Glass trees whisper in the cotton breeze
An Angel, a caramel amazon women stands nude on a hill
Peering over her city, over her army of aluminum, steel and carbon fiber
Her wings, twice the length of her strong and feminine body
wings of surgical steel, sheer and shimmer in the blue sunlight
eyes black with blue opal iris'
Calm, methodical, reasoning,
cold and computing, detached and self reliant
war has began

300 miles away axes are grinding
and sturdy men prepare for attack
Men with white lion faces, manes in dreadlocks roar
Drums beating constantly,
a leader emerges
and holds his axe up as a signal for the drums to silence

"We are a peaceful people,
we are farmers, and raisers of live stock
we value health and peace
seeking no quarrel we made a treaty with the angels of industry
but they have consumed themselves to poverty.
Their resources are gone and they seek to come here
claiming we are unworthy of the valuable land we have settled on.
They have not seeked war, but now say we have left them no other choice.
there comes a time when peace talks and reason must be set aside
a time when every man must fight!"

Roars billow through the country side, roars of 50,000 lion men.
every living thing within a hundred miles is frantic with fear.

to be continued...

                     D. Anson Brody

    For thousands of years man trusted the philosophy, the strongest survive. It seemed reasonable to accept the notion that smaller creatures were doomed to extinction, simply because they were smaller and weaker than the predators that preyed upon them. That seemed to make sense, but for some time now most have embraced the fact we live in an ecosystem where the survival of the largest predators are dependent upon the health and wellbeing of the smallest creatures within that ecosystem.

    So, the philosophy of perpetuating a healthy, dynamic and biologically diverse ecosystem to preserve our fish and wildlife resources over the long-term is accepted; by most, as an essential to our own preservation.

Proud and Happy to announce that I am now endorsed by Taylor guitars. 

  These guys loved my 9 string, and though they don't give away guitars they are very happy to get me one for what it costs them to make.  They have already hooked me up with a spare set of electronics for my guitar, since I blow them up every 6-8 months or so, and they will fix my guitar as long as I can get it to them.  Awesome!!! For those of you that don't know, I've been playing guitar for just a couple of years and I've already imploded two of them.  This one is still together but it is very jacked up at the moment. 

   When I went to the Dallas Guitar show I got to talk to the VP who is also the head of research and design department about making a custom 9 string for me.  He wasn't against it, though officially they don't do that kind of custom work.  Time will tell whether this actually happens or not.   We also got a good laugh about making it a Fall limited signature model.  While the latter is a stretch, I'm honored even by the joke.

   I'm not out of the woods yet, this doesn't mean that things are on an upswing or anything.  It's just some friendly guitar makers thowing me the hook up.

Thanks to Bob, Brian, and Andy at Taylor for their support.

Peace,

D. Anson Brody

Walking on the moon
through feilds of paper roses
Hummingbirds control marionete puppets
that seem to walk around trying to find inner meaning
a symphoney of broken instruments
Played by tall men
inside of a crator
a single red headed girl
dancing and laughing
though the field of paper roses
with a white one in her hair
the hummingbirds love her
but someday she will become them
another hummingbird making puppets dance
to the broken music of tall men
 
                                D. Anson Brody

Today more people listen to music then ever before in the history of the world.  Recordings, radio, television, and intrenet have made music availible to wider range of people.  In spite of this, music is still enigmatic.   Music, for those who love it, is so important that to deprive them of it would be cruel and and unusual punishment.  Music isn't important to just professionals and gifted amateurs.  Even a listener that has never attempted to learn an instument may be so deeply affected that, for them, a day without being involved with music is a day wasted. 
  Many people think that the arts are luxuries rather than central neccesaties, these same people think that it has no significance other than providing a little pleasure and entertainment.   They consider it a gloss on the surface, a harmless indulgence rather than an integral part of live, liberty, and learning.    This is probably why politicians seldom consider music in their plans for education.  Everything is being based more and more on utalitarian principles.  It's focused on gainful enployment rather than enriching human experience.  More work, and less of the things that truely make life, the common human experience.  Music is so powerful that it affects people in a much more long term way than just the lenghth of any particular song.  Music affects the subconcious first,  and then if you choose you can think about why it affected you.  This is the opposite of all other art which has to be cognative first.  This means as a musician you have the ability to effect people's feelings and thus thinking without them really realizing it.  Wow!!! How powerful is that? 
  What music really brings, I believe, is unquantifiable.  Music for me is something that makes life worth living.  It has incomparably enriched my life.  It is an irreplaceable underserved transcendental blessing. 

Thank You
To those who gave me a place to lay my head
when I had no place of my own,
not one pillow
Thank You
For teaching me, 
while I am a fool
For this, I can never repay you
Thank you
For holding me at night
while I struggle with the demons in my mind
Thank You
For feeding me while I was hungry
seems like a small thing
but not to me.
not to me.
Thank You
for kind words
to you, this may have been nothing
but to me,
to me,
it is everything.

                                                    D. Anson Brody

One said
"you're going to bring peace to a lot of people"
another said
"you have been the single biggest inspiration in my life"
he was 60.
many say
"wow" and nothing else
Words offer strength to meaning
Words that don't scar
but heal,
when enunciated with volition
Thank you

                                  D. Anson Brody

She (Betsy Badwater) warned us about her fellow bandmember, D. Anson Brody, hailing from the side of the road in Texas (where she found him, as they both confirmed), saying we had better make sure our wigs were stapled on tight. We laughed, and he joked about it, but soon he took the stage and we all needed a stapler.

D. Anson Brody started out with a slam poem and the room was polarized. My love for words, my appreciation for their power, was electrified as he began with a loud hearty laugh and spoke with power, irony, and passion. The poem was by Taylor Mali, called "What Teachers Make" and I loved it. Then he put his fingers to his guitar, not so much playing as tickling music from it (not the last time I would be reminded of a piano player that night), and we were swept in a different musical direction: more rock, less sand. Not to say that his performance did not have a gentleness to it; his voice played his lyrics as lovingly as his fingers played the guitar, but it was a tough love, resulting in a range of emotion that tuned into the hopeful little girl in me and the hard-rock fan in my husband equally. He sang about the death of a clown with eerie precision, then about a butterfly in a hurricane as if the winds of the storm were contained inside of him. One of the highlights of the performance, which I have been unable to get out of my head all week, was when he picked up his bass guitar (giving his acoustic a little time to stop smoldering), announced he was going to play, but not sing, some Stevie Wonder, and launched into "Overjoyed" as one suddenly fractured part of my mind tried to reconcile that he was playing a ballad on a bass guitar (only), with his hands moving along the strings up and down the neck like Mr Wonder himself tickling the ivories. We were all transfixed. I never would have expected to hear my husband admit to knowing which song that was, but he couldn't stop talking about it later, either. Brody played a few more songs on the bass guitar, then switched back to the acoustic, which he cracked during one of his more percussive songs, and when he started to talk about wrapping it up, I found myself wishing we were all on a beach somewhere, around a fire, with no need for the time to end until the sun came up.

Needless to say, we bought a cd after the show.
kris elder

As you can all plainly see, I keep my personal cellphone number up on this site.  I love my fans, and I love talking to them, answering any questions they may have.  Sometimes I'll just chit chat for a while.  It's also a very clear way to get in touch with me for booking, last minute directions to a show, and to find out what's new.  Most people are just plain weirded out by the idea of cold calling someone, but many of you text me.  All of this is great.  I knew the risk of some prank calls, and people waking me up from my sleep when I put my number out there, but I feel the potential benefits outweigh, the potential hazards.  It's a risk I took and am taking.   Last night I got my first Jerk.  It was about 12:30 am, the guy was not very bright, that or he was on something. 

Here is the conversation paraphrased.

Me: This is Anson (I answer that way when I don't recognize who's calling)
Him:  Um yeah........
Me:  Hello? what's up man?
Him: (a long space) uh yeah, I'm going to rape you
Me: Wow, (at this point I'm thinking maybe it's a friend, with a twisted sense of humor,  and he's gonna start laughing at my response)
Him: Yeah.....so...... lock your doors
Me: Your a nice guy, (scarcastic of course)
Him: .... I am a nice guy
Me:  Thanks for letting me know ahead of time, I'll be sure to shower
Him:  yeah (hangs up)

Smart guy,  He did have enough sense to block his caller information, I still may try to find out if  I can get it from the phone company seeing as it was technically a threat.  I'm really shaking in my little booties : )  Anyways, Leave a comment about how ridiculous this guy is, or if you are the guy.  Seriously man, it's cool, I know it was supposed to be funny, you probably got a cheap laugh out of it.  I would only suggest doing something a little more productive.  I'm sure there is something good you can do with your time.  I like to learn to play different instruments. 

Peace,
           D. Anson Brody

  It's rare that someone comes through in my life with something.  The people that do come through are the one's that I remember.  They are the ones I stay in touch with.  This guy just went ABOVE AND BEYOND!!!  He's a big fan and he offered, some time ago, that if I were to tour he would set me up with one of the new Bose L1 systems.  See he reps for Bose's musician department, and when the time came, he came through!!  Even though his company wasn't behind it yet.  He sent me a system that sounds and functions better than any I've used, even though Bose is still talking over official sponsorship.  I can't say enough, he not only saved my ass, but he helped me with some of the tools I need. 

Now I'm not saying contact him or bother him, but I am saying THANK YOU publicly to Kyle and people like him all over the world.   Be sure to check out www.bose.com/musicians for more info on this revolutionary sysytem.

Peace,
D. Anson Brody

"I have never claimed to be a music critic, I just know what I like and I like D. Anson Brody's music. I like his melodies that dance with his lyrics, I like the way he swirls together the dark and the light, I like the way his songs reverberate deeply beneath the surface and speak to my soul. I experience his music, not just merely listen to it. D. Anson Brody's music does that, it creates an experience, it cracks you open and gets inside you. If you have not had a D. Anson Brody experience, I urge you to do so, now! Buy his CD, catch his live show, experience the soulful madness and the swirling beauty that is this remarkable musical force better known as D. Anson Brody."

- Johnny Olson, editor of Mad Swirl
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