i spent last weekend at a buddhist retreat, and the time i didn’t spend meditating (or trying to), i spent walking in the woods. as opportunities arose, i took photos and a few videos. as i walked, this monday song kept going through my mind.
i wrote this when pete seeger died, and since he was the closest thing america had to a buddha, i wrote the lyrics celebrating relativity and the here and now.
i tried to sing it in his earnest and unpretentious style, and i performed it live, with one mic. this was the first full take.
i wasn’t planning on doing a video, but this sunday it struck me that i could just take some of the “nature footage,” slap it on top of the song, and i’d capture a bit of the flavor of that weekend. i was dragging my feet, though. a thought hit me that maybe there was some event to commemorate for pete, something to push me over the edge. still, i procrastinated.
this afternoon i decided to look it up, and it turns out sunday was pete seeger’s birthday. so here i am late monday pulling it all together in a hurry. if nothing else it captures the endless green of a beautiful and transformative experience.
Very americona.???????? Well done . The paths in the video reminds me of the Billie Burke estate .
Keep up the great music never stop . ???????
Very americona.???????? Well done . The paths in the video reminds me of the Billie Burke estate .
Keep up the great music never stop . ???????
It is an amazing feat
When music becomes a mirror.
When Lyrics become a reflection
And remind us of our walk.
Seasoned tunes i’d say Mr. Liotta.
Saturated in sweet honesty.
Where questions are frequently asked
But not always answered.
Some True classic song writing.
You seem to have mastered the art of painting pictures with words.
Felt both lost and found.
Then lost again.
Swimming in The aroma of Dispair
The revived by the scent of hope.
Can one feel both
Damned and blessed?
Got me
Sifting through….
The …
Psychodelic~
boneyard