what you lookin' at? yer not American, not Canadian, swamp dark now ME, let's talk about me
I was BORN here ... belong here
it be my God given right to live here, without you ok, we let you in but you need to learn to tow the line step back and take a bullet for the dream team I mean, we landed on the moon! Invented the computer! what have you done? (thinkin' jacksh*t) WE made this world what it is
don't like?
just go back to yer sh*thole country and die then
I have everything I need and I aim to keep it!
you can't take it away all mine
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a jim lamarche remix
January 2018 - Toronto Fear N Loathing - House Sessions - VOL 1
I have come to the borders of sleep the unfathomable deepforest where all must lose their way, however straight or winding soon or late; they cannot choose win or lose PICTURES OF HOME
here, love ends ... despair
ambition ends all pleasure and all trouble although most sweet or bitter here ends in sleep that is sweeter than tasks most noble there is no book or face of dearest look that I would ever turn to from now on still, I must enter and leave alone I know not how or why edward thomas
"the only thing that can stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun" (Wayne LaPierre, NRA - National Rifle Association/USA)
there's a storm on the horizon
it's been brewing for some time now
becoming more and more visible
it's getting closer
and closer
it was a game we boys played as kids in Woodstock Ontario back in the 60's people of colour only on television in black and white
one dressed as a cowboy and another as an indian the cowboy is a good guy, the indian is bad (obviously and in keeping with the script)
harmless fun really, stuff we saw on our 14" monochrome TVs Daniel Boone and F-Troop - shows like that after school
1965 twenty years before MTV thirty years before the internet forty years before the iPhone fifty years before Donald Trump what-ever
spreading peanut butter on my bleached white wonder bread in a world bereft of imagination; dimension my afternoon treat with grape jelly sometimes
in Ontario Canada - normal stuff that meant nothing
just eating - chewing - swallowing
oh right ... commercials the price we pay to watch television "wrongful death" and "dog bites" my personal faves
oK, I really got it later on in life
visiting Ybor City Florida - near Tampa in late December 2004 New Year's eve actually - BIG football game - parade it's still early, drifting towards the midnight hour it's warm here - tropic thunder in the distance most men packin' a concealed firearm just in case someone needs an adjustment
stepping off the plane in Fort Lauderdale a week earlier leaving a brutal cold winter in Toronto thinking - wow - this is paradise palm trees - warm weather here realizing something different in a few short days
right, like everyone's obese here. ok - half transexual transformation billboards - personal injury law firms super-sized families at Denny's whipped cream emporium gorging on the American dream - scrambled eggs and steak or sausages, pancakes home fried taters and gravy texas toast and jam pie and ice cream
all you can eat git-ter while she's hot
ordering way more than they need because they can wrap it up and take it home to munch on later and later heated up in the microwave
really getting the hypocrisy in American culture all that "land of the free - home of the brave", bullshit
but mostly really seeing it for the first time how white Americans think they're better and entitled to more than anyone else
my mom had recently passed and I was going through a caustic catharsis culminating
introspection, trying to find something - anything real - meaningful - awake
why am I in this place?
it's dead here
nothing but anger and sadness pretending to be proud boner - I mean bonus
free parking on the outskirts of the city where the colored folk live on the dark periphery having been pushed out of the inner core years earlier
no street lights here - garbage strewn everywhere a parasite infested mongrel pissing on a crooked hydro pole that familiar disturbing look up whilst echoing off the cracked pavement a winter wonderland turned tropical
paradise
colored's not welcomed
ok, the odd Cuban - maybe Mexican (a stretch) but they look out of place here nervously trying to fit in but really not
everyone is really intoxicated
because that is what's on the agenda
pretentious paleface - the narcissism rampant/abundant
football jocks and grimey girls in skimpy slippery sexy teasing the boys - cause that's what's real now no apologies, no regrets and all OK - cause
"got my hands up, they're playing my song"
It's a party in the U.S.A.
I'm stunned and numb looking out and over at the passing parade guy's holding his beer up and yelling at them "hey baby - right here - right here" grabbing his crotch
maybe all this? is just a bad dream don't get me wrong I see the world as a good place where change can still happen
where we can co-exist painlessly but it's still important, to actually look at what's really happening because millions minions
onion dipper
so hey dude - fuck-nuts just who do you think you are anyways?
excuse me sir I've had a little too much to drink
but I would like to shake your hand you are an inspiration to me and I'd like to thank you for that
COWBOYS AND INDIANS
staying awake
I will embrace everyone equally because I and millions like ME don't subscribe to this narrow point of view
diversity vs division it's a no brainer so why?
maybe it's a glitch in the system a rogue app - I can install Malware and fix this - ok gimme a sec in the meantime?
It's a party in the U.S.A. let's RAWK the Britney song is on YUM - hot - fuk this shit
In May 1991, I received an OAC/Ontario Arts Council grant to fly out to Spearmint Lake (60 km northeast of Chapleau), a remote lake only accessible by air - to record an album of music celebrating northern Ontario. Rented van w/gear, driving up alone that early August and flying out, I set up a make-shift studio in the large tent, powered by a generator buried back in the woods and recorded sounds from the lake/woods (exterior) and integrated those sounds into an ambient mix of layered music synthesizers and samplers all inspired by the location. When I returned to Toronto and began mixing it, I realized that I was 10 minutes short of having a full album, so I wrote 2 more pieces, Gone Forever and Frogs in my home studio in Parkdale that autumn in memory of my time at Spearmint months earlier. My wife Jody Terio had gathered some early morning frogs on a pond at her Aunt Joyce's out in the country (Uxbridge), through a binaural/ambisonic microphone onto a portable digital audio tape recorder and I integrated them with what I had laid down at home and Frogs was born. This piece sounds best under a good pair of headphones and in a darkened room.
I recently gathered HD images from the internet that reminded me of Spearmint and assembled this in Final Cut in a few hours.It was a magical 10 days alone in the wilderness, surrounded by wildlife, the aurora and a black bear which was spooky scary but exhilarating.
More pictures and stories about my time at Spearmint Lake in my blog below entitled 'NOCTURNE'
