The Directive

There will be a beginning and an end. Most spiritual visions tenant this. That is why my life revolves around the One Thing – Music. What color of creature doesn’t have it? What life doesn’t call out in joy and pain? All logic is punished by the One Thing! My spirit and velocity eschews the falseness of god and embraces the purity of being. It’s pretty simple really. First beat the heart. Then the cry of life. Music is the only expression of humanity: Boom, boom, boom, boom! La, la, la, la! And then you move! That is the only trinity that can possibly exist. Beat, Sing, Dance!

The gorgeousness that is music is the expression of diversity. There is no color, style or taste. Some of what moves me, you will consider trash! Some of what moves me, you will curse. Some of what moves me, you will embrace. That is why creation is. And creation is this. And this is The Directive.

Selling out is for the fool that doesn’t want to capitalize. Selling out is for the man who wants a job. Selling out is for the scared, afraid to achieve. Selling out is planning for the future! Ain’t no future. No life after life. Take it now. NOW!   DANCE THAT MOTHER FUCKIN’ SHIT AROUND!!!!

I don’t know what that was! YEAH! NO to prejudice! No to judgement! Hell’s fuckin’ yeah to people doing the One Thing! Coolness!

When I was 19 years old, I played in a band, Orkestra King Mama. I played the trumpet with 10 other musicians. We were blessed with the majesty of a show at the Fillmore with the King of Juju, King Sunny Ade. This is how you become King! Play the blues! Tell the men when to play! Shake the ass!

Smack that simple beat! Play some blues that means something. I crunched two years as a Mariachi 2nd trumpet man with one of Denver’s premier mariachi bands, Phil Marin and the Latin Fantasies.  I was Uber tall and playin! But I call up some real class. This man playin button! He is the main chingon!  Can you dig this?!

Now I welcome my brethren from the South, bands that OomPah and Oolah! BLOW DA CELLO!!!!! Texture! Beauty! Lick that Brass! Gimee! Gimee! Gimee! Sousa! Sousa! Sousa! Play that S#%#! Plump that!! Yes!

Goddam! Roll that shit home!

People ask me,  “What you sellin?” I’m telling it. My life. That is my directive. I’m selling my life. It is the beginning and the end! Play some blues m-ther-f-ckers!!!