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Sep 16 2023

TO WHERE I AM NOW

Saturday wouldn’t let me have a leisure day today because I had so much to do, I wrestled with it, but it got me in a stranglehold and wouldn’t let go. I still managed to watch the early game, Wolves/Liverpool – because it was early, that is, breakfast television, musician style. Unfortunately, with all the things I had to do, when I looked at the result of the day, it seemed that I had hardly chipped a splinter off the mountain. You just have to keep on digging upward until you see the light.

At 5 PM, Olivia and I went to the end of the street to our old landlord’s gallery, where sculptor and artist Daniel Gamelas was showing some of his evocative pieces. It was well attended and we felt a part of the community, knowing some of the people there. We talked to Julie, a French ceramicist and her partner. He and I got into a very interesting conversation about Hieronymus Bosch (1450-1516) and how there seems to be little preserved history of his life and that perhaps he might not have even been a person but a collective, or at least a director to an underground secret society of painters depicting the world with symbolic images and hidden meanings, antagonizing the clergy whilst telling the truth about hell on Earth in those brutal medieval times. The Garden of Earthly Delights and The Haywain Triptych are in the Museo del Prado in Madrid, only a six-hour drive from here, worth the drive to see these amazing artworks – C’mon Ariel.

Dinner over Andor and catching up with yesterday’s blog, emails, and suddenly it’s late again. Tomorrow will be catch-up after my sesh with Arktik Lake Tony in Sydney day (hear the latest single here). This will include the started Nocky 5 project files that Dare just sent me, the final tweaks to Brian’s Valley of Salt project, and more mixes of the mystery project. Then there’s Niko and the MOAT project, which is ongoing and waiting for Niko to have a window. The project with Jerome Froese is done, just waiting to connect with Jerome about how we would release it. Then there’s the building of the pyramids on the moon. It looks like Olivia and I will have some shows in Spain and Portugal in November, will keep you posted on that as it happens. There will also be gigs at those pyramids when they are finished, presuming we can be resuscitated in 3065 when they will be completed. Grateful Dead played at the pyramids in 1978. Can you imagine?

Music today has been Grateful Dead – Live/Dead (1969), live at The Fillmore and Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco. I’m happy to say that the ex-band played there once, I had that experience, but it wasn’t all roses. I think we had a pretty small crowd (although Green Day‘s Billie Joe Armstrong was there) and the promoter was disappointed, I think we even had him pay us less than our fee (not that I remember the numbers). I also remember at soundcheck, they were freaking out about keeping the back doors closed because of the neighbour complaints…in the afternoon. Who moves close to The Fillmore in San Francisco and complains about the afternoon soundchecks? The legacy of the venue, treading the boards where Janis, Jerry, and Jimi stood should overshadow the complaints, who moves close to a sports stadium and complains about regular sports events, no one, sport always gets away with it whilst causing much more disturbance, all those people screaming and shouting.

Music Of The Daze

Written by Marty Willson-Piper · Categorized: Blog

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This is my stolen 1965 Rickenbacker 12-string, serial number EB157. If there's any chance of this guitar coming back to me before I go to meet my maker, then that would be wonderful. Please contact me if you have any information.

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Missing

This is my stolen 1965 Rickenbacker 12-string, serial number EB157. If there’s any chance of this guitar coming back to me before I go to meet my maker, then that would be wonderful. Please contact me if you have any information.

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