Showing posts with label Philip Toshio Sudo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philip Toshio Sudo. Show all posts

Monday, April 28, 2008

Me and My Guitar (James Taylor)

Crazy busy weekend, most of it music-related (shows and house concerts and folk club picnics, oh my!) - seemed like a good time to share the following article I've been saving... :-)

A Journey Shaped by a Guitar
The New York Times
By PETER GERSTENZANG
Published: February 22, 2008

EVEN though Nazareth, Pa., isn’t quite the holy city its namesake is, pilgrims with a musical bent still go there every weekday in search of a potentially spiritual experience. They head to a quaint brick building, lured by the promise of taking a tour at the C. F. Martin & Company guitar factory.

More than 200 guitars are made at Martin each day, many more than when the company first opened in
New York City in 1833 (it moved to Nazareth in 1839). But for any guitar player or music lover, getting to see the basic stages in the creation of a Martin moves them powerfully, putting some in touch with emotions they might have thought too inaccessible to be reached.

Martins are arguably the most coveted acoustic guitar on earth — satisfied customers include
Bob Dylan, Neil Young and Freedy Johnston — and wherever pickers and grinners gather to resurrect time-honored chestnuts, from “Helpless” to “Sugarfoot Rag,” there’s a good chance that there will be a Martin chiming in. A trip to the factory could almost be considered a journey to the Lourdes of twang.

The rest of the article can be found
here...

SONG:
Me and My Guitar by James Taylor

BOOK: Zen Guitar by Philip Toshio Sudo

POEM: The Guitar by Federico GarcĂ­a Lorca (translated by Cola Franzen)

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.

QUOTE: "Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel." ~ Buffy Sainte-Marie

Friday, September 14, 2007

Am I Too Blue? (Lucinda Williams)


Okay... well... I need all the healing energy the universe can send in my direction - long story short... my computer has bluescreened (flatlined?). Long story long... I got home from work yesterday, logged on and was given the message my virtual memory was low (no jokes, please) - I closed out of all programs, ran a Clean Sweep through Norton and set it to defragment the disc while I was at a meeting - when I got home, the defragmentation was complete and I decided to reboot, figuring that would help clear the system...

The computer tried to restart, but kept defaulting to the above-mentioned blue screen, with a big-*ss STOP and then a lengthy error message - I did attempt to F8 each time to get myself into safe mode... but it wouldn't let me. After three tries last night, I turned it off and went to bed, hoping all would be well in the morning - an 8:00 a.m. log-on had the same azure/cerulean/denim/indigo/midnight/navy/periwinkle/royal/sky results...

I called my tech guy, who is coming over first thing tomorrow - in the meantime, I'm holding the vision/thinking positive/invoking the law of attraction/sending skyward thoughts/burning all the purple candles I can muster that the situation is resolvable...

I'm also realistic enough to know "it is what it is" and am resigned to the fact I'll have to be okay with zero retrieval of data, despite the fact so much of my life (family/friends/concert series/folk club/festival/church/etc.) is documented and organized on my hard drive - just typing that threatens to turn my breathing to hyperventilation...

I did a bit of googling and came up with the Blue Screen of Death (BSOD) - that doesn't sound good, does it? (rhetorical f*cking question)...




Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
-- David Dixon

Everything is gone;
Your life's work has been destroyed.
Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?
-- David Carlson

I'm sorry, there's -- um --
insufficient -- what's-it-called?
The term eludes me ...
-- Owen Mathews

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
-- Peter Rothman

Seeing my great fault
Through darkening blue windows
I begin again
-- Chris Walsh

The code was willing,
It considered your request,
But the chips were weak.
-- Barry L. Brumitt

Printer not ready.
Could be a fatal error.
Have a pen handy?
-- Pat Davis

A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
-- David J. Liszewski

Errors have occurred.
We won't tell you where or why.
Lazy programmers.
-- Charlie Gibbs

Server's poor response
Not quick enough for browser.
Timed out, plum blossom.
-- Rik Jespersen

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
-- Suzie Wagner

Login incorrect.
Only perfect spellers may
enter this system.
-- Jason Axley

This site has been moved.
We'd tell you where, but then we'd
have to delete you.
-- Charles Matthews

wind catches lily
scatt'ring petals to the wind:
segmentation fault
-- Nick Sweeney

ABORTED effort:
Close all that you have.
You ask way too much.
-- Mike Hagler

First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.
-- Simon Firth

With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
-- Howard Korder

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
-- Bill Torcaso

The Web site you seek
cannot be located but
endless others exist
-- Joy Rothke

Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
-- David Ansel

A crash reduces
your expensive computer
to a simple stone.
-- James Lopez

There is a chasm
of carbon and silicon
the software can't bridge
-- Rahul Sonnad

Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that
-- Margaret Segall

To have no errors
Would be life without meaning
No struggle, no joy
-- Brian M. Porter

You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
-- Cass Whittington

No keyboard present
Hit F1 to continue
Zen engineering?
-- Jim Griffith

Hal, open the file
Hal, open the damn file, Hal
open the, please Hal
-- Jennifer Jo Lane

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
-- Francis Heaney

Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
-- Judy Birmingham

The ten thousand things
How long do any persist?
Netscape, too, has gone.
-- Jason Willoughby

Rather than a beep
Or a rude error message,
These words: "File not found."
-- Len Dvorkin

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
-- Ian Hughes

QUOTE: "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." ~ Robert Frost