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State: British Columbia
Country: CA
Signup Date: 4/17/2006

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Thursday, November 08, 2007 

In the beginning, before Azul Salvaje
manifested in its current realization,
after many long years of search and study,
flashes of illumination, dark failures,
all too much wine, women and song,
scenic detours, as well as a variety of drugs,
half assed attempts, bad judgment, general screwups, etc.
so on, so forth, not so suddenly there arose a great
longing which took root and grew towards a distant light.
Thus was conceived the first incarnation of protean process
that gave birth to "Chrome Pony", and "Chrome Pony" begat
"Horsefeathers", and "Horsefeathers" then begat
"Viva Liberté. At this time it came to pass that
the Uncouth Bohemian drew a cloak of anonanymity
about himself and gathering the tools of composition,
arranging, programming and performance
he had struggled through the decades to acquire and
master, he fared forth, alone, as the Phantom Fiddler to seek
inspiration, artistic and spiritual sustenance, kindred spirits,
and let us not forget, a solvent economic situation.
In the never ending quest to coalesce improvisationaly
within the natural flow of style, structure and rhythm,
the Uncouth Bohemian melded with the Phantom Fiddler
and became reincarnated as "Azul," dubbed so by the
Latinos and Brazilians (not for the color of his eyes as
he first thought) in regard for his skill of Freestylin' blues
lines while maintaining the integrity of the dance forms.
So it was, thus, that toiling alone and lost seeking a path
through the wilderness of the "BIZ" of !!!!
being a "PROFESSIONAL ARTIST", exploring
and searching to find and cultivate a true voice
that would ring out clearly from the depths of his heart
and spirit, Azul found a cosmic community of cyber tribal
sonic soul siblings who fertilized a musical growth
and flowering of expression, that blossomed into
"Azul Salvaje".

Monday, November 05, 2007 
surround a round
emotive intelligence
answers found not in
over active intellects
but in dream whence
whimsy wanders paths
lit by votive candles
give light to grasp
some handle on
illusioned realities
ephemeral as dawn
Monday, November 05, 2007 
barefoot
bare ass
kicking
and
screaming
in the out door
as soon
as we
arrive
we're on our way
Monday, November 05, 2007 
when Kind of Blue, Miles unfold
the kinks of tangled up paths
past the emotive kiosks where we
pay our dues in spirit gold...
Monday, November 05, 2007 
ah the manifestation of gods
and goddesses, or perhaps
the infestation of creation
of havoc for humans as
heavenly recreation, many
the things I'd hope to see,
before I'd choose an epiphany...
Monday, November 05, 2007 
the worth of words
weighed with feeling,
moved by thought,
the spirit stirred
not by usage,
or terms like ought,
but the birth of sharing
and the act of paring
interplay down
to how we say
what we say,
to set words free
to sail away,
to seek another shore
beyond the meaning
we knew before...
Monday, November 05, 2007 
There is something sexy
about feeling blessed,
perhaps because it invokes
a pureness of passion,
received, and given,
as a good dream
lightens the night
with a gift of positive patterns
that spin us through the flow
of deep conciousness
with ephemeralities
like starsong
and simple heart filling beauty
like a loving welcome
offered spontaneously,
the gift of a flower
to the garden, sparkling
early morning dew on blossoms
subtly radiating the moment,
wafting perfume scintillating
as the coruscating prismatic
dewdrops glowing irredescent
with their token of day born anew...
Monday, November 05, 2007 
silence in the dark
of depression's soft
silent sting, what
langouress mutiny
of mind or emotion
births beauty such
as Barber's Adagio
for Strings...would he
lift off with Orbit's remix,
or Tiesto's techno take
on his internal canvas of
painted sonic tones?
Or feel his art scavenged
in the commercial desert
and reduced to bleached
gnawed over bones...
Monday, November 05, 2007 
as swirling pink glissandos
of petals echo Basho,
the Floating World calls 
while cherry blossoms fall
Monday, November 05, 2007 
beautiful words opening like
blossoms to drip nectar of
meaning and form bouquets
of song perfuming our spirit
hearts with hopeful longing....