...The Dark Knight

One must be tough to be in love, or so I would gather.

I was going to blog on something entirely different just now, but with a will like the wind, I am now blogging on the cinema event of the year, thus far. It is epic, but not perfect; it is strong medicine, but not the cure. It is "The Dark Knight", and it is better than good.

I will spare you all my inept film criticism and instead share a unique thought I had on the movie itself. I don't say unique in that I'm the only one who has this thought, but unique in that I did not expect this thought to come from myself.

When my wife and I (give it up for her guest blog last week!) saw TDK for the first time two weeks ago, two things hit me the most. First was that Heath Ledger's grave should be adorned with gold statuettes early next year, and two...well, two was harder to put into context, much less words. Tina, my wife, got a little impatient with me, and then the puzzle finally clicked. I knew what it meant to me, if no one else. It was a perfect, modernized, symbolic take on the personas of World War Two. Let me explain.

I am no conspiracy buff, who attaches two disparate things together, and then calls the rest of the world blind for not seeing the connection. But some thoughts came to mind and they string together accordingly. Please consider the following thoughts:

In the comics, and twice in the movie, many scenarios and causes have been presented for the Joker's appearance and psychosis. The movie breaks from the canonical history of the comics by having his appearance be a mixture of scars and makeup, when most "origin" stories in the canon involve him falling into a chemical mixture that causes the disfigurement and the madness. Either way, the movie has thrown a different angle into the mix, but the part of interest is this: He tells it different each time. That much remains true in translation from small page to big screen.

Much like the Joker, one Adolf Hitler underwent a severe change as madness set in. By many accounts, Hitler was from a good home, had a solid upbrining, and was even a potential world-class visual artist. Yet, somewhere along the way, like a wolf that lusts for blood, Hitler changed both the course of his life and history at large. Needless to say, the maniacal, genocidal rule of Hitler's National Socialists is well-documented and troubling to the soul. My point is this: How did Hitler become a murderer instead of a painter, and how did the nameless villain-to-be become the Joker, instead of anything else?

I am reminded of John Carpenter's "Halloween" series of films. We never know the reason why Michael Myers decides to become darkness; we simply are left to deal with the wreckage of his choice. Dahmer, Bundy, Gasey, etc... The "why" rarely gets answered. And that's where the horror rests to a sane mind.

To me, this was the first link in my brain. Through the character of Alfred (performed wonderfully by Michael Caine), the next link came quite pivotally. When talking to Wayne/Bats about possible motives, Alfred throws a monkey-wrench into the mess by pointing out "that some men just like to watch it burn" (to paraphrase).

Again, going back to post-WWI Germany, we find a people hurting and reeling from a war they lost badly. In shock, they let a small group of hate-mongers prove that propaganda is a powerful tool of war. That thought might strike you off-handedly, but be honest and examine: Hitler, and others in his party, were cults of personality. Charisma does not have to be used to achieve goodness. It was the hundreds of thousands of men and women, young and old, that allowed themselves to become the flock to a twisted shepard. A shepard complete with his own gospel, apostles, angels, and devils. Hitler simply formed a church and a gospel built on lies and hatred, and Germany bought it lock, stock and barrell. It is one thing to load the gun and point; it's another thing entirely to actually pull the trigger.

The Joker models this same style of subvertive leadership throughout the tale. He turns petty thieves upon each other in the hope of financial gain. He turns the mentally ill loose upon easy prey for sheer enjoyment. He is a master orchestrator of epic proportion, ever the puppet-master dangling the threads in his own production. He is ever-present, yet nowhere to be found. He pits groups of people not only against themselves, but against their perceptions of themselves.

The two boats of people is a cruel mixture of Pearl Harbor and The Cuban Missle Crisis. And that's the brilliance of the Joker's plan. Even without one boat destroying the other (or itself, neither was ever proven), he thrust the looking-glass into each of thier hands, making them see the ugliness inside of themselves, hidden deeply under decency and manners. Much like how many "decent" Europeans, whether they were bakers, mechanics, housewives, aristocrats, or soldiers, were allowed to hold the looking glass, but still look away for far too long. Both dictators, real and imagined, darkened a few White Knights in their time.

Also much like the dictator of real life, it seems that our Joker has a suicidal bent. Perhaps if we are to disregard another's life, it's just inherent that we share the same lack of committment to our own. Hitler followed through, but it's as if the Joker sees too much of himself in Batman, thus, he wants Batman to kill him, "completing" his suicide wish.

At this point, the circuit completes itself to me. Bats doesn't kill the Joker, and in fact saves him from sure death. Two groups of people do not cave in to a life and death situation, and spare each other in the end. A mircocosm of Apocalypse is averted by a simple code of honor, and people willing to stand by it. A hero of one era, born of it's dreams and hopes and fears and failures, remains a hero still today, however modern the technology or how expensive the storytelling.

The generation that stood, fought, suffered, then won WWII has been called the greatest generation yet. I don't know if that's true, but I won't argue against it. My generation suffers from affluenza and selfishness and hopelessness, and, worst of all, blindness. A cause must only be worthy if Celebrity A is "getting behind it" in an effort to "keep it real". Comfort leads to control, and we will not fight for the control we've so willfully surrendured as long as we're comfortable. But when the cradle is rocked, will we, the fabled tiger, have any teeth left? Are our claws waiting to be unsheathed?

I don't know the answers, and I barely know who to frame the questions. This is not meant to be a complete and through examination of anything, but I did mean it to be more than some rambling game of connect-the-dots. I meant, more than anything, for this text to make you think. I do not pretend to be the standard-bearer for truth in this world, but I send this one humble prayer on behalf of all of us...

God keep us in a world with no super-heroes; may we birth no super-villains.

___________________________

There is so much great Batman-related material in the world, but if you're interested in either of Christopher Nollen's movies (or Tim Burton's for that matter), then you must pick up "The Killing Joke". Written by Alan Moore (see previous post on "The Watchmen") and illustrated beautifully by Brian Bolland, it's Burton's favorite comic. Also, see "The Long Halloween" by Jeph Loeb & Tim Sale (both in TV now on VERY cool shows...check it) as well as "Batman: Year One" by Frank Miller & David Mazzucchelli. These three books provided a lot of material for these last two Bats movies, and are brilliant on thier own. Check out Alex Ross' (with TV superscribe Paul Dini) Batman: War on Crime as well. Ross is unmatched as an illustrator. He single-handedly keeps me into comics for those long-spells when I'm just not interested.

Also, Tim Burton started a four-movie run in the last twenty years that is worth enjoying. Keaton was good, Kilmer was as good, but I didn't get Clooney. Anywhoo.... There is also a fine, if youth-oriented, animated series by Bruce Timm, and another more recent run that didn't seem as good.

And who can forget the original, campy, unforgettable live-action series? Adam West paved the way for the Keatons, Kilmers, and Bales. Let us not forget where what we love comes from...

And if Angelina Jolie becomes the Catwoman...look out, cause that movie could break all records....

Melody From Heaven--by guest blogger, Mrs. Brandon Findlay

Recently my husband and I watched an ambitiously powerful film called "The Red Violin". Shot in 5 countries, it follows the "life" of its title subject across centuries, characters, and continents. It reminded me of how what we usually look upon as "mere objects" have rich histories behind their scenes, and a world of significance far beyond function alone.

Until the day I was born, I was going to be called "Melody" until the soulful influence of Mrs. Ike Turner won out, and gave me something I also share with Ginger on Gilligan's Island, that is, our names are both "Tina". But maybe my mother sensed something beyond what she could even explain, a destiny of music deep in my code, even before I sang my way out of the womb.

My "pre-name" of Melody was something Brandon decided to honor when he obtained his 1999 Paul Reed Smith McCarty Soapbar guitar, a model discontinued this past year. I've learned from him that a guitar is not just a guitar; in the words of the best-selling musicians' magazine, it is a "guitar world". At our house, Melody is a sibling of Maya, Midnight, and Marcus. "She" came into our life carrying the vibes of at least 2 other great musicians we cherish and admire, from the walls of Dirk Newton's Guitar Shop in East Village, and the hands of Karen Harrison from the Soapbox Prophets (who I just heard on the radio 10 minutes ago--shout out to them and to 99.1 KFMG-FM).

Melody was paid for in stages, patiently received by our friend Karen. Before that, she was perused and fawned over, on and off the wall, by Brandon at Dirk's place. Brandon first spotted her and thought of how much she reminded him of an awesome guitar belonging to Karen. Shortly after to his delight, he discovered that this was indeed the very guitar of Karen's that he had always admired from afar.

Since her initial arrival at our home, Melody has lit up many a song, concert, and the Lady Blue CD, with the light of her unique smooth tone (that's another Brandon principle I've been blessed to learn about, the importance of tone). It was she who gently coaxed me into a much higher level of guitar interest and knowledge, and her interaction with my husband's artistry has opened my eyes about the craft, musicianship, and overall mastery involved in the world of the guitar.

One of these days, I may have to finally clip my diva fingernails and jump into the journey of Melody in a more, shall we say, hands-on way. She has, like the red violin of the movie, a story of her own that transcends all those fortunate enough to cross her path for a time. While we're the lucky ones living with her now, I intend to take full advantage of the mysteries she has to share. As the hymn says, in our hearts (and hands) there rings a Melody of love. And she definitely has a destiny of music deep in her code, a destiny we are delighted to share with her, and all her siblings at home, for at least a little while.

^D8

It's been a while! I have not been ignoring my little section of the blog-verse, but I've been very bush with many other things.

"All will be revealed...."

HD3's are going to be caught up very soon!

Hey, you, the reading audience... I haven't forgotten you. Really. It's been nutty recently, but I plan on posting several HD3's over the next few days to get myself caught back up again. Maybe I'll post some other stuff too as a consolation prize for the loyalists among you all!

Thanks for reading,
Deacon

HD3 Week 2: COMING TOMORROW~

Hey- sorry for the delay on week 2, but it's been busy! Check back tomorrow and you'll see your week 2 edition of HD3- and it will be worth it. I might even throw in a bonus for the delay!

Peace,
Deacon

...Marc Ford

Read here....

I stumbled across an interview/spotlight piece I did on Marc Ford a few years ago for Guitar World Online. I remember calling him at his Malibu house, and he would take phone calls in the middle..."Hey man, I'm in an interview, I'll call you back"... of our interview. How's that for abusing the formal sentence for one's own purpose!! Hah!

Needless to say, it was a thrill, and I'm still proud of the work I did in that period, though I easily recognize how much better a writer I am now. But, to be fair, that improvment came by doing work like this for my friend and mentor, Alan Paul.

Hope you enjoy, and please leave me comments so that I know this stuff is being looked over.

If you like this, then I might scan some other work I've done.

^D8

http://wearekaleidoscope.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-beginning.html

Follow this link to read about some very cool and exciting changes that Kaleidoscope CreatiVEntures is undertaking.

A short post...what's the world coming too?

HD3 Week 1 - Seven Moons

We're starting a new series today called HD3. What is HD3, per chance?

Repeat after me: "High Desire Hump Day Happy Discovery". Hah!

It's been an extremely busy month for us Kaleidoscope folks. Bands have been playing great gigs and making money, etc. etc..... But I've been missing my blog and the ego-stroking dictatorship I maintain over it, so here we go.

HD3 is going to be a weekly series where I write about a disc that's been tripping my trigger. I believe more than ever in the power of an album. Children (or persons otherwise immature to the greatness of what is older due to addiction to what is newer) today are at a disadvantage because their generation doesn't understand the power of the bigger statement. Led Zeppelin's fourth album was a far grander statement than the power of only one of it's songs. Sgt. Peppers, Fly Like An Eagle, Aretha Sings the Blues, the original motion picture soundtrack to "Superfly".... you get the point. I want to celebrate that wonderful tapestry that great artists weave when given the chance. Tapestry...another great album!

HD3 Week 1: Seven Moons by Jack Bruce and Robin Trower. Bruce, the iconic frontman of Cream, despite revisionist thinking that would place Eric Clapton in the role, teams for a third time with equally brilliant guitar hero Robin Trower, formerly of Procul Harum's post "Whiter Shade" era. The results are delicious. The recipe is described...

Robin Trower broke from Procul Harum in 1971 due to the ever-lovely "differences in artistic direction" Harum was prog-rock before that term found its standard bearers in outfits such as King Crimson and Yes. Harum, like those bands, had an affinity for "esoteric" lyrics that were often mated to complex arrangements, often based in classically-inclined keyboards and guitars. Trower himself, by his own admission, had yet to fully grow into a signature voice on the guitar, yet was finding himself at a crossroads.

The death of Jimi Hendrix on the 18th of September, 1970 provided the impetus in this change. When Keith Reid, lyricist of Harum, came to Trower with a lyric in tribute to their fallen hero, Trower dove head-first into Hendrix's musical catalog. The piece that emerged, "Song For A Dreamer", showed Trower a guiding light for his future. A light he would follow with an almost religious strength.

By 1969, Jack Bruce had left Cream in the implosion that nearly ended more than the group. Egos, drugs, women, and sheer volume and exertion had taken a heavy toll upon the trio, and Bruce was keen on getting away. A virtuoso instrumentalist and revered vocalist among his peers, Bruce journeyed through several interesting projects, including an album with the Tony Williams' Lifetime with John McLaughlin on guitar.

Fast forward to the dawn of the 80's. Trower and Bruce are both in need of new directions and sounds, and find a way to work together. They make two beautiful, but flawed, albums and go their separate ways.

Then we hit 2005. Sickness and age drive the three men who once formed the world's first super group to team again. Cream reunites victoriously at the Royal Albert Hall, puts out a great album and concert film, and they go their separate ways.

That appears to be way too much history for an album review. But I think in the scope of all the history these two men have lived, it is this history that makes this album all the more special. That these men are alive and remain creative has resulted in a special recording that deserves attention and reverence.

Seven Moons represents the first time Trower and Bruce have co-written an entire set of songs together. Their first two records relied on songwriting partners from previous engagements, and thus lacked the cohesiveness that blossoms fully on Seven Moons.

Leading off with the title track, Trower's guitar tone is breath-taking in ways that applaud modern technology and pay homage to the analog past. With a chord progression that hints of Hendrix's "1983", Bruce lays warm and soft bass lines into the groove. And through the next ten songs, the interplay only grows. And it is in the growth that the album finds it's heart and soul.

This is an album made by men who are wiser, older, and just plain better. Both men have retained their chops, and Bruce's voice is especially alive. But there is a subtlety and taste present here that could not have been present in younger, more hedonistic days. Instead of the overdriven ballsiness of his Cream-era pocket with Ginger Baker, Bruce lays a "womb" with drummer Gary Husband here. Kudos are indeed due to Husband, as he fulfills the role of a drummer in a power-trio setting wonderfully. Alternating between support and drive, he uses his kit with passion and purpose, and makes the effort better.

Trower is an artist with the guitar. I hesitate to use the cliched expressions, because at this point in his career, I believe they just simply don't mean too much. Trower, a survivor of an era which killed, debilitated, or paralyzed many of his once-contemporaries, has a vitality and clarity in his playing that speaks with a volume that cannot be ignored, regardless of how loudly he chooses to play.

Both Bruce and Trower are known for compositions that shift with authority, and again the album doesn't disappoint. The pacing and order of compositions takes the listener on a ride. From the ballad elements of "Distant Places of the Heart" and "I'm Home" to the surprisingly-rocking "The Last Door" and "So Far to Yesterday", this is a true album in the most complete sense. This trio is taking a journey, and I have loved traveling lightly with them.

I have written more than I wanted to, and probably have not talked enough about the album. Laurie Anderson said that "writing about music is like dancing about architecture", and to a point I agree. For this first installment, I chose a record that I am falling in love with, and wanted to tell all of you about. Forgive my indulgence... next time I'll be better, I swear!

I, with whole-heart, recommend this album to anyone reading. A treasure like this, with it's gold refined into simpler pleasures, is an exquisite power trio record. A must for a fan of anything close to this.

Until next Wednesday...

..."Dylan's Visions of Sin"

I have given the "college try" in the last three months to dedicating a chunk of my time to the "expansion of horizons." So, in valiant attempt, I stumbled across "Dylan's Visions of Sin" by Christopher Ricks. Here in lies the problem with "stumbling into expansion"...

Great book, well-written, didn't grip my soul. That's as easy as I can put it. I made a rule for myself long ago that if the first 100 pages of a book do not connect with me, do not encourage further investment, then I will set it aside until a time in my life when another effort appears worthy.

It was an interesting concept; it is a poetic, literary analysis of Dylan's song lyrics, looking at them through the coloring lenses of the 7 deadly sins, as wells as the 7 saving graces and heavenly virtues. Spiritual content... score! However, this read is truly what it appears to be: a hard-core, very intense analysis of a man's lyrical work for more than 40 years. And I think in his brilliance, author Ricks missed the truly most brilliant aspect of the Dylan mystique. There is simply a quality to all brilliant art that is not quantifiable, not tangible to the hand that writes or the word waiting to be written.

Again, I mean no harm on his wonderful work; had I been in a place in my life when I would have been up for it's studious nature, I think it would been an outstanding adventure of enlightenment and intellect. I "feel" smarter for having consumed the first 100 pages. And perhaps that quality I found lacking is there, but I missed it due to a lack of connection with the work. Regardless, it went back to the library today, where I hope it finds the comforting grip of one who is prepared for it's toil.

Back to the untangible quality that all great art has. I think this is the reason that as I grow deeper into being the artist that I want to be, I worry less about certain things that used to matter so much. I believe my soul is leading me away from conciously, and constantly, analyzing the trivial and immediate, towards a place where I can just "exist" with what's being created and deal with it in more sincere, humble terms.

Where I used to obsessively watch guitarists, trying to understand the depth of their art by the simple watching of how it's done, now I kind of just wonder, in a not-quite vacant state of mind, how and why they are doing what they are doing. Though I just overly simplified this all, in that frame of mind, I find I actually learn a lot more than I ever thought I could, by simply just enjoying and being enriched by the art of another. It is that feeling that I am slowly finding in my own playing. Note- I still obsessively listen to recordings of myself to better myself. I am finding that 'more' is necessary, but not often.

Because of this practice, I find myself doing what Ricks has done, and that's why I applaud the book though I have not finished it. I believe in bettering myself by the planned unraveling and repair of my intent in being an artist. What I mean is this: as an artist, we make many choices that do not serve the art we are creating. I play weird modal things in the middle of a slow blues because of muscle memory that plays familiar shapes, or because I conciously want to sound complex and accomplished, even though I couldn't admit that in the moment. So those ill-fit choices serve as educators to me, in that when I can unravel the reasons behind why I made the choice, then repair the intent or "cause", then I can 'program' myself to not make the same mistakes over and over.

Unraveling is a good verb for this act. I guess the heroes I've kept in adoration over the years all started with the same primary-colored balls of yarn. It's the rainbow they created with them, full of life, and vigor, and difference, that drew me to them. In reflection, I've got some good-looking panels on my patchwork quilt. To the needle and thread I return, thanking Ricks for the ride and hoping some day to finish the trip.

...Michelle Parker

Michelle, your name, in it's native Hebrew and French diaclects, meant "one who resembles God".

Michelle, your life, in it's native intricacies and delicacies, meant "one who resembles God."

In the passage of life, we are sometimes, though rarely, blessed with offers of shelter; shelter meaning compassion, or beauty, perhaps kindness. Those who would shelter us in the present moment have the wisdom to realize that they too will perhaps need shelter as they traverse these same steps in later days. And so it was that Michelle and I met.

I had briefly met Michelle through my wife, Tina, who had been good friends with Michelle throughout the years, including time spent together at First Federated Church where my wife had been Director of Worship, or a job title that fit that job description. My wife can describe her own feelings for Michelle, and she most definitely did at her own blog, Spaghetti for Breakfast. In remembrance, I decided to look back at three times we shared, hoping to divine some truth for you to discover about her.

My wife asked Ms. Parker to read at our wedding, 1-1-2005. She gladly and quickly accpeted the invitation, and arrived promptly for the pre-wedding rehersal in her characteristic readiness. I have read other recollections since her passing that describe this same "state"; she always seemed "on" because I believe being "off" didn't suit her. She read her piece with a resolute authority that was so honestly "her" that I find myself looking back on that moment just now and wondering how many more people like myself just took her for granted because of this. Honest consistency is a cursed blessing in so many ways; did Michelle feel its sting? Regardless, she wished us well and was on her way again, back into the worst day of weather we had that year. Half my family wouldn't make the date, but Michelle Parker did. Her cursed blessing in full-swing again.

Later that summer, I wrote a series of four narrations that were read by local luminous friends and colleagues at a "Giants of Jazz" performance. The "Giants of Jazz" series is part of Des Moines' 'Jazz in July' events, and this particular GOJ happened to be the first. The Alpha. My wife had just completed her second career run starring in "Ain't Misbehavin' ", a poignant revue of the life, times and music of Thomas "Fats" Waller. She had also served as musical director for this production, and thus parleyed her time and dedication to that production into this GOJ feature. At her request, which came at my arm-twisting, I prepared these four narrations to tell the story that the songs couldn't always provide.

Again, she arrived and just stepped up and delivered the "song" of his life with a measure of grace and dignity that so few understand, much less could breathe into a piece such as this. She was showing nothing more than the brilliance of the unspoken. Her narration was not painted with broad strokes of animation, for that would miss too much of the finer detail that gives our lives character. It also was not lost for the grand scale, for a life-force as big as Fats deserved a sendup...and a sendup he received! I believe she had another engagement, so she enjoyed herself until she was obliged to enjoy herself somewhere else.

The last time I saw Michelle was at a little concert venue here in town. The band was jamming and my wife, in the middle of such maelstrom, threw in a characteristic 'shout-out' to her girl Michelle. Maybe it was between songs...does it matter? Our paths were crossing over and we had journalistic royalty in the house! I didn't get much of a chance to speak with her, but I greeted her and sat for a moment before carrying on to someone else. Do I regret it? No. And I firmly mean that, because I didn't treat her any less warmly than if I had known what was coming. At least that's what the memory banks are telling me upon withdrawl.

We were there to say good-bye, sweet one who resembles God. Maybe you know, maybe that doesn't matter anymore. But know that you mattered. I believe the greatest trick in life is the one you can't pull yourself. And throughout the centuries, so many have desperately tried to trick history into remembering a legacy they did not deserve. That's the problem. Try too hard, and ambition gets in the way. Some don't bother at anything, and some ambition could only help. I believe you had the right ambition, Michelle. The ambition of the humble servant. The perfect way when trying to get to the heart and soul of something important. Serve it, and it will serve unto you, right?

A eulogy in her own words, a closing in her own truth...

"It don't take all that!"

________________
Wasn't sure what to link to, so please google "KCCI+Michelle+Parker" and you find a treasure of this Treasure.

News was her love, she was it's Queen. And now a thousand years, between....

STORMWARNING

Update on the SW of last week. Here you go...

Had the in-depth talks concerning this exciting new mystery project. I believe something beautiful is about to be birthed upon the world. I wish I could say more, but I believe that if this deal gets sealed, this project might just cause a stir or two. More to come...stay tuned!

More to say on later days. 'Til then...

_____

Beware the Storm that catches Surprise
When Surprise stands staring in Warning's eyes
-Deacon-

^D8

Update...get it? Oh, shut up....

I like using visual cues for blog titles because it helps one to navigate better. The "^D8" symbol refers to updates concerning this blog or subject matter I feel is closely tied to it. Again, as with "STORMWARNINGS", there will be no "..." in the title, and I will type the pertinent info in italics so you can further visually differentiate between banal ramblings and anal self-importance. 'Cause I know you care that I updated my blog. Really... ;-)

Started teaching myself the basics of HTML coding today, simply so I could post some links using one of these "classic templates." Hope you like it. If I linked to you in someway, repaid favors are as sweet a dessert as any known. Please check out the links, as it's another way of seeing this blog's stated mission bear fruit. Peace.

-Deacon-

STORMWARNINGS

Another facet of the MW diamond is unveiled to you all...

STORMWARNINGS are, or will be, quick, sneak-peaks at upcoming possibilities that Kaleidoscope CreatiVEntures and it's various branches might bring forth into existence. Details will be scarce, but I figure if you are kind enough to read the ol' blog, then I could give you something to get excited about. Stormwarnings will be my coded title for such posts. The text of highest interest will be in italics to differentiate from the normal banal ramblings you seem to gladly suffer. Hah! Also, there will be no "..." in the title. That marking is reserved for shared treasures and discoveries, not the potential and unsure.

Interesting discussion in the last 7 days, but specifically the last 24 hours. Concerning a potential new media excursion for the Kaleidoscope CreatiVEntures folks. Involves a medium that is gaining respect though it has a revered if misunderstood history. This project could also potentially mean a tremendous step forward in how we can serve artists of all shapes and shades [remember that term for some reason]. I will be having some hopefully extended conversations on it this weekend, so stay tuned. I am so deeply excited by this possibility that it's hard for me to keep it grounded for now. But if this is to have full life, then it must learn to walk before it can run.

__________

Beware the Storm that catches Surprise

When Surprise stands staring in Warning's eyes

-Deacon-

...Midnight Wine, the band

From previous posts, you might have gathered that there is a band that shares names with this blog. I thought I might take this opportunity to shine this facet of the diamond known as "Midnight Wine"

First, this is the (albeit edited and "fixed) biography I wrote and submitted for the band's recent debut performance [see blog "...the 2008 Iowa Blues Challenge"]

MIDNIGHT WINE - A biography

“Midnight Wine” is an old feeling for the Deacon. It’s also a new musical group, formed to celebrate the chemistry and passion he has shared over the last few years with the three dear friends who round out the project. But what is Midnight Wine?

“Midnight Wine started as just a feeling of sorts, and as I matured through school and college, I had a lot of experiences that served to instruct me in the way this world works. I found great mentors who taught me how to teach myself; I read, saw, witnessed and experienced many great moments in life that helped to build a strong and vital spirit within. And over the last four years of my life, I have been incredibly blessed to create art with many great people, literally legends and giants who walk among us. These are the people who have shown me the deepest meaning of music and art. That’s the soul of the blues and every great form of music, and that’s what I want to live to celebrate everyday I’m blessed to walk this earth.”

Joining Deacon in the good times are pianist/organist David Larson, bassist/multi-instrumentalist Joe Koelling, and drummer/percussionist Mike Woods. “I met David in the summer of 2004 and we became friends right away. We shared a mutual appreciation for music and we had the chance to perform together several times that summer. David is one of those rare talents who transcend the genres and borders that others put in front of him, and just simply serves the song in a beautiful way. He is one of the most versatile, passionate and deep-rooted musicians I know.”

Deacon also met Koelling that same summer, and like-wise, was impressed by the sheer musicianship he saw. “I sat in for some rehearsals at Great Plains Studios, which Joe owned and operated at the time. When Lady Blue, the band my wife and I formed, went to record a CD in the fall of 2006, we reconnected with Joe and, again, there was a deep appreciation and trust between us. He is such a complete, multi-talented artist, and my eyes were opened to what one musician can bring out in someone when given the chance.”

The last piece of the puzzle came in the person of Mike Woods, a drummer of immense talent and incredible humility. Woods and Deacon were introduced by Koelling at Kaleidoscope Sonic Lab Recording Studios in Urbandale, of which Koelling and Deacon are both partner-owners. “Joe had been talking non-stop about this insane drummer who was coming into sessions and just knocking everyone over on the first take. Being that Joe wasn’t easily impressed by anything, I checked out Mike for myself. It was over. He truly possesses every trait you could want in a drummer and fellow musician. He acts and performs like the contest champion he is. Chops and taste that don’t run out, and that’s just the start.”

But what is Midnight Wine and what connection does it have to the Blues? “Midnight Wine is my symbol for the life I’ve made for myself. It’s the heartache, it’s the joys, it’s the consequences of every bad choice I’ve made and the blessings of every right choice I’ve chosen. It’s my heart and soul, and it’s what drives me to be the best I can be and treat this world with love and gratitude. And if that has nothing to do with the blues, then we all should just give up now, ‘cause we’re all done for.”

A fair introduction to the band, but only if there would be more to say- and there is. I look forward to delving into the three musicians that occupy this specific group with yours truly, as well as getting into the psyche and genesis of the whole "MW" concept that is spawning all of this.

In closing, posting these small but significant pieces of my own puzzle is helping me to find clear focus on several fronts for the first time in a long while. I think often of a famous Jimmy Page quote, given in retrospection of Led Zeppelin's legacy and his vision. He envisioned Zeppelin as a multi-faceted diamond, through which all their myriad influences could shine as well as be recast as something beautifully new. It would sound both soft and hard, light and heavy. From time to time , it seems he, no they, were the visionaries of their time who brought these elements together and summoned forth this deep greatness that so many of their peers, as well as mine, rob and thieve without consideration of birthrights.

My partners and I are working with similar spirit; whether it's honoring the blues both outside ourselves as well as within each other through MW the band, or the partnership that oversees Kaleidoscope CreatiVEntures crafting new ways of approaching their motto: "the art of our business is art." We live in exciting times that call for steadfast dedication to true visionary mindsets as well as to possess a loyal sense of integrity to honor the deep wellspring from which this all flows.

Consider perspective: whether it is one band changing one life one song at a time, or one small group of determined people not surrendering to the imposing tide of this world's debilitating apathy, just remember this quote, and maybe we'll catch you on the flip side...

To Journey without being Changed is to be a nomad,

To Change without Journeying is to be a chameleon,

To Journey and be Transformed is to be a Pilgrim.

(Mark Nepo, philosopher, poet, author).

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Several things to check out from this blog. I learned of the Nepo quote from Dick Staub's excellent "Christian Wisdom of the Jedi Knight", but Nepo's quote is proof-positive that his writing is worth further investigation. I should not have to encourage one's need to discover (or rediscover if the flame burns low) the wonder and majesty of Led Zeppelin's catalog. Some of the greatest musical art ever committed to tape. Of course, if you would like to fancy crafting your own wonder and majesty to tape and need assistance, Midnight Wine, as part of the Kaleidoscope CreatiVEntures can more than assist you in the process. This blog is part of a whole inter-connected series of blogs that will be launched on a more grand scale very soon!

...The Watchmen

There was a point in my childhood when I consciously recognized a choice, a crossroads of sorts, was forming in the not-so-far horizon. Upon meeting that crossroads, I chose and lived.

You wonder, perhaps; 'what does this guy think he’s writing about?'

I am referring to a time in my young adulthood when I chose to not try as hard; to not work so hard, to not strive as hard. It’s as if I made the choice to simply "get along" with my fellow mankind and not compete against it. For a person who speaks as eloquently of Sun Tzu as I "try", I believed that even samurai wanted to retire some day. That men of war wanted to become men of peace some day. At the point of this choice, I felt brilliant but removed; life was to take it's own pace and I would not incur its turbulence.

Of course, I didn't frame it that way then. But I am sitting here today, wondering if I had chosen the polar opposite of my current path. Would I be more financially secure? Would I be more...period? Maybe you're wondering what this has to do with the literary genius of Alan Moore.

It's cause Alan Moore, and his brilliant "The Watchmen" represents an author, but more a work, that distinctly speaks to me. In fact, the conversation was so deep between me and the piece that I can't even find a way to give summation to my thoughts, finding my current level of communication simply inept to posit something of merit in its honor. Instead, like its author, I'll take a different approach than the standard "review."

For those not in the know, I am part of Kaleidoscope CreatiVEntures and Sonic Lab Recording Studios. Sorry for the ad, but conjure the iconography of a kaleidoscope, the central theme of my life and the lives of my partners right now. Now, transform, slowly and carefully if you must, that entire system of interconnectedness and complexity into a medium where words meld with graphics to form the riveting revolution before your very eyes. Meditating on this, you realize that this work you've just experienced has clearly articulated a set of your own beliefs at such a profound level, that you just can't imagine that someone else crafted this but yourself.

That's what I feel, that is could be another crossroads in my continuum, to use a word I absorbed through comicdom. Not to become pretentious in trying to become smarter. Not to become self-absorbed in trying to become clever. And it also can't be a genesis moment. April 10 of this past week was a "genesis/debut" moment [see blog titled "...the 2008 Iowa Blues Challenge"].

This is more of a call to arms, to try and give my feelings a formal context or reference point. Not necessarily to believe in his ideals (I know enough about Mr. Moore to know that we don't agree on everything. But I respect him and can agree to disagree). This call to arms would be to become the honest conduit for the greatness within. To study at the same intensity I laze. To stop the obscuring functions of the mind and heart so that I can fully realize the truth around me. To hear what is truly being said. To see what is truly being displayed. To honestly recognize the sheer magnitude of what creates me, surrounds me, and the grace inherent.

In this time of building Kaleidoscope, I find myself lost in the scope of it. I let myself become confused as to what to do and how to do it. I focus on a perceived lack of focus. I feel like it's slowly unraveling the patchwork that takes so much life-force to create. But, I will grant myself this one caveat. If there is one who can be influenced, and in turn influence, than hope not only exists but is waiting for me to stop obscuring it. It is like Grace: Inherent, but not always apparent.

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Please do yourself a favor and learn more about Alan Moore and his body of work, including the Watchmen. Alan will be the subject of future blogs as I develop my knowledge of his life and his work.

Dig in deep and you'll find what to keep.

...the 2008 Iowa Blues Challenge

A week or so ago, I had the personal joy and pleasure of participating in, and actually kicking off, the 2008 Iowa Blues Challenges. I wanted to share some of what made that night so special for me.

First of all, the three gentlemen I was blessed to perform with bring so much greatness to my life that I almost can't stand it! They are fine musicians because they are fine people.They are three extra brothers I never had, being thankful for the one I do! So moutains of thanks are due to pianist/keyboardist David Larson, bassist Joe Koelling, and drummer Mike Woods. Outstanding job!

To my own cause, I finally caved in a lot of walls in my life by just throwing myself in the fire; the event marked several debuts and speial moments:

1. Midnight Wine's first ever live performance (after only three practices!).

2. My debut singing lead.

3. My debut as a band leader.

4. 4 songs I've never performed live

5. 5 brand new "wicked cool" arrangements, as my friend Andy Anderson would exclaim

6. 2 brand new compositions: "Ready to Roll" kicked things off, and I wrote and arranged it as an homage to the great blues musicians and composers of the past, present, and future; and "1929", a more topical trad blues in the vein of Tin Pan Alley/Peidmont blues about how things today aren't so different than the past.

7. I bit the big one and learned "The Messiah Will Come Again" by one of my big heroes, Roy Buchanan. I dedicated it to a guy who always welcomed me into the blues as I am, not expecting me to change. He ribbed me outside about dropping names, but the spirit of what I did was, again, to honor those who came before. Not dropping names, but raising tribute.Two very different mindsets my friend!

I believe this last point was really the focus of my night, and what made it special the most. I didn't perform that night to win some prize (the winner at the finals will represent Iowa in Memphis at the International Blues Challenge); that would have been great, but not why I put all this together.

This was one small way of me paying back my debt as an artist and musician to all the people who have built me up over the years. There are so many people out there who tear each other down, and I regret the times when I've done the tearing myself. But I made up my mind long ago on this one perfect fact:

The measure of a man is what he builds, not what he destroys.

What a thrill on all accounts.It went by too fast to be scared, to soundcheck, to do anything but just plug in, step up, and blow! It will be interesting to check out the recording my good friend Doobie Dawg made (great guy, great musician--see, there's a theme!). Anyway....this is probably too long, but I want to personally thank all those who took time and shared kind words after I was done sweatin' bullets up there. I remember who you are and it shall not be forgotten!

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Note for contextual purposes--- This is a repost of a MySpace bulletin I sent out to my friends the morning after the event. Might make more sense in that context.

...The Deacon

To keep this one short and sweet, I finally figured out what I want to do with my blog. In the last 6 years, I have been blessed to encounter and befriend many talented humans on my journeys. Some of them have been far away from my home, but many of them are based so closely to me that I am fortunate to enjoy their company and their artistry. I want to use this space to bring them to you in a fashion that will honestly portray them and allow the audience to get to them on a level that is fair and sympathetic. If you choose to read this blog, you will become aware of writers that span the globe; painters who capture life on mediums both common and non; photographers who have literally made history; and most closely to my soul, musicians who live lifetimes in single notes.

I treasure these people, and so might you, if I do my job accordingly. So, in the next few weeks, please check back and read up on our initial subjects.

Be blessed,
The Deacon