haunted.

Went to the Ashbary on Friday night with the Broseph and Tom(my boyfriend).. The Ashbary itself could have its own post, but this time, my friends, a photo and link will suffice.  I had been there once before for a four hour improv comedy extravaganza. epic. Let's just say I am glad to have made acquaintance with said establishment.

What brought us to the Ashbary on this particular Friday night you might ask? Well, music...of course. of course. music.

A myriad of sound and stage helped subdue and yet stimulate my aural fixations the same, taking me to places I knew, I knew, I knew, but were still a mystery to me. A journey inward, outward, all over. Journey, blah, what a word.  It's been awhile; I know I'll be forgiven.

We came for the headliner, one Miss Kate Davis, www.myspace.com/katedavismusic a fantastical singer, musician, artist, performer.....but I had no idea I was to fall in love, with another...

Ian Sutherland is everything; Uncle Ghost - - photo by Dan Hojnacki

...Starting out his set engaged in loop pedal play, layering whistle upon whistle, upon the most haunting of sounds, traversing, melding, meshing, weaving into a complex array of sonic sensuality, then so eloquently transitioning into a more classic aura, channeling greats of both present and past, only to return to the earth, the dust from which he came, Uncle Ghost stole my heart and he stole my soul.  '

Perhaps only for that time, yes, but in that time, I was his, and what he was, who he was, what he did....was mine.  Organically spiritual, hauntingly surreal, seething with a preternatural sense, "sharp teeth" cut into me, bleeding, playful, yet dark, light, but hearty.  SIGH.  I have much to say, yes, but in all honesty, I was left speechless, uttering mere "WOW"s...wishing and hoping that the next song and the next after that would echo that sentiment and connect. I would not be disappointed. I was NOT. I WAS not.





P.s. "...oh he has her...oh she has him."

P.p.s. www.myspace.com/ghosts1  He likes the lights down low.                                                           

Voices many, you may hear, but there is but ONE Uncle Ghost, my dear.

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first words?

temporary

"So Arjuna and Krishna, they're hanging around on the battlefield. Arjuna's like tired of war. He's trying to get out of this battle.

So Krishna drops a little science on him. He says, "You know, it's the way of spiritual growth:

A man must go forward from where he stands. He cannot jump to the absolute, he must evolve to it."

And Krishna says, "At any given moment in time, we are what we are, and Arjuna, we have to accept the consequences of being ourselves. And only through this acceptance can we begin to evolve further.

We may select the battleground. We cannot avoid the battle."

So Krishna tells Arjuna, "It follows, therefore, that every action, under certain circumstances and for certain people, may actually be a stepping stone to spiritual growth."

Arjuna has to do the best he knows, in order to pass beyond that best, to better. How can we prescribe what our neighbors do, when it's so hard just to know our own?

...The pacifist must respect Arjuna

Arjuna must respect the pacifist...

Both are going towards the same goal, if they are really sincere. There is an underlying solidarity between them, which can be expressed:

Each one follows, without compromise, the path upon which he finds himself.

For we can only help others to do their duty by doing what we ourselves believe to be right. It is the one supreme social act.

So Krishna's reply to Arjuna occupies the rest of the story. It deals not only with Arjuna's immediate personal problem,
but with the whole nature of action,

the meaning of life,

and the aims for which Man must struggle here on Earth.

At the end of the conversation, Arjuna has changed his mind. He is ready to fight. He is ready to go ahead on. It is the way of spiritual growth:

A man must go forward from where he stands. He cannot jump to the absolute.

And the battle begins."

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