RAW DATA
This page serves the purpose of colecting raw information
that I have collected on my trip. It will help me back up
my files and also serve the purpose of a catologe of
usable feild recordings (music, sound, digital photos,poetry...ext)
that people (artists?) can use with permition if the have a
project that could benifit from the DATA. If you are interested
in using any of what I have colected/made just get a hold of me
and we can work somthing out.
Pictures
Images from singapore and Cambodia
tiruvannamalai
Experts from my Journal
Poetry
Sound files
Here's some more or less finished dig's
Getting Started
Wash Bucket Blues
Sinner to a saint
(these are really raw, so dont make fun of me! =) you wouldent want
to desturbe the delicate emotions of an artist)
Pre Traveling Song Starts:
chicago lane
da da da
fishermans wisdom
foot tapping
funky train
get up on your way
in my eyes
looser and theaves (funky train alterintave?)
old time songs
saidy
she's a little darling
sweet verginia
tower of power
towns and city's
Short Story's
She
well you little man with no way home... Its time get packing. You have no
reason to change and as others move swiftly to avoid your stare you only
laugh and gleam in your cunning behavior.
There's been many words for you. All seem to be ill. Except for the words
spoken buy one little girl. One little girl who could see right through
you. She could see you with your guard down, and its true you could not
even lift your elusion when she came near. It seems that your eyes would
soften and your gaze would slip in to a far of gleam. As if you knew her
from a far off story in a long but forgotten land. You would almost smile
as her presents graced the air, something so far from your natural state
that it would have killed you to show these emotions in public, under the
glare of the constant threat.
Your an old man now. You hold on to everything even though you truly have
nothing to loose. People hardly know you any more. Most often they walk buy
without even a glance or a snark comment as of in days gone by. Your some
sort of phantom now. But she still sees you. The little girl has grown up
now, and is now a jewel of the night. She sparkles when all else is pitch
black. She sparkles when your own mind has all but forgotten it was still
alive. Even in your darkness, she brings you milk and honey. Visits you in
your corner where no one else dares to go for fear that they may contract
your sickness. She gives, and never asks for any thing. Only gives.
The House Of God
You caught me at a time when tears rolled down my face and shadows lurked in
every corner of my mind. I had no one so I went alone with you on your
journey. You made it seem like it was all right. I still had reservations,
but at that point I really did not care. We where in the house of god, so
what was I supposed to do? I was not ready to put up my arms and block the
blows of being taken advantage of.
Hustle here, hustle there. We scurried to the sacred places of your mind,
you made me pay. You said it was for a good cause but I had my reservations,
I still paid, and you would ask and ask; never quite being satisfied.
You beckoned me on. Always onward, until no more money I could afford. You
left me here, quote timely. When there is no more to give, there is no more
to give.
Now the night only knows my case, it will judge me when the morning light
comes around again. Ill be waiting. One eye open, ready for the first
rays of light to shine forth. I will give amen's to your schemes, for we
where in the house of god. And the house of god is the only thing that
shelters me from the rain.
The Rocking Horse
the rocking horse sits in the center of the room cascaded with shadows and
swirling light from the window and the wind. There is no one in the room.
Its quite, but you can still hear the strong blows of the wind brush buy the
house outside. Its been a long time since any one has given the rocking
horse any love, but in its day the affection afforded to it was more then
any one could ask for. It had seen it all really. From children's giddy
laughs to the teared downpours of an unfortunate slip. This particular horse
had seen it all in respect to the growing up of a child. Yet in its years
it had become old. Used. A piece of equipment no longer cared for by the
once proud owner. Outdated by time. And yet, through all the pain and
glory it had endured it was awarded a grave amount of wisdom. One look in
the rocking horses eye's and you could tell all it had seen. You could see
it had traveled to make believe lands, it had fought pirates and dragons and
even fell in love with the mighty unicorn of a far off land. It had lived a
very prosperous life, and in its old age was preparing for retirement.
The old man came in the room with a box and some string and proceeded to rap
up the horse. No more would the sun dance with the shadows of time on the
little horses back. No more would it travel to far of lands, for it was
now time for a great slumber. If it would rise to glory again, time could
only tell. But for now this old stag had seen it's days and was ready for
what was to come. The old man finished rapping up the package and pulled
it slowly across the room. The room was quite and peaceful. It was sad to
see its dear old friend leave. The old man pulled the box up the stairs and
in to the spare room, where other objects of long lost affection had settled
down for their dormancy. The old man pushed this box in to the corner, and
gave it one last pat, as to say, "you done good". And then turned and left
the room, gently shutting the door as not to disturb those who where at rest.
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