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then elsewheredominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-74833207768581313092010-08-27T19:04:00.000-07:002010-08-27T19:16:33.707-07:00Took my bike to City Hall and got new tags for my car. These are two-year tags and cost $50. Then took bike and Metrolink to Science Center along with a blank cheque for the September monthly pass... $68. On across Forest Park to Metrolink station and into Clayton to drop paperwork with my CPA and had lunch at Panera Cares Cafe'... the "suggested price" was $9.50 so i gave them $15. Off to the nearby Starbucks for a pound of French Roast. Hopped onto train again to Brentwood/44 station and road to Euclid Records for some window shopping- looking for Hallelujah by Canned Heat on cd but to no avail. Back to station to catch 30 Soulard bus and rode from Brewery home. <br /><br />Tomorrow at dawn i plan on biking the Riverfront trail.dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-7538426879060116152009-06-13T03:40:00.000-07:002009-06-13T03:51:43.461-07:00Morning.Wake.<br />Pee.<br />Kettle.<br />Cold.<br />Carafe.<br />Bean.<br />Grind.<br />Hot.<br />Pour.<br />Steep.<br />Cup.<br />Drink.<br />Wait.<br />Poop.<br />Shower.<br />Dry.<br />Dress.<br />Drive.<br />Work.dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-72949530505940391112009-04-10T13:33:00.000-07:002009-04-10T14:40:49.202-07:00Devils work.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScl7DQAGPh87IK3w8Pb8yhPrkEwNLTsMJw6la5TS1-TUFJuHzCC62xJAu436_vMu6qdjQn-oH1j33ACIPf8NqUgTKyrAKwCFQD2b-A389qTYIJtxs6MCb0nfZArPJtM7-4e68NRTSt7Yz/s1600-h/cigarette.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScl7DQAGPh87IK3w8Pb8yhPrkEwNLTsMJw6la5TS1-TUFJuHzCC62xJAu436_vMu6qdjQn-oH1j33ACIPf8NqUgTKyrAKwCFQD2b-A389qTYIJtxs6MCb0nfZArPJtM7-4e68NRTSt7Yz/s320/cigarette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323164252123623314" /></a> I love you. No- I love you! This HAS to be love- I think about you ALL THE TIME! I love you! Please never leave me- you complete me. No- wait- don't leave me... WHY DO YOU TREAT ME THIS WAY?!?!? <br /><br /><br />It used to comfort me so, nicotine. But in the last few months it never seemed enough. More than that my legs would ache when i walk and my job at SLSC requires much walking. Last Summer i had a new bike and it was a pleasure to ride- i want to be able to ride it again without my legs hurting from lack of oxygen. I quit smoking on Sunday, April 5th at 18:16 when I ran out. I was driving home from work and decided I would not buy anymore. As i smoked the last one it occurred how painful smoking is. Inhaling deeply those last hits- I coughed and hacked and wheezed until i was able to breathe normally again... turned off into a Walgreens and bought a box of mint flavored 4 mg nicotine lozenges. When it gets bad I have one. It's still hard at times- but it's so much better than the prospect of playing my saxophone with an oxygen tank beside me. Come to think of it- i saw 3 separate visitors to the Science Center with oxygen tanks. Maybe that inspired me to finally be done with that shit. <br /><br />Goodbye to my overflowing ashtrays. No more smoking in my house or in my car. When the weather gets a little warmer I look forward to opening all the windows for a final "airing out". <br /><br />One last thought- I spent $8 a day at the end there... okay- let's round it up to $10... that's $300/month (a car payment) or $3600/year! Think of all the treats i can buy myself!<br /><br />Hmmmm...dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-47504066510893131132009-03-18T17:36:00.000-07:002009-03-18T17:40:14.107-07:00The "Dirty Fucking Hippies"...This has to be one of the most impressive videos i've seen in a while. <br /><br />Enjoy! <br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKEZoY-TMG4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKEZoY-TMG4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />DFH by joeyessdominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-45375826321096398842009-02-07T19:00:00.000-08:002009-02-07T19:01:41.307-08:00"Saxy Nights"Performed by Modern American Dance Company (MADCO) of Saint Louis to music composed by Dominic Schaeffer and choreographed by Jennifer Reilly in February of 2003. <br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbjQ1Ffncz8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbjQ1Ffncz8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-49932089242197133062009-01-30T19:26:00.000-08:002009-01-30T19:33:06.697-08:0030 Years Ago Today-My friend Teresa was sitting on a wall with her friend listening to Stand Up by Jethro Tull when it all started...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFM7Ty1EEvs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JFM7Ty1EEvs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> <br /><br />Reminds me of a favorite verse of a song by The Clancy Brothers- <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Up the long ladder<br />and down the short rope<br />to Hell with King Billy<br />and God bless the Pope<br />if that doesn't do<br />we'll tear 'em in two<br />and send 'em to Hell <br />with thier red, white and blue"</span>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-18587385154187611902009-01-20T04:15:00.000-08:002009-01-20T04:18:55.139-08:00January 20, 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXUC7eJ68fosykYKlWQ9yj78for3kY4rCuB49lXenzzslL62UAmTXekckw0HdcMknr9GLIm9YRRSe9GlrXsnPUlfKx0e7o3RCUiCK_T-C0xlzZcpIqHlU58VUK5OJuVwD26ws30v4qrJ7/s1600-h/obamapietg7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXUC7eJ68fosykYKlWQ9yj78for3kY4rCuB49lXenzzslL62UAmTXekckw0HdcMknr9GLIm9YRRSe9GlrXsnPUlfKx0e7o3RCUiCK_T-C0xlzZcpIqHlU58VUK5OJuVwD26ws30v4qrJ7/s320/obamapietg7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293348971377605922" /></a>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-42745695587715334072009-01-12T17:23:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:28:16.732-08:00Coolest. President. Ever.President-elect Barack Obama drops in to Ben's Chili Bowl in D.C. for a chili dog. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vQ7wQ80Aik&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vQ7wQ80Aik&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-81856417669021739082009-01-10T00:53:00.000-08:002009-01-10T00:58:37.672-08:00The Band Practice pt 4Our Hero dreams of the concert he and his cohorts practice diligently for. When does the dream become life? One way is by living the dream, the other is by being shaken awake by ones bandmate.<br /><br />The Music: "As Far As We Know" by David Udell performed by Earwacks.<br /><br />The Lyrics: "Time may waste your dreams"<br /><br />Earwacks are: Tracy Wynkoop: bass; Benet Schaeffer: drums; David Udell: guitar; Dominic Schaeffer: sax.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I48clWHrrV0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I48clWHrrV0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-12828984139974479442009-01-10T00:49:00.000-08:002009-01-10T04:22:08.043-08:00The Band Practice pt 3Part 3: Our Hero drinks before practice. Tracy: "Where's Dominic at?" Benet: "Dunno... Anyone been to his apartment?" Tracy: "I don't even know where he lives..." David says "Oh I know where he's gotta be..." David retrieves Our Hero and proceeds to work on the chord changes for "Listen To Me" then the band rehearses a portion of "This City" followed with "Cold Hans" in its entirety. Then it's time to party with crew, friends and fans!<br /><br />Our Hero falls to sleep per chance to dream... <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QsarXHFqDE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4QsarXHFqDE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-65493701042572004452009-01-10T00:48:00.000-08:002009-01-10T00:56:17.968-08:00The Band Practice pt 2Part 2: Our Hero stops for coffee before work. He works in a restaurant so he can eat. After work he goes to a bar so he can drink before practice. Music: "92bpmloop" performed by Dominic and "The Trouble With My Treble Is The Space In My Bass" performed by Earwacks.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEkfYuii_wI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEkfYuii_wI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-67548371717186762972009-01-05T16:00:00.000-08:002009-01-10T04:26:33.383-08:00The Band Practice pt 1Davids favorite song of mine brought to life in the film "The Band Practice" by Matthew O'Shea and featuring Earwacks. <br /><br />Story: Our Hero does this. Every morning he does this. Goes to work. Every day. Rain or shine. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1zBquHS36g&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1zBquHS36g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-90937458340726995482009-01-02T06:01:00.000-08:002009-01-02T08:07:46.358-08:00LYRIC BOOKGoodbye, 2008!<br /><br />I'd say good riddance but there were some very good things that happened last year as well. Not gonna list the good/bad year-in-review here, you all know what is on that list- but there is one thing from last year i really, truly wish that i could undo.<br /><br />I fucked up. A mistake anyone could have made. A permanent and un-fixable one.<br /><br />I have always made a point of saving my work- music, drawings, writings, etc.. For instance, in 1997, when i was house sitting for Uncle Albert during their first six-week tour of Germany/Bosnia i made use of the recording studio and archived the 4+ hours of MIDI compositions that i completed to a digital multi-track ADAT tape deck so can mix them later. Shortly after the transfer EVERY sound source in my midi suite broke... Shwew!<br /><br /><i>SIDEBAR:</i> For the non techy reader- MIDI is not music/sound/audio. It is a programming language that allows a composer to control a variety of sound sources simultaneously. Much like a player piano- a MIDI recorder is like a piano roll puncher- when the person plays the notes on the piano, holes are punched in the roll in the order played and, when the roll is put on a "player piano" it seems to "play" itself. With MIDI you can compose for multiple "player pianos"... But, these are not the notes themselves- only commands for when/which note is played. <i>/SIDEBAR</i><br /><br />So a couple years ago i took all those ADAT tapes to FoJammi's studio and transferred the multi track tapes to digital sound files i can work with on my home computer. Thanks to the new home studio technologies i have pretty much everything i have ever recorded in my life preserved for "the ages"... (like anyone else is gonna care- who the fuck am i kidding, really!?!? lol)<br /><br />Back in the mid '80's began putting all my writing on a word processor. As life went along and i updated computer equipment i always transferred my writings along with everything else. It was in an ever expanding file called LYRIC BOOK. Whenever i needed to refer to it- it was always there.<br /><br />In March of 2008 I purchased a 500 Gigabyte hard drive so that i could file away the ever growing <span style="font-weight: bold;">psychotronics</span> recordings and solo work. I did a very thorough job- also throwing out the redundant and superfluous. The whole process took about three days. Maybe it was too thorough...<br /><br />January 1st, 2009 i wanted to have my first post be a favorite poem i had written called "69"... LYRIC BOOK was nowhere to be found. I have looked in every folder on every hard drive i have and to no avail. 30 years of writing erased.<br /><br />I used to pride myself in being able to say i have no regrets. Well, now i have one.dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-75055929151887431372008-12-01T01:09:00.000-08:002008-12-01T03:51:06.870-08:00Babaji<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADVOyz2T0XkzTwH96Qe1j0VZ59tCTYZ9r-jT1A4LG60dtz6vxIxVnJf1AkpDo52zJpr7IstkXUpmF0jHuSw4sLPal9wG9rttydyM-TRFTs9NqFX2RvGj7cnoXjqk9NtVr15w27WratI64/s1600-h/250px-St._Louis_Arena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADVOyz2T0XkzTwH96Qe1j0VZ59tCTYZ9r-jT1A4LG60dtz6vxIxVnJf1AkpDo52zJpr7IstkXUpmF0jHuSw4sLPal9wG9rttydyM-TRFTs9NqFX2RvGj7cnoXjqk9NtVr15w27WratI64/s320/250px-St._Louis_Arena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274786738927822018" border="0" /></a><br />I was at a Supertramp concert at The Saint Louis Arena. The "Breakfast In America" tour. Big Supertramp fan. Knew all the lyrics, who wrote what, loved what they'd done and- as this was the sixth album- saw that they had done all they would as a band and was mourning their demise at the top of their game. Usually it's three albums but for the sake of this piece I'll include"Supertramp" and "Indelibly Stamped" (the first two albums i have never heard). "Breakfast" was the fourth commercial success and had at least three radio hits. Anyway...<br /><br />Roger Hodgson had composed the song "Babaji" on the prior album about the latest incarnation of the eternal manifestation of God in human form. Spiritual longing, questioning of "place" in life and giving ones self purpose, this song was always a favorite of mine. So they're playing this song and I'm all into it and like crying at the beauty and shit and there's this this guy next to me singing it word for word perfect- almost. I looked over at this guy and he was like all into it and crying at the beauty and shit and our eyes met and we acknowledged each other and then he sings "Barbara Jean"... WHAM! Totally crushed my groove. "It's Babaji!" "What?" "Babaji- it's about the most recent manifestation of Krishna- it's a spiritual song." "I thought it was a love song!" I waved him off as an idiot, absolutely ruining his evening, I'm sure.<br /><br />Dude- you were right- it IS a love song. It's also a blues song, and a reggae song (if you adhere to Bob Marley's definition that any song about Jah is reggae) and, where ever you are- I want to apologize. My burden from this event has been that every time I hear this great song I'm reminded of your face when I so carelessly fucked over your reality. Who am I to "correct" you for your interpretation of a piece of art? I've grown a little since that night and do try on occasion not to be an asshole.<br /><br />Dominic<br /><br /><span>SUPERTRAMP - Live - Babaji - Queen Mary College 1977 </span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qvIQzI8ZCI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qvIQzI8ZCI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-10501886252794991962008-08-11T19:21:00.000-07:002008-08-11T19:42:57.709-07:00Snippets of my writings...<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The following are small pieces or parts of pieces i had written long ago. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sell me some stock<br />and I'll give you a dime<br />but it's not worth the trouble<br />not worth the time,<br />and Love will soon prove<br />that the lemon's a lime...<br />Get Moving! Get Moving!<br />and the old man gets sent to a home.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-from the basement bathroom wall of Duff' restaraunt- 1975 <br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">"The Pontoon Flats ribaldo snorfer rides again!" </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">"The mind dog laps up information like a tongue sponge- Arf! Arf! "</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">"I'm a very weak person- i can only carry a grudge." </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">"Shit!"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">more to come as i remember them. </span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-569654677082237862008-05-16T16:28:00.000-07:002008-05-26T12:35:42.117-07:00Aegian Sea by Aphrodites Child<h3><a name="AEGIAN SEA"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);font-family:Arial;" >AEGIAN SEA</span></a></h3> <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" width="100%"> <tbody><tr> <td valign="top" width="50%"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >I saw the souls<br /> I saw the martyrs<br /> I heard them crying<br /> I heard them shouting<br /> They were dressed in white<br /> they've been told to wait<br /> <br /> The sun was black<br /> the moon was red<br /> the stars were falling<br /> the earth has trembling<br /> And then a crowd impossible to number<br /> Dressed in white<br /> carrying palms</span></td> <td valign="top" width="50%"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >shouted amid<br /> the hotless sun<br /> the lightless moon<br /> the windless earth<br /> the colourless sky ...<br /> <br /> They'll no more suffer from hunger<br /> they'll no more suffer from thirst<br /> <br /> They'll no more suffer from hunger<br /> they'll no more suffer from thirst<br /> <br /> They'll no more suffer from hunger<br /> they'll no more suffer from thirst</span></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <p><img src="http://www.engelen.demon.nl/images/linenote.gif" alt="Line" height="30" width="582" /> </p>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-56032215919394282762008-04-24T19:28:00.000-07:002008-04-25T06:23:02.990-07:00Sea and Sand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4s4Sv8p4bt0PgByQa-pZH-LGhFixeFeQvCcp56yFpzEjctBne0MOb-JRpCZgHVY17U7bm46Qql6BGNOlv2ykXS0g3vEdh2NrdyFWDL5eTpwBboP_PzdCnekbTrF_4UeCFHnt7sr5V1VtZ/s1600-h/blogQuadrophenia400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4s4Sv8p4bt0PgByQa-pZH-LGhFixeFeQvCcp56yFpzEjctBne0MOb-JRpCZgHVY17U7bm46Qql6BGNOlv2ykXS0g3vEdh2NrdyFWDL5eTpwBboP_PzdCnekbTrF_4UeCFHnt7sr5V1VtZ/s320/blogQuadrophenia400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193159204348833298" border="0" /></a>i go back to places where i was happy. places of past loves and joy but once there in situ and without the people that made it whatever it is i thought it was at the time, the place seems a shell. an empty one.<br /><br />i was deeply in love with a gal named Alison. we met thru mutuals when she came to visit from New York. ended up on a couple of annual trips with them to the northeastern seaboard and NYC and seeing Alison was a big part of it for me. one of those trips included a group going to Martha's Vineyard for a weekend after the tourist season. had a wonderful time. nothing happened between us, ever.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvppfCNON7TutpjBxQLLt8JvZvStGzrtgXaWDHV5liCxgDqt0XlBpQ9siUfzke3gSMJ9GNev9ad6HwXrHKwsqX5u5xwxvZLG1p0tDAc0cxiy65rH7TLhR2T_RAFwBp3bnno0wl8d1D7tP/s1600-h/Quadrophenia-ride.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvppfCNON7TutpjBxQLLt8JvZvStGzrtgXaWDHV5liCxgDqt0XlBpQ9siUfzke3gSMJ9GNev9ad6HwXrHKwsqX5u5xwxvZLG1p0tDAc0cxiy65rH7TLhR2T_RAFwBp3bnno0wl8d1D7tP/s320/Quadrophenia-ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193159535061315106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />but in my mind i held this infatuation for some time after and went up East by myself the following year. after an awkward visit with Alison and our friends i went to the Vineyard by myself. with nowhere to stay i slept on the beach. however nostalgic or romantic, it just wasn't the same.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;" ><br /><br /></span></span>Sea and Sand by Peter Townsend<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span class="txt_1" style="font-size:85%;">Here by the sea and sand<br />Nothing ever goes as planned,<br />I just couldn't face going home<br />It was just a drag on my own.<br />They finally threw me out<br />My mother got drunk on stout,<br />My dad couldn't stand on two feet,<br />As he lectured about morality.<br />Now I guess the families complete,<br />With me hanging round on the street<br />Or here on the beach.<br /><br />The girl I love<br />Is a perfect dresser,<br />Wears every fashion<br />Gets it to the tee.<br />Heavens above,<br />I got to match her<br />She knows just how<br />She wants her man to be<br />Leave it to me.<br /><br />My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked<br />Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck<br />I ride a G S scooter with my hair cut neat<br />I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.<br /><br />I see her dancing<br />Across the ballroom<br />U V light making starshine<br />Of her smile.<br />I am the face,<br />She has to know me,<br />I'm dressed up better than anyone<br />Within a mile.<br /><br />So how come the other tickets look much better?<br />Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter.<br />How come the girls come on oh so cool<br />Yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool.<br /><br />Come sleep on the beach<br />Keep within my reach<br />I just want to die with you near<br />I'm feeling so high with you here.<br />I'm wet and I'm cold<br />But thank God I ain't old<br /></span><span class="txt_1" style="font-size:85%;"> Why didn't I say what I mean?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span class="txt_1" style="font-size:85%;"> I should have split home at fifteen<br />There's a story that the grass is so green,<br />What did I see?<br />Where have I been?<br /><br />Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand</span><br /><br />anyone that is familiar with the '73 album <span style="font-style: italic;">Quadrophenia</span> by The Who knows the story. a kid, too wrapped up in his past, facing the challenges of maturity. as a child of the late '60's/early '70's, letting go of the past is pretty challenging. why couldn't we be young forever?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnJdDhh_KyxbFnX7dGMIosIAx2ARdm5A5XtwGcLf13bzBLv9oE7Y2bK1ZQ8_4Ssa_MAV8XBzLhCg8_Pd4kRNUaS9TCEKkzO3IPvgf45x9qXacYgNBnnJ-Qsnre7HWmYD31N__MdiKlJdq/s1600-h/027243_9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnJdDhh_KyxbFnX7dGMIosIAx2ARdm5A5XtwGcLf13bzBLv9oE7Y2bK1ZQ8_4Ssa_MAV8XBzLhCg8_Pd4kRNUaS9TCEKkzO3IPvgf45x9qXacYgNBnnJ-Qsnre7HWmYD31N__MdiKlJdq/s320/027243_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193159814234189362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it seems that with the exception of the Mod/Rocker riots in Brighton, and the Mod movement, the story line was pretty close to mine. lyrically and musically it was spot-on. a mixed up kid moving on from everything that made his youth exciting- a coming of age story that fit me like a second skin. Then in 1979 the movie was released and there was my youth splashed up on the screen. more accurately- blend <span style="font-style: italic;">Quadrophenia</span> with Cameron Crowe's <span style="font-style: italic;">Almost Famous</span> and that pretty well sums it up.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Almost Famous? </span><span>that's a whole 'nuther post </span>to be covered later.dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-30548580172225811002008-02-24T18:25:00.000-08:002008-02-24T19:43:32.438-08:00there's a hole in the bottom of the sea.i am not particularly strong, but i wake up everyday to work and play. <br /><br />though not what i consider handsome, i can look at myself in the mirror each morning and not vomit, most times. maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> just too close. <br /><br />at times i am at peace with the world. don't know what brings it on but the hole in the pit of mt stomach is replaced with contentment and a knowing that everything will be alright. with nothing changing externally hope arrives with no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">apparent</span> reason. here i go quoting Robert Fripp again but how apt an aphorism-<br /><br />"<span style="font-size:-1;">In desperate times, a reasonable person might despair; but <b>hope is unreasonable</b>, and love is greater even than this."<br /><br /></span>this would explain much in my life. <br /><br />horrible people run the country yet i have so much hope for it and us. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span>in my last post i wrote of the concept of a soul mate for me, not yet but here's hoping. though not by one singular person, i do feel loved. there are hard times ahead. there will always be difficulties. i deal with them with the hope that things will be better. unreasonable? yes. do what's right and good comes.<br /><br />that's all i have for now.dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-6212199562896443652008-02-17T18:28:00.000-08:002008-02-17T18:35:00.397-08:00Weeping at beautyThere's cause to weep<br />at beauty<br />when something so perfectly<br />reflects the presence of God<br />like strong eyes<br />or silence<br />or knowing a glimpse of Truth<br /><br />As there's cause to laughter<br />and cause for pain<br />each as valid as<br />weeping at beauty<br />but alas- tears of joy<br />evaporate before<br />hitting the floor.dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-64223307779172676382008-02-15T15:42:00.000-08:002008-02-15T17:38:24.552-08:00More love.Been working on my <a href="http://www.myspace.com/dominicgschaeffer">myspace page</a> and the "middle bit" of Lauren Garbo began to play. My mind wandered back to the days when i wrote the song- days of innocence and exploration. The lyric is about waiting for my soul mate. I was convinced that everyone has a single "love of my life". Though at the time my freedom of spirit led me to going quickly from one girlfriend to another and occasionally beginning one before finishing with another. Guess i was a womaniser. Most likely just just young and stupid and selfish. Haven't found my soul mate yet. Perhaps i have, and tossed her aside for a prettier face. Looking back, there are at least 5 that fall into that category. Not to brag here but we're talking dozens of relationships from one night stands to those that lasted years. Why am i spilling all this now at the tender age of 50?<br /><br />I don't know if i still feel that way about finding a soul mate. I want to believe it. For a long time i went in quite the opposite direction- that even if there is "one" person out there, it is of no consiquence. Should we meet up in this life, all the better but if not- it wasn't meant to be. But even that is living under the supposition that that person does indeed exist. As i write this i'm waffeling on that question- and believing most likely not.<br /><br />Not long ago i thought i had indeed met her. I met "her" before. She had a different name then. Her first name was Mare, then Karen, then Alison, then Charlotte, then Pam, then on anon...<br /><br />Since getting sober in 1988 my relationships have gotten fewer but more long-lasting. In the long stretches between I have become quite comfortable on my own. If i can't be with myself how can i expect someone to want to be with me? Besides- i have more time for music and work and more work and- waitaminute- if i have so much time for all that work why can't the time be shared with someone else? This is the crux- that someone has to want to... i can't make someone want to be with me. <br /><br />Maybe one day someone will. Maybe not. La di da. <br /><br />"... i know for sure you're out there<br />can't you feel my spirit bleed?<br />just to know that you exist is all i need."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">lyrics for Laren Garbo by Dominic Schaeffer 1978<br /><br /></span>This pondering comes to you as a result of Hope. Robert Fripp has stated "there are times when reasonable people might despair. But hope is unreasonable, and love is greater than this..."dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-33014226041037982272007-11-28T17:53:00.000-08:002007-11-28T18:38:02.825-08:00From Gore to Edwards to Biden...<div class="medtext">this is my reply to a post on Democratic Underground asking-<br /><br /><table style="width: 356px; height: 93px;" class="post-top" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="smalltext" nowrap="nowrap"><span class="medtext"><b>tsegat01</b></span> <img src="http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/images/donor.gif" alt="Donating Member" border="0" height="11" width="11" /> (1000+ posts) </td> <td class="smalltext" align="right" nowrap="nowrap">Mon Nov-26-07 06:52 PM<br />Original message</td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table class="post-subject" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="100%"> <tbody><tr> <td><b>Have you changed candidates and why?</b></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <table style="width: 402px; height: 134px;" class="post-message" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="10"><tbody><tr valign="top"><td width="1%"><img src="http://upload.democraticunderground.com/discuss/images/avatars/personal/137638.jpg" border="0" height="48" width="48" /></td> <td width="99%"> <div class="medtext">Just curious. I've encountered a number of people who have switched candidates for various reasons. Some were disappointed in something their original choice had done or said, whereas others became more impressed with another candidate.<br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Gore was, and still is, the only person for the job. If he ran 3rd party I would drop my affiliation with the Democratic Party in a heartbeat. There are millions of us out here and Al knows it. He would split the party apart and would never do that. A pity, really. As much as a multi-party system is needed here, to do it now would be an automatic win for the GOP. So I'm left supporting Al Gore in all his works as "diplomat on the world stage"... and I DO support Gore in ALL his works and decisions- but <i>DAMN IT, AL... WE NEED YOU!!! NOW!!!"</i>. Okay- three deep breaths and one foot in front of the other...<br /><br />sigh... anyways-<br /><br />Edwards looked good for a time but, honestly- I feel that he was speaking from sound bites and not from the heart. All candidates do the sound-bite thing to a certain degree and that's fine, but after a while it gets old to me and the more a candidate can get past it and go for the crux of the issues, the more secure I feel in making a choice about who to give my support. I have always been distrusting of the main-stream media telling me who the "front-runner" is- Hillary, Barrack and John Edwards. Up and down, back and forth, ahead then behind... the horse race with no substance. Ehh. Not to mention that I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to the "come from behind underdog". My support for Howard Dean in 2004 was unshakable. Then I saw Joe Biden give the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T--LCh8ryOc">Jefferson-Jackson Dinner speech</a>. WOW!<br /><br />Until then (and even still to a degree) I saw Biden as a "go along to get along" guy. Like when Randi Rhodes asked him why he couldn't call GWB for what he is- a liar. Biden replied that that was the hardest thing for him to do. A totally political cover your ass response. The Bartcop graphic of Biden dancing with Leahy and Kerry in the pink tutu's comes to mind.<br /><img src="file:///Users/dominicschaeffer/Desktop/tutu-leahy-colt-biden1.jpg" alt="" /><br /><img src="file:///Users/dominicschaeffer/Desktop/tutu-leahy-colt-biden1.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUcYLZe-ZMgtjiS0NWQbpgadhuNfFS6xYFHSDO5V7vp_OamOuTdAdrys7fQgcyko_dqFTdRCHif9EgfOQwR9Oqn_vr0rrbGsGziRwOsKi8eUYoBE5UFXdKzFvS0tXRdeK_IdrDDMELhIek/s1600-h/tutu-leahy-colt-biden1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUcYLZe-ZMgtjiS0NWQbpgadhuNfFS6xYFHSDO5V7vp_OamOuTdAdrys7fQgcyko_dqFTdRCHif9EgfOQwR9Oqn_vr0rrbGsGziRwOsKi8eUYoBE5UFXdKzFvS0tXRdeK_IdrDDMELhIek/s320/tutu-leahy-colt-biden1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138085388471736866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But that happened years ago. I'm a sucker for a second chance.<br /><br />At the J-J Dinner Joe talked like a human being. He spoke of issues and he spoke of the deep trouble we as a nation are in. Pulling no punches, he spoke truth to power. He did not strike me as someone who could be bought. Sure, some of his solutions are not the ones I would personally choose, but he's actually speaking to important issues that the other three are not.<br /><br />But hey- this is what the process is all about- wheat from chaff. When the party selects it's nominee, he or she will get my vote. Period. I'm a tree-stump Democrat.<br /><br /><img style="width: 396px; height: 376px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b377/stlsaxman/TreeStumpDem.jpg" border="0" /> </div> <div class="sigline">"No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There's too much work to do!" Dorothy Day</div>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-48351906435360652412007-11-10T17:08:00.000-08:002007-11-19T18:51:16.949-08:00Bluesi grew up on old Vanguard label blues records. todays equivalent of iTunes for American Music collections. Bukka White, Son House, John Hurt and others were faves. on one of the collections the liner notes were written by a guy named Leroy Jodie Pierson.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglBEdlOv-AeHKootP_w4rAwvXGWzY9njlc4wkbbI6mFlRNAfwY9QWNoWNI3O7wCmszj0aCSECgjirvk9ddhAeGNbjB7huMTPS-_4zptWZcGriXGGHi3DdtrVA-VZY20khuDRveNhU4kZ_/s1600-h/84258.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglBEdlOv-AeHKootP_w4rAwvXGWzY9njlc4wkbbI6mFlRNAfwY9QWNoWNI3O7wCmszj0aCSECgjirvk9ddhAeGNbjB7huMTPS-_4zptWZcGriXGGHi3DdtrVA-VZY20khuDRveNhU4kZ_/s320/84258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131936088928458914" border="0" /></a>as a cook at The Broadway Oyster Bar, on Saturday nights there was a blues band that played on the stage/patio directly outside the kitchen door. i loved the raw, real country delta blues sound they had. "who are those guitar players?" "oh, that's Leroy." "but who's the other one?".... "oh, that's Leroy."<br /><br />yup, Leroy Pierson, Russ Horneyer on bass and Geoff Sietz on drums.<br /><br />i sat in with them a few times in a period of my life when playing music was a long distance love. drink and all that accompanies it were my companions in my basement apartment dwelling. guess you could say i was "living the blues".<br /><br />but the blues is more than that. the blues helped me out of my depths. the blues let me play saxophone again. though i certainly sucked at the time, i knew enough to play a cliche or two. on 31, December 1987 i made the grandiose decision to quit drinking. no 30-day hospital stay, just straight to A.A. to try "90 meetings-in-90-days". on 15, April i bravely set foot into my old stomping grounds, ready to split if i got nervous, but anxious to play. i had phoned Russ earlier that evening at home and asked if he'd mind if i sat in- "Yeah that'd be great- just don't show up drunk!". Leroy spotted me from the stage and at the next song beckoned. "C'mon up, boy! Ladies and Gentlemen, i wanna bring up the dog bwah to play- this is a special day for him and we'd like to congratulate him on 90 days"... no one in the crowd had any idea what he was talking about but all the employees and band members did and it was thrilling. Leroy said "we're gonna play a tune by the great Gregory Isaacs called 'The Lonely Lover'... and i leaped into an opening line on the saxophone that i play to this day. an awesome gift from the blues. yeah sure- it's a reggae tune but what is reggae but the blues with a skanky beat?<br /><br />i played with the Leroy Pierson Band through many incarnations. we played country blues, rock-a-billy, ska and reggae. Leroy was/is a wealth of knowledge and i learned so much about roots music from him. the old delta blues (as opposed to the more modern electric Memphis or Chicago style) was an early influence on my tastes in music.<br /><br />some twelve years or so back our family was gathered for Christmas at my sisters in Oakland. i was sifting through her LP collection, finding many of the wonderful records i grew up with when i happened upon "The Great Blues Men". opening the double album i found the extensive liner notes were written by Leroy Jodie Pierson!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Please read <a href="http://www.stlblues.net/pierson.html">this wonderful interview</a> of Leroy Pierson by Micheal Kuelker</span><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><i> <br /><br /></i></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fWFZjzYYnLQv7CctcV337DXOwNFgVsFyPeqdtNTnhIXGnlrUXfLuhkikCSjQckpky2tUPBjY9XY1aS5drvPOYxxuj2uY1wQcJXT59sP1ND8RSX-fYJonnSnnlTVn7FFz8TbgXhQL2s9E/s1600-h/13082_132678.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fWFZjzYYnLQv7CctcV337DXOwNFgVsFyPeqdtNTnhIXGnlrUXfLuhkikCSjQckpky2tUPBjY9XY1aS5drvPOYxxuj2uY1wQcJXT59sP1ND8RSX-fYJonnSnnlTVn7FFz8TbgXhQL2s9E/s320/13082_132678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134747090781182482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">the Leroy Pierson Band Re-union at The Broadway Oyster Bar with (L-R) Russel Horneyer- bass, Dominic Schaeffer- sax, The Reverend Craig Spellmeyer- drums</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Leroy Pierson- guitar and Ken MacSwan- guitar.<br /><br />photo by Kathy Horneyer<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoZba2ZL3M8CqgXyYATA8SokzdYlsRWOXwF1O0gYHvolSJrPTQJmnUgwDP9r7YOKQaqgPE3tkpRM6wV5Yz_8CJDwJ8FqFmRWpcDZsHJhWka0rY9t1vzMa-fGzoqAEH2I_D_6TsJYig9CU/s1600-h/13082_132678.jpg"><br /></a>dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-19398317378048162432007-11-10T12:14:00.000-08:002007-11-22T00:15:48.895-08:00My Good HeartMon Bon Coeur<br /><br />the sun is higher in the sky<br />these days<br />my thoughts a little lighter<br />mornings not so long to come<br />these days<br /><br />the wind is softer in the air<br />these days<br />my heart a little warmer<br />time alone not that impossible to bear<br />these days<br /><br />that little something extra<br />the icing on the cake<br />you pretty you<br />mon couer entier<br /><br />not that long ago<br />it seemed so far way<br />but i find that it’s right here<br />to take with me when i go<br /><br />take me with you<br />you pretty you<br />mon coeur entier<br />take me along<br /><br />when i must leave<br />you're here with me<br />where ever i might wander<br />you are always here<br />mon bon coeurdominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-90620757194313509122007-11-10T11:56:00.000-08:002007-11-10T12:07:25.672-08:00December 9th, 2006Robert Fripp is playing tonight in Madison, WI so i thought i would post the poem i wrote after he played here in St. Louis last year and my life changed. <br /><br /><br />120906 <br /><br />in the basement i found life <br />possible to bare my soul to all <br />with no one person really watching. <br />oh, they see okay but they aren’t watching. <br /><br />callous hands rub lightly love <br />i like that. <br />find myself home. <br /><br />looking so long i never thought i’d find it. <br />but there it is, before me, joyous, quizzical, loving. <br />I know this is it. <br />easy to keep. <br />hard to imagine. <br /><br />it rained that night. too many tickets in my pocket. <br />one man, one show, one guitar, <br />the feeling of monumental change about to occur. <br />but the happening itself so minute <br />if i blink <br />i might miss it. <br /><br />a sense of presence. i was in the moment <br />the here and now of there and then <br />could be, who knows, <br />the street lights glistened <br />driving to that place in time. <br />so fragile a moment like this. <br />breath wrong and it breaks. <br />but the gasp that results when you realize <br />it’s happening- reflected in the silence <br />as i drove there in my car. <br /><br />paying the way for four others <br />i descended the stairs to destiny. <br />with soul bared to the event, <br />i waited. <br />the light went down around me <br />the anticipation waxed as <br />the roomful greeted the vessel with applause. <br />He kissed the instrument <br />and placing it over his shoulders <br />rang the bells at the threshold to creation.dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679347483805005482.post-41578044178879532832007-10-28T11:02:00.000-07:002007-10-31T15:33:23.991-07:00lovewhat is it? why do we want it? how do we feel it? we cannot eat it yet it nourishes us. being alone is one thing, but love keeps us from being lonely. david crosby had a song which stated "music is love", not sure he was right, but i love music and music makes me feel love and many other things. do i love something or just enjoy it immensely? i love food. i love my house. i love my family and friends. i love psychotronics. <br /><br />my favorite part of "All You Need Is Love" is, toward the end, just before the melody of "Greensleeves" is played by the strings, when John Lennon says- "Guess again".dominic schaefferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279200190152055059noreply@blogger.com0