Monday, August 25, 2008

And I Feel Fine...The Dave Matthews Band: “Bartender” (In Memory of LeRoi Moore)

The Dave Matthews Band: “Bartender” (In Memory of LeRoi Moore)
By Anthony Kuzminski I’ve been surrounded by death my entire life. My mother lost her father when she was 5, and had one sibling die one in their 40’s and another in their 50’s. Those are just the immediate family. My father’s side has experienced immense loss as well. As long as I can remember, the concept of death has been prevalent in my life probably in the same way football penetrates everyone in the city of Green Bay from birth. From a very young age, it became clear to me that life wasn’t something to take lightly. It’s probably why whenever I hear about anyone who has died, it has an impact on me regardless of whether or not I knew them or not. I think about the lives they had led and those who were close to them and somehow how these people’s lives will never be quite the same. Earlier this week, LeRoi Moore, saxophone player for the Dave Matthews Band passed at the far too young age of 46 due to complications from an accident he had earlier this summer. It’s a devastating loss not just to his family and friends but to his musical compatriots as well. LeRoi Moore was not just the band’s founder but an integral piece of the band’s core sound. His horn may not be as flashy as Boyd Tinsley’s violin or as thunderous as Carter Beauford’s drums, but he his horns were the soul that colored the vast landscapes of this band’s best material.

Back in the fall of 1994, I bought the Dave Matthews Band major label debut, Under The Table and Daydreaming and enjoyed it…but it fell off my radar shortly thereafter, as I found the album to be a solid affair but ultimately one that didn’t hold my interest. A few months later I began looking for it and realized my sister had hijacked the disc. Over the next seven years, I watched my sister become a die-hard DMB fan; she bought every release, caught them in concert and even traveled to see them. They were the band that defined her high school and college years. Me on the other hand, I found myself completely neutral from what they were doing. I had immense respect for their craft and their generosity to their fans, but ultimately, the music didn’t speak to me…until I saw them live.
Early in the 2002, I grabbed a pair of prime seats to see an indoors show by the Dave Matthews Band wanting to see if I was really missing out on anything. On a chilly April night right outside of Chicago I had the revelation my sister experienced so many years before. The concert was epic, focused and downright spiritual. After eight-years of shrugging my shoulders, this multi-dimensional band truly revealed themselves to me. The band and the 18,000 fans in attendance on this particular evening (April 26, 2002 in Rosemont) was a magical marriage where both were on equal footing. The band performed two shows and I caught the one without the hits, yet it still managed to blow my mind. I’m glad I missed the hits, because it was the deep album cuts that exposed the duality of this colossal band, particularly on one earth-shattering and larger-than-life song “Bartender”. Written in 2000 as Matthews experiencing a loss of faith and crisis, yet through his pain something weighty came to light as this ambitious ten-minute song proves. The enlightening and visceral song was a watershed moment for Matthews and the band. It’s one of those epic songs may not get radio airplay but fans warp themselves up in its lyrics and music. I can’t think of any song in their vast catalog that defines who this band is better. What left me in awe the first time I saw it live was the staggering display of heart, soul and virtuosity with which the band performed this song. Now, at this time Busted Stuff was three-months away from being released, but it didn’t stop the crowd from making their most fervent and rapturous roars of the evening.

After all these years, I finally understood why legions of college kids found this band religious. It still stands as one of the defining concert moments of my life. Performances like the one of “Bartender” are otherworldly; the moment outweighs the money spent on tickets, parking, ticketbastard convenience fees, the smell of certain tobacco, a hangover and all the other drama that surrounds concerts these days even before a single note has been played. The frustration and indignation disappears during that perfect and illustrious moment where 18,000 people are completely in synch with the band as they climax together as one. As "Bartender" reached its climax, the song became something words can’t express as each of the members drifted into another realm. Matthew’s growling vocal, the searing violin of Boyd Tinsley, the pounding backbeat and drums supplied by Carter Beauford and Stefan Lessard and most importantly LeRoi Moore’s fist in the air pumping horns become something grand and blockbuster when conjoined in musical unison. The searing instrumental at the end of the song provide the spiritual rebirth that the narrator of "Bartender" is searching for.

What makes the Dave Matthews Band so distinctive was its ability for each of the members to never overshadow anyone else. They are a unit whose sound is can only be defined by teamwork, one for all and all for one. LeRoi Moore may have been the most unassuming member of the band but at its core he was the soul of the Dave Matthews Band. He was not just the band’s founder but the musician who provided color to Matthew’s sketches. He bestowed subtle touches with his horns the way a master painter would ever so delicately paint the surroundings. Just like Danny Federici of the E Street Band (who passed in April), Moore was a master of effortless flourishes that were not ostentatious but ultimately integral to the fundamental nature of the song. This is never more prominent than on the studio cut “Bartender” from The Lillywhite Sessions. Surrounded in controversy, these sessions, in my humble opinion, find the band at their creative zenith. Originally recorded throughout 2000 and eventually scrapped, the album was shrouded in mystery especially when the band chose to record and release the much more derivative Everyday in early 2001. Within a year, The Lillywhite Session were posted to the net in pristine quality where they have gone on to have a mythic quality surrounding them. Most of the songs were later re-recorded by the band’s engineer for the 2002 release Busted Stuff which is also a distinguished release, but there’s something miraculous and inexplicable about the Lillywhite recordings. These songs were still new to the band in 2000 and I hear a hunger, novelty and a focus on the overall ongoing musical journey. It was a dark time for Matthews when the band recorded this album, but ultimately it’s their masterpiece as it weaves songs of loss, faith and reflection so effortlessly. It’s grave and somber, yet it’s profoundly authentic and real and that ultimately is why people feel so attached to this album.

“Bartender” is a deep album cut that speaks volumes and you will find something new to love on each and every listen. I was speaking to someone sitting next to me at a Dave Matthews show a few years back and this young girl told me about a loss of faith she had during her college years due to internal family drama and how when she heard “Bartender” she told me it opened up her mind, her world and eventually to a reconciliation of sorts with her family. I didn’t even know this girl and I never caught her name, but this broken soul did what every artist dreams of. She took a piece of their art, digested it, took a good long hard look in the mirror and she realized she was drinking her problems away. She knew she had to confront her past, own up to it and come to terms with who her family was “if I am ever going to be a functioning human ever again” as she said with a intense face. That night the band played “Bartender” and as I watched her twist and turn her body I saw a gleaming smile bare itself as tears streamed down her face. This was a simultaneously intoxicating and liberating experience for her soul and one I’ll never forget for as long as I live.

Now, what makes “Bartender” so epic on The Lillywhite Sessions is the song passes the 10-minute mark, the band’s longest studio recording (even if it is unofficial) and in my mind, their preeminent. There is a renewal and a silver lining in the cloud in his solo which gorgeously partners with Matthews meditative and evocative lyrics. This is Matthews defining moment as a songwriter and the band’s tour de force performance on record. The song goes from being grand to immense in the last 4-minutes and it’s mostly because of Moore’s rumbling horns which are an essential character unto themselves. On Busted Stuff Moore’s horns are more buried in the mix (as they originally probably had been intended), but on the Lillywhite Sessions they make the song more imposing as his horns compliment the weighty lyrics. While there are not huge difference in the beginning of the song between the Lillywhite and Busted Stuff recordings, the The Lillywhite Sessions feature LeRoi Moore’s career defining performance. The last 4-minutes of this 10-minute epic find Moore adding sonic and delicate touches of his horns that build up the song into a larger than life presence. On Busted Stuff he ends the song and album with a delicate flute solo but on The Lillywhite Sessions Moore’s horns bring an ominous almost God-like presence to the song that teeters between the spiritual and the nether worlds. Moore provides the rhythm (ba-ba-ba-ba-dah-dah-dah!) while a separate but stunningly penetrating solo is sprinkled and layered on top. There’s a battle between God and Lucifer and as the heavens thunder rapturously; Moore’s layered horns provide us with the darkness…and more importantly, the light.

LeRoi Moore was a man who realized his dream and while his passing is devastating, we need to celebrate how he lived his life and the art he has left behind for future generations to enjoy and commemorate. I will miss him and the Dave Matthews Band will never be the same, but whenever I hear the finale of “Bartender” I’ll smile and remember his soulful presence and that’s all we can do.

Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.

Eddie Vedder Chicago Solo Shows Recap with Set Lists (8/21 and 8/22)

It looks like the final night of Eddie Vedder’s solo tour in Chicago was smoking. John Cusack, Chris Chelios and Sean Penn were all in the house. The first night was full of bold expositions and musical dimensions few people can pull off in a one-man show, but Vedder did it with ease.

I was unable to attend the second night and after seeing the set list, I’m mad I didn’t but you can’t be everywhere at once. All in all let’s hope these shows were recorded and that Vedder releases an official live album of this tour as it is incredibly deserving of one.

Eddie Vedder
August 21, 2008 The Auditorium Theatre, Chicago, IL
Ed solo tour- opening: Liam Finn

Set List: Walking the Cow, Trouble (Cat Stevens cover),Ship Song (Nick Cave cover),I Am Mine, Hurt (Nine Inch Nails cover), Sometimes, Man of the Hour, No More, Setting Forth, No Ceiling, Guaranteed, Far Behind, Rise Up, Here’s to the State of Mississippi, Goodbye, Driftin’, Hide Your Love Away (Beatles cover), Better Man (Lullaby version), Porch

1st Encore: Elderly Woman, Someday We‘ll Go All the Way (Cubs Song), Helpless (Neil Young cover- w/EJB), Society (w/ Liam Finn), Parting Ways (w/ Liam Finn), Arc

2nd Encore: Hard Sun (w/ Liam Finn)


Eddie Vedder
August 22, 2008 The Auditorium Theatre, Chicago, IL
Ed solo tour- opening: Liam Finn

Setlist:
Sometimes, Trouble, Girl From The North Country, I Am Mine, Dead Man, Brain Damage / Masters Of War, Setting Forth, Guaranteed, No Ceiling, Far Behind, Rise, Soon Forget, I'm One, Drifting, Hide Your Love Away, Small Town, Can't Explain, Porch

1st Encore: Growing Up, Blackbird, Throw Your Arms Around Me, Society, Someday We'll Go All The Way (Cubs Song), Wishlist, Lukin, Let My Love Open The Door, Arc

2nd Encore: Hard Sun

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Introducing...CLOSER TO THE BONE (Springsteen content)

Want your music commentary with a bite? Check out the new blog, Closer To The Bone. On it you will find some of the best damn music writing out there. I'm not just talking about the net either, it ranks up there with the best journals, newspapers and magazines out there.

Go here and bookmark it now!

I highly recommend his thoughts on Springsteen's Giants Stadium show which can be found here.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Eddie Vedder Mini-Chicago Show Review (8-21-08, Auditorium Theater)

Out the door to St. Louis shortly and I don't have time to do an in depth review of the Eddie Vedder show from Thursday night (before I got super sick), but getting to the show Thursday night sucked. Getting tickets flat out sucked...and when I got to the place, my seats really sucked (Gallery) I’ve had tickets in an arena balcony that have been better than these. Then to make matters worse Liam Finn for lack of a better word sucked. I was mad because I missed the first 10-minutes of his performance despite leaving my house at 6pm (door to door it is only 13 miles from my house). I eventually realized that if I had seen the last 10 minutes only it would have been better. He just wasn't that engaging...and I liked what I had heard of him before on record, I just feel he would be better with a band behind him.

I was ready to have a sucky evening, but Eddie flat out hit it out of the park. He joked a lot and even pointed to my section and said he knows they are the worse seats in the world because he saw his first concert at this place and he went up there earlier today. This humor alone won me over.

Highlights included the high emotive "No More" where he pulled out the Iraq Veteran to come on stage with him who co-wrote the song. He pulled out the Cubs anthem "All The Way" to great applause as well.

The jaw on the ground moments of the evening were a completely subdued and reinvented "Better Man" and a shocking cover of "Hurt" Johnny Cash style where Vedder allowed his vocal talent to crawl under your skin. That alone was worth the entire jaunt to the theater.

Liam Finn redeemed himself in the encore as he ever so eloquently pounded the drums with a fierce determination as Eddie wailed on his electric for a moment so fleeting and free; I wanted to experience it all over again. Let's hope the tour birth's an official live album.

More next week...

xT

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Butch Walker-Great Lollapalooza Footage Here

There is some pretty spectacular footage of Butch Walker behind the scenes at Lollapalooza during both of his secret shows. The local CBS affiliate did a pretty good job and there is a 18-minute video located right here.

Check it out.

Monday, August 18, 2008

AC/DC: The $11.88 Blunder

AC/DC: The $11.88 Blunder

By Anthony Kuzminski






Earlier today we got the press release with details on the new AC/DC album, Black Ice and one part of it immediately jumped out at me:

’Black Ice’ will be sold in the U.S. exclusively at Wal-Mart and Sam’s Club retail locations at the special price of $11.88.



$11.88? Seriously? Back when AC/DC made the announcement that the album would be sold exclusively through Wal-Mart, many people criticized them, but I chose not to. I didn’t see the point, because as much as I may hate what Wal-Mart stands for, it makes business sense. Exclusives sell better…plain and simple. Would anyone imagine that Journey would have a Gold record without Steve Perry? They do now and it’s all because of an exclusive deal with Wal-Mart. However, where Journey and the Eagles succeeded, (led by Irving Azoff), AC/DC may fail. You see, what made the Journey and Eagles discs so revolutionary is that you got great bang for your buck. The Eagles disc contained 28-songs for $11.88. The Journey package included 2 CD’s and a live DVD, at that point it was so cheap (less than $4 a disc) that it’s not worth stealing as the blank media you would buy may cost almost as much.



Now, this AC/DC album is unique as that their record label Columbia is bartering this deal in partnership with AC/DC, a first for the major labels. Surprise, surprise, it’s the most expensive exclusive so far and there does not appear to be any added incentives to buying the disc. Why? When I heard about this deal, I was expecting the album to sell somewhere between $6 and $8, as it would be a price point figure where Wal-Mart would potentially lose money on it, but use it as a draw to lure people into their stores. The price point of $11.88 is basically asking people to download the album illegally. A number of years ago I basically stopped buying discs that were more than $10 unless there was bonus feature (concert DVD, bonus disc, etc.) attached to it. I found it down the line used and I still stand by that stance today. One thing the music industry has continued to not grasp hold of is that people want to buy music, but only if it’s priced reasonably. In a day and age where I can open the Sunday circulars and see recent DVD’s priced as low as $3.99 and in the same ad, classic album’s from AC/DC, Metallica and Led Zeppelin are selling for $11.99, you see why DVD’s have thrived in the last decade and CD sales have dwindled. It’s no wonder this industry is failing, these CD’s could be bought for $11.99 back in 1989. While the film industry (which has its fair share of problems as well) has smartly continued to reduce the price of their product in hopes it will increase sales, the music industry has done the opposite. You would think that after eight straight years of declining sales, they would start to embrace a cheaper model in hopes of selling more product. Why not make all catalog albums $5? Why isn’t every album download available for $5.99 and less, there’s no cost in packing? As Garth Brooks, the Eagles and Journey have proven, people do not mind paying for their music, but it has to have value. This AC/DC release doesn’t have value. Bryan Adams released his latest disc via Wal-Mart for $10 with no added features and well, you haven’t seen any articles about the sales of that disc have you? What makes the Journey disc fascinating is that this is a band viewed as a “has-been” by most people and their newest disc has scanned nearly 500,000 copies. They offered great bang for the buck!



The industry is being spun on their head and it’s one thing to not want to sign up with iTunes (as Kid Rock is proving that you don’t need to be on it to have a album that sells well), however, you have to throw your fans a bone, which AC/DC isn’t doing here. What it will boil down to is that Black Ice will sell well, but not as well as if it was priced at $6. Which is a shame as any AC/DC is worth hearing and should be in your collection. But with no iTunes release, a $13 price tag (the final price after tax) and no bonus features, they are practically begging people to steal their music and ultimately, far more people will download it illegally than will ever buy it. My question to AC/DC and Columbia is would you rather sell 5-6 million copies priced at $6 or 1-2 million priced at $12? As Radiohead proved last year, making new music is not about how much money can be gained from the sales, but by whether or not people have the music, listen to it and know it.



Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.





Friday, August 15, 2008

I Miss Jerry (In Rememberance of Jerry Garcia)

A good email buddy, Doug Corkhill, posted the piece below to a private email list and I was so moved by it, I asked him if I would post it here on my blog and he agreed. So without further adieu...
xTony


I Miss Jerry

By Doug Corkhill

I am presently suffering from a red wine induced coma, so to speak. This is what I have managed to produce. God (only capitalized because it is the first word of the sentence), I miss Jerry.

I turned on the radio tonight, and the Grateful Dead hour was on. This is a syndicated radio show distributed across the country that plays various Grateful Dead concert excerpts. The first half of tonight's show was from Golden Gate Park in San Francisco on August 13, 1995; the memorial service, as it was, following the death of Jerry Garcia four days earlier.

I miss Jerry; that I cannot deny. Those who are not Deadheads just simply cannot understand and comprehend, and thus the rest of this epistle will probably just not make much sense. But bear with me, if you will.

I became a Deadhead in 1977 by playing one side of a Grateful Dead album that was recommended by the guy behind the counter of the independent record store across the street from the campus where I was going to college. I got it, pure and simple. A year later I saw the Dead for the first time, and saw the Dead 70 or 80 times (I lost count) before Jerry died in 1995.

I was out of town when Jerry died. I was at the beach, in one of those wonderfully, idyllic vacations where you don't watch TV, don't read the newspaper, have no internet access, and life revolved around the sun going up and down. It was a wonderful week, until a friend came to visit that Friday. I can still hear her voice in my head; "Oh Doug, you don't know."

And then she told me Jerry was dead. Jerry had just about died a few years before, when my good friend John and I had tickets to the third decadenal Springfield Creamery benefit in Oregon and the shows were cancelled because Jerry was in a cocaine induced coma. It wasn't like Jerry's death was unexpected, but of course it was. Jerry was dead. For a Deadhead that bears repeating; there were twenty some odd pink "While you were out" notes waiting for me at the office when I returned related to Jerry's death.

That was thirteen years ago. Unlucky thirteen. There have been various and sundry tours since then, several amalgamations of various personnel comporting to be various incantations of the band. For a year or two the surviving (what a droll term) members toured as "The Dead." It was significant that they weren't Grateful, although all they played were Grateful Dead songs.

But there was no replacement for Jerry. Jimmy Herring sat in on a couple of tours, and did a fairly decent job replicating, insinuating, almost duplicating Jerry's finger work and style. Of all the guitarists, and one tour had three onstage at once attempting to replace Jerry, Jimmy was the best.

Jerry had a style unique to any guitarist I have ever heard. And I'm talking about before Jerry discovered the MIDI and played trumpet, trombone and oboe in concert. Jerry's sound was melodious; it was like Luke Skywalker hitting whomp rats in the desert; he could veer back and forth within a groove while all the time keeping his focus dead ahead.

And if you don't understand that, that's okay. The Dead would play these long jams that to the casual observer were an exercise in futility. To Deadheads they were concise readings of musical exquisiosity. Jerry would weave passages in and out of the rhythm with his guitar that we all could follow, with our hands, with our minds, with our souls. To Deadheads reading this I offer as exhibit A: Fire on the Mountain.

Listening to shows of the remnants the last four or five years; Bob Weir and Ratdog, Phil and Friends, there is something missing. Duh. There isn't and perhaps won't ever be another guitarist with the feather light touch that Garcia gave to the guitar. Others emulate, admirably, but they aren't Jerry.

"I know you rider, gonna miss you when I'm gone," goes the song the Dead covered. Like the headlight of a northbound train, I miss you, Jerry, now that you are gone. Safe travels.

~Doug Corkhill 8/14/2008

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The Beatles-‘Love’ as performed by Cirque Du Soleil (Theater Review)

The Beatles-Love as performed by Cirque Du Soleil
By Anthony Kuzminski

Wikipedia defines the word “love” as “a range of human emotions and experiences related to the senses of affection and sexual attraction”. I know that love is far more intricate than this sixteen word definition, but it gives you a strong sense of what this little four-lettered word is capable of. It’s one of the words in the English language that is indescribable and has to be experienced to be believed. The same can be said of the Cirque Du Soleil Vegas spectacular with the not so ironic title of Love; a tour de force theatrical production inspired by the music of the Beatles. Ultimately, Love proves to be not just a jaw dropping affair but something so much more…an overwhelmingly emotional journey through the music of the Beatles that manages to feel autobiographical regardless of your age. With two colossal worlds colliding one would assume the music overshadows the production and vice versa, but I’m pleased to report this miraculous marriage of music and theater is nothing short of astounding.

Love is nearly two-years old, yet I still find many people who are aware of it but don’t quite understand what the performance entails. This is a gargantuan compliment to Cirque Du Soleil as their productions truly leave one speechless and are impossible to define merely by words. With Love they have set a bar so high I’m not sure if anyone can touch it, including themselves. Director Dominic Champagne along with music directors Sir George Martin and (his son) Giles Martin found a common ground to intertwine the music and story with characters and theatrics for a heightened emotional response.
To fully grasp this one-of-a-kind experience, a few facts need to be shared to intensify your awareness. Here’s a brief rundown of some of the remarkable facts about the production:

• The 95-minute show is exclusively at the Mirage in Las Vegas

• Of the 196 master recordings of the Beatles, a total of 130 were culled to create the aural spectacular that is Love

• The theater created for Love is the most technologically advanced theater to ever grace God’s green Earth

• There are 2,013 seats in a 360-degree configuration

• The furthest row from the stage is only 98 feet from the action

• The performance includes 331 multilayered costumes

• Each chair has six speaker for a grand total of 12,000 speakers in the theater

• Over 600 stage and acrobatic props are utilized

• The stage is made up of 7 lifts, 2 sloats, traps and 1 turntable. Each lift is capable of lifting 20,000 lbs.

• There are two huge 2,000-square-foot panoramic screens which are lit up by ten 12,000-lumen projectors

As spectacular as the gravity defying acts of the Cirque troupe were, it was the music that made their auspicious physical maneuvers so distinguishing. What can one say about the Beatles? It’s futile to even try. More books have been written about the Fab Four than any other musical act on the planet. There were times when writing this review I found myself saying, “Why did I choose to do this?” Listening to any Beatles music is a simultaneously exhaustive, revealing, nostalgic and emotional experience. It’s very much like visiting an old friend, but the beauty of their music is that it’s forever timeless and as a result, carries the same emotional weight for multiple generations. My first Beatles albums were the Red (aka 1962-1966) and the Blue (aka (1960-1970) albums. The cassettes within weeks were worn down as I was shocked at how many of these songs appeared to be have pre-programmed into my DNA. Their music is so entrenched into our culture, it’s impossible to not have memories of some kind when hearing it. The music alone makes Love a must-see experience, but it’s so much more. The entire show largely indescribable and must been seen to be believed.

I can not stress enough how staggering the each and every minute of the performance is. From the moment the lights go off, the in-the-round stage hosts a mash-up of remixed Beatles numbers that are remixed in a way that makes it familiar yet completely distinguishable and distinctive from the master recordings. The veiled key characters in the show are directly inspired by individuals mentioned by name in the Beatles’ songs, and each of them had costumes stylized in a comic-book fashion. These interpretations (created by Champagne’s vision) play a decisive part in defining a character, evoking a time or place and establishing mood, atmosphere and the narrative scope of the performance. But make no mistake; the big star of Love is the music.

Opening with an a Capella and moody “Because” Love begins its journey in an area reminiscent of Liverpool in the 1940s. This is merely an intro before the thunderous “Get Back” explodes and assaults the crowd with an array of visuals and dance moves that will leave you wondering if this is as good as it gets…it isn’t, not even close. “Glass Onion” puts you in the emotional thick of the action as it takes us to a time of the four Beatles’ youth in a war torn Liverpool featuring a grim landscape which the band would eventually channel into aggression and life altering music.
The resurrection of a post-war nation is beautifully weighed with “Eleanor Rigby” before leading into the entrancing, “I Am the Walrus”. “I Want To Hold Your Hand/Drive My Car” brought the full force insanity of what we came to know as Beatlemania with Ed Sullivan sound bytes while the acrobatics of the Cirque troupe parallel the new heights the Fab Four were about the reach.

The magical mysteries continue with the angelic “Something”, the macabre circus like atmosphere of “Being For The Benefit of Mr. Kite” and the unhinged “Help!” which featured the mouth gaping acrobatics of four skaters defying gravity against 11-foot ramps. There are beautifying heavenly landscapes on display during “Yesterday”, “Blackbird” and “Strawberry Fields” before segueing into the hallucinogenic trip of “Within You, Without You”. This song provides a moment of audience interaction that is too momentous for me to even hint at or write about. You will just have to take me at my word on this blindly take the plunge to see the show yourself. At its conclusion, my mother in law was out of breath and hysterically uttered “Who needs drugs?” Truer words have never been spoken.

If all of this was not enough, that last act proved to be a stupendous collage of songs and supple theatrics that takes Love to a level unmatched by any other show on the planet. “Octopus’s Garden” presents a surreal voyage as does the sprawling “Lady Madonna” before the meditative tranquility of “Here Comes The Sun” takes over for a new level of spiritual consciousness. An unleashing of sexual energy and revolutionary tactics are dominant in “Come Together” and “Revolution/Back in the U.S.S.R.” while the impression of loneliness and unrequited love is showcased stunningly on “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. “A Day in the Life” takes the audience on a whimsical ride that evokes loss, love, temptation, isolation, desolation and eventually resurrection at the beginning of “Hey Jude” with the consoling and chanting lyrics. The finale channels recent Paul McCartney live experiences with the “Sgt. Pepper (reprise)” finale. It’s a performance that slowly, elegantly and ultimately builds to a blinding and deafening crescendo that provides a jolt of euphoria at the conclusion of “All You Need Is Love”.
The entire 95-minute performance is brimming over with feverish sensations and is an epic magical mystery tour that cleanses the soul and deconstructs the mind. Each and every scene is handled with the utmost tenderness and attention to detail. You’re taken back to a time where hope ruled the day and irony was non-existent. You begin the evening tackling a journey to a time of innocence which slowly builds and becomes one of chaos. Yet through the thick and thin, there is one constant revealed throughout the music John, Paul, George and Ringo created…love. This is the beauty of the Beatles music; it transcends time and place so whether you are 5 or 75 you are connected to the music. No other musical act will ever be able to wear their heart on their sleeves as much and not be chastised.

Cirque Du Soleil’s Love provides an avalanche of childlike emotions through these impressive theatrical and musical interpretations. The Beatles career began and ended with a love song; is there any title more appropriate? Throughout the history of time we will forever encounter heartache, troubled times and circumstances we find hard to come to terms with. Unfortunately, history tends to repeat itself and while there may not be much we can do about it, we can find shelter from the storm through the vessel of the Beatles music proving it is enduring, forever young and that in the end it reminds us that all we truly need is love.
Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.

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In Defense of Bon Jovi and antiMusic...and the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen While We're At It

No-holds-barred, attitude saturated reviews from die-hard fans assessing the merits and shortcomings of new ..rock albums
-Time Magazine on antiMusic.com

I should have known something was up when I opened my Gmail account and it had 40 emails in it with “Bon Jovi” in the subject line. “Did someone die?” was the first thing that came into my head, alas, it was merely about a story that was run on antiMusic about a musician who claims Bon Jovi stole his song and then a follow up news story printed the following day, who also felt that the band had ripped off a different song. Ultimately, at antiMusic we like to cover all music news stories. Let me repeat that…we like to cover all music stories. The Day In Rock is heralded as the best news source on the net for all encompassing music stories everyday and let me tell you, I don’t envy my editor’s job as it’s a daunting task. He does his job so well that an overwhelming majority of the same stories appear on RollingStone.com within 48 hours (of course without credit to antiMusic).

What made this whole scenario so bizarre is that I was receiving hate mail and was even referred to as “Judas” by one person all because a magazine I write for reported about on two stories that were written by other outlets. Yet I received 40+ emails? When the first story was published, my editor posted links to both songs so that the readers (the fans) could make up their own minds. The Sleazeroxx story was posted merely in response to the aforementioned piece and if anyone had read today’s Day In Rock, you would note that my editor went to great lengths to explain the story (which did not originate with antiMusic). For those who did not see it, I will reprint it here:

Finally we offer a overall answer to a few emails we received about yesterday's story "Another Bon Jovi Song Theft Accusation" we will reiterate that the claims were made by a musician who emailed a statement to SleazeRoxx.com. Unlike last week's story about Boston rocker Bart Steele, who claims that Bon Jovi stole his Red Sox tribute song, we did not have access to links to the actual songs where you could compare the compositions and judge for yourself. Also the claims made by the musician in yesterday's report about members of Bon Jovi listening to demos by unsigned bands in order to steal their music was clearly hearsay as he was just passing on a claim that he heard from another person. So take those claims for what they are worth. If we are informed about samples of the original composition being made available online we will pass those on to you so you can hear and make your own judgment about the claims of song theft.

antiMusic did not write either of the aforementioned articles and merely reported a link to where reports and stories had previously been published. The stories originated with Sleazeroxx.com and Boston Magazine, not antiMusic. Ultimately, the story was run in the Day In Rock because it had traction, had been published in Boston Magazine and had even been reported on other online music magazines such as Melodicrock, Bravewords, Blabbermouth and other assorted online magazines. Ultimately, my editor chose to run the article because someone else (Boston Magazine) wrote a three-page article on the subject and that alone gives it traction whether you agree with it or not.

antiMusic is not anti-Bon Jovi, in fact, we report all aspects of all genres of music. There is a reason RollingStone.com likes to steal stories from us, because my editor puts together the most comprehensive music news found anywhere on the net. He gathers stories, posts links to them and ultimately it’s why the site has huge traction and a few million visitors every month. What really amazes me is that if you added up all of the emails I got combined for my reviews of their shows from last summer (link here), Chicago this past February (links here and here) and recently about “Whole Lot of Leavin’” (link here) it would still be less than the hate mail I received today for an article I did not write or have any part of. I don’t have a choice in articles that get posted to the Day In Rock, I leave that up to my editor and well, he’s been doing it for ten-years and it is ultimately his magazine and I respect his decisions to merely report on these stories which once again…were originally published elsewhere. If this story was about Paul McCartney, the Rolling Stones, Miley Cyrus, Justin Timberlake or Johnny Cash, he would have run it. Ultimately, when I asked my editor how he chooses the stories he said “If it is newsworthy we will run with it but if there is a follow up, we almost always post that as well”. Regardless of what you think, everyone out there, whether it is antiMusic, Rolling Stone, Playboy, Fox News or CNN has the right to run stories they deem newsworthy and it is up to you…the reader…to decide the merit of the story.

Now, I would normally not comment my personal feelings on the article in any fashion but the large number of emails I received made me think otherwise. So here’s my two cents on the whole fiasco…

Earlier this year, I was contacted by Bart Steele who wanted me to write an article on his situation. In short, after hearing his song I didn’t feel there was a story to be told. In my humble opinion, there are absolutely no similarities between this song and Bon Jovi’s “I Love This Town”. Once again, this is merely my opinion. I feel that his grudge has more to do with Major League Baseball than Bon Jovi. Just my two cents…

In regards to the second accusation posted on Sleazeroxx, well, I’d love to hear this so-called demo. Now, ultimately the only people who know the truth are Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora and Joel Ellis. I just find it odd that this person waited 20+ years to make this accusation. What I find even more head scratching is the fact that his own record label (Atlantic Records) didn’t sue as the suit would have provided momentum and press for Cats In Boots. On a side note, their Kicked & Klawed album is a lost 80’s treasure. Do yourself a favor and check it out, it can be bought here. At the end of the day, the only people who really know the truth are the parties involved and I’m not about to ponder whether or not it’s true and at this stage in the game, does it really matter? One act never caught a break (unfortunately as I believe they were quite talented) and another has had another 20 years of hits. Ultimately, I don’t like commenting on these stories if for no other reason than I have a backlog of artists, albums and concerts I want to write about that are far more inspiring than this one.

On a side note, musicians often are “inspired” and lift things from other artists and songs. Has anyone listened to the Rolling Stones albums from the 1960’s? They sound very similar to Chuck Berry records. In Bon Jovi’s case, can anyone tell me the different between their 2002 song “Joey” and Elton John’s “Levon”. Jon Bon Jovi has even gone on record saying they “stole” “Never Say Goodbye” from Southside Johnny’s “Hearts of Stone” (for the record, he used the word “stole” with a big giant smile on his face). If you really want to get into heavy influence and lifting of lyrics, why not throw Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen into the mix. The title track of Springsteen’s latest album, Magic in my mind is plagiarized {Lyric Link} from Warren Zevon’s “For My Next Trick I'll Need A Volunteer” {Lyric link}. Back in 2003, the Wall Street Journal posted a story on how Bob Dylan lifted many of the lyrics from his Grammy nominated album Love & Theft from a Japanese author {Source}. So does this make the Wall Street Journal anti-Bob Dylan? Then there’s the case of the Rolling Stones who in my mind have never properly credited Ronnie Wood or Mick Taylor for any of their albums with the latter receiving one writing credit during his five-album stint with the band. What I am trying to say is that the music business is not an easy one and if Dylan and Springsteen are lifting from other sources, subconsciously or not, well…then in my opinion anyone can...subconsciously or not.

The funny thing is when you rip someone off in film, it’s seen as an homage whereas in the music business, they sue you. If Quentin Tarantino were a musician, he’d be broke and out of work as he would most likely never receive the clearance needed to shoot most of his films as virtually every shot of his films is wholly unoriginal. However, his vast and spastic knowledge of film allows him to combine all these different elements into a wholly unique film and experience. It’s a shame that an album like the Beastie Boys Paul’s Boutique will never be made again.

Now whether these items were subconsciously lifted or not I can’t say. In the end, what shocked me was the vehemence the filled my inbox this past week. It’s rather surprising considering I didn’t even receive a fraction of emails for my more positive pieces on this band, that’s disappointing. As previously mentioned, I normally would have sat this whole fiasco out, yet the level of mail I received warranted an explanation.

See you all further on up the road…
(Please don’t sue me Bruce)

John Mellencamp 7/22/08 Live Review Up On the Official John Mellencamp Website


Beep...beep...time to toot my own horn.

My antiMusic review of the Chicago John Mellencamp show is actually up on the official Mellencamp website. I'm told that the stuff that gets posted on the official site has to get a high level of approval, so count me as flattered as they deemed it worthy enough to be on the site.

The original article via antiMusic is here.
The link to Mellencamp's site is here.
The blog write up is here.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Keith Urban: The Golden Gunslinger (Live at Soldier Field Review 6/21/2008)

Keith Urban: The Golden Gunslinger
Soldier Field, Chicago, IL
June 21, 2008
By Anthony Kuzminski
Photo's Courtesy of Cathy Piper
A little over a decade back, the golf world was shaken to its core when a young golfer named Tiger Woods appeared. It wasn’t the fact that he was winning tournaments but the ease with which he appeared to do so that left everyone in astonishment. “How could anyone be this good?” ran through the minds of anyone who laid eyes on him. There’s nothing I love greater than to watch someone who is at the best at their craft in person. Whether it’s hitting a baseball, throwing a football, hitting a golf ball, acting, running, or playing the guitar there’s something mystical about seeing a talent up close that is too good to be true. We look at them as if they hold the key to some hidden secret about life because of their supernatural abilities. We feel there’s something extraordinary about their talents; almost as if God has come down from the heavens and touched their souls for some higher purpose. This is the exact sensation I felt while watching Keith Urban recently conclude his set on the Poets and Pirates tour at Soldier Field in Chicago. After a smoldering set, it was reaching its conclusion, but not before Urban launched into an absolute and marathon version of “Somebody Like You” which melded a fanciful banjo, a sing-a-long chorus, an ever so steady backbeat and last but not least some fierce guitar fireworks by Urban. The musical muscle on this song is epic in concert…but it’s the ever so simple lyrics of wanting to be accepted that provided an intoxicating shock to the crowd; “I don’t want to take this life for granted like I used to do”. The reprise was raucous as it was rippling with the crowd eating out of Urban’s hands. As the song concluded, the stadium roared with approval wanting more. In terms of live performances, this is as good as it gets. Who would have though that this cheeky radio ready pop country number would prove to be as spiritual, epic, draining and flat out intoxicating as “Baba O’Reilly”, “Jumpin’ Jack Flash” or “Jungleland” in concert?. The driving performance was as awe inspiring as a hole-in-one on a golf course and I found myself thinking, “How can anyone be this good?”
Shortly after 7:30 pm with the sun still brightly shining down on the Chicago lakefront, a huge high definition screen lit up and the audience soared to their feet and let out a broad daylight howl usually only reserved for Chicago Bears games. The screen featured a video of a lone troubadour in the distance. As the figure strode forward, almost as if he was about to crush the stadium in Godzilla-like fashion, the roars heightened as Keith Urban with a guitar in hand played the acoustic intro to “Days Go By”. One by one Urban’s band members arrive on stage and with the smack down of Chris McHugh’s sinewy drums the stadium was ignited as fists soared to the air. The zealous rendering of “Days Go By” found Keith Urban grasp hold of the 50,000 in attendance in what was a short, surreal and sweet 75-minute set. The Poets and Pirates tour may be very much Kenny Chesney’s concoction but his unobtrusive attitude allows for other acts to have their moment in the sun, and Urban shined like the brightest star in the sky on this night.
The beginning of the set was a full throttle affair with the swampy sweet “Where The Blacktop Ends” enthralling the crowd which was followed immediately by the stadium made anthem “Who Wouldn’t Wanna Be Me”, the latter was an out of control inferno and even those who weren’t converted yet were awoken from their hibernation. It’s rare to see such a remarkably adept artist sweep a crowd off its feet in broad daylight, this was stadium rock at its finest. Even though Urban’s arena shows feature state of the art stage wizardry, amazingly none of it was missed; not even the intimacy of the arena show because Urban and his band rose to the occasion. Before the solo acoustic performance of the reserved and relaxed “Raining On Sunday”, Urban enlisted the help of the 50,000 in attendance to sing “Happy Birthday” to his wife Nicole Kidman who was in attendance and blushed with great intensity as the Chicago crowd serenaded her. It’s these little moments that make people fall in love with Urban and his music. Even though the three shows I have seen by him are not entirely varied, each had so many unique moments that all three are wholly unique, new and novel in their own captivating way. “I Told You So” was lean and had a vocal reception from the crowd that was rousing while “You’re My Better Half”, a sentimental ditty, proved to be charming in its organic acoustic rendering. What differentiates Urban is he’s a master of arrangements. He knows how to take a great song and weave it to his advantage, without being self indulgent and losing the audience in the process. His intro to “You Look Good In My Shirt” consists of a medley of classic and current guitar riffs that are gut-walloping even before he takes the deep dive into “Shirt” which is booming, liberating and completely etched in your mind by its concluding notes. Urban sang each verse on opposite ends of the stadium stage before the final verse where he descended into the mass of people and continued to perform as he made his way through the crowd and even went up the stairs to the lower level as he was mobbed by adorning fans who hugged, cried and even kissed him. Once again, it’s a simple moment like this that make Urban’s appeal so magnanimous. He’s married to a Hollywood starlet yet he appears to be one of us.
Urban’s credibility comes from his lineage musical upbringing that is vast, wide and varied. There are numerous country influences, but his watershed moment came in 1988 when John Mellencamp visited Australia on the The Lonesome Jubilee tour. Ironically, if Jubilee were released today it would probably be on country radio, but what I love most about Urban is he merely writes songs and records them in their best possible arrangements without trying to be something he’s not. His immense vernacular of music keeps him sharp and diversified allowing for him to be a standout. Instead of following trends, he’s creating them and even when he borrows from others, he reminds us why we fell in love with music in the first place, no easy feat. The fact he doesn’t get trapped within the walls of any specific genre is a triumph in itself.
If one were to dismiss Urban on the basis of a few of his radio hits and good looks, I tell them to listen to two specific songs; “Stupid Boy” and “You’ll Think of Me”. The weighty “Stupid Boy” is a complex and picturesque world weary ballad with an unexpected raw intimacy. You don’t feel as if you’re listening to a song but you yourself are in the middle of the hurricane. The pained crescendo of the latter half is accompanied by a weeping vocal delivery that is more than just a proficient performance; it cuts like a knife through your soul. The incandescent “You’ll Think of Me” is a song that had a very slow evolution for me. It now crawls under my skin and haunts me every time I hear it. We’ve all had those relationships that end in devastation and even though our mind tells us it’s all going to be OK, our heart tells us something else. “You’ll Think of Me” is the ultimate sign off and urges you to move forward. This song has as much soul as Peter Gabriel’s “Don’t Give Up” or the Beatles “Let It Be”. It wallops not just your mind, but your heart as well reminding you that life indeed can go on and ultimately you’re better off without that person. I wish this song was around for my teen years. I recently sent a friend of mine a YouTube clip of this song and I consider this friend to have truly illustrious tastes in music and he doesn’t enjoy country music much at all. The email I got back from him read, “This guy’s good…really good.
Last fall, Keith’s Greatest Hits was released with little fanfare; however, don’t be surprised if this disc takes on mythic and epic proportions in years to come. It’s truly one of those albums that are all killer and no filler. It reminds me of the Eagles or Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Greatest Hits discs where you instantly feel a connection to the extensive catalog in one sitting. Even though I consider myself a writer, I often find myself fumbling words in expressing the power of Urban’s stage presence. As good as his albums are they don’t do him justice. I hope one of these days he decides to release an larger-than-life live disc, along the lines of KISS’ Alive! of Frampton Comes Alive, where the best of Urban’s albums would be represented in a more organic light. If there’s any act on the planet that could pull it off in this day and age, it’s Urban even if it was available exclusively at shows or as a download. There’s a larger than life quality to each of his performances that leave you winded at the end of the show. I want to re-live that experience not just through a DVD, but in my car and iPod as well.
During his performance of “Better Life”, I turned around to see the stadium’s reaction and 50,000 people were on their feet and there was nothing but a sea of teeth, as the smiles on everyone’s faces were impossible to erase. This performance exuded pure unadulterated joy and transported the entire crowd to another world where all felt right. Seeing this many people engaged in broad daylight is no simple feat, but Urban managed it with ease despite him not being the headliner. The few who were unaware of Urban’s staggering stage presence walked away with a vivid visual they won’t soon forget. Keith Urban is not just a pretty face who got to where he is based on luck. If you’ve been seeking out a performer who leaves you mentally and physically exhausted where both band and fan are drained, then look no further, you’ve found someone to love as Urban is one of the five best live acts on the planet at this moment in time. You will find you questioning yourself as you think; “How can anyone be this good?”

Monday, August 11, 2008

Sharon Little: 'Perfect Time For A Breakdown' Album Review

Sharon Little: Perfect Time For A Breakdown Album Review
By Anthony Kuzminski
Imagine having your life long dream dangled in front of your face…but if you accept it, it will essentially be making a deal with the devil. That was the dilemma Sharon Little faced a few years back when she was offered a recording contract from a major label, but the person offering didn’t care that she had a seductive, soothing and sultry voice that harkens the heavens to open; all he saw was an eye-catching female and wanted to concoct a pop starlet high on style and low on substance. Fortunately Sharon Little walked away from the deal knowing that if she accepted it, she would have betrayed herself in the process. It’s a good thing she did, as she is currently the support act on the Robert Plant and Alison Krauss tour playing to sold-out crowds all across the United States who by the end of her set aren’t just receptive, but on their feet roaring with approval. It’s almost impossible to believe that Sharon Little began 2008 waiting tables without a record contract.
Over the course of eleven scrupulously organic songs Sharon Little channels the blues, pop, country, soul, rock n’ roll and every other musical landscape imaginable with raw gusto and a storming vocals on her CBS debut Perfect Time For A Breakdown. To stick a musical style on her would be limiting. I wouldn’t dare compare her to anyone because even though she’s influenced by dozens of people, her voice is wholly unique. Her vocals are as impressive as a virtuosic soloist; one moment they’re a subtle slice of home-grown bliss and the next they’re delivering a piercing and fierce vocal howl. The beauty of these two extremes is they both send shivers down your spine. Most importantly, she has the songs to support the voice.Right from the opening six words, “I can hear a telephone ringing”, Little’s sly and swaggering vocal delivery makes you stand up and immediately take notice. The lead-off track, “Follow That Sound” builds until her smoky-sweet voice singes your ear drums with a performance that is sexual and searing simultaneously. She evokes sex with her voice better than any stripper on a pole and with keeping her clothes on; that’s what I call talent. The rest of the album is a sedate yet transfixing listening experience as I felt as if I was being seduced by a beautiful woman from across the room. Each of the songs has a crafty blend of melancholy longing and wistfulness that are laced with sunny melodies. “Accidently” aims for timeliness with its lovely chorus, while the frolicking “Spaceship” dazzles with its golden harmonies and abundance of hooks. “Set You Free” is a warm vintage world-weary ballad where her vocal embellishes the esteemed lyrics and provides a truly haunting atmosphere. “Try” is a memorable ringer that once again is a showcase for the multi-styling of Little’s blues-drenched voice that belts out her soul-searching lyrics with seductive finesse. “Ooh Wee” is winking as it is giggly with its tongue twisting chorus that is nothing short of alluring. “What Gets In The Way” is earnest, ambitious and is nothing short of transcendent with its bluesy back beat. Behind all of this talent is not just a pretty face, but a soul who is singing from experience. She doesn’t just sing well, she makes you believe every word. This is something no one can be taught and can only come from looking inward and throwing your life experiences into the song. Little began writing songs at the age of sixteen as a way to deal with the unexpected death of one of her friends and it shows. There’s an emotive depth to these songs not found on most records today. She lives these songs. The years of struggle and heartache have served her well as she isn’t just a new pop princess or a flash in the pan, but an artist…and one you should keep your eye on…very closely.

Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.



Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Can We Be Sure?

A few days ago I got onto the bus and sat down. On the seat next to me was a small pamphlet with the back cover facing upwards. It didn’t take me long to realize it was a religious tract. I flipped it over and alas, it was. The title of this particular one was “Can We Be Sure?” and its cover had numerous arrows pointing upwards and downwards. It became quite evident that the topic within was the afterlife.

The first sentence (no pun intended) that greeted me was “Can we be sure we’ll spend eternity in heaven?” This is immediately followed by: “Many people say you can’t be sure. Are they right? Does spending eternity in heaven or hell have to remain uncertain until it’s too late?”

The middle part of the booklet is made up of the story of Queen Victoria of England, and how she wanted to be sure of where she would be in the afterlife. She made an inquiry to the chaplain at a cathedral, but he didn’t know how to be sure. Upon hearing of her question, an evangelist of the time sent the Queen a letter, humbly asking her read John 3:16 and Romans 10: 9-10.

Most people with a passing knowledge of the Bible know the first verse, and the second one is similar. A fundamentalist interpretation of these verses suggests that in order to be assured of a place in a literal Heaven in the afterlife, one must believe that Jesus Christ’s death served as payment for our sins and that he rose from the dead.

The pamphlet notes, by the way, that the Queen wrote him back and said that she did read the verses and that she was now sure. It also states that “the way of salvation is the same for a queen or a common citizen.”

Hmm, where to begin? The rest of this particular piece will not exist in order to rebut the idea of a literal Hell, mostly because I have written about this in other pieces, and partially because I don’t particularly like the word “rebut,” as if we were talking about plastic surgery on one’s posterior. But briefly, I’ll state again that when I think about the words Heaven and Hell, I think about things that we experience in this life, external things that happen to us, or internal peace or unrest.

Instead of discussing Heaven and Hell, I return to the beginning, as that’s a very good place to start. The question was asked, “Can we be sure we’ll spend eternity in heaven?” My first question is: “Does it matter that much to you? Do you spend a lot of time thinking about it?” Perhaps you think about it a lot if you grew up in a church, because it tends to be talked about quite a bit in some churches. And if you didn’t, perhaps you don’t spend a lot of time thinking about Heaven and Hell. I think regardless of your (in)experience with religion, probably everyone thinks of the end of his or her life from time to time.

But can we be sure, I mean really sure? (Remember the deodorant commercial from a few years ago that repeated over and over “Sure? Unsure?” People were comfortable raising their arms in public or being close to other people on the bus if they were wearing this particular product, and if not they weren’t comfortable. Anyways, enough about that.) Personally, I don’t think that anyone can be absolutely sure what happens when they die, because no one has died, taken a video camera into Hell or Heaven, and came back and shown it on Larry King Live. Some people have had near-death experiences, or say that they’ve had experiences when they’ve briefly been dead in an emergency room or on an operating table, but you’re not completely sure. They very well could be telling the truth, or it could be a unique experience to them, or they could have eaten some underdone potato. Many have written about the afterlife – I’m thinking about religious books particularly, and many view these as literal and without possibility of error.

But personally, I don’t think we can be entirely sure. And you know, that’s okay with me, I’m quite comfortable with it. I have my hands full with this life, and find that I have little time to worry about the next one.

And I think that living life unsure of a definite answer to this question and many others can be a great thing. Yes, for some it can be scary, because they’d prefer solid answers to their questions; this provides a level of security. But there are those who, though it can lead them into a certain amount of discomfort, find that living their life is more about wrestling with the questions and coming up with personally true and personally believable answers than making sure they’ve found a one, solid answer. They prefer to explore all kinds of possibilities.

It requires an openness, a boldness, and a deep trust in yourself that no matter where you are or where you go on your way, you’ll be alright, you’ll be okay. The openness and boldness that this kind of life requires also opens the doorway to new discoveries, new truth, and fulfilling, truly personal growth.

I hope today finds you doing well and that you will experience peace and confidence on your journey, wherever you may be today.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Breathe In, Breathe Out

We are dying and being born with every breath.

This comes to mind as I sit in Starbucks on a Saturday night, listening to Sexsmith’s latest, and eating nanaimo bars.

I believe I first came across this particular expression in a Buddhist-themed book. And I’m thinking tonight that it contains truth.

Maybe one of the reasons that we get so stressed out in our lives is because we carry around so much baggage from moments that have gone before, instead of letting them die with each breath. We carry around a lot, perhaps because we have come to believe the falsehood that external events and happenings are the key things that form the definition of who we are. For example, perhaps when we are children in school we are told that we’re the ugly one, or the weird kid. Maybe we are labeled the bright one and are consigned to years of expectation that we’ll get good grades and be the good kid and never fail.

Maybe we do damaging things to ourselves – drinking too much, or putting ourselves in unhealthy situations. Instead of forgiving ourselves and moving ahead, we carry them around and think ourselves unworthy of happiness. Maybe we’ve come to believe that we have some deep, irreparable flaw. We carry the past around like a carcass dragging from our rear bumper.

Then there are things, sometimes terrible and painful things, that have been done to us that we had no control over. Unhealthy home situations, deep inner or outer bruising. And we just have a hell of a time moving on, thinking that we are sullied or damaged goods moving forward.

Sometimes we can almost intentionally wave the flag of the victim, for a few reasons. If we maintain the view of ourselves that we are so messed up, people may stay away and we won’t have to be vulnerable again, where we may get hurt.

Sometimes we hold onto awful things from our past because they give us a seemingly valid excuse to not be happy and make progress. This is tempting, because happiness can be hard work. If over the course of your life you have come to steadfastly think poorly of yourself, it can be hard to let the past go and finally embrace the truth of your own wonderfulness.

We do not need to hold onto past moments, which often only result in more stress in our lives.

Each new breath is a fresh opportunity for something good to happen. Each new breath brings a moment in your life that has never been. You can do whatever you want to do in this moment. If it turns out to be pissy, it too will die off and a new moment will be born.

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