* I was just cleaning up my computer when I found the following letter
that I wrote LAST year at this time. I never actually got around to sending it.

In order to keep my integrity, and post this WAY OVERDUE Thank You
note to all who came out and made our birthday bbq as meaningfull as it was...
Here it is:

'05 ARIES BBQ IN THE HILLS.

I would be doing such an injustice to not show my gratitude
for the people who came out and joined in the Aries BBQ.

Only 3 days before, Haycock and Andrew (Plandrew) heard that it was my
bday weekend as well as theirs, and called me to see if we should throw a
little daytime BBQ on Sunday. None of us were really in the business of
throwing birthday parties for ourselves, but the idea of all celebrating each
others made for a warm vibe, and once the location was decided on, well,
it was just too cool to pass up.

Andrew had a hook up with this big, historic bungalow-type house in the
hills of Mt.Washington. A secluded property at the end of a cul de sac that
Charlie Chaplin would use for his outlandish parties, back in the 30s.

In this private neighborhood parking would be a disaster, so we hired a
shuttle to drive everyone to the bungalow from the parking lot checkpoint.
At the last minute our 15-passenger-van-guy backed out, then plenty other
complications arose, but the 3 of us were all too used to this event madness
to give up on a lil Sunday bbq.

So, ok. Plans shifted and things change. Mad amounts of folks RSVPed,
so we knew it had to happen and happen it did.

Sunday, April 10th.

Smiling faces started rolling through about 3pm. Cases of beer, bottles of
liquor and hand-made food dishes. Mr.Grizzly prepared the most tasty Ital
foods. Daphne brought a case of some raspberry ginger brandy, and
someone gave me a bottle of vodka theyd been merenading in herb stalks
for weeks. Everything that was brought was shared with everyone, and this
would become the theme. I snuck away and did a couple skateboard runs
down those crazy hills and felt like yeah, it was gonna be one of those
kind of days.

Burning Star was set up outside on the front patio, and played a daytime set
around the bonfire while the bday boys served drinks for their guests. DJ
Expo brought the speakers (!) and a whole lot of Love through his exquisite
set of Sunday Roots Reggae to start the vibe, nice and easy.

Sundresses and plastic cups. Mystic showed up with a FULL SPREAD of
merenaded shrimp and fish, ready to claim the barbequing crown.
(MYSTIC ON THE WHEEL OF STEEL!). Rashida brought well, Rashida
brought even more sunshine, like she does. More smiling faces kept rolling
in, shuttled to the front gate in a taco truck by Arturo (you are THE MAN
Art, dont ever forget it!). 

Herb smoke and sincere introductions. Everyone starts to realize that most
of us have never seen each other in the light of day, only small talks and
those one-arm-hugs in passing at gigs. Not one single ego in the whole spot.

Burning Star started playing. People sat around on the outdoor futons, eyes
closed, soaking up the sound of the warrior lullabies. After the Sunday
service that is Burning Star, folks started to fill up inside where Damon Bell
started a set of feel good Disco and whatnot.

Smiles widened on exhalations. Drinks, joints and eye contact passed
between strangers without introduction. Damon left his dancefloor in the
arms of Jamie Strong, who elevated them to a Brazilian simmer. Sweat
dripped and people let go. Kutmah and Nobody brought us to left field and
everyone followed them. It warms my heart to see that some abstract
sounds dont lose the crowd, but rather deepen the sexy intensity that was
steadily building. Mixmaster Wolf hopped on the decks for a hot second to
drop doubles on some classic Funk. The sunset melted into the horizon,
through the panoramic view behind DJ Dusk (and yes, Dusk at dusk was
pre-planned) while Cumbia and deep Disco platters heated up the energy
to a boil.

Right as the sun was completely gone, Dusk dropped the perfect selection
for the mood, as Raw Sugars Sarah and her friend brought everyones (now
completely blunted) attention outside for an amazing fire dancing performance!

I convinced both Rashida and Daz (!!) to look through my crates and share
my upcoming DJ set with me. We never got the chance though, we were too
busy having fun Nothing lost though, absolutely nothing lacking my birthday
gift was LISTENING to all these DJs who are not only friends, but are my
biggest inspirations.

I overheard casual friends make plans for the future while we were standing
in line for the bathroom. Hugs seemed to last a couple beautiful seconds
longer than usual. Yall must have though I was blazed with that perma-grin
on my grill, but honestly I was just reveling in this unsuspected milestone in
my life. 

For the past 4 years since I moved to LA, I have been working to manifest
my musical mission, while also going through a difficult divorce with a
wonderful woman. Both of which test my souls determination to go on. I
wasnt always sure if I could handle Lost Angeles and its extreme
frequencies, but on Sunday April 10th, surrounded by a couple hundred of
the most sincere, supportive people I have ever met, I felt like this was
home, for the first time.

This was the birthday present that I could never thank yall enough for, but I
will forever try. May God (in whatever name you call Him) light your way as
brightly as yall have lit mine!

Quite sincerely,
// Jeremy Sole (Musaics)

I am home right now, sitting in my chair like I always do. I logged on (like I always do) and read a bulletin from Afrika Bambaataa. It's one of maintaining peace and balance by rising up as community that loves (and has been raised on) Hip Hop and it's culture. A message that we should insist that the radio and TV put more realistic depictions of the culture, and not just gangsters, pimps, hoes and the like. It's quite an ironic bulletin to read right now, seeing that I had to cross under yellow police tape in order to walk up my driveway. I had to park a block away because the street is blocked off by cop cars. As I walked closer to my house, it seemed that everyone is out on their front lawn. The older chinese man who spends all day in his garden and gives my neighbor josh his eggplants, The mexican family that has doubled over the holiday weekend with kids skateboarding and uncles laughing, the mongolian-looking guy across the street with the nasty cough that wakes up at dawn every morning to start his old truck... they are all talking amongst themselves, and staring at my yard. The mexican family that has been so joyful all weekend, are all crying and hugging. As I walked past them, slowly towards my place, (directly across the street from the pre-school), I asked them what happened and the oldest woman catches her breathe just enough to tell me "there has been a terrible tragedy". Right now as I write this, there is a dead body in the street, 30 feet away from me, covered in a white sheet next to a pickup truck with one door open. Ghetto birds flying overhead, beaming down on my house like it's opening night of some hollywood nightclub. But these crowds gather for an ending, instead. I feel the need to correlate this reality of death that I am feeling, with the message that Bambaataa has sent out into the Universe. It's time to hold ourselves responsible for the effects of our media. The most shocking thing about my present state, is that I'm not shocked at all. I've seen a million homocide shows... and there's the tall, staunch detective that's in all the movies. This is all too familiar. I only ask you to WANT to help, and with this SINCERE WILLINGNESS will arise the ways and means to do so. Look for ways, and they'll surface. Hold hope and community tight, and solidarity will begin to take shape. Leaders will suddenly realize that they must lead. They will lead by following the will of the masses, like a true and righteous leader should. bleshyall... I will meet you on the front lines, you have my word. (the rest of this blog will be the pure love written by Afrika Bambaataa, of the Universal Zulu Nation) -------------------------------------------------------- This is not just a Zulu thang...its a PEOPLE thing! Lets get control of our music people... IN THE NAME OF AMEN RA THE 5TH ELEMENT OF HIP HOP: KNOWLEDGE, CULTURE, OVERSTANDING TIME TO FIGHT ALL RADIO STATION WHO CLAIM HIP HOP BUT DO NOT PLAY HIP HoP IN A BALANCE. PLAY OLD SCHOOL WITH NEW SCHOOL TO KEEP A BALANCE WITH TRUE SCHOOL.. TIME TO FIGHT ALL THESE DAMN STATIONS WHO ARE JUST PLAYING ONE STYLE OF RAP AND TO FIGHT THESE BS TV VIDEO SHOWS THAT ONLY PLAY RAP VIDEOS OF DISRESPECT TO WOMAN OR JUST SHOW NEGATIVE VIDEOS AND NOT PLAY ALL VIDEOS IN A BALANCE FROM PAST TO THE PRESENT. BRING THE SPIRIT OF MAAT TO HIP HOP RADIO AND TV SHOWS. CONSCIOUSNESS AND FUN IN HIP HOP THE FIGHT FOR 2006 IS ON TO SAVE HIP HOP CULTURE, TIME TO RAISE THE ARMY OF PEOPLE WHO WILL PUT THE POWER OF THE SUPREME FORCE ON THESE SATANIST BASTARDS, WHO ARE TRYING TO CONTROL THE MINDS OF THE HIP HOP WORLD NATION. ALL WHO STAND ON THE SIDE OF THE SUPREME FORCE, WHO IS CALLED BY MANY NAMES, STOP BEING SCARED, STAND UP AND RAISE YOUR VOICE AND THEN GET TO WORK TO EXPOSE THESE DAMN RECORD LABELS, RADIO STATIONS,TV HIP HOP SHOWS OR WHATEVER SHOWS THAT SHOWS US IN A BS VISION OF JUST BEING PIMPS, PLAYAS , GANGSTERS AND HOES, STRAIGHT UP NIGGERS, WIGGERS, OR ANY OTHER DEROGATORY WORDS THAT THEY USE AND WE USE TO CALL OURSELVES. WE ARE ASKING ALL BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF ALL SO CALLED RACES (THE HUMAN RACE) ALL OVER THE WORLD,TO JOIN BROTHER AFRIKA BAMBAATAA AND THE UNIVERSAL ZULU NATION,BROTHER DAVEY D, TOOLS OF WAR,THE R.E.A.C.H. ORGANIZATION, SISTER ROSA CLEMENTE, KEVIN POWELL, SISTER APRIL SILVER, ERNIE PANICCIOLI, CRAZY LEGS, FABEL,TONY TONE, ADISA, NTELEK MARTHA DIAZ, CHUCK D, PROFESSOR X, KRS ONE AND THE TEMPLE OF HIP HOP, THE UNIVERSAL FEDERATION FOR THE PRESERVATION OF HIP HOP CULTURE AND MANY MORE GRASS ROOTS ORGANIZATIONS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD TO BRING THE POWER OF GODS AND GODDESSES,THE SUPREME FORCE ON ALL THESE JIVE ASS SO CALLED HIP HOP RADIO STATION TO CHANGE UP OR BACK TO HELL YOU GO . IT IS TIME TO CAUSE A WORLD MOVEMENT. STOP BEING SCARED AND CALL ON THE SPIRITS OF THE ANCESTORS, THE LORD OF ALL THE WORLDS AND GET TO WORK. RAISE CONSCIOUSNESS BACK IN HIP HOP CULTURE. WE ARE NOT SAYING TO STOP PLAYING WHAT YOUR ARE PLAYING ON THE AIR OR SHOWING ON THE TV BUT TO HAVE BALANCE AND PLAY IT ALL, OLD SCHOOL TO NEW SCHOOL TO BE TRUE SCHOOL.. WE NEED THE ARMY OF GODS AND GODDESSES TO LIFT EVERY VOICE AND SPEAK BUT TO LIFT EVERY ARM AND SWING MEANING PUT FIRE TO THESE DEMONS ON THESE STATIONS WHO WILL BRING THE CULTURE OF HIP HOP OVER TO THE DEVIL. IF YOUR ARE WITH SAVING HIP HOP CULTURE THEN FIGHT LIKE GODS OF HEAVEN AND SEND THEM DEMONS BACK TO HELL. IN THE SPIRIT OF THE MILLION MORE MARCH, MILLION MAN MARCH, MILLION WOMAN MARCH, MILLION YOUTH MARCH, THE UNIVERSAL ZULU NATION, THE ROCK STEADY CREW, ALL THE B-BOYS AND GIRLS, TRUE HIP HOP CULTURE HEADS THROUGHOUT PLANET EARTH JOIN AN ORGANIZATION OR GET WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE ABOUT MOVEMENT TO TAKE OUR CULTURE BACK AND SAVE OUR YOUTH ALL OVER THE WORLD AND TO SAVE YOUR MIND AND YOUR SOUL.. ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE BROTHER AFRIKA BAMBAATAA THE AMEN RA OF UNIVERSAL HIP HOP CULTURE UNIVERSAL ZULU NATION

peace yall, I'm looking to start a monthly event in Boulder, Co. (My mother lives there and is sick, I want to throw a monthly event there to fund my trips back and forth.) I'm looking for more info/contacts/bars/clubs/spaces/promoters/DJs/radio shows/street promoters/cultural groups/live musicians that would be good to work with. I'm probably going to do something similar to what Afro Funké is here in LA (Reggae, Dub, Funk, Afrobeat, Brazilian, Latin, Downtempo beats... you know, funky sh:t like.) I think it'll go over well there, but I don't want it to fall into some played out trendy thing, which seems to happen there quite easily. let me know if anything comes to mind, ok? thank you all for any help/opinions you can offer. bleshyall, // Jeremy Sole (Musaics)

if you feel like playing along: Write down your first thoughts to each word and then post your reply below. **When reposting, add the person's name who sent this to you as number 20 and answer with what first comes to mind!!** Be honest with your answers! But most of all have fun. Or kill some time. ----------------------------------------------- 1. Wealth. accumulation is the residue of stagnant reward. Honor yourself for what you've earned, then convert the fruits of your labor into gifts before they spoil. 2. Summer. The illustrious art of idle fun! Baby-makin' musica moves baby-makin' hips. Melting ice cream drips off lips, down the chin and forearm. Mojo frequencies... transmitted and received with marathon foreplay. Dirty bare feet harden with each step. Sand in all the fun crevases. Kids laugh and play. Skaters skate. Lovers love. Dealers sell. Gangsters cruise. Potential energy gets anxious. Shit gets kinetic in this heat. 3. Organic. Prana breathes and rounds all edges. Vivacious vibrations buzz warm and natural. 4. Speed. Glass shatters into a million crystals. Fast ladders with the angst of pistols. It's those, moments stolen from golden shine... pawned tomorrow off for pennies on the dime, while time forgets blessings in crash course lessons. 5. Football. GOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!! (oops... wrong "futbol"?) 6. Kitten. Gestures tender when warm and dependent. 7. Comic. Tease the truth, good Sir! until we laugh away our fears with birds-eye views of the rat race. Pull infested irony from our similarities, to toughen the sensitive and insecure by this humorous exposure. 8. George W. Bush. George, it's "pray" not "prey"! 9. City. Synchro system momentum of central desires. Crossroad hustles, from stagnant parasites to exponential enterprise. Social addicts or people persons? Karmic crash course students playing hookie, dodging their bookie. 10. God. Words rise to the occasion, but settle for being symbols when they pale in distant comparison. Only "Love" seems to stand, vulnerable yet unflinching in it's imagery, holding up any weary words in it's sentence. Are You the Almighty in disguise? Sent down here faceless so us pridefull ones wouldn't fight over Your color or ancestral features!? 11. Dream. Scale the depths of your soul without measure of the rational or the anchor of reality. 12. Technology. What the bleep, blip, doop, dot dot dot, boom bap bip do we know!? 13. Kiss. Supple pucker wet and invited. 14. Poverty. There's a dam at the edge of the desert. 15. Cancer. Like a boogiemonster. Figurative when explored. Literal when ignored. Dis-ease hardens and fights to live. 16. Dessert. Yes please. and thank you. 17. Love. See "God". 18. Sand. Erode with pride, you majestic mountain. Let the natural wrath sculpt your humble transformation. Your next lessons are only achieved by meek stature in a mass composition. 19. Threat. Look beyond your castle walls. They are illusionary at best. All that will be, will not cease becoming upon reaching your defensive boundaries. 20. Michelle. Blooming petals of bright truths and feminine strength! True youth takes years to achieve. Only a muse, a genuine catalyst of Love and support, could hold the power to decide not to disease herself, and be granted a full pardon due to karmic credit!! :)

dear warrior, I honor you, and your selfless purpose. I believe in you, and the strength you summon. I pray for you, and the path you've bravely chosen. I am proud of you, for answering the call. I learn from you, and your empowering spirit. I am grateful for you, your fire lights the way. I worry about you, for fire is difficult to contain. I will care for you, if you are burned by it's rage. I love you, whether you are right or wrong. I will console you, when your fists unclench. I forgive you, though you have killed our family. I will breath for you, until your rage subsides. I will welcome you home, if you find your way.

03/24/05: another morningtime random tangent riding tandem with semantics.... ........................................ REFLECTIVE MAJESTIC ))))) ...and if it wasn't for the glare beaming relfective majestic from her frame, I would calm the squint from my eyes and eagerly enjoy the little eternities of foreplay that my pupils need while dilating the flood gates to let her details pour onto my mental canvas, outstreched. She is aqueous and uncontained refined only in substance, in culture, but not boundary. My God is indeed a Merciful God, for He has called shotgun in my vehicle and allowed this mortal to drive my destiny. ........................................ PLEA: Reader, please excuse my primary palette of words, for they are once again humbled by the injustices they commit, attempting to define her. ahh, another beautifully failed attempt! ........................................

MORNING PAGES: random entries over the past week, written every morning. the second I wake up. Febuary 2005 ******************************* I skipped yesterday's entry. Still fighting time like crime. Trying to stop the reaction without nurturing the cause. Time doesn't keep on slipping into the future, it's I who keeps on slipping into the past. Note to Self: Things take longer than expected. (move faster or stop expecting.) Must factor in slack, distraction, the unexpected visitor in need, weed and unforseen problems. and food. and sleep. *This list could be longer, but I don't have time. Time has me. ******************************* I sleep embriotic warm, incubating the morning while mourning the natural death of the night so I can rest in peace. Yesterday dies peacefully of natural causes. Old age. ******************************* I awaken alone yet not lonely, having spooned the curves of the acoustic as she lay across my chest. Nightly, I caress lullabies from her hollowbody and we moan in harmony, until sleep flirts and tempts me astray. ******************************* The guilt-ridden Sufferer in me was bullied by the elder brother Clarity. Locked horns like typical Aries, headstrong into the battle unprepared. Scared by Clarity's lack of doubt. Intimidating truths force my submission. Don't mourn the dying sufferer within, he must not be missed. ******************************* Although my will is contaminated I must flush out and purify, leaving every valve open to be hope and soul instead of doubt and mold. It gets old quick and layers build of stagnant psychedelic relics to trip nostalgic and cry over spilled photos and homeless songs. Don't pity the lost lingering melodies, humming under their breath. Pity is a bitter gesture once the sweet concern subsides. Victims are sometimes self appointed. Sufferers train unconsciously yet diligent in guilt's tolerance, until caloused. Let him wander. If his home is not with you, housing him would only delay and distract his journey. Besides, the guest room must be vacant for it is the music room when necessary and necessary is perpetual until God's-given is a live-in guest and I rest in his work. Only relaxed by progress. Only progressing by relaxation. ******************************* Soles tired and worn from wandering. Take a load off, my Son. Homelessness is pacing, in a linear direction. ******************************* Sleep well and do not prepare in your slumber. You will have missed the whole pointlessness of it! Tomorrow will be better than you can fathom with shallow sleep. Let your dreams dive deep and pull what they will from your depths. Reflect on the shadowed catch of the day. Discard the waste and throw back anything living. As they sink back into their murky home, silhouettes wither to formlessness burnt dark, away, flooded, with light. eyes open, adjust and relax refreshed and reflected. Let sleep be sleep, and dreams be deep rooted in Soul. Steadfast when awakened drastic by morning's faux finish. The path lay beneath your feet, waiting in raw anticipation of your first step. ******************************* "Om ain't shit. I knew this cat that could chant his ass off. cyclical breathing and all that shit. all that. His swami or whatever, said dude was really onto something, yet nothing. th'fuck is that!? saw his jenky ass on Glendale looking like homelessness was home. mufucuh don't no nothin no more. wish he ain't lose his mind, I coulda used some advice. these hoes out here love a spiritual cat." *******************************

THE RELIGION OF LOVE My heart has become capable of every form; It is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks, And a temple for idols and the pilgrim's Ka'ba And the tables of the Torah and the book of the Qu'ran. I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love's camels take, that is my religion and my faith. IBN AL-'ARABI ( http://theosophy.org/tlodocs/Readings/10.htm )

............................................................................. A SPECIAL MESSAGE FROM AFRIKA BAMBAATAA "IN THE NAME OF THE SUPREME FORCE AMEN RA: The Universal Zulu Nation is wishing each and all of you, on this Great Planet So Called Earth, a Peaceful New Years and hope and pray that the Supreme Force will bless each and everyone of you with good health, a home, success and Spirituality. We ask that you, sometime today or tonight, on your busy schedule, say a prayer for yourselves as well as for all the Humans who went through trails and tribulations in this year of 2004. Give a special prayer for all those Humans who have lost their lives all over Asia and Africa because of the Great Tidal Wave Wrath of Mother Nature. For years, we have taught about the disrespect of our Great Planet So called Earth by Humans, who are becoming a cancer to this great living entity. Yes, Mother Earth is alive and kicking! All Humans of all colors, races, nationalities, religions, etc., had better wake up to what is going on this planet as well as with The Universe. Since that movie, The Day After Tomorrow, which was a message sent for all to see, watch and overstand, came to movie theaters all around the planet, there have been all types of chaos happening on Mother Earth. Go back and read all of the Great books of knowledge which have warned you of these days. Go back and seek out the Knowledge of the Ancients of Ancients from Africa, Asia, Americas, Europe who have predicted about these days. See what mistakes were made back then, which we still do today, which will cause destruction all over this planet without warning, like in the Great days of Atlantis, Lemuria, Babylon, and so forth. All Humans need a check up from the neck up. All have gone against the order of nature and the God of Nature seeks revenge on all who have become greedy and all who have caused hell on the planet. No more time for just fun and games, Humans, cause Mother Nature is not playing games with you no more. Either we are going to get back into spirituality with the planets and Universe or all of us should get ready for The Wrath of Amen Ra, Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh, Jah, Anu, Eloheem, and all the other names we call The Supreme Force. As the saying goes, 'It’s Not Nice To Fool With Mother Nature.' Please help out with whichever organization you can, to donate whatever you can, to send food and water and money to all the victims who have felt the Wrath of Mother Nature all over the planet So called Earth….."

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