i've been deliberating which course to steer this somewhat rudderless vehicle called electropeaseant, and i have decided on a somewhat new direction, that of a music blog. my proselytizing and nuance can be entertaining, i know, but i'm not convinced of the format of chattering to the fishes. i still may posit a smattering of randomness here and there, but this brings me to another line of business.

i want to invite anyone who would like to contribute random, unheard music to electropeasant to please do so. in fact, the site would work the best if visitors from around the world were including their favorite bits of local hardcore, tropicalia from travels, indian field recordings and the bar band from down the block that wasn't amazing in 1978, but now... you could swear they were nickelback! (actually, please don't submit anything that sounds like nickelback).

with that being said, just email or comment and i'll certainly allow you to post your tunes. let's grow together!

here is an amazing album by a band called 'puff'. found description below:

PUFF was the 1969 extension-group of the Rockin Ramrods with songs written by founding Ramrods leader Ron Campisi and featured guitarist-vocalist David Allen Ryan (later of Sha Na Na) and jazz flutist/keyboardist Jim Mandell. The sound of the group was a marked departure from the Rockin' Ramrods. It was softer, more experimental, and for the first time introduced jazz, blues and classical themes into their music. Although the lyrics Ronn Campisi wrote in the early, middle and late stages of his groups were set against different musical idioms, there was always one thematic-constant of kid's dreams, adolescent desires & growing up.

1. DEAD THOUGHTS OF ALFRED 2. RAINY DAY 3. VACUUM 4. WALK UPON THE WATER 5. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE 6. OF NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP 7. WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING 8. TREES 9. IT'S MY WAY 10. I SURE NEED YOU 11. GO WITH YOU 12. CHANGES

that review doesn't do the album justice. it was never released and is better than the monkees. the site from which i sampled that bit of text was charging $68 for the vinyl! crazy! here it is for free.. enjoy!



note: link is in the comments...

ok, i have let this blog languish yet again. sometimes creating digital info is less than appealing to me, even though i soak it up. the election proffered a breadth of information, and my saturation levels were at maximum. it is nice to decompress from informational overload. at the same time, existing post-election allows posts to uncloak themselves of fear and step out into the sunlight of the majesty of existence. no more fear! this is what i've been chanting internally, and it is helpful. so yes, things are changing quickly, yes we are at the end of an age, but whatever! go outside! enjoy yourself! engage with infinity everywhere!

i have also built up some resistance towards blogging, as it can often feel like diarrhea of the mouth. still, there is much love to share, and i shall begin that process anew. in this small digest of stimuli, i shall present a few videos and an article, well, written about me.

first, here you may read all about my processes, from the lens of la based writer leah demo: here

second (i'm such a list maker, if you hadn't noticed), here are a few videos that have passed my way. just discovered 'el guincho' from dublab.com, and found his video for his song 'kalise' to be both wonderful, and like exactly what i make. maybe that's just something that's going around, the recontextualization of everything into a form that is more... cool? without further adieu:



lastly, another video. this from yale at luaka bop, don't really know the story behind it, except that it's amazing. enjoy! i was thinking of posting a doom and gloom lesson on how fluoride is both toxic and in everything, but just go here to learn more about fluoride. certainly google to find out what it's in, because i was surprised (though i shouldn't have been) to learn that it's in cereal, beer, and anything that is from a fluoridated watershed. eesh. mega-bad.
here's the fun brazilian video:

as our financial system collapses, the mayan prophecies continue to reverberate and correlate with the events currently transpiring. this from daniel pinchbeck's 2012, The Return of Quetzalcoatl:

“The nine-story Mayan pyramids are thus telling us that consciousness is created in a hierarchical way and that each Underworld stands on the foundation of another,” writes Calleman. The initial level, starting thirteen hablatuns or 16.4 billion years ago, proceeds from the inception of matter in the “Big Bang,” through the development of cellular life on Earth. During the second step, beginning thirteen alautuns or 820 million years ago, animal life evolved out of cells. The third underworld, starting thirteen kinchiltuns or 41 million years ago, saw the evolution of primates and the first, rudimentay use of tools by human ancestors. During the fourth underworld, beginning thirteen kalabtuns or 2 million years ago, tribal organization began among the ancestors of Homo sapiens. During the next underworld, starting thirteen piktuns or 102,000 years ago, Homo sapiens emerged, developing spoken language. The sixth underworld comprises the Great Cycle of thirteen baktuns, beginning 5,125 years before the approaching birthdate, when we created patriarchical civilization, law, and written language – Calleman calls this the National Underworld. The seventh step, dubbed the Planetary Underworld, thirteen katuns or 256 years, beginning in AD 1755, introduced industrialization, electricity, technology, modern democracy, gene splicing, and the atom bomb. Our knowledge became Faustian power over the physical world. The eighth level – the Galactic Underworld – thirteen tuns or 12.8 years, began in 1999, with the development of the Internet into a global communications infrastructure. The final step, thirteen uinals or 260 days, will lead, Calleman believes, to the attainment of “nondual cosmic consciousness” across the Earth. By the end of this Universal Underworld, humanity will have crossed the threshold of the abyss, confronting the shadow projections of the Apocalypse, to become conscious creators of reality.
Each step on the pyramid “corresponds to a certain frequency of consciousness,” in which evolution operates twenty times faster than the previous phase. According to Calleman’s thesis, “In the Galactic Underworld, as much change must happen in a tun (360 days) as happened in a katun (19.7 years) during the Planetary Underworld, or in a baktun (394 years) of the National Underworld.” Perhaps for this reason, the twenty-year “Generation Gap” of the previous era no longer seems applicable to our situation, which requires increasing flexibility and adaptability to navigate. Institutional structures formed over the last 250 years of the Planetary Underworld, from the nuclear family to the nation-state, seem to be losing their stability as we go deeper into the Galactic Underworld. At the same time, scientific breakthroughs proliferate, as we receive increasingly accurate data about the universe in which we are embedded. Calleman believes that understanding the spiral dynamics of evolution expressed through the Mayan calendar is, in itself, an aspect of the Divine Plan: “Taking responsibility as a cocreator with God presupposes a basic understanding of how creation works.”
Confusingly, Calleman’s interpretation of the Mayan calendar puts the crescendo of all human history back a year – even more breathtakingly close to our dangerously fragmented present tense. According to his thesis, based on his own interpretation of the sacred calendar’s energetic shifts, global humanity will attain nondualistic enlightened consciousness by the end of October 2011, “It will simply not be possible not to be enlightened after October 28, 2011,” he confidently asserts, “or at least from a certain time afterward when the new reality has definitely manifested.” The final year of the calendar will be used, he conjectures, for celebrating and adjusting to our new circumstances of unlimited bliss and creative freedom…
According to Calleman’s study of the Mayan knowledge system, within each of the nine underworlds, there are cyclical pulsations of light and dark energies, which he calls “Days” and “Nights,” Whether 16 billion years or 260 days long, each underworld contains a pattern of seven days and six nights, a partition into thirteen stages, each stage represented by a different Mayan deity. With its Seven Days of Creation, Calleman’s reading of the Mayan calendar neatly enfolds the Judeo-Christian creation myth presented in Genesis. He argues that the energy shifts that manifest within each cycle become predictable, once the entire pattern is understood. According to Calleman, the crucial forward step in the evolution of consciousness takes place during the “Fifth Day” of each underworld, ruled by the energy of Quetzalcoatl. The previous form of consciousness asserts itself through final acts of destruction during the Fifth Night that follows, ruled by the energy of Tezcatlipoca. The 256-year cycle of thirteen katuns that began with the Industrial Revolution [the Planetary Underworld] reached its darkest point during the Fifth Night of 1932 to 1952, the period of Nazism, the Second World War, the Holocaust, and the dropping of atomic bombs on Japanese cities (in the 5,125-year National Cycle that preceded it, the Fifth Night, AD 434 to 829, corresponded to the collapse of the Roman Empire). The cycle of thirteen tuns that began in November 1999 will, likewise, reach its midnight hour, its involutionary crescendo, during the year 2008. Interestingly, various studies on the imminent peak oil crisis point to 2008 as the year when resources of energy, food, and water will become critically stressed.
Calleman proposes that this period could see a global financial and ecological collapse, accompanied by nightmarish misuses of power on the part of the ruling elite. “In Night Five, ruled by Tezcatlipoca, the lord of darkness…we will see the last desperate and at the same time most forceful, attempt to secure control by the forces seeking to maintain dominance.” Such an interregnum could also provide the opportunity to circulate a new vision of what this world could be, and disseminate the tools and principles to implement it."

-Daniel Pinchbeck
2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl

do as you will with this information. as i see it, dualism must be dead, and the duopoly will no longer be sustainable. in this regard, no politician can possibly symbolize hope, so long as politics and nationalism retain their courses and intentions.


when september 11th happened, i ran to radiohead's amnesiac. walking to school, i listened on a discman and felt the pulse of the world's destruction that breeds its recreation just as a forest fire begets a healthier forest. i believe this instance to have been one of the more profound experiences i have had with music....

if you haven't heard the of montreal song that the title of this post is referring to, scroll to the bottom of this post. i'll add the lyrics also, because i'm that nice... i shall first begin with an interview with the journalist naomi wolf (and above the of montreal video is a video for the song 'naomi' by of montreal's former elephant 6 fellow jeff mangum, of neutral milk hotel. this is perhaps out of line as naomi wolf writes some feminist theory, though the song isn't supposed to be about her). watch and learn about america/fascism. the information contained therein is throttling and upsetting, especially for proponents of freedom and democracy who believe in elections, like the one that the united states is about to stage.

the contents of this interview are all the more vivid for me, as last night i screened el topo for the first time, alejandro jodorowsky's 1970 masterpiece. i read a piece that he wrote recently in last month's 'arthur magazine' which you may download as a pdf <"http://www.arthurmag.com/magpie/?p=2969" target="_blank">here (the article is on page 14 of the pdf). el topo displays the beginnings of christianity a bit absurdly, as a psychedelic series of shamanic gunfights. the end of the film displays the illuminati insignia currently found on the back of dollar bills everywhere. this society is destroyed in the film's apocalypse by god the gunfighter himself, as it has corrupted itself through enslavement, debauchery and secrecy. it is not clear to me whether jodorowsky is speaking of america or capitalism as a concept, as many societies are complicit in the slave trade, but he is deriding it regardless. here are a few clips from that film.





rent el topo. do it now. you will thank yourself later. now, to the promised contemporary culture:




forecast fascist future lyrics:

The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament’s portrait of ’A Drowning in Styx’
That gives impotents kicks

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean would it make a difference?
Look metal flower petal tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the Myopic Mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn’t fit
For away from all the violence safely flying in our own orbit

Why do I always have to tell you ”forget about the prescient signs!”?
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love
may we grow so gentle never go mental
may we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle

May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

What was my number? What was my number? I don’t care!
No no no no no

so, i've been listening to this constantly. alice has a way of explaining that is subtle, but beautiful and impactful like slow motion footage of a building collapse. Turiya and Ramakrishna is my favorite, i was able to rankle this album off of ebay for an amazing $6, and it's now one of my best friends. especially underneath the tranquil yet constant freeway noise of my nook in echo park, and the radio headlines pertaining to the fall of the bankosphere (and western capitalism?). i overheard bush today refer to 'democratic capitalism' as 'the best system ever devised'.


so, my bank just collapsed.

i don't really know what that means, as my assetts are under $100,000, and they're FDIC insured. regardless, the money needs to come out and go somewhere else. i've been saturating myself with reports of this collapse, and it seems so preventable.. our greed got the best of us, and stock trading became more dada than dada. trading the idea of money that doesn't exactly exist is pretty stupendous stuff, but the house of cards does not stand for long.. it's all marcel duchamp's fault!



in all of the economic doom gloom talk, i see parallels in various prophecies, from mayan to hopi to nostradamus, 2008 has been cataclysmic and all signs have seemed to point to that from, well, hundreds to thousands of years ago. i even found in another spot on the internet that sarah palin's name in hebrew added up to 666. i was reminded by alan watts that there have been scathes of anti-christs and that she may just be the most recent, but her sudden stature is disgraceful. for someone to regard one's self as a christian and hold ideas so dissimilar with the christ is appalling. america has laid out its stereotype on the ground and is sticking to it. intense, misguided, hero-fools with a pre-disposition towards random bursts of violence (at a distance, of course).



in seeking alternatives to this deluge of lies, i have also been seeking podcasts (as i'm working non-stop..) from more uplifting/intelligent sources. as you may know, 'electropeasant', or rather 'electropeasantry' is a term coined by william irwin-thompson, an american whom should be greatly respected throughout our culture but is predominately unknown. here he is, speaking somewhere. wit in this talk (i believe it was this one) declared that religion existed between the sumerians and 1945, and that when any structure is on it's way out, it gets especially violent and forceful, see any reference to what religious fundamentalists want to do to the world.



that leaves me with alice coltrane and the sound of the freeway, solace in these sodden times.