dark world

he walked out into the gray light and stood
.

and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world

the cold relentless circling of the intestate earth

darkness implacable
.

the blind dogs of the sun in their running

the crushing black vacuum of the universe 

and somewhere two hunted animals trembling 
like ground-foxes in their cover

borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes 
with which to sorrow it

Cormac McCarthy, The Road

d a r k   w o r l d



 

Alpha delta charlie one - mayday.  I repeat mayday
Requesting emergency evac and extraction instruction
I'm lost ... over

night parachuting


Some call it hypnotism, I like/prefer - suggestion ... ok, you're flying over mountains - no idea where you are.  Close your eyes, you're feeling sleepy - you're seeing something far away and long ago - and yet, right in front of you right now.  Your destiny.

Psychology, Philosophy and Physiology trimetrically opposed - divided in asymmetrical algorithms - mixed signals in a military exercise gone wrong only because what was on the other side was unexpected and deadly.  How was I supposed to know?
 
Years later, haunting dreams, always airborne, so cool - waking yet again - in a cold sweat ... lay of the land - gotta map this.  You will see something different every time you look at it - the whole idea ... multiple viewings are recommended.  Sorry, no contract provision or disclaimer that guarantees your safety, even freedom - just straight up good, clean fun ...

d a r k   w o r l d


 

dedicated to Glen James LaMarche 
(November 27, 1925 - September 12, 2002)

white kites

this piece was inspired 
by my very first “zen experience” 
there have been a few since
rare - but yes real
all because
of this




w h i t e   k i t e s

 it was early spring 1984
unusually warm, but still that familiar
chill in the air

 my younger brother and i bought two kites 

and on a beautiful Saturday afternoon

 we trekked down to the Thames River near Woodstock - to fly them

Dave always had a way with these things 

as his kite went up effortlessly and in minutes

  he laid back on the grass 

lit up a smoke and watched it sail 

beautifully over the river

  i struggled with mine for at least an hour  

 it crashed several times in a plowed, muddy field
cursing, dirty - fucked - bullshit, oK ... 
here we go

 when i finally did manage to get it up

 (no pun intended)... it wasn’t positioned right

  it was over the field, not the river 

 i continued to struggle with it 

until i eventually lost my patience 

and tied the damned thing to a bush

 not caring if it crashed again

 

 

frustrated, i went for a walk 
along the rivers edge

when i turned to look 
a couple of minutes later 

i was shocked to see that my white kite was gliding beautifully

over the river

w h i t e   k i t e s

my life 

hasn’t been quite the same since

dedicated to my brother - David

and to my Uncle George Enz

Woodstock, Ontario

night parachuting

I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of weightlessness.  As a child I remember looking up at the sky and watching birds in flight, the stars at night, kids flying kites - soaring beautifully then falling/plunging down - around and around and down and crashing.  I was drawn to it - riveted by it.  To this day, I dream regularly of falling off of something high up.  Gravity.  Wow.  What's so cool, is having these simple HD video editing tools now.  I can bring this music to the surface and actually show you what I was 'envisioning' when I created it 25 years ago.  It's all about getting closer, to what it feels like - to fall.

Night Parachuting is a contemporary instrumental album dedicated to the art of flying.  In 1992, Night Parachuting was released and it is my most successful album to date.  Various tracks from the album were (still are) featured nightly on CHUM-FM, CHFI-FM in Toronto and on major market stations all across Canada and is my only album available on iTunes.