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postcard sorceress: 7-year reflection

My mother is Venezuelan. I spent a fair amount of time in Caracas as a kid, and then other parts of Latin America at various points of my life. When you put a fair amount of distance between yourself and your home, you learn that there are courageous and discarded lives anywhere you go, across diverse economic and political strata.

One thing I’ve come to admire in Latin American people is their unwavering capacity to hope. In even the most challenging grinding circumstances, I’ve seen Latin Americans demonstrate hope in the face of the blackest darkness, in a way that seems particular to the culture. I once asked a friend in Mexico about this and he said this arises from the semantics of Spanish, where to be “hopeless is to be dead.” There’s little language in Latin culture for the gray area in between hopelessness and not-living. “No one here,” he told me, “has a lifeless smile.” That is to say despair is big south of our border, but not hopelessness. We could learn a lot from that.

I penned “Postcard Sorceress,” the only Spanish song I’ve written and recorded, seven years ago today in 2009. My 2010 record Hola Sayulita contained both the English and the Spanish versions. What would happen, I asked myself, if hopelessness gripped someone in a place where there’s no language for hopelessness?

In the track, the protagonist Nina is a poor jewelry maker for tourists in the surfing town of Punta Mita, on the Pacific coast of Mexico. A few years prior, she was violated by a gang called The Scorpions, bore a daughter as result and took a train as far west as she could go to find a better life. While working out of the Cafe Revolution, she sees every day a jungle Bruja’s weathered advertisement on a wall behind a postcard rack. Eventually, in a bleak moment of desperation, she leaves her daughter with a neighbor, packs some money, cigarettes and her grandmother’s knife, and wanders off into the rain forest hills in search of the Bruja to alleviate her pain. After finding the Bruja, Nina decides to spare her daughter a life of witnessing a mother’s suffering and allows the jungle sorceress to use the knife to mix an elixir that drugs Nina into an eternal dreamless sleep.

(English)

(Spanish)

I thought about Nina a lot last night into today, as I was overruled by people who gave in to panic and abandoned an 8-year fight for justice, for which I was both spearhead and figurehead. I was powerless to stop them and attempts to highlight their misguided decisions were pointless, as even the most resolute and rational calm will never be louder than their fears. Nina’s eternal dreamless sleep sounds pretty good about now. Hell, I’ll take one good night’s sleep. I wish I had the faith of my mother. Genetics, unfortunately, does not pass down perspective, only chemistry.

Sleep well, Nina. The world is not better off without you, no matter what your Bruja told you.

:^D


Infinite Destination: A Story Of Us

Infinite Destination off Hola, Sayulita! (bandcamp | cdbaby | spotify | itunes) and Reflected.10×10 (bandcamp | freemusicarchive) finds perfect traveling companions in the writers of roughontheroad.com, an engaging, open-hearted chronicle of a wandering, motorcycle-driven life.

Motorcyclists gravitate towards my tracks for their videos. Hopefully they find in my writing kindred spirits of independence and open roads.

YouTube liner notes:

Published on Jan 23, 2016
We – Greg Stone and Jessica Ferndriger – are international aid workers and motorcycle travelers. We met in South Sudan, moved to Liberia, embarked on an eight month motorcycle trip from Canada to Chile, and we ride our BMW GS motorbikes daily for commuting and travel. Visit us at www.roughontheroad.com.

Music: “Infinite Destination” by Westy Reflector

Source Track:



infinite destination: marguerite travelogue


Infinite Destination [off Hola, Sayulita! (2010) and Reflected.10×10 (2012)] fittingly soundtracks an elegant personal travelogue by a couple of beautiful strangers.

A Year In Travel | 2014 from Adina Marguerite.

From Washington State to Portugal and many places in between, we've had a fantastic year of traveling in 2014. We hope you enjoy this compilation of some of our favorite places and outtakes which didn't quite make the cut into our trip videos through out the year.

Camera Equipment: Filmed with Canon T5i with a Canon STM 18-135mm lens & a Canon EF-S 10-22mm f/3.5-4.5, a Canon S100, and a GoPro.
Gear: GlideCam and Manfrotto Tripod
Music: Infinite Destination by Westy Reflector


creative [pretty blossoms] commons

Romanian fashion/style bloggers The Pretty Blossoms make themselves up to three of my tracks in this vid: Windfall, Always In The Sky and Sayulita. So xclnt to see Sayulita out in the world. Very meaningful song to me.

Published on Nov 1, 2014
Blog: http://www.theprettyblossoms.com
Instagram: http://instagram.com/theprettyblossoms
Pagina de FB: https://www.facebook.com/ThePrettyBlossoms
Mail: theprettyblossoms@yahoo.com

Produse folosite:

MUA Undress Me Too
Pensule MAC 239, 217, 224, 219 si Real Techniques Multi Task
MAC Painterly Paint Pot
Creion Khol&Contour Bourjois in nuanta 03 Brun Expressif
Maybelline The Colossal Volum’ Express
Givenchy 102 Beige Plume
Illamasqua Brow Cake Gaze
MAC Blushcreme Ladyblush

Music:
Westy Reflector – Windfall
Westy Reflector – Always in the Sky
Westy Reflector – Sayulita


man again: carrot cake (w/ chocolate)

Torrada Torrada (“Toast! Toast!”) is a Brazilian cooking show hosted by Luanda Gazoni. Two weeks ago, they used my track ok off of Hola, Sayulita! and Reflected.10×10 as a soundtrack to making perfect fluffy rice (vid embedded below, too). This time, Man Again, the Free Music Archive bonus track off Transient Lines, serves as a soundtrack to the creation of a carrot cake with chocolate ganache icing (recipe in Portuguese).

I {heart} everything about these, and it’s exactly why I release so much music under Creative Commons licenses now.

Torrada! Torrada!
torradatorrada.com
youtube.com/user/torradatorrada/featured
twitter.com/luandagazoni


ok: fluffy rice

Torrada Torrada (“Toast! Toast!”) is a Brazilian cooking show hosted by Luanda Gazoni. In a 100% fun creative commons usage, my track ok off of Hola, Sayulita! and Reflected.10×10 soundtracks how to make perfect fluffy rice.

ok is a dance(able) track dedicated to friends far and wide. Food and friends are so often synonymous, so this is a wonderful fit.

when you send light into the world
it scatters and reflects
but it never dies

Torrada! Torrada!
torradatorrada.com
youtube.com/user/torradatorrada/featured
twitter.com/luandagazoni


[vid] today i am not turning on the radio

Today I Am Not Turning On The Radio from Westy Reflector

with the kentile sign coming down, figured i’d revisit this lo-fi vid from 2011. shot w/ a nikon d90 during that year’s reconstruction of the smith/9th subway station from a manhattan-bound f-train. the video runs in reverse. coney-island bound is the other side of the tracks. everything about this track is inside out, tho, so it fit.


beautiful blurs

My wife, Cat, is an xclnt, award-winning film & tv costume designer, and my front row seat to her work is electrifying and teeming with inspiration. That said, her job takes her away from me, sometimes quite distant, for very long stretches.

When she filmed Kill Bill in 2002, she shuttled between Los Angeles, Tokyo and Beijing for 8 months, came home to NYC for 1 week and then went to Mexico and LA for 3 more months. During that production, including the 7 days she was home, we saw each other a grand total of 23 days. Most of her jobs aren’t that far-flung, but even when she works close by for a few months, as she did in Boston on last year’s The Heat, seeing her often, or at all, is always difficult. Now, Cat is again away – this time in New Orleans until July on a film called Untitled Texas Buddy Comedy.

Longing is as much a process as an emotion. You can miss something, or someone, without longing for it, or her, or him. Once the longing sets in, though, that’s where the heartbreak starts. Collected here are tracks I’ve written over the last 10 years to deal with various states of longing. In these songs, I see evolution, but also constant threads, in my perspective on Cat’s absences. If you’ve ever longed for someone – or some time or place or thing – you’ll relate.

You and I never get enough
Time to make
More than a beautiful blur


#lightwalkers


sayulita-mosaic1


Late one late December day in the late ’00s, on a new-mooned new-years evenight in the Mexican-not-Mayan Riviera, a small vacation coven gathered under soft starlight, poolside on a bluff overlooking an inking Pacific Ocean. As the group’s just-like-grandma’s cake started to kick in, Orion turned away from Earth for a few moments and a twinge of lawlessness neuroscaped through them one by one, in a cascade.

“Something big needs to happen in secret,” Har Mar said to me as the last strains of his (at that point, unreleased) danceblast, Dark Touches, echoed from a boomboxpod by the pool.

“Let’s steal a star,” I said. “Ever done that, Kingpin?”

Har Mar looked off to the side for a split second, then back at me. He brought his hand to his chin and put his forefinger on his lips in a serious gaze. Then he cracked himself up.

Since neither of us wanted to amplify the Ultraviolence-Of-Tuohy caused by Orion’s absence, we vapored the party to the outshadows of our rental compound’s porch lights, away from our crew’s nightly “reflection circle,” to get tiny. We found ourselves slowstrolling a fire-ant field astride the ocean bluff. After a few minutes walking into the darkdark, without missing a beat, Har Mar turned to me, winked, reached up into the sky and stole a star from Orion’s belt.

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AustinTown (inst.) [disquiet0042-naivemelody]

PROCESS:
The instrument I have played for the longest time is a 1965 Framus 5/59-525 Sorella thinline. My dad bought it for $12 at a garage sale in 1982 and told me, “Make this sound like you mean it and we’ll see about getting you a nicer guitar.” Despite her given name, I call her Stella (though she’s not to be confused with Framus’s same-era Stella archtop line). Through the years, she fell into a state of unplayability, so in 2003 I brought her to Paul Schwartz of Peekamoose Guitars (www.peekamoose.com), who plugged it in, laughed his ass off and said, “Why not? Let’s make her sing again.” Paul took a couple months and reworked her into a ridiculous time warp. The wiring needed some updating, but the pickups, fretting, sunburst finish, inlays, etc are all still original. The bridge, also original, is not fixed to the body, so if she’s strummed too hard, the intonation goes all over the place, but that’s part of the charm. Tonight, I plugged Stella into a Line-6 Pod-XT emulator of a ’64 blackface Fender Deluxe Reverb and put a slight plate echo on the affair for the tone here.

The instrument I have played for the least amount of time is my iPhone AniMoog app. I always wanted a Moog and for $9.99, I’m carrying one around in my pocket since about May. I’ve used it in some other Junto projects and also in a track I recorded this past summer called “The 12th Step.” Still just scratching the surface of it, though, and really just jabbing at it, hoping my fingers don’t hit too many keys. The iPhone is okay for typing language, but it’s a terrible musical keyboard. On the other hand, there’s something about being restricted to 2 octaves and 1 hand that heightens the naivete, so it seems to fit the assignment.

The track itself is a loose strum of my song “AustinTown” (thereflectors.bandcamp.com/track/austintown) which appeared on my 2010 record “Hola, Sayulita” (thereflectors.bandcamp.com/album/hola-sayulita). I traveled through Austintown, Ohio, during the 2004 election cycle and I wrote the lyrics and music in a Best Western off Route 80, with a view across the highway of the town’s Quaker Steak ‘n Lube. It’s a song about the elusiveness of truth, the nature of political language and the complexity of growing up. Though it’s pretty nihilistic, it helps me find my innocence whenever I play it. Sorry it’s 8 secs too long.

PROJECT:
Employ just two instruments in the production of this week’s track: (1) the instrument you have used for the longest period of time and (2) the instrument in your possession that is newest to you. You’ll record a backing track with the oldest instrument, and overlay on it a simple melody of your choosing performed on the newest instrument.

Definition: The term “instrument” can be interpreted as broadly as you’d like; ultimately this is a project about the restraints inherent in the gadgets, tools, and software that you have obtained or created.

Background: The inspiration for this project is the song “This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)” by the band Talking Heads off the album Speaking in Tongues. For that song, the band members traded instruments, each playing something they were significantly less familiar with than the instrument they normally performed on.

Restrictions: Any source material, any instrumentation, except the human voice.

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More on this 42nd Disquiet Junto project at:
disquiet.com/2012/10/18/disquiet0042-naivemelody/ ;

More details on the Disquiet Junto at:
soundcloud.com/groups/disquiet-junto/info


Hola, Sayulita!

Infinite Destination
Today I Am Not Turning On The Radio
Zipline
Postcard Sorceress
Drink In The Sky
Only Falling Rain
ok
AustinTown
Sayulita
b. Bruja Tarjeta Postales
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Infinite Destination

Please, don’t end world.

Desert sunrise six twenty one
Rising just like fate
Baby you know this is never the end
If you trust the world

All I can do is smile
As you soften your eyes
And draw curves with your questions
‘Til there’s nothing left to say but someday

Infinite destination
You’re every dream I ever had
We’re just pilgrims dancing unstuck in time
Infinite destination
Any life you can have
Dancing forever free from time

The future has its enemies, too
They don’t like people like me; they don’t like people like you
In other words, you got a beautiful attitude

I never take it for granted
How your eyes reverse time
Soft as day breaks and fades the night away

Infinite destination
You’re every dream I ever had
We’re just pilgrims dancing unstuck in time
Infinite destination
Every life you ever had
Dancing forever free from time

Infinite destination
(You’re) every dream I ever have
Just a pilgrim dancing unstuck in time

09.24.2008 9:40a; 02.24.2009 8:00p


Sayulita

everything that’s true is you.

Back in Brooklyn under sleeping trees
And all these thoughts of Mexico
All my dreams they have more meaning here
Cause I’m all alone
With my sleeping trees

We flew into the stars
In you I found faith to let go
And in some other time and space
We’re never apart
We wake up stars

I was thinking about how we say good bye
Too few words to cover the truth
You know I will always get lost in your eyes
I want you to know
That I miss you
I want you to know

I know one day you’ll hear this song
Drawing lines that feel the same
We’ll still be riding an endless wave
To a little surfing town, my Sayulita

I was thinking about how we say good bye
Too few words to cover the truth
You know I will always get lost in your eyes
I want you to know
That I’ll always love you
I want you to know
Everything that’s true

everything that’s true is you
everything that’s true is inside you


01.05.2009 10:32am


ok

Every once in a while, I write a dance(able) track.
Enjoy this layer cake.

You never know just how long you have
Before you go
Away

So take back life; hide it from view
It will only be us and
the wind

Times are down but we’re ok
Lines are down but we’re ok
We’re ok.

You never know just how many times
You get to say
Hello

Come out with me take the f-train
Into the night
We’ll disappear

Times are down but we’re ok
Lines are down but we’re ok
We’re ok.

When you send light into the world
It scatters and reflects
But it never dies


Only Falling Rain

maybe lead guitar maybe not. we got a big sound from
just the drum, bass and rhy gtr and i like the open spaces.

I will leave it to you to guess what I am thinking
I’ve got a secret and you know I never spill
Maybe I’m a spy. Maybe I’m undercover
Keeping enemies of freedom on their guard

Justice and fairness are not the same
Crashing cars and crashing waves
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all the same?

Rules always fail to erase what can’t be burned
Only practical wisdom rebuilds the world
In times of desperation everyone rides an underground
Beautiful people start to disappear
All around

Justice and fairness are not the same
Crashing cars and crashing waves
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all the same?

Tomorrow I’ll protect a movement
Tomorrow I die for a friend

Justice and fairness are not the same
Crashing cars and crashing waves
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all

Crashing cars and crashing waves
Justice and fairness are not the same
Don’t you know that only falling rain makes us all the same?

02.19.2009 1:43am


Tarjeta Postal Bruja

Postcard Sorceress in Spanish. My mother, Caracas-raised, helped me translate. The Spanish version is more hopeful because in Spanish to be hopeless is to be dead. There’s little language for the gray area. Despair is big in Latin America, but not hopelessness.

Vittorio, on a 2004 car ride from Mexico City to San Miguel de Allende (where we would take a dawn balloon ride), taught me of the bruja en las colinas de la selva y el chupacabra.

Nina tuvo un sueño cuando era joven
Escorpiones llegaron a jugar
Ella se despertó descubriendo tener una hija
Y 2 tickets para el tren de Punta Mita

Ella se pasa la vida haciendo joyas para turistas
Trabajando en el Café Revolución
Ella sabe que ya no se puede huir
No se pierde nada cuando no hay nada que ganar

Cada día Nina se detuvo a leer un anuncio
Detrás del estante de tarjetas postales en el café
Decía “Puedo exorcizar cualquier demonio!”
Mostrando el camino a una cueva a través de la selva

Un par de años más tarde, Nina dio su hija a un vecino
Dijo que volverá en un par de días
“Voy a dar un paseo por la colinas de la selva
Para que mi bebé nuca sepa de mi dolor.”

Empacó una bolsa con dinero y cigarrillos
Y el cuchillo de su abuela, por si acaso
Ella desapareció en el dosel de la selva
Dejando el pueblo polvoriento en su estela.

La bruja utiliza el cuchillo para mezclar un elixir
Dijo que ya había visto este dolor
Ella dijo: “Nina, la verdad flota en el tiempo.
Beba, y ya no soñaras más.”

Nina pasó su vida haciendo joyas para turistas
Trabajando donde todos los demás se escapan
Ella sabe que ya no tiene que huir
No tiene nada que perder cuando elige otro tren

01.09.2009-01.14.2009

el toromexico city highway bridge


Postcard Sorceress

i always wanted to write a song about a bruja. this one’s a nod to Manu Chao and Carlos Santana via fastball.

Nina had a dream when she was younger
Scorpions came over to play
She awoke to find herself with a daughter
And 2 tickets on the Punta Mita train

She’s got a life
Making jewelry for tourists
Working out of the Revolution Café
She knows there’s no where left to run away
There’s nothing to lose where there’s nothing to gain

Every day Nina stopped to read a notice
Behind a rack of postcards at the café
It said “I will exorcise any demon!”
It showed a path through the jungle to a cave

A couple years later Nina gave her
Daughter to a neighbor
Said she’d be back in a couple of days
“I’m taking a walk into the jungle hills
So my baby never knows of my pain.”

She packed a bag with money and cigarettes
And her grandmother’s knife just in case
She disappeared into the canopy
Leaving the dusty outskirts of town in her wake

The sorceress used the knife to mix an elixir
Said she’d seen this pain before
She said “Nina, the truth floats over time.
Drink down, and you’ll dream no more.”

Nina spent her life
Making jewelry for tourists
Working where everyone else escapes
She knew there was no where left to run away
She had nothing to lose when she jumped this train

03.07.2009


Zipline


zipline. jungle. mexico.

I want to take a zipline
Through my mind
(But) no one speaks our language
Down here
Where’s that number?
I need to call The Doctor

We wanna get draddled
And set fire to the beach
But the dolls are at the border
And the pilot’s getting screened
I need to call The Doctor
Where’s that number?

There are shooting stars
In Orion’s Belt
Swinging high from a chandelier
It would be such a waste
To be out in space
Without a doctor
What’s that number?
We need a zipline

Baby you are so fine
Caressing my mind
You see forever
You see through me

But there’s no contradiction
Between what I’m feeling
And what I’m seeing
In your eyes

There are shooting stars
In Orion’s Belt
Swinging high from a chandelier
It would be such a waste
To be out in space
Without a doctor
Without your number
w/out a zipline

w/out your number
w/out a zipline

01.28.2009 8:21a; 11:04p; 11:30p


Today I am Not Turning On The Radio


last night it was joe frank with Karma – Part 6.
if you want to make the cupcake from the song, just know that the cupcake is not the serving suggestion pictured on the Addavanilla package. the picture looks like a cupcake but it’s actually a fire-roasted scorpion with addavanilla frosting. The cupcake, though it’s no Sugar Sweet Sunshine, is amazing, but the scorpion dish, while tough to duplicate, is well worth wrestling with the Easy Bake for the protein alone.

Today I am not turning on the radio
All the talk is right vs black and wrong vs white
I’m gonna head out into the neighborhood
I’m gonna see some friends
I’m going to try to live beyond every mistake

I am not going to fall in love today
I don’t feel like saving a tree today
I refuse to be a ritual

Jellyfish come to mind
In winter
Something about swarming wet snow
The cold of a thousand needles
Poison slowly breaking synapses
To the jellyfish, it’s like a peaceful drift
Through an addavan cupcake

To write in silence is impossible
Even with the radio off
The Internet is sitting in a window
Behind the window in which I write
I don’t have a typewriter
Or enough paper
To write off grid today

So I’m going to enjoy my addavan cupcake
With its rainbow sprinkle arpeggio
And moist chorus filling

Today I am not turning on the radio
That’s What Adam Green Would Do (WWAGD?)
I’m gonna head out into the neighborhood
I’m gonna see some friends


Drink In The Sky



you need to float away
leave your body
for a little while
every day

meditation blanket courtesy landon pigg

You say
Breathe. Dream.
And as you fall away
Drink in the sky

Everything about you just shines
You and I get unstuck in time
There is no line between you and me

The way you float over sand
The way you live without a plan
If I could only use your eyes to see

You say
Breathe. Dream.
And as you fall away
Drink in the sky

Feel free
as you walk so soft into the light

w/you I’m lost but not alone
like a mariachi saxophone
I want to hear every note you play

You say
Breathe. Dream.
And as you fall away
Drink in the sky

Leave time.
Fly so soft
Into your life

You say
Breathe. Dream.
And as you fall away
Drink in the sky

01.09.2009 4:27p; 6:10p
01.10.2009 5:37p; 8:17p