Zee Arc Tune’z
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The Past Present and Future
The Past is History...The Future is a Mystery ~
This Moment is a Gift that's why it's called the Present...
They say everything happens for a reason. Cause and effect is in full season… lately.
Let go let God as my best friend Tim would often say as the pages of my life unfold. Somehow I’ve always taken the path less traveled, only to find sooner or later there would be a whole flock tagging along. To this day I can walk into any venue and find it empty only to have a huge crowd suddenly starts piling in. I always think wow it’s a good thing I got here first as I slowly would blend in and fade away. I really liked the Sub pop version of in Bloom that I had up earlier but it stopped playing. Ironic oh well… life goes on.
I’ve been in my little one room studio recording new tracks most of my free time lately which is very little since I work 8 hours a day. I try and place a few tracks and complete a few edits in the mornings before I go to face the lions of free enterprise. The world is so tightly wound and then released like stretching a rubber band. You can see it all snap here and there and listen to the dilemmas and all the drama unfold at your local watering hole. Rising above it all and not falling victim to it has always been the most precarious balancing act. In the end all you have is yourself and the true one’s that have gathered near your bedside as the local priest arrives and anoints your head and sends you packing into the next. When you come to grips with the present mortality and the concepts of eternity you will understand this little ramble. I myself had to cut many apron strings and face my demons at a very early age so clinging to this world has never been an issue as the mystery of it all was granted to me and the knowledge of all truth was placed deep within my essence. My faith in understanding it always presented dilemmas in others though as I was a bit shunned by those seeking answers and then the stark truth laid plainly upon the table often caused concern in those seeking council from me. So I have often held my hand close to my chest and played the bluff. I suppose everyone has to cunningly play their own hands dealt in life to survive until the devil tries to come take his due. Ha ha… bet your feeling a bit confused… Its ok you can fold!
Anyhow moving right along…
I mentioned earlier...
As we made our way to
While searching for a new place to live, before we moved into the duplex in Stahl; we all went to visit a man who was to help us assimilate further into German culture within military life. Of course I was just along for the ride and not really understanding it all until after things unfolded and I later would gauge the happenings of the day. I was on a need to know basis and in those days you were always kept a bit in the dark by your parents and most things you didn’t need to know. The lines of authority were firmly established and in my household you didn’t cross the line or serious consequence would transpire across your posterior in rapid deployment and execution. No questions and no apology. Today kids seem to be even more inquisitive and much more demanding and push the envelope much harder in quite a cunning manner. I was never that smart, so later when I rebelled against the established status quo it was pure revelry without vision or recourse in my actions or a complete understanding to the consequence as a result. So I wound up suffering most of my life as some sort of strange prodigal son.
Sorry got off track… So we arrived in this German apartment building with all the design and décor of the time blending the past and the future. Within the complex, each flat had tiny court yards with neatly trimmed bushes and hanging plants along the completely smooth; wide concrete pathways, guided by rustic wrought iron gates painted flat black sturdy and yet intricate and delicate in Nordic concepts; well oiled that opened and closed with a silent glide. They had Fancy modern speaker intercoms and massive wooden doors blonde in color with very sleek mod looking door handles of brushed looking brass. We arrived after winding all about the quaint maze and my father pressed the button to the very unique looking intercom firmly planted into the wall of concrete trimmed by thick frosted glass etched with floral looking patterns in the corners next to the giant blonde double doors. The door popped open and inside was a sharp looking foray with a rather large walk in closet to the side filled with coats and rubber boots. The entry room had a fancy love couch and a modern painting of surrealistic art placed above it upon the bright pure white wall. The room was illuminated by natural light that filtered in through the glass in the walls. It was quite an impressive entrance and for a boy of my age to be consumed by the architecture and design of the place it had to be, and you’ll just have to take my word for it. We were suddenly greeted by a middle aged man in jeans and sox young looking and chiseled in stature. The best I can come to describing him would be a slightly leaner looking
We did assimilate quite nicely into German culture off the Air Force base and my love for music grew as I played our little suitcase phonograph player with 45 records I acquired through time from
I would reminisce of my Aunt Sheila dancing in her Go Go boots in my Grand Mothers living room back in Texas as we listened to Nancy Sinatra and Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, and other rock hit singles together and how I would marry her when we came back from Germany.
The urge for music would come and go as I was influenced by all my surroundings and interests in science and nature as well. The world at that moment in time belonged just to me and I tried to stay in tune with it all.
"When the day is done and one has the courage to look back at the life that has transpired and if one doesn’t turn into a pillar of salt then one knows that the karma created is worth its weight in gold. Nothing lasts forever in this realm; but the soul its self. The soul is made of Spirit and the Spirit is made of Love and Wisdom. Love is the total sum of all virtue; wisdom is comprised of knowing the definition of Love." ...Michael
Current Update :
Recently was able to make contact and re~uknight with my Daughter Arielle. words can not express the joy of her return into my Life.
Again I thank Wendy for always thinking of me and prompting me to step couragously into the unknown with her positive and uplifting influence in my life.
So... for the moment it's back to the recording lab
Much Love Michael aka ZeeArcTune