In the crowd stood a man whose voice would be heard! Clever Chris engulfs the listener in poetic imagery, connecting them to the depths of human emotion through music. He has stated that his lyrics are composed while, floating free in a river of imagination. A Clever one indeed who describes himself as a Poet Mystic Soldier of Peace. His message encompasses the nature of reality and wisdom of the collective. This individual has a wealth of knowledge to impart, approach with an open mind and listen closely!
Sorry I don't accept APPs. This is my music page I'm interested in collaborations, building, and listening to good music. Peace to our Futures!
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I remember being early on the horse when music came to me. I lived many growing years witnessing many great dead presidents and could only image how many great musical acts came across in live performance. This privilege I have, to live my later life in the comfort of my chair and keyboard and witness the world, is something the young can’t quite fathom. Yes even the most youthful can understand such gracious luck on my part but only the printing press surpasses this invention we now know and love, and hate.
Please don’t take me as adhering to this but, psychological studies show us that to claim a tribe in a selected group a common enemy is needed or, of course a global epiphany good or bad could unite. Global correction on our part is the first step that has been taken in a much needed following aspect. I try not to go too deep because people’s beliefs are easily offended and I can’t afford to lose any friends at my age. Thank you again for this friendship keep kicking ass. We run the numbers but just don’t know it. We scribble the notes and random letters that seem to add up in the end. There are more possible moves to make on parchment than stars in the sky. Timeless timelines stretch to infinitum in all directions and yet possibility is a stronger force than fate. Omega, Alpha, no end and no beginning, no accounting for the start to end. We are just a blip on the screen and that is what makes it all so real and wonderful. If you sat down to a chess match and knew every move to come and the results as well, would you want to sit down at all? Our home, which truly is the universes, (yes plural according to the most renowned), is not just this magn
You are not a treasure, you are the treasure. In azure mix with elixir fix, you bring the blue sky and physician’s witchlike tone that grounds my soul. From deepest pit to last atmosphere, you hold gold in all that tears. Happiest smile that reflects your response is mine to now fire your way in an appreciative way that brings such crack to my face, I can’t hold back, only to spread my love for your consistent friendship and lack of fear to face life and all its gear. You are my privilege.
Waves of solid matter with photonic glare and ray like smatter, gratitude me with many creative answers. You should never stop. The warmth of the sun is what I claim in your strong stance and page. Your placements for me bring me to you. Now and with my thanks I will always greet you knowing positive inspirations from both your musical appreciations and artistically rendered philosophies, on well deserved aspects of quest. Your bounce is fun and smart. Your tastes are polished and you ooze love for art. Being the pest, my preferential, existential take on life can carry me only so far and then jest must twist the perfect eye, to a smiley pie. Here I would hazard to guess, is not a lie.. : )… Good words tend to spin. You do the same in your run toward forward, when giving for many not less. I fall for such ointment, our blank pages scream…you live this art, for this we thank you and for all who dream works aplenty, you are one with gifts of many.
Forgive me for my repeated pestering. Music sooths the savage breast but does so much more. It defines cultures and generations. Music is tied to every aspect of life, death and beyond. It buffers and riffs; it clamors and splits tribes into genres adrift. It tells of a tale that is never quite script. It calls me to stop, it brings me to dip, and it places pace and locks down with grip. Flirting faster or slower, music’s tempo is always a rip to the fabric of man who rides this great trip. As music holds reprise so do my words on such food, but at least these redundancies hold shaky aim. We come in all shapes and sizes, colours and name; not surprising that music does quite the same. I ask only that you read yet you do more and reply and that feeds my steed. The call of the light brigade is how I feel when hearing the sound of your comments like reed to the wind instrumentalist’s ear. You grace my page with response and that helps plow fields of respect for you. The seeds are planted and we both wipe brow and give thanks to all that germinate the arts. You are not only an artistic plant but you plant artistic inspiration in every gesture and slight glance you give. Never stop. Whatever we need to do to hang onto this spinning flask, our love for art should always be an aspect kept close to the heart and should be known to all.
This eye weary pen, this tear in minds eye that forms, when others show opinions of favor, is seed for spirited inspiration. It is always good to bask in such friendship. You help fill my blank page. It is I who carries gratitude for such grace…forgive my blanketed approach
GUESS WHO :)! Hello! We wanna wish you a great day. Thank you for taking the time to support our page and our Dreams. Its friends like your self that helps make things worth while.
Much Respects 28th Division
Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure...than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat. - Theodore Roosevelt
Our days are decision filled with forked roads of fateful challenge and struck in stone crop. We take on this time of life in a wash of opinion and nod with and from others whom also feel conclusion from rulings and settlements of dispute. Past joy and subconscious future sorrows give us forced personal preference. There is an eclectic assortment of discretionary wisdom and hungry crazed fanatic in each and every one of us. Light foot and agile steps are what is needed to avoid the falls and pits that bring regret. There are times though, in life when quickly pacing down unknown dark paths, with a sinewy animal like instinct, without care can bring us much creative delight. I say “let’s run my friend”. Dance in the dark and rejoice in all the little things. Your proven ability to move forward will still be there tomorrow. Today relax and kick back. I toast to you my friend and all your past and future efforts…r
well, i never get much feedback really, but only because i don't ask that many people.
however, the people that have offered their opinions seem to dig it with a snow shovel. good stuff, i'm glad others think its worth listening to hah.
but yea man, i'm just chillin in the wasteland that is the cali central valley. if you wanna mix some more sounds up lemme know. i'm just sitting over here brewing up the strange things that are my musical style.
Music has been these dreams, these thoughts, these subconscious wants. Music is intangible and fleeting. Music is obscure and quite meaning. Music is the one that stirs the pot and brings to boil most every thought. To hold a king the choice to bear, would music not win, true and fair? Oiling paint and fast drying clay is what fights my ply to Music’s day. With a fresh point of view, while I conceive of few, you promise art and I know you’re true. This is fresh, this is new, this is art and we all knew. Your sound, vitality and projected themes are to be lived with… for to not focus, is to miss your talent and artistic soul. You are art. Your track record speaks for you alone. With thoughts to ease a weighted heart, with single gifts of talent start to cause a spirit lift that lasts long after your stir takes throne. End this muse and spirit will surely come to us with powers weak. Lifetimes are felt in your work and page and I thank the earth and powers that be, for such bold air. Your friend is musicman, who knows of your talent and vision.
The seemingly slippery snakes are always there in the industry. Sliding and stalking in the tall grass, they are ripping and reeling as they stay dry on the moist and fertile loam. These feeders of eager talent and naïve prospect have no true green thumb of their own. Money chasers and practitioners of angled law slither their way to the trough hand in blood stained hand. Although his was somewhat of a cautionary tale, Hunter Thompson once wrote "The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side." Book ended by both approaching self serving management and the ever flourishing industry of piracy, artists these days are squeezed and relentlessly pulled in an ironic dance of give and give some more. To tell you that your art is the most important thing and that self expression comes before successful recognition won’t put food on your plate. Success is a relative term and to tear at your own work even once is a great personal validation. My father, who accomplished far more in his life than I ever will, on his death bed told me of his regret for not creating an Eiffel Tower or an Arch de Triumph. At that moment I realized my art would always be for me and me alone. Work hard at your craft. Spend countless hours spilling your emotions and filling your own cup back up again. Of course we must recognize each other’s gifts but revel in your own stride and personal expression. One must have an ego in order to get up each morning but the ability to dump that at the end of the day will help tremendously in pursuit of needed self acceptance. I will now not pretend to truly know you but I have seen a side of your artistic value that has taken be places I appreciate and did not expect to go.
