verse two



i came wrong you were right
transformed your love into like
baby believe me; i'm sorry i told you lies
i turned day into night
sleep till i die a thousand times
i should've showed you
better nights better times
better days i miss you more and more

BLACKsummersnight 2009

m.

here in the studio reading some nice things from many of you. its funny but this year has me filled with more optimism than the previous. a new president for our country, a new regime, a new change and yes a new record; don't we all need something new:



this is a real building



thanks to russ and his homeboy from karmaloop for the heads up.



BLACKsummersnight has a drippy drip like the above images. hope your ears can see the difference that your mind's eye can't perceive. huh? speaking of eyes. watch THE WIRE tonight, its really the best thing on television; my humble opinion. i'll be watching and reading your words all day and night.

the kooky one,

m.

i'm sure most of you have been made aware of the growing poverty of HAITI. its so bad that many have resorted to actually eating pies made out of mud. i can't tell you how much this disturbs me. over the years i have been involved in helping the cause not only because of my deep rooted connection to HAITI but because no woman, no man, and no child should ever be hungry enough to eat dirt.



contact: wyclef jean's 'www.yele.org/' or 'www.lambifund.org/' and ask how you can help relieve this terrible tragedy afflicting a most prized and beloved place in my heart.






i received a very cherished invitation to the annual amFAR awards ceromony. an organization dedicated to fighting the spread of HIV aids. notable artist and director JULIAN SCHNABEL asked me to attend to see him receive the honor for his outstanding work in the fight for aids research.

BOBBY SHRIVER was also honored for his part in creating the 'RED' campaign which has been picked up by the GAP, APPLE and countless other manufactures. it has helped to raise millions against this dreadful disease. its far from over so if anyone wants to help go to www.amfar.org




proceeds from the song 'HELP SOMEBODY' off the forthcoming COLUMBIA release 'BLACKsummers'night' will be donated to the causes mentioned above.


thank u..

m.

i go insane; crazy sometimes
trying to keep you from losing your mind
open your eyes; see whats in front of your face
and save me my FISTFUL OF TEARS

BLACKsummersnight-2009

m.

THE WIRE



if you watch; then you know what just happened and what i'm talking about.



if you don't; you might just be missing out on the best thing ever written and performed on television.
two more episodes to go and it's over but these stories may never end on our city streets. unless...




love,

m.

PABLO NERUDA



oh amor, oh rayo loco y amenaza purpúrea,
me visitas y subes por tu fresca escalera
el castillo que el tiempo coronó de neblinas,
las pálidas paredes del corazón cerrado.

nadie sabrá que sólo fue la delicadeza
construyendo cristales duros como ciudades
y que la sangre abría túneles desdichados
sin que su monarquía derribara el invierno.

por eso, amor, tu boca, tu piel, tu luz, tus penas,
fueron el patrimonio de la vida, los dones
sagrados de la lluvia, de la naturaleza

que recibe y levanta la gravidez del grano,
la tempestad secreta del vino en las bodegas,
la llamarada del cereal en el suelo.

Pablo Neruda: cien sonetos de amor XXXVII



Oh love, oh mad light-beam, threat of violet,
you visit me, and climb, by your cool stairway
the tower that time has crowned with mist,
the ashen walls of an enclosed heart.

No one will know it was grace alone,
constructed crystals strong as citadels
and blood opened desolate tunnels
without its sovereignty dispelling winter.

So, love: your mouth, skin, light, sorrows,
were the bequest of life, the sacred
gifts of the rainfall, and of nature

that receives and lifts the weight of seed,
the hidden tumult of wine in casks,
the blaze of wheat under the ground.

Pablo Neruda: LOVE SONNETS XXXVII



feliz; noche de AMOR

m.

only we can make a difference where it matters most..




m.

p.s. the views expressed above are soley those of the blog writer and do not reflect any move to persuade or derail you the reader from your own presence of mind and right of choice.

no brainer... . . we... . . . NEW YORK...... . .. . . . . . . . will.. . . .. . .. . DESTROY!!

i just got through 55 pages and 35 more comment pages to go. its a good problem. much love 2 u for ya messages. in the end everyone's opinion is precious. yeah even the ones that don't like me, think i suck and believe i should never put any music out again. yeah u 2 are loved and i'm glad ur here to keep my head from it's swelling.



just wanted to say i love you, the ones who don't and still care. thanks for hanging in there and being the ones who write and check on me everyday. its been a long time and its any wonder why i am even around in anyone's mind sometimes. i havent been in the mix for awhile but even still, here and there a few ears exist and its those ears that propel me to the places that i will go now.

stepping away again to finish up a song so please be good in the meantime and thanks for sticking by me. lots of love, respect and gratitude.

thank u thank u thank u!!!!

m.

p.s. tegan and sara's 'walking with the ghost' from the album 'so jealous'. old at this point but loved all the same.

a long absence i know and i hope your time has been well spent with love and light brighter than the human eye can bear. your messages have not been read but i will attend to this on sunday.

to you and all the wondrous sites who have kept my music alive with comments and pictures; thank you. i still can't understand why you care so much but nothing good should be questioned; only accepted.

music is being made and plans are on lock so please be patient. in a few precious moments there will be no more waiting. i just might be too in your face for even the most loving of you observers out there.







m-xxox