done
Get ready now to have some fun
It's time to claim the prize you've won.

Tell him what he's won Bob.
"He's won pretty colors,
Colors that swirl and move to the sound of any rhythm he thinks of.
And, he's won a new,... brain!"

Old myspace music

Looks like I still have some music on myspace from many years ago: https://myspace.com/realitymusicshow/music/songs

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Happy Together

This is my version of The Turtle's song. I've changed some of the words around to reflect time, tense, and the fact that most of us have more than one significant relationship in our lives. Therefore, some of the "you" lyrics can be plural. There's an example of Chris and I experimenting with this song (and messing up a lot) here.

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the ones you love and hold them tight
So happy together

If I should call you up, invest the time
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
If only you would say to me that you are mine
So happy together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all our lives
Baby when you're with me the skies'll be blue
For all our lives

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The chance is that for me and you, and you and me,
We're happy together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all our lives
Baby when you're with me the skies'll be blue
For all our lives

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they'll toss the dice, and it'll have to be
The chance is that for me and you, and you and me,
We'll be happy together

Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be
The chance was that for me and you, and you and me,
Were happy together

So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We're happy together
So happy together
Happy together
So happy together
So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Acoustic guitar and yoga

In my early twenties, I read an article in a Guitar Player magazine about unfortunate guitarists getting something called "carpal tunnel syndrome." This condition causes pain and numbness in the hands and fingers, and can debilitate a guitarist's playing ability.

I remember how thankful I was not to suffer from that condition. Until my late twenties, that is, when I became a computer programmer by trade. It seemed that my wrists could do one of two things if I was to avoid carpal tunnel syndrome. Either play guitar. Or type on a keyboard for several hours a day, which was a requirement of my paying job.

Many nights I would wake in the middle of the night with numbness starting at the tips of my left hand’s little and ring fingers. If I ignored this sign and continued typing on a computer keyboard for several hours a day and playing guitar, the next night that numbness would be a little higher in my wrist, then my arm, then my shoulder, then my other arm, until I woke in the middle of the night with no feeling in either of my arms. Both, completely cold, clammy, and dead weight. My arms would be paralyzed. I would have to sit up and shake my arms using my torso until they would finally wake up. Not with a tingling, like when a limb “falls asleep” which everyone experiences, but rather they would simply start feeling again. I would be able to move them again.

Take it from me, it is very frightening to wake in the middle of the night and not be able to feel or move your arms. It was strong motivation to either stop playing guitar or stop typing on a computer keyboard for several hours a day. As much as I love the former, the latter is what pays my bills, and is what I chose. Once in a while, I would try to add playing guitar back into my life. I’d try to play just a little bit, adding a little bit more each day, but over and over the carpal tunnel symptoms would reappear.

I've always had a strong interest in Chinese martial arts and qigong, and have studied tai chi, bagua, xingyi, and many qigong forms over the past twenty+ years. I’d also dabbled in yoga now and then, but only in the last couple months have I begun practicing yoga on a regular and frequent basis.

Already, since starting to regularly practice yoga, I can play acoustic guitar again. Every day, my playing becomes stronger. There have been no signs of carpal tunnel syndrome. Knock on wood! I know I shouldn't be superstitious, but it really scares and freaks me out to admit this positive news. I am so incredibly thankful. I sincerely and humbly pray that I can keep this benefit, that I can keep playing my guitar for longer and longer periods of time, and still be able to program computer software because, yes, I've loved computers and computer programming since I was 8 years old. I've loved music all my life.

When I tell people I’m a musician, many times they think that means I’m saying I’m a professional musician. That I make my living making music. In high school, I would frequently fantasize about that, while my parents would gently guide me back on a course to a technical profession. My grades were always high, especially in math and science, and it seemed a natural progression to go to GA Tech and study Electrical Engineering. Actually, I started as Undecided Engineering, but since I had my first electrical set at a young age, I thought electric circuits were fascinating and exciting. Since GA Tech didn't offer a Computer Science degree at the time, I chose Electrical Engineering, since it offered a lot of computer related courses.

I learned to integrate flux capacitance, measure electron and hole flow across doped substrates, analyze stationary and dynamic object motion, build logic gates, code a software compiler, and how to go out drinking too often, skip classes, sometimes drop classes that I skipped too much, and play the “I don’t want to get shafted” game along with my peers, while maintaining a high GPA (mostly due to almost straight A’s in math) and graduating with honor.

When I say that I’m a musician, what I mean is that music is how I think, how I express myself, and how I relate to others. I love listening to music. I love dancing to music. I love playing music. I play other instruments besides guitar. I had to, since guitar was out of the picture for so many years. Piano doesn't give me carpal tunnel symptoms. I've never been as good at piano, but I do love playing it. I picked up other instruments: drums (sometimes causes carpal tunnel), harmonica (my breathing isn't compatible with it somehow), saxophone (I love playing it, but have very little skill and no time to practice now that I can play acoustic guitar again), accordion (fun, but again I don’t play it enough to get very good), singing (usually only to myself), and electronic instruments and compositions.

I've been so happy to play acoustic guitar again. I would like to thank my yoga teachers at Community Fitness. You are all beautiful people and I am beyond thankful for your classes. May I be happy. May I be healthy in body and mind. May I be safe from inner and outer harm. May I live with ease and well being  May you be happy. May you be healthy in body and mind. May you be safe from inner and outer harm. May you live with ease and well being. Namaste.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

This is This

RMS_001 @ 9:00 Tremolo strings, interval leaps

This is this
And this is this
And this couldn't be more this
Than this is right now.
Right here.

This is still.
And this is moving.
And this is as this
As this can be at this moment
Right now.

That is that
That is as that as that can be.
That is as that as that can be
At that moment that
That occurred.

Those are a little confused
And they are affecting others around them.
It's amazing how confusion does that.
Or is it this?

Is this as this as this can be?
Is that thater than that was before?
Are those thosers than those? Were those before?
Are those the thosest those could ever be?


Comfortable Hate


You could say a million ways that
you have changed when you have stayed the same.

You could say a thousand times how
much you care and then you run away.

You could go a hundred places
and to you they would all be alike.

You could stay here in the dark with 
only a faint hope to light a spark.

Get comfortable and don't let go
Hold on fast, resist the flow
Don't worry that you'll never know
You've made hate the status quo.

You might play a game and when 
you win or lose you'll be glad that it's done.

You might search for something and
find out it is not what you really want.

You might turn a corner only to
wish you had gone straight.

You might find out the truth
after it's much too late.

Poem for Mark Nichols

After listening to Mark's post http://www.thereallybig.com/julieandmark/ I wrote him this reply.

Mark. Just finished listening to rest of the pieces on the page. Really great. I love the sense of humor, clever lyrics, outstanding performances. Adequate instrumentation ;) gets the point across. 

Julie Lewis. Wow, what a voice! I find my mouth opening wide on its own accord as I listen, wishing those sounds were coming out of me.

Please accept as a gift this poem I wrote between listening to the songs. There is a reference in it to my favorite rock fable that I'd like to take my boy to see in ten years or so. He's a very sensitive seven year old, so I'm taking it slow while exposing him to my favorite artistic works. Trying my best to let him grow up with a sense of security before he learns too much about the real world too quickly. Kids ask deep questions, right? Luckily he still accepts "you're not old enough for this yet."

We pay with pain in this 
worrisome world shall we 
share it all with our
flags unfurled? We 

play our games, we
name our names, and
it all ends so
suddenly.

It all ends so 
suddenly.

The strife in life can
never by "cured", 
in one word let's
call it "absurd," to

think for a moment that you
matter at all, you 
wonder how long and how
hard you will fall.

It all ends so
suddenly.

Don't'cha just love when the
story ends well? 
It sure beats a one-way
ticket to hell.

Little boys and girls are
failing in school. 
Fate stole their chance to
break any rules.

It all ends so 
suddenly.

Monster on the playground
defender on the right
black hole in the middle
consuming all the light.

A galaxy surrounds it; a
spinning whipping tail
contains a yellow sun with many
folks that aren't too well.

The monster's moving in now
grasping with its claws
ignoring all our protests
disobeying its own laws. The

gravity of the situation
goes beyond control, there's
only one way left to go and that's
down the rabbit hole.


We're given life in this
mysterious world. The
golden trumpet heralding our
flags unfurled.

What lays on the other side is
already there.
This side is what matters now
don't forget to care because

It all ends so 
suddenly.


Friday, February 3, 2012

Reality Music Show #82: Chris's Trip

Had a great time recording our improvised music show last night.

RMS_Episode_082 Chris's Trip

Me: piano, guitar, vocals
Chris: synth, vocals, story

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Bamboozled

This is as much of a meme as there could bebe, playing guitar, bass, piano, and djembe.
Bamboozled

Thursday, December 8, 2011

My dreams have changed


My dreams have changed
I've rearranged them
Once upon a time
Has come and gone

For so long
You've been mine
Best friends forever then
Everything else changed

My body lies over an ocean of stars


My body lies over an ocean of stars
My eyes are a galaxy focused on mars
My thoughts are the tendrils of light on your face
Whenever you stare far and deep into space.