Dancing with a hoe: There are some who claim they wish that I was dead...

Monday 12 September 2011

There are some who claim they wish that I was dead...

To hide the fact that they wished in truth that they were living.
Join us, it's never too late to start.

1 comment:

Unknown said...: Hi Rhino, I have no idea who those people might be. But on that note, here is one good friend who sadly is now dead: Pat Frisby, ever warm, kind, generous and welcoming, died last Friday evening while relaxing with a beer and who knows, maybe a smoke as well, after work. Suddenly, with no warning and no pain. Some might say a good way to go, but I think she well deserved some good years yet on this Earth. Much regretted by all her friends and family. All good wishes to you and your kin this Christmas, Oliver.; 24 December 2011 at 14:42

About Izmusic

"My melodies are songs without words, none vocal narrative. Folk have rushed by for years and barely glimpsed the tune. A few hang around and listen for a while, but the street has many distractions. My back is no longer against the wall,this is the first chance I've had in eleven years to unravel my tunes, at present encrypted into a whole tangle of technique excercises. You've missed some wondrous epic sessions sad that most often I was the only person,mortal at least, to hear them.
Eight hours a day playing in the icy chill of city streets through several winters alters the character of your technique to some how transcend the harsh discomforts and "make some good of the day".
MUSIC IZ A MIGHTY MAGIC! The first cathartic offerings were created hastily in a frantic effort to master the production.It's all past time , I make music for the moment the occassion, a kind of relativity fix. A divine conspiracy, a benign heresy. The line of least probability may offer opportunity of greater possibility.
Enjoy my primitive efforts. Plain song busking,"strictly kitchen ". The music of the heart bridges the ambiguity of fumbling words,overcomes cultural barriers. Music like God is personal none vocal meaning in the voice of the unspeakable word. The "You know what I mean nostalgia " space ,whether we've done the daring deed or not, where the mind might put on clean socks and start afresh. Familiar phrasing from our collective vocal tradition triggers epic vision, emotional empathy, mathematical poetry, sympathetic reveries create lifelines to the greater mind. In all styles, in all languages the flute and drum resist the restrictive dogmatic control of state or temple."