mirrors and dreams

Category: Music



This song and video inspired me to write a horror punk song based on military drum beats and calls… as well as the sinister thoughts of demonic minds… 

I wish I had the skills and the talent. But it won’t stop me from writing at least the lyrics. 






Route Around – Rebelution


Too sweet.



Monday Music: Erik Satie

Every Monday, I am going to share my favorite musical experience or lesson, because discovering music — both old and new — is one of my most favorite indulgences. I am extremely fortunate to enjoy the privilege of access to all kinds of music, in my spare time, enhancing my experience of life.

I take listening cues from a book, “The Secret History of Rock: The Most Influential Bands You’ve Never Heard,” by Roni Sarig. I am trying to finish the first chapter, which focuses on 20th-century composers, who introduced minimalism, industrial sounds, atonal music.

As I am not confident in my memory regarding historical details, I am simply going to describe the musicians in a subjective way – how have their music or stories affected me.

Erik Satie, with the mysterious charm, wearing velvet suits and round eyeglasses, collecting umbrellas, and creating music that was ahead of his time… thought by teachers to be incompetent, as most geniuses and trailblazers are… How admirable his conviction is — not caving in to conventional standards of music, eventually inspiring a movement that we now call modern music.


I wish I had skill and knew more about music theory, so that I can be more articulate in conversing about his beautiful pieces. All I can describe for now is, where do I go when I hear this? Always, the temple within appears, inviting me to come in, relax, and enjoy.



I was sitting in the dark, waiting for liberation, dressing the wounds in my heart.  I’m ready to go, ready to go, to the edge of what we know, to the end of life, to the space beyond this plane. There is nothing here for me, nothing to enjoy.

And in the night I hear a faint melody, from the distance. Lilting voice filled with peace, singing an angel’s song.

But it is time for me to leave. There is a battle that I must fight; my blood to shed for my people’s salvation. There is nothing here for me. I am alone, unseen, un-precious. I am here not for my enjoyment. Born to have my life taken away, and for me to give it away.

The evening breeze carries with it the longing cries of the flutes, the pensive teardrops from the harp, and the angel’s soothing voice. Spellbinding, sublime. I thank the gods for this one moment of beauty. Last forever, I wish, but it won’t. This evening is the most beautiful, and I will carry this memory with me through the battlefield.