John Lee Hooker, Send Me Your Pillow (Hooker n’ Heat, 1971)
I wanna let you know baby, I’m lonely just like you I wanna let you know baby, oh, I’m lonely just like you And that’s why I want you, to mail me your pillow baby Mail, mail me your pillow baby, you been cryin’ on
when it was said “Let there be Light!” - THIS was that voice.
Thomas Sayers Ellis co-founded The Dark Room Collective (in Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1988); and received his M.F.A. from Brown University. He is the author of Skin, Inc. (Graywolf Press, 2010) and The Maverick Room (Graywolf Press, 2005), which won the John C. Zacharis First Book…
“Storytellers are a threat. They threaten all champions of control, they frighten usurpers of the right-to-freedom of the human spirit — in state, in church or mosque, in party congress, in the university or wherever.”—Chinua Achebe (via amandaonwriting) (Amen.)
I’m a grantee! I’ve been awarded a 2012 emerging Individual Artist Grant from the Houston Arts Alliance. This is my first art grant, and I’m super excited. Lots of work to do over the coming year.
LOW LIVES 4 begins tomorrow!!! Friday, 27 April 2012, 8:30–11:30pm U.S. EST Saturday, 28 April 2012, 3:00–6:00pm U.S. EST A live simulcast of the event will be streamed on April 27 and 28 at www.lowlives.net
-My 5-minute performance piece “Damp Earth” is scheduled for live broadcast on Saturday the 28th at 3:37 pm CST. Feel free to watch.
“Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.”—Osho (via daughtersofdilla) Ayoooo….. (via jonubian)
“We already have everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips we lay on ourselves- the heavy-duty fearing that we’re bad and hoping that we’re good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy and addictions of all kinds- never touch our basic wealth. They are like clouds that temporarily block the sun. But all the time our warmth and brilliance are right here. This is who we really are. We are one blink of an eye away from being fully awake.”—Pema Chodron, Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living (via shakingthelawbythetail)
“A critique is not a matter of saying that things are not right as they are. It is a matter of pointing out on what kinds of assumptions, what kinds of familiar, unchallenged, unconsidered modes of thought the practices that we accept rest. We must free ourselves from the sacralization of the social as the only reality and stop regarding as superfluous something so essential in human life and human relations as thought… There is always a little thought even in the most stupid institutions; there is always thought even in silent habits. Criticism is a matter of flushing out that thought and trying to change it: to show that things are not as self-evident as one believed, to see what is accepted as self-evident will no longer be accepted as such. Practicing criticism is a matter of making facile gestures difficult.”—Michel Foucault, “Practicing Criticism” (via golehyas)
Muddy Waters, I Am The Blues (After The Rain, 1969). Finally digitized it, and will be posting each of the eight tracks every day. Because you need to hear this. This should be considered Muddy’s swan song, not the throwback stuff from the late ’70s. A perfect fusion of the Chicago blues he invented and the blues/rock/fusion that was inspired by it. A perfect storm of dense jungle acid blues.