Steven Wilson re-mix

Steven Wilson is running this cool contest:

http://www.kscopemusic.com/stevenwilson/insurgentes/remix-competition.html

The contest allows you to download and re-mix a song for the upcoming album; I spent last night downloading and arranging the parts in the studio, and this morning layed-down two tracks of guitar-swells and picking on the NST and added a faux Frippertronics outro to the end of the tune! Great fun; as usual, I like to work fast. I should've sat on it for a few days to see if I still liked it, but I've already sent-in my mp3 via you-send-it. (Wish me luck!)

Also, talking to Will off and on all day; the "Solus" album is now officially finished. We're moving forward with registering with BMI and shipping to CD Baby. Hopefully all of this can be accomplised within the next two weeks and we can move on to the next Gilliam Section CD. All-in-all, I'd call that a productive day!

Mariana

New mixes of "Mariana" and "Burwood" arrived from the Man Cave to my inbox last night and await test-burning for listening-to-in-the-truck; at first glance, "Burwood" is now achieving that ephemeral beauty that I knew was latent within it. Will has done a great job with seperation and panning. This tune is beautiful, fragilities and all. "Mariana" is equally stunning and manages to evoke a strong positive response.

Morning sitting, coffee and now to take Joey to the doctor...

Latest email update from the esteemed Mr. Willard on current on-going projects:

"John,

You will dig your new Fripp-approved guitar/micing throne. So very ergonomic and comfortable. It seems to sustain my weight so I think you will be just fine on it!

Hoping to start master Solus in earnest sometime today. I will start from scratch and attempt to make real progress. Files to come later, by Zeus!"

This is all good news! Excitements!

Morning

Morning sitting, drinking-in the momentary silence; we fill our lives with incessant chatter...it is good to surrender (if only briefly, for 5 minutes) to nothingness; to just be with the body and follow the breath. In such moments we can come face to face with the divine; we can be born again in newness. Sitting still I offer my prayer that today I might be useful. Let it be so. Power to these words!

Sunday Night at Brave New Studio

Its amazing how good the Lovecaster now sounds with a fresh set of strings (and running through the Behringer Bass V-amp!!) A patch I dialed-in last night just killed me and I tracked it on the "hindu" song to wonderful effect, if I could only mix it properly. No worries. These are only explorations of a sonic quality, but I am so much closer to achieving a listenable take I can almost taste it. This project was a bit overly ambitious; from henceforward I need to pace myself and not lay on too many tracks/effects that bog down the Magix program. Ah, but the thrill of hearing all those mulit-tracked ostinatto guitars!

Tonight I hope to try Will's suggested "stereo" mix with hard pans and perhaps figure out how to save settings.

And most importantly work on Joey's diorama from school!!!

Saturday night at Brave New Studio

Johnny is fighting off a runny nose/cold with some warming Courvoisier and playing the vintage Kawai K1 digital synth; new tune has been recorded, a fragment really, to test levels and sound. I do think its good. I just might be the next Blue Nile...now to add vocals...

Brave New Studio

Will came over last night and we had a great visit; he re-strung the Johnny Lovecaster and Ibanez for me, we thouroughly cleaned my (previously cluttered) work-station and vacuumed, re-configured my studio set-up and I had a training session on Magix. My guitar sounds great now, especially running through the Behringer pre-amp he brought over! With the addition of this latest bit of technological wonderment (not to mention the vintage Kawai K1 digital synthesizer!) I am really itching to lay down some new tracks and start exploring the sonic possiblities! What a difference it makes having a clean work area! It was wonderful just hanging out; a very relaxing and productive evening!

Will came up with a name for the studio: "Brave New Studio". Nice one!

Projects

Had a fair amount of fun mixing and mashing tunes last night (it was very hit-and-run as time was tight); still one more trick I want to try with "Burwood/NY New Loop" incorporating a solo Alessandra piano part, which may require pitch-shifting (if it even works at all) to fit.

Discussed "Solus" mixes with Will today and possibly leaving "New Arp" on the cutting-room floor... the track has some problems and not sure how well it flows with the rest of the album. "Orbit" is being discussed as an alternate tune.

Also a possible album-length project with Ale creating some more "Gurdjieff-tinged" music akin to our "Sun Absolute" and perhaps bringing in Gary for this one and special guest Overtone singer Stuart Hinds. I think we could work very fast on this if we can get Ale to send us her parts first, and we build up from there. In the meantime, I've sent her a couple of mp3s to work on, and will be discussing schedules, timing and possibilities for the CD in the very near future.

Mixing

Inspired by Will's recent work in the studio, last night I revisited the (eight or nine) tracks that comprise the "Burwood" tune, in an attempt to smooth out some of the piano track hiss. When I orginally recorded the parts, I never even attempted to mix it since I knew I was flying it straight over to Will's machine. Here I finally took the whole tune apart, track by track, e.q.ing each part individually and trying some fades and pans.

I have to report that I am very happy with the first mix, which I've sent over to Will as a complete WAV. Hoping its better than what it was before; in any event, there may be one additional new part I want to try on the piece invloving the "new year new loop piece", just to see how it sounds as a possible fade-out...

Studio

Relaxing in the studio with a "friend"...

MLK

Mind-blowlingly good day, despite shaky beginnings and a cat who wants to poop in my closet. The weather (warming with blue-skies and a nice breeze) is fabulous and I am surrendering to the prarie that is becoming my backyard. The South Texas drought is showing no sign of abatement; this is the worst period since records have been kept. I am seriously thinking of trying to do some drought-condition landscaping (ah, if I had the money...) to conserve water and resources....

Will is re-working several of the Gilliam tunes to delete some "pops" and other sonic problems; can't wait to hear the revised versions!

Meanwhile, I am itching to crank up the recorder as I have some new tune ideas I'm interested in exploring.

Relaxation

Relaxing morning, sitting here with coffee and enjoying the day; had some ideas for some new tunes yesterday, but haven't been able to get out to the office/studio, as Noah is recovering from tonsillectomy. Adding Mick Karn, Ryuichi Sakamoto and David Sylvian (not the "real David Sylvian") to my Facebook friends.

Now its time to make the pancakes.

But before I go, I append here my old "Here & Now" webpage (circa 1999-2001) which was on the web way before anyone was "blogging" proper:

Here and Now - The Babajohnny Sage Wisdom/Zen Homepage Diaries 19th october, 2001 Friday morning; feel a fundamental shift underway in my "dribbling psyche." Meanwhile i've received an email from Netscape informing me that they are doing-away with this format and therefor i will need to move or abandon my hompeage! Pooh and bother! Now i gotta go to work. 14 october 2001 relaxing sunday, went to the zoo (wanted to see the new baby hippo "uma" having unexpectedly arrived last week much to the surprise of the zoo-staff). little uma kept a low profile (popped-up out of the water just for a brief appearance)but we had a good time anyway. then back home to finish yesterday's yard work. Isaac was watching Star Wars earlier and a phrase from Qui Gon stuck in my mind (speaking to young anakin skywalker): "Remember, your focus defines your reality." This has been my mantra this day... I am focusing on the spiritual, on life this day. Joy and happiness, bliss-in-the-moment! The moment is fleeting (but, it ALWAYS WAS fleeting to begin with!). Living life, not in fear or hyper-critical self-judgment, but just as it is, one moment at a time! thanks be to God! 13 october, 2001 Big storm blew in last night; this morning clear blue sky! I thank my Lord and creator for blessing me with another day, make some coffee and now here I sit in a momentary calmness, before Joey starts to go "wahhhh..." i think i've succeeded in distratcting him, but there is only so much distracting you can do with a four-month old! Practiced guitar last night; tried out some new chord ideas, based on standard "c", and some different things with cross-picking. Realized how far I have to go before I can get my endurance back; I am very rusty! 5th october, 2001 Om Guru Om Surrendering today to the sacred Flow I am at once a single entity in a larger whole. My nothingness merges with the Totality of the Universe making a unique Omni-Present- Nothingness not unlike a roaring waterfall. Having merged into the mindfullness I have tapped the deep-well of compassionate-embrace-into-the-Now! I breathe-in compassion and exhale compassion-- this is the Buddha-way. Nothing can be taken that is freely given. This is my lesson to myself this day. The mind is capable of infinite compassion. Today my hands are open in the gesture of gratitude and I say "thank you" to the universe for this infinite Being. How far can I surrender into this Bliss-Moment? Abwoon-- the touch and taste of the Holy encounter. So saying, let it be so. Ameyn. LYRICS Ciao Brasil (Marcell) Ciao Brasil - You know I never wanted to leave you Ciao Brasil - You know that I believe in you. And when I'm cold, as I am so often now; And when I'm cold, I turn my heart to you, Brasil... The water's edge, I look toward Brasil, Brasil The water's edge, I look toward Brasil, Brasil Ciao Brasil... copyright 1990-2001 errogeneous jones music Open Window (Marcell) The clouds move Across the swollen moon Above your open window... The wind is blowing Blowing your hair Through your open window. I wear my heart On my open sleeve. I wear my heart On my open sleeve. I wear my heart... The stars above Our heads The world's an open window. Your hand held tightly in my own My loves an open window... copyright 1983-2001 errogeneous jones music World (Marcell) Oh, world I'm watching you. How can I stand here Just watching you? What you're doing, what you're doing to yourselves- Can't you see? Can't you understand? Love Is all there ever was; Love Is all there ever was. People Starving everyday So much uncertainty, You're hiding yourself away. You can't reach out To touch the one who cries for you What are you doing, What are you running from? Love Is all there ever was; Love Is all there ever was. Love Is all there ever was; Love Is all there ever was. copyright 1983-2001 errogeneous jones music In the Valley of Indecision (Marcell) Left in the valley of indecision Left in the valley again Lost in the valley of indiscretions I'm lost in the valley again Lifting the veil of incrimination I'm lifting the veil again Found in the valley of contemplation I'm found in the valley again. And I can't go on I need you here with me I can't go on Without you here by me. Tricked in the valley of contamination I'm tricked in the valley again. Lost in the circuits of the interference I'm lost in the circuits again. Gone is the world where we could run like kids Never to be seen again Lying in the sudden of the realization I'm never goin' back there again. And I can't go on I need you here with me I can't go on Without you here by me. copyright 1993-2001 errogeneous jones music Mystery of Our Love (Marcell) You don't have to worry In the pale blue night You don't have to worry 'Cause I've got you on my mind I'd never leave you or hurt you Or do anything unkind You gotta believe me now Thats not what I got in mind When I'm with you When I'm with you When I'm with you, babe When I'm with you And when I wake up You're the first thing that I see And when I go to bed I thank the stars above Because I love you And I know that you love me And that's the mystery, babe The mystery of our love Of our love Of our love Of our love Of our love. copyright 1993-2001 errogeneous jones music RECENT POETRY Incredible events The world has forever changed... What will tomorrow bring? --babajohnny September 14, 2001 Can I be more Open Loving, kind and forgiving? Can I learn to put aside My anger, resentment and uncaring? If I merely react to pain And perceived injustices I am alone, an animal; In love I can awaken, Rise above my doubt And Embrace the Eternal... -- babajohnny August 22, 2001 Still cloud Gentle breeze Alive in this moment Vibrant Universe! -- babajohnny August 22, 2001 Years of solitude the sacred ground A gnawing belief in some inner good Beyond outward forms, appearances that you and I are One Related, yet seperate and seperated Though never really alone. The distant shoreline crashing waves and coastal birds Serving to remind us of our journey home And the simple truth No matter how distant We are One. --babajohnny 2001. </b> The Joy of Prayer Beneath the wintery sky, I surrender all to my Christ; He fills me! --1-15-83, babajohnny August, 2000 Ocean Drive (Poem for Kate) Waves crash, crescent moon jellyfish, jellyfish all the way home We cross the Cole Park grounds Towards the black night pier Kate and I hold Isaacs' hands and stroll past the fishers with their coolers, and tackleboxes and smokes And Kate tells me how the jellyfish maybe stung her (on the knee); And we part with our friends in the summer night: "I'll call you on your cel phone in the morning!" And do a U-turn on Ocean Drive Towards home Primordial Heart Sutra No. 1 Walked down Houston street, past tall boys with severe haircuts and dye-jobs, past the stranded tourists like starfish, past the cafe, and the latte-drinkers (aegis of similitude) to this fine spot here by the fountain where there is shade and coolness, and overhead the sky is not cloudy all day... this then is where I sit, desolation angel, and observe the "I-I" scribbling these notes on a scrap of grey-lined paper; "it" observes the world 'roundabout it, and sips strong coffee in the mid-day sun... Non-identified, a fleeting moment in a series (of fleeting moments) passing into primordial oblivion like a slow motion arrow seen passing before it's eyes into eternity. This series then forms some part of the past, a part which is barely glimpsed, yet underlies all future action. What part then will "I-I" save; is there a part of this present immune from the entropic flow? Or is all lost? ...Food for the moon... Hot wind blows Across Hot concrete, But here I am overshadowed, And in a state of calmness, Aware of the possibilities In this moment Here and now. Primordial Heart Sutra No. 2 Heart mantra Alive in this moment Lotus petals brush across my lips. Envelope me in your fragrance... Om mani padme hum... (An ancient prayer; jewel in the Lotus). Two lovers Hearts and minds as One Touching (as if) for the very first time... You kiss me like raindrops; You caress me like clouds. You kiss me. You kiss me like rain. Heart mantra Primordial One. Witness That Which Is, Is Christ. That Which Is, Is Buddha. That Which Is, Radiant Being. That Which Is, Beyond Mind. The Truth and the Way are inseparable; Where then are the Ten-Thousand Things? Heart to Heart, The truth is manifested. Heart to Heart, We are One. That Which Is, Remains undying. That Which Is, This very moment. -- 29 October, 1999 Cafe' Du Johnny KRISHNAMURTI Standing among the silent trees An overwhelming presence, a benediction He is aware of the birds, the rustling wind And the sound of the leaves beneath his feet. They called him savior, but that was long ago- Now his frail body trembles, drains of strength And he has come to nothingness, the "I" beyond the ego Fully surrendered to the one divine God. THIS MORNING I SAW BEAUTY This morning I awoke with a smile new moon, dark sky She said what is the essential thing love is the essential thing What is the randomness earth, sky, mind is the randomness A thousand christs or a single flower your father/mother in heaven knows the answer Pulsing like lightening on the horizon Movement or no movement is the same A vehicle for your ornamental mind In movement we define our reality In reality we dance our movement This morning I saw beauty Reflected in a smile Sleeping. UNTITLED #1 Cigarette smoke wafting towards heaven Black night full of armagnac and stars Gurdjieff and his father by the woodshed In Tiflis, 1902. UNTITLED #2 Surrender to the "is-ness" of the Universe! Body and mind, dropped away! When you drop the question the answer appears. There is no Work; that is the Great Koan! PRAYER Riding the bus this morning My mantra is relax and renew, relax and renew, relax... Knowing all things under heaven and earth work together for what is right, The world is bathed in goodness and light. Each day I pause to say "thank you." Each day I begin again, anew. Surrendered to the sacred flow of life, Letting the universe unfold as it will, I embrace the eternal, present moment And rejoice in the name of the Lord. "May all I do and am return to praise the One." Amen. SUBTEXT There is a current Running just below the surface Of which you and I partake Electric, intoxicating, wild, vengeful And bursting forth surprising patterns Manifesting unhesitatingly into our lives Yes, surprising us, when we were dead to The world, but alive to each other Bringing knowledge and remembrance Redemption and salvation Warm and wet and fertile and intimate Alive in us, alive in mortal I Grinding forward, dizzying, out of control That which comes into being, unifying, frightening Tender and loving, hungry destroyer of all worlds, Sacred earth, mother, goddess, birther, fire, imminent bringer of death The infinite "isness" of the universe Swallow us whole UNTITLED #3 The sun setting in a midst of colors, The clouds move across the hiding moon; One man sitting zazen Drinking warm tea. - Burwood (1983). UNTITLED #4 There is no perfection. There is only perfection. TWO MANTRAS I I am merged With the Mindfulness Of the Present. 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So it's official: Your are hereby Baba Johnny, Minister of whatever it is you're into this week. ----- ktr Comments: so, like I just walked up to the hotdog vendor and said,"make me one with everything" ----- Tamii Rogers mailto:chibir@yahoo.com Comments: write me! Oh, I went and saw that big buddha while back in the home land ----- baba-san Comments: what is the essential thing? breakfast tacos are the essential thing... yes, nunzio, working on possible drawlings and even a photo rainey took of me in j.paul sartre pose... thanks for visiting!--baba ----- James Cobb mailto:cobb@texas.net Comments: Johnny---This is the third time I've visited your sight and I still haven't read most of it, but it's early in the morning and Pseudo Buddha had a late night (and not altogether great) gig last night which is leaving me just sleep deprived enough to want to deal with such as THERE IS NO PERFECTION, THERE IS ONLY PERFECTION with my coffee. I promise I'd get further into this homepage of yours if only I had some breakfast tacos. Alas, I don't. THERE ARE NO BREAKFAST TACOS, THERE IS ONLY NO BREAKFAST TACOS. Add some inimitable BabaJohnny drawings, eh? ----- melissa mailto:JJMMarcell@netzero.com http://sites.netscape.net/babajohnnylove/www.clickchick.com Comments: Just think what would happen if you used your powers for good. ----- jonnypostmod'seviltwin Comments: baba, forgive me, had to try to see inscriptions in guestbook ----- TomStar Comments: Great stuff JohnStar ----- babajohnny mailto:babajohnny@yahoo.com Comments: dear jonnypostmod: thanks for the comments; yes psychic-oneness-connection via the internet is the FUTURE... i'll look into a more interactive format. in oneness --babajohnny ----- jonnypostmod mailto:disgruntledgoat@despair.com Comments: baba, please forgive intrusion just wanted to read offerings in guestbook once again. maybe you can work something out with the great void that will allow visitors to view guestbook and interact. creating web of love transparent rising across skies to hold whole earth in its silent, unseen heart? ----- Christine (Xtie) mailto:ckestner@rma.edu Comments: You devil! I don't even have a website yet. Cool... ----- Tyrone mailto:franscott@stic.net Comments: Jim Morrison my @#$^! Looks more like Jack Kerouac to me. Either way, great stuff!! ----- Ethan mailto:JJMMarcell@netzero.com http://www.stickerworld.org/kids?ethana Comments: I like it. That's all. ----- Alan mailto:alan@mail.utexas.edu http://216.169.122.124/rayn/turkstud.swf Comments: Why aren't the Buddhas dancing? ----- Jon Pearson mailto:jonp@mail.utexas.edu Comments: too good to be true. three days sick with cold and flu. you sent a little light and warmth into my soul. ----- Bubba rxgbub rxgbub@austin.cc.tx.us Comments: ----- Norm Boyle mailto:bluebus99@yahoo.com Comments: Jim Morrison's poetry is alive and well and living in San Antonio, Tx. ----- c. 2000/2001 - babajohnnylove/all rights reserved. "And work consists in subjecting oneself voluntarily to temporary suffering in order to be free from eternal suffering." -- G.I. Gurdjieff (Page 357, "In Search of the Miraculous; Fragments of an Unknown Teaching," by P.D. Ouspensky c. 1949, Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc.)