I am at a stage in my life where I don´t own a suit...... except for a blue silk chinese creation with a dragon embroidered on the back. Stage wear.For this stage in my life.Pun intended
Apart from the head stuff,which I used to occupy myself with and then came to the conclusion that it is much simpler to simply be..........
I feel that I have been three separate entities in this life none of whom bore any relationship to the other.
First there was the Merchant Navy navigator.Travelled the world (and got paid to do it) but not recommended as a career.We used to say that being at sea was like being in prison with the additional risk of drowning
Then injuries recieved in a motorbike accident put an end to that Thank you fate,it hurt like f#ck but you did me a favour. Too young to stop work at 39 I went back to college and studied for three years and got my City and Guilds as a cabinet maker. Worked as such for some years and thoroughly enjoyed it.Creating with my hands was a totally satisfying experience as opposed to complicated navigational trigonometry.
Then left UK and moved to France. Bought the farmhouse and land.Had my woodworking machines with me. My place was used as a centre for various workshops in alternative living,amongst which were studies in overtone singing (singing two notes at the same time..... think Tibetan monks or Siberian shamen) The teacher brought gongs and Tibetan bowls.First time I ever heard them was in a 10m diameter tipi on my land.I was hooked!
Thus the Gongman was conceived. And after a gestation period of eight years he was finally born! Practice,practice,practice and then practice some more.
Three different people all having used the same body as a vehicle.
Now in Spain with Flower,working together providing sound therapy and spiritual healing.
And if I could do it all again?? I would be a luthier (guitar maker) Imagine creating a beautful instrument for a world class musician and then hearing it played in a virtuoso style
And then a jam session with the gongs................................
There are many versions of this film now on You Tube the only differences being the music people have chosen to back the film. Personally I think Witney´s warblings are unnecessary.The film is a genuine tear jerker as it is.
For me the version with music by Yes is the best.Fits just right-
No brothers I´m afraid,after they made me they broke the mould!
Yeah,flowers. Funny thing is it is really a mid/north European culture.Here in Spain flower shops are as rare as hens teeth.And flowers are ridiculously exspensive.They are too busy growing tasteless tomatoes under plastic for the supermarkets!
There is only one Flower that really counts.....(looks at clock)
Also I have a birthday suit that is 58 years old.............................
Now that one is scarred and worn.It has been stitched and repaired many many times,even had decorations added to it, but I feel comfortable in it and will keep it til the end
Been through the house with a flame thrower in one hand and a fire hose in the other so all evidence of my slovenly batchelor week has been eradicated
Next to the village to get supplies.Chicken. Cooked with garlic,ginger and oyster sauce. Tis not just men who have a route to their heart via the stomach yerknow.
100 km drive tonight to the airport,but the scenery is beautiful through the mountains near Granada.
We have bigger houses but smaller families more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge but less judgment; More experts, but more problems; More medicines but less healthiness. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble in crossing the street to meet our new neighbour. We built more computers to hold more copies than ever, But have less real communication; We have become long on quantity, but short on quality. These are times of fast foods but slow digestion; Tall mean but short characters; Steep profits but shallow relationships. It’s a time when there is much in the window But nothing in the room.
His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama.
The gongs are the only instrument I know of where the player has his back to the audience.I have a T shirt with this printed on the back...................................
RE: Do u believe ..
Did,do,done.