The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming
from the book: The Invitation

Paul Stanley "Love in chains" - I 1978 lavede de fire KISS medlemmer et solo album hver, under KISS banneret. Paul Stanleys album indeholdt sådan set kun gedigne Rock Rock numre, ikke et eneste dårligt nummer. Siden jeg var ganske ung knægt, har jeg bare altid haft en godt øje til dette nummer og nummeret "Wouldn't you like to know me".

Jeg fik praktisk talt KISS in med modermælken, da de var min Fars yndlingsband dengang og i mange år frem. Han var med fra starten. KISS har altid fulgt mig i tykt og tyndt, deres musik har fået mig igennem mange dårlige tider (for nu at bruge den kliche). Jeg var, er og vil altid være 100% KISS fan.

Når snakken falder på de fire solo albums, kommer spørgsmålet altid "Hvilken et af dem er din favorit?" Jeg plejer at sige at Paul Stanley og Ace Frehley leverede det forudsigelige, men stadig afsindig godt håndværk, Gene Simmons lavede et lidt anderledes album, men stadig et fedt album.

Trommeslager Peter Criss viste at han var 100% tro mod sig selv, og havde nosser på størrelse med en elefants, da han gik fuldstændig mod strømmen og var total uforudsigelig - hans album bar tydelig præg af hans kærlighed for Soul og R&B , blandet med lidt god gedigen Rock. Jeg elsker når en musiker tør at gå imod strømmen og skider på hvad der forventes.

Hvem af dem er så min favorit? det ved jeg stadig ikke efter 48 år

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsEnBSOk1vA&list=RDQsEnBSOk1vA&start_radio=1

Night Ranger "Soul survivor" - Jeg har bare altid været fan af Night Ranger. I sær det her nummer er total fedt. I det hele taget en stærk tekst. I sær de her to vers får mig til at se det berømte billede for mit indre øje ..

Jeg elsker bare sange hvor der er en sætning eller et vers der sætter tanker i gang. Hvilket også er det jeg stræber efter når jeg selv skriver sange.

"There's a famous picture
From the war in Vietnam
Little girl running on a road burned and screaming
Thirty years later
She met the man who called down the napalm
Did he lie
When he begged for forgiveness

She said I'm a soul survivor
God's grace has set me free
And I'm a living reminder
So think about me
Oh can you think about me"

Giv nummeret et lyt - og dyk ned i deres bagkatalog, de har lavet rigtig mange fede numre igennem årene.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UMtuqnZKK0&list=RD9UMtuqnZKK0&start_radio=1

Det er i dag den 1. juni.

Marguerite Porete var en fransk beginer og mystiker.
Hendes bog: The Mirror of Simple Souls, og hendes insisteren på, at den, der havde gud med i sengen, var hævet over kirkens instruktion sendte hende inkvisitionen på nakken.
Da hun nægtede at trække bogen og sine udtalelser tilbage, blev hun dømt som kætter, og brændt på bålet den 1. juni 1310 – det er ikke mere end 716 år siden.

I used to be enclosed
in the servitude of captivity,
When desire imprisoned me
in the will of affection.
There the light of ardor
from divine love found me,
Who quickly killed my desire,
my will and affection,
Which impeded in me the enterprise
of the fullness of divine love.

Now has Divine Light
delivered me from captivity,
And joined me by gentility
to the divine will of Love,
There where the Trinity gives me
The delight of His love.
This gift no human understands,
As long as he serves any Virtue whatever,
Or any feeling from nature,
through practice of reason.

(Fra "The Mirror of Simple Souls" - Marguerite Porete - 1250-1310)

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them
(D.H. Lawrence - Song of a Man Who Has Come Through)

What fayre and gentle weather blesseth this day, most meet for the quaffing of a sweet draught , and lo, what a wondrous prospect doth unfold from the balcony, a sight most pleasing to the eye and soul alike.

Seated ‘neath the trembl’ing gleam of candle light, I taketh mine ease and sup upon a modest fare; for when sleep doth flee and tarry not long upon mine eyes, such quiet vigil bringeth some small comfort to the restless soul.

Stanley Simmons "Body down" Jeg har i nogle år gået og ventet på at netop de to, skulle lave et musikalsk projekt sammen - det har de gjort nu, og det her er den første single fra et kommende album, som jeg glæder mig til at høre.

De to unge gutter hedder henholdsvis Evan Stanley og Nick Simmons... og jo de er børn af henholdsvis Paul Stanley og Gene Simmons (KISS). Udover at nummeret lige i starten lyder som noget der er taget fra KISS "Carnival of souls" albummet, så er nummeret langt fra hvad deres fædre laver af musik... og så alligevel ikke..

Det første band Paul Stanley og Gene Simmons havde sammen før KISS, hed Wicked Lester, og det her nummer kunne godt have været fra det band.

Det nummer her har et eller andet der fænger.. jeg synes jeg hører noget 60-70'er hippie Ravi Shankar i det.. Teksten kunne de godt have arbejdet noget mere med. Men de to unge gutter er yderst talentfulde musikere. Næste udspil glæder jeg mig til.

Tjek nogle af de kopi numre de har lavet her... det er altså fedt. Ingen autotune eller andet magi, kun rå talent.

1. Fleetwood Mac "Break the chain" med Gene Simmons datter Sophie. FANTASTISK.
(https://www.youtube.com/shorts/giNgQXtGu5w)

2. Led Zeppelin "Hey hey what can I do"
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8F4LUGeirw)

3. Simon & Garfunkel "Sounds of silence" - Gåsehud, sikke nogle harmonier.
(https://www.youtube.com/shorts/6tke50dH3ZY)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFY_Kr734oc&list=RDIFY_Kr734oc&start_radio=1

"I may die
But my soul will live
And grow – like a poem
I forgot to write
To survive

I may die
But my soul will live
Between the moments
Of hope
I forgot to write
To survive

I may die
And still be alive
Up in the sky
Where birds fly"

MEMO