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All Compositions by Richard Carlson
Produced by Buddy Mohmed
Musicians:
Richard Carlson – Vocals, Throat Singing, Guitar, Slide Guitar
Buddy Mohmed – Contrabass, Guitar,
Cheryl Arena – Harmonica
Robert Calabria – Tenor Saxophone
Shelley Carrol – Tenor Saxophone, Vocals
Andrew Griffith – Drums
Devan Miller – Throat Singing
Reggie Rueffer – Violin
David Lee Schloss – Tenor, Soprano Saxophone
Song Notes:
1) If there was any philosopher who knew the blues, it was Boethius. What better discourse then the Consolation of Philosophy for a blues pharmakon. All the elements of the blues are here thought crimes, a jail cell, a death sentence and Boethius’s only consolation is a woman, personified philosophy a feminine angel.
2) Bodhisattvas inhabit blues territory they vow not to leave this transitory world of suffering until all embodied beings who are bound to a wheel of Samsara – very much like the one spun by Fortuna of Boethius- are relieved of their troubles..
3) Heidegger sang the blues too not only when he was forced to hard labor because of the War but, also in his despair of a technological age, in which thought had seemingly failed as if terrorized by the abandonment of meaning, If Nietzsche proclaimed the death of God, Heidegger managed to see over the precipice of that absence into a future in which only a god can save us.
4) Mundaka Upanishad: “Two birds, beautiful of wings, close companions, cling to one common tree: of the two one eats the sweet fruit of the tree, the other eats not but watches his fellow.” Sri Aurobindo translation Desiring for the things of the world, the soul (purusha) becomes enchanted by nature (prakriti) and plunges into the dance of ten thousand desires. But with desire the suffering of attachment too, and so the soul witnesses its double, its phenomenological emanation winging its way into the blues play of the world from the silence of its bough watchtower
5) “man muss noch chaos in sich haben um einen tanzenden stern gebaren zu
konnen” “I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give
birth to a dancing star. Nietzsche: Thus Spake Zarathustra
And if God is dead it was also Nietzsche who was torn to shreds, his mind consumed by the chaos of the Dionysian body. So it was also blues that Zarathustra spake, but it was blues whose genealogy can be traced back to the birth of tragedy; blues the self-overcoming of dancing stars.
6) Dante Paradiso, Canto XXXIII, lines 142-145,.:
“But already my desire and my will were being turned like a wheel, all at one speed, by the Love which moves the sun and the other stars” Dante Paradiso, Canto XXXIII, lines 142-145
According to the Indian sage Sri Aurobindo one only gains entrance to the luminous crypt of soul after treading through the austerities and travails on the long path winding into it’s domain. Dante begins his Divina Commedia on a journey into the worst of all blues worlds, his path a decent into hell but, his differs from most blues tales because it is a woman that leads him not into but up from hell. This blues project recognizes an unfortunate misogyny that has become part of the genre due to its birth out of oppression and slavery. What better person to lead us out from this morass than Beatrice.
7) Shakespeare’s song sung in Twelfth Night describes much of the west coast of Washington State during its rainy season:
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day
Raymond Carver lived the last years of his life in Port Angeles WA, an old logging community in western Washington State. In many ways its a community whose aging pulp mills echo the sawdust voices of the blue collar folk whom he wrote about with brevity and intensity. Many of his stories reflect the perspective of characters whose existences in the world are seen through an alcoholic haze. In one of Carver’s notable poems he explores Alexander the Great’s massive grief upon killing his best friend Cletus after an argument during a night of drunken frenzy, although the next day he in misery because of his intoxication, he still cant help drinking himself into oblivion at his friend’s funeral It was also drink that gave Raymond Carver the blues a battle he waged and finally won before his death in Port Angeles.
8) In the book Care of the Self, Foucault ends his study of human sexuality by charting a history of the systems of self-knowledge. Foucault traces the history of what he calls inner technologies of the self or, those methods that have been used over the ages to gain access to our soul’s interiority. In short, he examines the pursuit of self-knowledge and ethics of self-care since the Oracle of Delphi.
Its with great care Foucault excavates the depths of soulmaking that followers of Stoicism and of Epicurus explored. While Foucault certainly seems to respect the tradition of know thyself and the paths to human freedom that can be opened by the sublimation of desire, he also interrogates what happens when institutions, like the church authority, step in to clamp down on desire by constraining human freedom and erasing individual will. So those inner technologies of self subjugation require critical interrogation
9) Keats: “The common cognomen of this world among the misguided and superstitious is ‘a vale of tears’ from which we are to be redeemed by a certain arbitrary interposition of God and taken to Heaven–What a little circumscribed straightened notion! call the world if you Please ‘The vale of Soul-making’ Then you will find out the us
I was waiting on a concert date by John Lee Hooker and he suddenly passed away, the esoteric significance of it took form in this song. Various schools of Hindu philosophy believe in Akasha or ether as the fifth physical substance. The belief goes that Akasha is the substratum of the quality of sound as it is the all pervading subtle etheric substance, whose recordings of human history are imprinted on to it. This makes it a living historical document imperceptible to all but the seer or clairvoyant. Its also described sometimes as a cosmic library. Upon the passing of John Lee Hooker I could only surmise that if this were so, that somewhere within that cosmic library the endless boogie, would be shaking the place up.
10) Dr. Cornel West describe a bluesman in the life of the mind, in doing so he quotes Theodore Adorno “The condition of Truth is to allow suffering to speak” For Dr.West’s bluesman of the mind, jazzman in the world of ideas.
11/12)* In occurred to me that some songs in a cycle of poems I was putting to music called the Wheel by Wendell Berry -farmer, novelist essayist, poet, mensch – work best as a blues, since the subject concerns time and death.
Well the blues finally takes us there doesn’t it? The wheel we turn on, the dance of fragile bodies. But if death is desolation that sees our comforts torn out by root and crown at least since Dionysus roamed these parts, it is also is heard in a loud, if not sardonic, laughter that we hear rising up from dancers spinning round with him…
“In the dance the dead return sorrow is gone from them they are light”…….
*Lyrics from Wendell Berry’s The Wheel with permission Counterpoint Press copyright……
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Lyrics (with Dedications):
1) Consolation of Philosophy (Boethius)
Laid out in Prison
betrayed by a Visigoth king
my mind began to wonder,
my thoughts started fashioning
in a cell locked away, a pondering Aristolean
Plato from Socrates
and the footnotes of philosophy,
are all chasing dialectic round
while Fortuna spins us on a wheel of history
“a sorrows crown of sorrows”
if you cling to the transitory
Lead us not into temptation
but, deliver us from evil and misdeed
from Rome to Constantinople
reconcile us in belief
But, prepare yourself to deal with a miracle
for a glimpse beyond the empirical
Lord have Mercy, have mercy and redeem
lord have mercy, have mercy if you please
send me down thy angel
the consolation of philosophy.
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2) Blues for Bodhisattva (Kwan Yin)
Oh Lordy, Lord
I lay my sorrows down
I surrender my blues
in the chapel of of cathartic sound
yes, I seek transformation
baptized in the river of immanent vibration
Tell all my Buddies,
tell all my Friends in town
to spread the news
that if compassion is to be found
delve within the worlds creation
that path you ‘ll walk towards liberation
Brothers and Sisters
let the message resound
and wash the blues from your faces and your frowns
the tears of this world’s situations
I offer up for each and all’s salvation
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3) The Question of Technology (Heidegger)
The departed gods are not completely departed
and the present ones not fully here
yet the poet remains on the trail of those absent gods
and through language draws them near,
re-ensouling the world of ordinary things
outside the circulation of technology
Poetically dwells the human
though difficult to conjure the name of… God
or to orient oneself toward death….. as it draws nearer
by clearing a path toward Alethia
relocating Dasein’s
unconcealment of Being in Time
Anxiety in the face of thinking
forgetting into an oblivion of being
at the end of an age where thinking has failed.
terrorized by the abandonment of meaning
but, where there is danger
so the saving power also must
but “only a god can save us”
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4) Parable of Birds (Sri Aurobindo)
Hover on Hover on
my little hummingbird; hover on
till the summers gone
when hummingbirds go south to conspire
nesting over in southern shelters
partaking of the fruits along the Mississippi Delta
Fly on, Fly on, my little nightingale; fly on
sing until the break of dawn
when nightingale’s retire
dream a dew drop dream through the day
then vanish again in to another nights play
Sail On Sail On
my chickadee sail on
on a pollen song
of apple blossoms and desire
take a sweet taste of floral nature
then dance a dance of honey rapture
Looking on , Looking on
a hidden companion, a veiled “purusha”
as if a secret soul
an audience for the dance, song, mating
yet , not partaking of the dew drop, fruit or flower
your witness self watching from a bough watchtower
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5) Blues Spake Zarathustra (Nietzsche)
A rolling stone,
a rope between beast and overman
poised beyond good and evil
to the sun he speaks
this cup is again going to empty itself,
and again I am going to be a man.
thus began Zarathustra’s going down.
Wage war against a slave religion sometimes your so wrong that your right
when your mind departed it was the assumption of the antichrist
in those last lucid letters signed Dionysus or the Crucified
you had come to know your fate was not man but dynamite
Thus spake Zarathustra
‘Once you said “God”
but, now I come, come to teach you now… overman
And if god is dead, would it be your body torn to shreds…
its just the chaos of who you are, that gives birth to a dancing star
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6) Commedia (Dante)
Enter into the luminous crypt of soul
in the hour before dawn, …… before the gods awake
Virgil I’ll follow in dark wood
diverging with shadows ,
chiaroscuro patterns of light
whose tortured lives are tapestries
stitched upon our mortal shell
Infinity’s skin stretched taut across a mask of time,
tautologies of form, …… elastic in the mind of night
Virgil i’ll follow up a mountain
converging at the summit
of an earthly garden of delight
poised above our purgatories
Walk out with the mother of radiances
a traveler of worlds …… ascending an occult stair
Beatrice, i’ll follow unto the stars
my will and desire
turned like a wheel by Love
in a triad of epiphanies
toward the vectors of paradise
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7) Raymond Carver lived here
The rain it raineth everyday
the rain it raineth everyday
as soon as one storm passes
the next wave is on it’s way
The sun slants low on the horizon
the port of angels on a winters day
mist filters through brick, moss, and mortar
tobacco ghost stains swirl in stale tavern water
Down and out bards and old growth graveyards
blue collar sweat chlorine tears swell this harbor
the sawdust voice echos of Raymond Carver
The rain it raineth everyday
the rain raineth everyday
from first October till the end of May
until the sun pours down like honey
in summer, when lights worth more than drink or money
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8) Take Care of Yourself (Foucault)
Take Care if Yourself
before you expect it from anyone else
so treat yourself with care
a Stoic chin to danger,
skeptical, not making a fuss
following the ways of Seneca
If you whet your appetite with desire
be sure you know how to put out the fire
Know Yourself,….
no one else gonna be your Oracle of Delphi
it’s never too early or late
for knowing your self and soul gazing
a purification of thoughts and such
indulge your appetite with Epicurus
If you discipline your desires
you’ll cleanse your senses with fire
Write Yourself a letter
inscribe your heart’s doubts for the better
keep a diary of your sin
take care of yourself, start philosophizing
avoid temptation and Philistines
take down some wisdom from St. Augustine
but take care, when confessing what you desire
be careful not to put out the fire
chorus:
a cold docile body who enacts the schemes,
of subjects disciplined by knowledge/power regimes
so take care those technologies of inner subjugation
require critical interrogation
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9) The Akashic Chronicle of John Lee Hooker
Even if your gone
you will still be there to shake it up
Shake it shake it shake up
shake, shake, shake it up,
Your endless boogie lives on
thrilling the ages sure enough
sure enough sure enough
the Akashic chronicle of the blues sage
Scratched into the grooves of a side
a side of life wandering thru the “vale of soul making”
rocking the night with song
our ancestors rising up
Rise, rise, rising up
rise, rise, rising up
Your blues legacy
is now our cosmic memory
Shake, shake it up
shake, shake shake it up
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10) Bluesman of the Mind (Cornel West)
Blues in the dark night of soul
a cry from the dark………………..
reckoning with the soul of a bluesman,
born between feces and blood
born to know thyself
born under a good sign of
bluesman, bluesman
Desire in the face of death
a cry from the heart
that outlasts the worm in woven blades of grass
endure the raw stinky stuff of history
yet allow suffering to sing out
the condition truth demands
answer sorrow with a song & shout
bluesman, bluesman
Blues evolves ….. thats jazz
another a mode of being in the world
fluid, protean, eschews
totalizing ‘either/or…. views
bluesman, bluesman of the mind
Corpses decompose…. thats philosophy
I talk rhythm timbre tones
improvise thru blood and bone
pondering on the mysteries
I allow suffering to speak out
the condition truth demands
wrestle with death in the shadow of doubt
bluesman, bluesman
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11) The Wheel: Desolation
lyrics by Wendell Berry
A gracious Spirit sings as it comes
and goes. It moves forever
among things. Earth and flesh, passing
into each other, sing together
turned against that ,,,,,song we go
where no singing is or light
or need coupled with its yes
but spite, despair, fear, and loneliness
unless the solitary,,,,, will forbear,
time enters the flesh to sever
passion from all care
annul the lineage of consequence
un-less the solitary will forbear
the blade enters the ground
to tear the world’s comfort out, by root and crown
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12) The Wheel: Dance
lyrics by Wendell Berry
The dance and the song
call each other into being.
soon they are one-rapt in a single rapture,
so that even the jig has its clarity,
And time is the wheel that brings it round.
In this rapture the dead return
sorrow is gone from them.
they are light.
They step into the steps of the living
and turn with them
in the dance
in the sweet enclosure of the song,
and timeless is the wheel that brings it round.
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