Tuesday, July 18, 2006

The First One

As I sit here tonight, composing, creating, wondering, daring to hope in a world raging somewhere out there with all its misplaced desire, I am determined to cut a swath of my own, edited like a perfect blog, and following my specifications to the letter.

I am my own man.


Anonymous Joe said...

Hi jm, I noticed your likes include music. The following is a link to my own journal, a 2-part essay that I'm planning to revise at some point. Hope you enjoy.

First part:

Second part:

18/7/06 5:33 AM  
Blogger Neith said...

Happy Birthday Jonesy, jm!!!!!
(((((((jm))))))) that's a hug!! This is sooo exciting! Your marvelous breadth of mind has brought much joy & lots of great questions to all your readers. Just keep bringin'it on!!

now . . . pictures of those glittering, sequined costumes . . . :-)

18/7/06 7:06 AM  
Anonymous tseka said...

Hej jm!
This is good.
A place for you sing your songs.

"a place where we hook ourselves to the Matrix"

My first encounter with the internet it struck me how similar it felt to telepathy. i wondered then if the internet is not a construct of such similarity to the Earth's EM grid (and others) which we once could communicate along, that if it ever disappeared we would have remembered in ourselves this gift of communication.

Sing yout songs to us jm the universe is listening.

warm thoughts flowing outward

18/7/06 7:14 AM  
Blogger jm said...


Is this the wildest thing on earth? My birthday present to myself.

I changed my name back, since I'm going to drive this one for now and register it in my name.

Joe, you write so well. There is so much to talk about. Something happened at the Blues Jam that relates directly to your article. I'll post it later.

NEITH!!! This is your doing! You are such a pal! That big warm hug from the maker of fuzzy things felt fantasic. I love you.

tseka, I am enchanted with the Internet and think it is some sort of long lost communication grid and bridge to the future all in one. We are in an unusual moment, and very lucky to have put all the pieces together now to create this universal invention. It will lead to more uncharted territory and much development of the human mind.

As people are blowing one another to bits, others are coming in from in, around, and underneath to heal the rifts and learn to love. To cooperate even. To synergize at best. It's all part of the whole.

I love youse all.

18/7/06 8:19 AM  
Anonymous tseka said...

oooooo nothing is better than a birthday, here's to you deerheart, may your day be perfect followed by many more!

18/7/06 2:42 PM  
Anonymous Joe said...

Happy birthday! :o) Looking forward to your Blues Jam relating to my own journal entry...

18/7/06 4:45 PM  
Blogger jm said...


Thanks tseka, joe. You are all making this birthday a unique one.

Promise later,joe.

18/7/06 6:03 PM  
Blogger jm said...

So Joe.

Your description of moving was very good in your journal. You capture the confusion.

I think there is something primordial about a woman's voice. Mothers always sing to their babies. It's pure instinct.

The blues Jam stuck to traditional nonmelodic, punchy sax type blues for most of the night. But at the end when most were gone, I played some electric piano with the few remaining musicians. It ended up being melodic, dreamy, and gentle, and they were loving it. When I moved into more of a jazzy thing, they protested and wanted more quiet melody. Some other guys pulled up chairs. And they were really sweet and tender. They didn't wanted to stop the experience. It struck me like they were sort of sneaking it in, and it made me wonder about this side of men. I think each gender naturally wants to be like the other somewhat.

I think there are going to be changes in female singers coming up, maybe coinciding with a bit more political power with women. So you could be in for a treat.

19/7/06 2:50 AM  

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