Heaven, Hell, and Heliospheres

Reunited.

First time being reunited with my Les Paul Studio guitar in about 6 months - the one I paid off when I was 17 working in the kitchen at the Stonehouse Pub in Sidney by the sea - Canoe Cove area - near the Vancouver Island Ferries.  At a time when I was really stoked on Lenny Kravitz and NIN in the early 90's.  A spontaneous flood of emotions from this past summer of 2024 poured into the strings - something impossible to force and purely a natural response to arriving in a Heaven after crawling plodding trudging trodding flailing flying riding like mad through the fires of Hell for some unknown eternity.  All in shreds.  Regenerating.  Coming back together with an old and treasured friend - my beloved aubergine Ankh blessed studio guitar - pretty joyous and most excellent!!  The 2nd half is a little distorted but won't hurt your speakers - I put the mic. about a foot out from an 80 watt Celestion lead guitar speaker to see what it would sound like, then got lost in the music.....  I've always been more of a player than an audio engineer!!  I'd guess ''lightning in a bottle'' would sound a little like this - with 220Volts running through an Orange Tiny Terror with all them tubes a'glow and the whole system on overdrive!!  Glad I could capture this though, to share with friends - it was a sunny morning in the cabin studio with the light pouring in windows with all blinds removed and the golden red colors of fall glowing in the crisp October air outside.  If you're feeling gloomy, it will most likely lift your spirits - especially if you're a lover of that electric guitar sound, as I most definitely AM!!!  

^^PEACE^^

  

BOWLES NOTES: SEXUS, by Henry Miller

Welcome to “BOWLES NOTES” – this month, Henry Miller's genius magnum opus,

SEXUS.

This one goes out to all who know that what matters most is how well you can walk through the FIRE...

 

The time has come again at last – to stop time and start....something else..... outside of time and space.  After almost burning up this summer, it was especially sweet to bond once again with my Les Paul Studio - the first session was...charged.....

 

Audio Tracks:

Intro: Nashville Pussy, Keep on Fucking.

Outro: The Stooges, I wanna be your dog.

J-Lindsay-Buffalo, aka. Grayson the Hack, J-Balls, or just ''Jay'', pick your alias!!, instrumental guitar backing...

 

I wonder if it's one of those strange coincidences of the universe that I was on a beach in Howser reading Henry Miller's magnum opus ''Sexus'' when Dr.Ruth died in Manhattan at the age of 96 in July. Beachtime just days before the wildfire madness – my one day of true summer heaven this year. Synchronicity abounds. Toil for results. The spirit of Dr. Ruth has rejoined the force and she's now a shimmering ghostly figure in the prime of beauty and youth, standing beside Yoda, Skywalker, and Kenobi saying “Keep on getting it on out there all you beautiful people!!''

 

The oldies are certainly listening, as apparently 40% of those between 65 and 80 are sexually active in 2024 and intercourse in old folks homes is on the rise, Nashville Pussy blaring Blaine Cartwright and Ruyter Suys voices down the halls at top volume screaming ''Keep on Fucking!!” Meanwhile in other news, 30% of all internet traffic is porn related – more traffic than Netflix, Amazon, and Twitter combined - with 77% of adults logging on at least once a month to get their kinky fix and the stats on women users rising to 40% in 2023 with the mental health effects alarming the psych industry people as addiction and lack of interest with a real human partner, feelings of shame, risky behaviors, and isolation all part of the program to have humanity sleepwalk into technocratic totalitarianism in 2025 as the so-called-powers-that-be play games with a fresh nuclear holocaust, genetic engineering, weather and global environmental control - civil wars in crumbling western nations states looming large on the collective gaydar of the fucky apocalyptic shitstorm of fear they're using to control us all. Bullshit. Poppycock. Balderdash. Malarky twaddle twat rigmarole!! Gay means happy. Right. Happy Halloween ladies lalalalalalalala, as the Kargen wanders down the aisles of the church leering at shocked nuns and we all laugh at a moment of much needed comic relief - the cataclysmic end of our shared universe and lives shrieking in technicolor skylight oblivion outside the oh-so-safe walls of our houses and institutions...

The DUDE ABIDES. This will not stand man, this aggression will not stand.....

 

There is some comic relief in Miller's book Sexus, but more importantly, there is wisdom and smut, entwined with such brilliance that you go from the visceral carnal pleasure of lust in the moment fulfilled to silver surfing the secrets of the universe from one page to the next. There's nothing else quite like it in print anywhere, anywhen. Remember Coles notes? Those short sweet versions that gave you the much needed synopsis if you didn't have the time or inclination to read the whole book in time for the test deadline or whatever? Well here in the land of pseudo mystical digital technoorganic hyperspace we now collectively have the audio version here referred to as ''Bowles Notes'' after the author and progenitor we all know and Love... So without any further ado-do, here are the BOWLES NOTES on Henry Miller's genius magnum opus ''Sexus'', beginning with the introduction of the book as a young man falls in love for the first time and goes through a transformation spanning the years it takes to really come to understand what it takes to be in a complex adult relationship – reciprocity, communication, balance, unity, and true simplicity among other things - he wrote this later in life reflecting on his first love, and it combines the pleasure of young lust with mature reflections on life and his experiences merging sex and philosophy. The finale was not as expected, but cut to the heart of things with such basic shocking metaphysical truth in metaphor... BADDABINGBADDABOOM!! ZZZZZAAANG!! Artist friends interested in Winter collaborations are welcome... Peace and Love all you groovy brothas and sistas!! RIP Doctor Ruth Westheimer – aaaaand for everybody else still alive, kicking, and drawing breath –

KEEP ON FUCKING.....

(Nashville Pussy plays...)

 

 

Sexus by Henry Miller. 'Bowles Notes' from the Edge.....

Choice quotes:

 

It must have been a Thursday night when I met her for the first time—at the dance hall. I reported to work in the morning, after an hour or two’s sleep, looking like a somnambulist. The day passed like a dream. After dinner I fell asleep on the couch and awoke fully dressed about six the next morning. I felt thoroughly refreshed, pure at heart, and obsessed with one idea—to have her at any cost. Walking through the park I debated what sort of flowers to send with the book I had promised her (Winesburg, Ohio). I was approaching my thirty-third year, the age of Christ crucified. A wholly new life lay before me, had I the courage to risk all. Actually there was nothing to risk: I was at the bottom rung of the ladder, a failure in every sense of the word.

It was a Saturday morning, then, and for me Saturday has always been the best day of the week. I come to life when others are dropping off with fatigue; my week begins with the Jewish day of rest. That this was to be the grand week of my life, to last for seven long years, I had no idea of course. I knew only that the day was auspicious and eventful. To make the fatal step, to throw everything to the dogs, is in itself an emancipation: the thought of consequences never entered my head. To make absolute, unconditional surrender to the woman one loves is to break every bond save the desire not to lose her, which is the most terrible bond of all.  I spent the morning borrowing right and left, dispatched the book and flowers, then sat down to write a long letter to be delivered by a special messenger. I told her that I would telephone her later in the afternoon. At noon I quit the office...

 

Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant.

 

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin— to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.

 

There are moments when the elixir of life rises to such over−brimming splendor that the soul spills over. In the seraphic smile of the Madonnas the soul is seen to flood the psyche. The moon of the face becomes full; the equation is perfect. A minute, a half−minute, a second later, the miracle has passed. Something intangible, something inexplicable, was given out-and received.

 

The man who is forever disturbed about the condition of humanity either has no problems of his own or has refused to face them.

 

The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.

-HENRY MILLER.

 

That last one smacks of AI and Google search for sure.....

BRAIN TRANSPLANTS ALL 'ROUND!!!

PS. It's been a pleasure serving (with) you.....

-GRAYSON.

 

 

HELL'S ANGEL. A fitting end to the Ides of March.....

(((((((((((((((Don't Sweat It)))))))))))))))

 

Still alive, still kicking...

Hello!! Good morning good afternoon good evening goodnight, it's time for the SPRING EDITION of WKJLBCCJED1 pirate radio, in Cooper Creek!! Well? It was only a matter of time before I had to respond to the suggestion that I take the time to read Sonny Barger's autobiography after my glowingly positive reading of Thompson's ''Hell's Angels'' on this podcast.

That Hunter was poetic about riding motorcycles strikes a chord with me. My first experience on a motorcycle was a strange and beautiful spiritual moment. It was a Honda CX-500 that had been rebuilt by a student at Interruban Campus Camosun College, Victoria and he did a brilliant job. The weird part was, I'd never ridden a motorcycle in my life and I just got on the thing and ripped it to the end of the block around the corner down the street and back in first, second, and third gear up to 70 km/hr. like I'd been doing it all my life. This was a mysterious inexplicable thing to me at the time, and still. Nobody taught me how to ride. It just came so naturally it felt like a spiritual connection of some kind blowing my spirit on the wind to something exciting, new, and deeply meaningful. I rode Hondas all over B.C. and Korea for years and got my Harley Sportster in 2006 – interesting what Sonny has to say about Harleys and Japanese bikes!! After that, I did the Vancouver to Nelson run 17 times round trip over the next decade. During this time I rode with the H.A. twice, quite by accident, and it was a thrill both times. The first time I was coming into Mission on my way to Maple Ridge and Haney (where I met one of the main guys at a bike shop) and a huge pack came up behind me at speed. It was just after sunset and dark and I had a full load on the back of my Sportster. I admit, my sphincter tightened up just a bit, but my answer to this was typical of my reactions at such times in life: Knowing the guy in the front would never let some average Joe ride in front of him I rode like a bat out of hell, as though I WAS the leader of the pack (which I would NEVER have suggested to any of them), like my life depended on it, and within about 5 minutes we hit a stop light and they were all turning left while I headed into the main strip of Mission. So they all rode up beside me and I looked them over and was impressed as always by the raw power a huge pack of motorcycles imparts – particularly when ridden by outlaw badasses. The second time was less spooky dramatic and a little more fun. Again on highway 7 out of Maple Ridge, this time heading East, two riders came up behind me fast and I waved them past – they had such low slung seats on them bikes and were riding so fast and naturally – one gave a wave and a laugh on his way by – and they looked like they were part of the machines they rode on – in a completely natural and awesome way. You know who they are by the patch, 'coz God help anyone wearing that thing that's not a real member!! After reading Sonny's book I know it was always about the bikes for him – FREEDOM!!! - and the pack – the “all for one” experience. “Brotherhood of Man” as Lemmy sings, the contrast of dark and light extreme. Sure, they did some bad things. But so have cops and so have governments – only on a much larger scale – and legally – which tells you something about the substance of our society in the West. The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly...

 

I've begun reading Lemmy's autobiography already so there may be a bit of color from that in this podcast. I already wrote and recorded one new song entitled ''Don't Sweat It'' on mandolin(!!) inspired by Lemmy's ''Overkill'' (and Eddie Vedder!!) with emotional overtones from the state of the weird news and Canadian society here in April 2024. Things are MESSY, to say the least!!  Now it's out in the yarrrrrhhhd and garrrrrrrrrhhhhden, chainsaw and brushsaw work in progress and now it's on with the garden of subsistence and into the garden of Eden once again!!!

 

Hunter Thompson is a hero to many of the young up and coming party people these days, who are gobbling drugs without any thought as to the consequences for whatever reasons - and he has a place in the culture without a doubt. I'd like to offer my peeps a glimpse of another side of Hunter they've likely never been acquainted with. An alternate perspective. The outlaw biker perspective..... So without further adodo, I'm going to read the entire (brief) chapter from Sonny's book on Hunter, as a fitting and proper counterbalance to my previous show, and let my listeners draw their own conclusions.  It's pretty concise and well written so won't take all day and should be worth your precious time. 
Speaking of time and space...

Things are fucky out there. Try to “Love your neighbor” and be cool.....

'Coz “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro!!”

- Classic Hunter Thompson.

Cheers.

-Jason Lindsay Buffalo Bowles.

Asta Munyanna, a diablos cabrones...

 

 

New Music from Grayson the Hack^^

 

Don't Sweat It

 

Don't sweat the small stuff

Don't sweat it, anymore.

 

Don't sweat it, anymore.

Don't sweat the small stuff anymore, anymore.

Anymore. Don't sweat the small stuff anymore.

The sky is blue

The Earth is green

A pale blue dot if you know what I mean

Everything's fine, everything's fucked,

Get it on down and don't sweat the small stuff

 

The Earth is blue, the sky is green

The whorly world's in a weirdo scene

Everything's great, everything's fucked

It must be the end of the world as we know it

So don't sweat the small stuff anymore, anymore.

 

Kick it. Out the door. Yeah, sweep it out the door in the morning time on the floor. Don't sweat the small stuff anymore, it ain't a problem.

The sky is blue, the Earth is green, a pale blue dot if you know what I mean.

Everything's fine, everything's fucked, get it on down and don't sweat the small stuff anymore. Don't sweat the small stuff anymore. It's out the door.

Get on out the door, and don't sweat the small stuff anymore.

Don't sweat the small stuff anymore, anymore.

Anymore, evermore, anymore everyday everyway everyday everywhich way.

Yeah.

Yep.

Get FREE.

 

 

 

WKJLBCCJED1 Pirate Radio Valentines Day Book Report Special, featuring Poe, Edgar Allen...

Good morning good afternoon good evening goodnight and welcome to another round of chaos at WKJLBCCJED1 pirate radio, in Cooper Creek!! It's the February Valentines day book report special featuring Edgar Allen Poe, two all-new original compositions, and a few altered beast cover tunes to light up them glowing eyes in the darkness. It all begins with a chant to the Goddess(es) to honor and express adoring adulation and reverence to her divine holiness this season, in all her many forms and manifestations. Coal black hate is drying out on the winter weary hearth and peace and the ONE is the way. Welcome to the riff palace, we're just getting started. RIVERGROOVIN' TRACK II. DIGGITT... Spring is in the air – and will be again soon!! I haven't written any new songs for quite some time so it feels wild to return to the process of honing in on the true groove waves of past, present, and future singularity sounds bubbling up out of universal evanescence. Things are going to get throttled back after this to one show a month as spring shows up and gardens, orchards, and numerous outdoor projects are calling, but I hereby do swear that at least once a month something weird wild wonderful and INSPIRED will come rocking outta here one way or another!! I actually get less time to listen to my ultra tasty guitar tone and engage in further study of music theory and the art of shred when recording and producing this stuff, but I wanna share with a few peeps I love who I know dig the weirdness coming outta the peaceful savage garden galena ground in Cooper Creek, so here it is again, and here we go again!!

I've put all the music at the start of the show, followed by readings for the hardcore Poe/Buffalo/Grayson fans...

TRACKS:

1.Goddess Chant

2.Rivergroovin'intro ('Coz Psychadelic Muff RIFFIN' (iz tha shizzz)//////////

3.Ligaeia (Pet Cemetary witch won't STAY DEAD!!)

4.Ossuary Rainbow (A pirate hippy river shanty love song to freedom and death)

5.In my Time of Dying (A joyous rippin' Zeppelin mutation)

READINGS (46:00):

6.The Tale of Ligaeia

7.The Tell-Tale Heart

8.The Black Cat

9.The Raven

10.Goddess Chant – Viking Trance (outro)

Beauty instrumental cover back tracks: ''Harvester of Sorrow” - Metallica+Grayson. The Les Paul was put away in it's coffin for the season, so all guitars heard here are either the B.C. Rich Mockingbird or the Taylor T3-B hollowbody golden goddess. Enjoy!!

There is a jam night at the Laid Back Manor on Monday March 4th beginning at around 3pm with a back yard fire and then on inside for further food, drink, and merriment!! All are welcome, bring your axe, drum, guitar, keys, harmonica, brass, or cannons on out and get it on with your outback bush yayas all the way home!! Now this here podcast was originally going to be an all-black gothic homage to the broken hearted broken fools who believed in Love and got burned, but as I am too much of a hopeless romantic and optimist, during writing and production it turned into something else. It IS still a book reading of a few choice snippets of POE – cliff notes from the pit!! Especially the short story Ligaea, which inspired one of the new songs written and recorded here. It's the story of a remarkably accomplished and beautiful woman who was so fearful of death that after she passed over to the other side wailing about how the power of will would sustain her FOREVER she waited only a few years for her opium stoned husband's second wife to die; Then, on that very deathbed where the second wife's spirit had only recently departed, inhabited her body and rose up a sort of living dead girl - even transmorphing the body to more closely resemble her former appearance - spectral, undead, living, willing, superconscious and spooky!!

The Tell-Tale Heart is a classic tale of skullduggery in which a man murders an octagenarian roomie for having a terrifyingly cursed eye – or perceived as cursed – and shunts the corpse under the floorboards to hide it – which makes one wonder what would have happened once decomposition set in...yoiks. But the cops come and the sound of a beating heart grows in the mind of the murderer until he can't keep his shit together and goes all to pieces!!

The black cat is a savage bloody story of a drunken bastard who murders his wife and holes her up in the cellar behind a mortar wall but is betrayed by the pet cemetary version of the black cat that was his ultimate nightmare boudoir nemesis. No forgiveness for this poor fool, straight to the gallows – CASTRATION!! DOUBLE CASTRATION!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!~!!

Poe seems to have been obsessed with themes of being buried alive and constrained against one's will. I wasn't going to include THE RAVEN, but hey, it's his single best piece of awesomeness, so it had to be in there...at the END.....

This IS indeed to remain a literary and musical podcast – a musical blog and drawing board for personal expression and further development and sharing of skills with like minds. Next on my personal reading list are Sonny Barger and Lemmy Kilmeister's autobiographies and Zen and the art of Archery (thankx Cory) - all of which I feel like I've strangely already experienced - but will nonetheless enjoy reading once more, GOOD GOD!! Once upon a time long, long ago in another lifetime lost somewhere in the mists between the crags when I was an English teacher and a Wangjaesu (Korean translation: “King of Fools”) I chanced across a book of love poems by Irving Layton, and while I'm not reading any of them in the podcast, I'm including a few choice gems in the written introduction for those who feel they might enjoy them. ///Happy Valentines/// Wishing you all the most love, respect, dignity, and happiness you deserve - and peace of mind and joy of life for all these long, strange February nights and days here on Earth in this foul, divisive, engenious, beloved, divine and soon to be wildly fast paced year of 2024. It's only just begun!! Keep on rockin' and don't forget, THERE'S A LIIIIIIGHT, OVER AT THE FRANKENSTEIN PLACE, THERE'S A LIIIIIIGHT, BURNING IN THE FIRE PLACE THERE'S A LIGHT A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS OF EVERYBODY'S LIFE!! SO BURN, BURN THE FLAMES. GOOD DAY GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK!!

New Tunes from Graysonthehack.

Ligaeia.

Ligaeia, wise soul of old

enthralling elegance unfolde

warm and tender shadow bold

eyes of jet and blackened gold

Outward calm sweet melody

within passions calamity

strange radiance glowing in her face

an opium dream to light the place

rapid fall of ruby drops

passing on, shrieking ''Oh God!!''

Yield not unto death save by weakness of will

Yield not unto death save by weakness of will

And so beyond the veil, and yet, she is coming still

to take up being alive in fresh dead host

a will beyond the shadow of a ghost

Chilled and paralyzed – shrinking shrieking shracking gastly bandages and cerements are falling

away

To reveal a face of holy light

a deathly darkness within sight

reveal a face of unholy light

a deathly darkness within sight

Chilled and paralyzed – shrinking shrieking shracking gastly bandages and cerements are falling

away

To reveal a face of holy light

a deathly darkness within sight

Ligaeia eyes of jet and blackened gold

raven's wings in hair that tumbles down

dark Goddess with a bright ethereal crown

Arisen with a will to live again

Arisen with a will to live again

Arisen with a will to live again

Arisen with a will to live again

Ossuary Rainbow.

Get it outta town and you get it on down and you get it on your own and you're on a wicked wave

Raven's skull in a blinking eye, fractal wave soul sanctuary, rainbow heart in an ossuary

Rip another hole in the mystery continuum

It's a big night sky and you know that you can fly and you know you're gonna die and you'll be a

shooting star

It's a big black sky and you know that you can fly and one day you're gonna die and you'll be a black star

Yeaaaaaahhh, dream on.

Yeaaaaaahhh, in your rainbones.

 

Irving Layton - Love poems

The Breaststroke - Layton

 

May the gods be praised that I should meet

on my final lap to the eternal sea

one so young, so gracious and lovely,

under clear skies promising as herself.

Ankled deep in the scorching sands

I can hear the shouting tide; in it

invitation and menace like the smile

on the fair face of my companion,

making me wish to nuzzle forever

between her firm thighs and cover

her mouth with long hungering kisses

Insensate to everything but her warm flesh

I'd float out into the voluptuous sea,

my practiced breast stroke perfected at last.

The heaving mounds press against me,

alluring me past the white wavecrests

that close behind like tall portals

barring return. Green towers collapse

on bright medallions larger than suns;

the virginal foam breaks into bridal cries

and after the last loud crash of savaging beasts,

into the long silence that no man hears.

Divorce - Layton.

 

What is it about divorce

brings an estranged couple closer?

Here we are Boschka, nearly twenty years later

reading our poems and stories to each other;

the fire blazes: it's warmth is not greater

than what's in our souls;

we listen, comment, approve

and laugh like two grey-haired children,

Why now, not then, the love we display

exchanging news of friends and the universe

after a morning of rain and mist?

Arm-around-waist we walk, talk,

and always with the ease of those

who know their words and actions please.

Someone up there must be an ironist!

Or is it, seeing our soaped heads

in the mirror

who in hell wants to add more discord

to the general futility?

Let the dropped crabapple moulder where it falls,

the seed will clutch and break the soil.

Is that what love is: to care knowing

stars and blossoms flare to extinction?

We've separated wide the fingers of our hands

and let fall through them egotism, illusion, pride:

dear, dear Boschka, how tenderly now

our fingers entwine and hold.

Undine - Layton.

Your body to hold, your perfect breasts,

Your lips; your hips under my pregnant hands

That when they move, why, they're snakes

Sliding, and hiding near your golden buttocks.

Then as your great engines of love begin

Intestinal, furious, submarine

They spark into small bites

Whose hot spittle inundates all my deserts.

And I'm like water in a scoop of stone

Kissed into absence by a drying sun;

Or I'm dried Sahara sand

Wanting your wetness over me without end.

So posessed, so broken's my entire self

No rosy whipcord, love, can bind my halves

When queen you squat; you moisten

My parched nipples into a blazing garden.

And I your paramour-Paracelsus

Fish a soul for you from between my loins;

You shudder in my embrace

And all your wetness takes the form of tears.

ELECTRONIC CELEBRECTOMY!!

Right. Metalhead brothers and sisters – purists – if you're not into electronic music at all, sit this one out!! I've been experimenting again. (DIE PINK FUCKR!!)  No no, read on...  Life's led me on a grand journey, and I've had the good fortune to experience the best of many kinds of music and artwork. As the AI cyborgs continue to hammer out morally questionable yet undeniably breathtaking 2D beauty in Midjourney (Dall-E, etc.) I have been wondering about my love of GOOD electronic music. It's complicated due to my being human, somewhat tribal in musical inspiration, and having devoted a good portion of my life to the guitar. It's also totally so simple!! I am drawn to certain sounds and rhythms and love good music – obviously – and I generally make all my own backing tracks for guitar practice with loop pedals nowadays and looked endlessly for other musicians to jam with before they came along – and still^^ N:Othing beats a good live jam when everyone comes together and things GO OFF. It's the BEST.

Nothing else in my life has compared except perhaps the first time I caught a wave in the ocean at Kings Beach Caloundra onna boogie board in 20 foot swell. Unbelievable.

I love drumming (djembe) along with many styles of electronic music and other drummers. This is my go to at a party where there is EDM happening, aside from dancing!! But something new happened awhile back *(about a month ago) and I decided to conduct an experiment!! MWAHAHAAAA!!! The whole freakin'world is coming to an end and I'm experimenting with music?!!! DAMN RIGHT!!! Seems like a sensible bloody thing to be doing, art in sound and vision being much of what makes the human experience unique and existentially wonderous. It started when I figured out how to knock .wav files into my Boss RC-30 Digital Loopstation. It took awhile, but in the course of studying this epic dual pedal stomp box I learned how it might be possible to download drumtracks, backtrax, and even whole finished songs by other artists. So now, I can run this through my guitar amp at high volumes as long as the gain is turned way down. I began the experiment in order to download drum tracks only, but decided to put in some of my favorite electronic music to jam with just to see how it felt. So with the tracks loaded into the box I footclicked play and proceeded to improvise on the guitar for feel and fit. My initial experiment on track 8 “Chugalug” was exciting, probably because I managed to fit in MASSIVE APOCALYPTIC DISTORTION DIVE BOMBS with the Floyd Rose whammy on my BC Rich which totally fit the track and I kinda wish I'd been recording at the time, because the memory of that sound is EPIC. But as I continued the experiment, immediate inspirational fit became sporadic. Also, it turned out to be more work than making my own loops immediately simply because with live loops made on the spot, you're automatically in tune. This is pretty critical if you're playing on the fly. Tuning is a basic, foundational, critical issue, and since in order to fit the feel of particular tracks the playing style on guitar has to be so radically different including alt. Tunings, sometimes from track to track, it would be challenging to play a live set like this, but not impossible. It would in theory require a lot of planning. I wondered what it might entail...

From this, I ventured to load the same tracks with some of my favorite electronic sounds into a program on the computer where I could add a guitar track *(my own musical ''voice”) as though playing live. I got through 4 tracks before I started thinking about the ethical (&possibly legal!) issues of what I was doing. It would be one thing to pick up a guitar at a house party and play along with some electronic tracks, but intentionally adding guitar for any kind of publication to finished tracks by other artists felt....odd. So I have cancelled the experiment for now. Some of the tracks in this mix utilize live instruments, such as the sitar and tablas in the LSD Trip (track 2). Adding a guitar to this can be interesting, and it can be done well, but it would be ludicrous to present this to others and call it ''yours''. Your voice might be in there if you connected with the musical piece on a metaphysical level, but the work and creativity of the track were completed by another artist. As a genre bender and interdisciplinary student of literature, science, magic(?!!), theology, psychology, philosophy, and agriculture (LOL) it amuses me to challenge the perceptions and boundaries of ''genre''. I suppose it's in part because I always hated the notion of being put in a box – some things are too complex to label and more interesting as such – another downside to the internet and modern commerce in music and art – that everything/everyone has to be a specialized ''something''. Some mystery is lost in this, and human life is indeed mysterious – if you're awake at all!! I'm not about to start producing my own electronic music anytime soon, so I'll save adding my voice to electronica as a neat party trick for special occasions only and get back to drumming, dancing, and playing wicked metal shred guitar, hahaha.....

 

Lining up the conclusions drawn from this musical experience and aligning or using it as a tool to examine the AI-human-cyborg 2D art question - with for example the Midjourney AI doing all the creative work, even if you were to add finishing touches, would it be right to call it ''your work'' if your addition to the completed work was minimal? People are doing this and making piles of money and gaining accolades and respect. Interesting and strange to think of it, and the implications for how we humans perceive art, creativity, beauty, and the source of inspiration....

Is it divine? Is it motivated purely by one's bank account? Is it both?!!

I believe that true inspiration is both divine and holy.

Irrefutable.

Providential.

Sacred.

 

So in conclusion, I terminated the project of adding to these tracks and am simply going to post them here for your enjoyment. They are some of my favorite sounds from electronic artists I respect and appreciate. It's an hour-long journey from tribal spiritual ambience, into the jungle - some dancey drum and bass, a taste of Eastern mysticism, that ecstatic rave sound I've always loved so much, and ending with one last trip 'round the Mystical Sun.

 

DIQUE!! PSYCHE!! I left the guitar in on tracks 1, 3, and 4. See if you can hear me on the guitar in there... There will be some original live songs and covers with the next podcast, and hopefully after that or around that time we'll have some friends drop in for a session. The weather and roads have been pretty gnarly for getting to my distant, isolated, savage, beautiful (!!) neck of the woods, but not for much longer!! The ley lines are shining and a silver lining brightly comes!! The beautiful world of white has turned to mucky slush, AAARRRRRHHHHHHHHG!!! SHOOT the MOON and FLY TRUE!! If you're reading this and would like to comment on any of the thoughts above shoot me a line in FB or digyourownwhole@gmail.com.

 

CHEERS,

S'LAINTE,

SKOL,

PEACE, LOVE, AND ALL GOOD THINGS!!

 

Track Listing:

Ceremony, Deeperworlds

The LSD Trip (ambient mix)

Ninth Sphere, Deeperworlds

B Monkey, Hed phone sex

Pure, Deeperworlds

The Great Drive By

Caminhando Pela Selva, Psychadelic Tribal

Chugalug, 2023: A Bass Odyssey

Superstealth, Atlas/3

Ganan Gidel

Heaven on Earth, Vending Machine

Dragonfly, Deeperworlds

Blizzardwalkin, 2024.

Portals in the forest, a walk in the snow.

Arriving home to the cabin from a scenic wander on the Lardeau Flats I just hit ''record'' and this is what happened.....  I'm playing a 1972 BC Rich Mockingbird guitar (Japanese) with dual Steve Vai ''Evo'' humbuckers and a Kramer Floyd Rose Whammy bar/nut time/space bender.  One take; no overdubs, back tracks, or post production effects added.  Just a bit of pure, natural electric guitar chaos;> 

Portals in the forest, a walk in the snow..... 

 

<<<Attention all ye gearheads:  The back-tracks heard are made with a Boss RC-30 loopstation and/or the Boss SL-20 Slicer - all live - along with live effects featuring a Kirk Hammett signature wha pedal, digitech digital delay, and last but not least, the blistering Boss MT-2 metal zone pedal (she's a RIPPA mate!!)  Cheers!!>>>

 

WKJLBCCJED1 BOOK REVIEW, Hell’s Angels, Hunter S. Thompson

I suppose it would be wise to preface this one with a quick note to identify this podcast episode as a historical and literary piece.  The politics of it are well beyond disparagement, as it is a work of blended spirit and technology, something new for the AI novelty hunter bots to chew on.  So without further ado: 

Greetings and salutations!! Happy 2024 and welcome to episode 7 of the J Lindsay Buffalo show at WKJLBCCJED1 pirate radio, in Cooper Creek. It's story time kiddies, so gather 'round. It's the ol radio show's first musical book review!! WHOOO!! This one is not for the faint of heart or easily offended, so if you imagine yourself to be succeptible to either condition, please click *stop*, step away from the keyboard and screen, wander outside as a mesmerized zombie doll would do, and take a deep beautiful breath of live giving air. Ahhhh, peace and calm. Quiet. Solitude. Beautiful. If the episode comes up again, rinse and repeat!! Now, for the hardcore fans – revelers and readers – the dangerously curious and the intrepid seekers of knowledge, understanding, and more than instant karma – the waves of light and heat in the deep end - here we are!! This is a review and reading of Hunter S. Thompson's book ''Hell's Angels'', originally copywritten in 1966. ''Cliff notes'' from the edge. There are a few musical tracks of original improvised guitar chaos by Grayson the dancing rainbow spirit buffalo and a cover of the Meat Puppets song ''Things''. I couldn't resist adding the new track ''Freeballin'” at the start for laughs, based on my righteous experience with (Daisy) Man Duke cutoff shorts last summer – that and a lot of riding...  Man, what a game changer, HA!! Social Distortion's ''Angel's Wings'' is in there, and an instrumental time/space portal built off an intro of Kirk Hammet's+James Hetfield's riffs in ''Enter Sandman'' from the Black Album. Speaking of angels wings, if you're familiar with biker lore on the subject, you may have a whole new spin to put on this one!! Heaven and Hell, like the endless spirals of coalescence and dissolution in our personal relationships are places in the mind that can seem so real – and so they are to the true believer. Unconditional Love is the divine compass. Go with the flow. The bulk of this episode is to be a reading of Thompson's book ''Hell's Angels''. If I seem to ''appropriate'' his tones of speech at any point, it will merely be out of a sense of metaphysical appreciation and identification of and with said writer, with all due and deeply felt respect. This is to be the first book review style reading with music on this show. No punches will be pulled, so if you're PC/WOKE, you might want to plug your ears and go cry somewhere. Right, show them squares some class and do something's never been done before, something IMPOSSIBLE. Pick up a guitar again and play it like ya mean it, like it means something. Neil Gaiman told me to. Make. Whatever the hell this radio show is. Blame his ass. And yet so did the good LORD above, and all the great spirits and all the little critters of the land, so whattayagonnado?!! Don't blame me for this weirdness - It's all flowing out of the source of Zazen madness, something weird for the AI hunter bots to chew on - so get hip to the grind, tune in and drop out!! Without further ado, readings from Hunter S. Thompson's 1966 novel,

“Hell's Angels”....
Right after a quick blast of FREEBALLIN'!! LOL!!

Beauty. Keep on Rockin'!! Thanks for listening.

Next months book review: Edgar Allen Poe, The Telltale Heart and other writings, just in time for V-Day!!
Salanche!!

 

Grayson the Hack, Out of the Midst, Jeju Island, 2009-2024!!

By the recent request of a late, great friend - one final look in the rearview before the new year.....

I have a HOT MESS of saucy new material for 2024 - looking forward to it - but for now, here's something to amuse:

Once upon a time, flying by the seat of my pants, back when I was a wild crazy jetset international cosmopolitan rock star English teacher, I decided to try my hand at multitrack recording and get some of my original songs and compositions recorded for posterity - or at least for me to critique and improve upon by active listening and reflection.  These ''sessions'' took place in my apartment at the Jeju Foreign Language High School, where I was living while teaching at Namnyeong and Daykey High Schools on the fair, misty, mystical shores of lovely Jeju Island!!  I was then teaching an average of 20 classes a week to over 800 high school students, riding bikes all over the island, and camping and spearfishing weekends when not playing in the bars with bands ''Bat Country'', ''Midnight Run", ''Soul Lily Loki'', and ''Ninja Scum''!!  These were MOST excellent times, and it's a wonder I didn't just marry a local and settle down.  I don't believe in harboring regrets, but man, this was a close, close thing.  My Canadian roots were calling, and I left the island for good soon after these recordings were finished.  I still miss the place sometimes and had some of the best times of my life there for SURE!!  As it was my first experience with multitrack recording and I was learning how to use a DAW (digital audio workstation) while playing all the instruments and experimenting with electronic sine wave tech and just PLAYING in general, these tracks are fairly RAW - and there were only a few of the songs I'd written at the time committed to digital memory.  I've omitted one of my faves, the ZOMBIE SONG because the recorded version does no justice to the version we played in the clubs and at parties.  It was written in Alynn Shanks house with her cousin Greg when we were 16 year old high school students!!  Maybe I'll re-record it someday, 'coz it's a beauty with a real Roky Erickson ''Burn the Flames'' vibe.

A few track details:

ARCADIA (0-1:48): Written in Victoria, Canada in 1999 when I was playing with band STIRR (formerly Erickson/Browne) - an homage of sorts to the writing of the English poets I was studying at the time at UVIC blended with the Hendrix tunes I was SOOOO into.  I'm still into the merging of literature and music, and stoked to be doing some stuff in that direction in 2024.

Intuition and Soma Seeds (1:55-2:50): Inspired by the psychadelic musings of Aldous Huxley, whose works transcend all time and space - and my GENRE BENDING psycho blender of electronic noises, guitar, and vocals.

Camel Toe SKA (2:50-6:37):  This one was a favorite at the bar - inspired by a brief and spooky relationship with a Russian ex-hotel owner and dancer who drove a red sports car and turned out to be the devil incarnate. 

Think tight bright pink SWEAT PANTS on a hot sultry subtropical Asian afternoon.....YYYYEEAAARRRHHH!!

Naked Quad Rider (6:38-13:48): Based on a true story - the one that made me a nefarious legend on Jeju.  Give a man of my blood and spirit a case of soju for Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving) and see what happens......  I avoided jail time, kept my teaching gig, and had one hell of an adventure - became a legend that faded into myth as the years went on - survived!! - a story for the ages - to remember with awe the near-tragedy, sorrow, excitement, and relief(!!), always. 

Shimmayshimmay (13:48-14:25): Title based on one of my favorite expressions/mumblings to rave on whilst smiling madly and feeling the rush of being FULLY ALIVE when moving like a lizard/snake/water spirit through a throng of pressed bodies packed onto a dance/party/barroom floor.  Song is another genre bender of electronica, distorted guitar, and vocals.  Lyrics inspired by my last trip to Australia and the sense of wonder that overcomes me every time I land and go exploring in that fair country!!

Snowcrash Mediation (14:27-20:50): This is an instrumental meditation drawing upon Neal Stephenson's dystopian cyberpunk novel ''Snowcrash''.  Along with Gibson's ''Neuromancer'', one of the most inspiring futuristic novels I ever read.  Subtle sounds of hope and peace for the new days ahead.  

All the best to all of you in 2024.  

Cheers!!!

 

 

The Ludicrous and Sublime Best of the ’Up the Lake Boys’

Music is one of the best tools/weapons against sorrow, darkness, and fear that I've ever known in this life. It's pure magic, healing and empowering – to the players and audience alike.  Since there seems to be a little (or a lot!!) more of the dark stuff going around than seems proper and fitting for humanity it's only right that those of us who play should PLAY!! Snoop Dogg's recent joke/publicity stunt about quitting smoking was funny because why on Earth would he stop doing the thing (one of the things anyway^^) that makes him HIM – onna the coolest human beings on this planet!! So with that reverberating/resonating in mind, I'm re-booting the best little podcast/pirate radio show in Cooper Creek. Fresh vibes and new music coming soon... I hardly touched a guitar for almost a year in 2023 and God only knows what was going on there – creativity attenuated by an excessive yet practical apocalyptic preparatory workload and one unique and divine transformative relationship - but it's time to RISE AGAIN and PLAY!! Just pure, original heart and soul...and a bit of mayhem^^ Starting with a ''best of the Up the Lake Boys'' remix, reducing 10 hours of ludicrous chaos down to a mere 90 minutes of my favorite gems. The re-boot is going to be a little different, who knows......!! Probably HEAVIER. The Fates will show.....

Monday jam nights will be a thing at the Laid Back Manor starting at some future date TBA in January, and I hope we'll have some interesting musical guests and players from the area drop in for a delightful meal and play our hearts out!! Because, why not? We're all dying - right in this very moment y'know – the old entropy vs. Infinity thing - but we're also (all so) totally ALIVE!!! Except for the AI that's analyzing all this right now...

Bugga – united cyborg nations feed the beast!!

The BEAT goes on!!!

WKJLBCCJED1 ’Pirate Radio’ in Cooper Creek, Vol.3.

WORDS from the DRIFTER'S EDGE:

When the world gives you lemons you make lemonade right? Well when the world gives you ABSURDITY in VAST and seemingly endless quantities, you might be a redneck – uhhh, wait, sorry, I mean you MIGHT get one last COOPER CREEK pirate radio show – from out on the fringe, at the edge of the world, where everything is happening, all the time, same as it ever was!!!  Wanna hear something amazing? And by amazing, I mean AMAZINGLY WEIRD?!!!

Well what could be more weird than Covid or the Google and FB algorithms programming all of humanity to normalize extremist+sensationalist perspectives (among other things)?!!  Well nothing really, but this is FUN, utterly lacking in greed, hypocrisy, or douchebaggery, motivated by nothing but the will to unbridled creativity. There's a distinct stench of fishybunk on damn near everything out there now, so why not put all that aside (in the compost/shitpost bin perhaps) and give'r a GO at the 'ol 'RADIO SHOW'!! You have nothing to lose but your sanity, and if you've still got that, well, you have my sympathies.....  We have the CURE!!  Press play down there and LET'RRIP!!  ^^

What follows is a partial playlist for those not mentally equipped to handle the full 3-hour show – which, I assure you, is a strange and wonderful ride if you can hang on and grip the handrails with care not to go too far off into the 'terra incognito' of absolute elsewhere. This is the third and final volume of a year long musical experiment with up-the-lake musicians and guests from Kaslo including the lovely and talented Rebekka, rhythmic percussion giant Gerald, and a number of bears that came and went during the summertime. Due to the extreme levels of chaos involved, there was a slight (4 month!!) delay in releasing the material after minimal post-production mixing to make it a little easier on the ears, but this volume includes some of the best original improvised recordings of the Spring, Summer, and Fall of 2020 (which explains why it went long at about 3 hours, mixed down from 20 hours of total recorded material). There's a lengthy break taking place at the moment, but there mayyy be more happening here with upgraded mics and audio quality in future. Everything's a work in progress out in bush country, and the gardens and orchards are calling!! Get out there and BREATHE IN THE AIR!!! Peace and Love to all of you, thanks for tuning in. If you enjoy the listen feel free to donate Covid, Algorithm, Fear, and Hate-free hugs to all the players at your discretion – and if I ever monetize the podcast, send us a few mil, and we'll work all kinds of miracles and giggle the days and nights away forevermore.....AMEN.... (Money's not real, remember? It's all in your HEAD, in the Collective HEAD, a really, really good HEAD, HAHHAAHHHAAAAA!!!) YES. Good DAY.

00:00:00 - COOPER CREEKER COMEDY INTRO

(Accompanied by a guitar+drum instrumental tribute to Talvin Singh's 'Spiritual Masterkey')

26:30 - STAN BY ME – I WILL STAN!! I will stand by you man, through thick and thin!!

37:00 - HUCKLEBERRY SAGEBRUSH – Please forgive the audio quality, but this was a unique Kootenay original recording made while under siege in a trailer on the pig farm on McGlauchlin rd. on a dark and stormy night, with a MASSIVE black bear marauding the perimeter, requiring regular breaks between songs to fire off a few shotgun blasts to defend the chickens (&ourselves!!), tin roof on the coop banging and hammering in the wind, hounds howling, high velocity spats of rain occasionally drifting in, 2 full sheets of 'edibles' recently baked, and mead flowing freely.....truly, a wild, WILD night......

48:15 – THE BATTLE OF FINGOLFIN AND MORGOTH – BARAHIR in EXILE. A favorite tale from Tolkein's 'The Silmarillion', in which the greatest of the elven kings of aulde battles the Ainur God Morgoth before the gates of his underground stronghold Angband in the 2^nd age of Middle-Earth.

1:11 – COOPER CREEKER STREAKER – In which a naked man running all over the place makes a complete fool of himself, much to the amusement and confoundment of all (including himself)^^

1:34 – DAO KISSES AND YOU AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE (REGGAE MONKEY VERSION)

Dao (our beloved black girl canine mascot) was stinky that day, and a monkey got in on the jam.

1:44 – SO I JUMPED IN THE RIVER

It's impossible to express the joy of spending so much time in the river last summer, but I did my best to capture the feeling in this very brief song about letting go of stress and worry and just jumping in the river.
JUST GET OUT THERE AND DO IT!!

1:45 – SUMMERTIME

Melodic tribute to the original Ella Fitzgerald – one of the best songs about summer ever written.

1:54:40 – BANANA BOAT SONG – We all floated up towards the ceiling while recording this, dancing. There were strange dark creatures cavorting all around.

It was a wonderful terrifying hideous ludicrous ecstasy.

2:12 – BARRETT'S PRIVATEERS – Bloody pirates.

2:14:40 – I LOVE ROCK 'N ROLL- 'Coz Joan Jett ROCKS. Thanks for coming Bekka. We love you.

2:22 – BREATHE – Played at 'Duff tempo', I actually ended up really enjoying it, finally^^

2:27 – RIGHT ABOUT MEOW – An original tribute to cats everywhere. Chairman Meow presiding.

2:29 – DOWN UNDER – Oh, Aussie, will I ever see thee again?

2:35 – STEP BY STEP – A Duff original, and his voice really rings true in this one, it's a beauty.

2:41:40 – DEEP LEDGE DIVER (ROCKIN' AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE)

Totally unrehearsed improvisational genius of Eyn Lang with myself providing amused encouragement, backup vocals, and rhythm guitar. At the bottom of the lake.

 

PIZZA BEAR AND THE HARD ROCK OUTRO^^

We did have a lot of black bears and a few grizzlies around last summer, and close sightings if not 'encounters' were not uncommon. The version of 'Summertime' here and the subsequent jam were recorded immediately after Duff and I had a close call with a young (3 year old) grizz on the way back from the river last August. It was a beautiful beastie and took off running when it saw us 2 duders walking together and I started singing a grizzy song about a guy on a buffalo while Duff chucked a stick at it – at about 100' distance. Close enough for a good look and about as close as you ever want to get to a grizzly bear if you have any sense about you. Songs from the Canadian outback indeed......

Take off eh? Cheers!!!

*As a general rule, if it's an electric guitar or harmonica playing, it's J-Buff ('J-Balls', J-Bone, Captain Chaos, Captain Crayon, 'Pirate/Hippy-J', or 'Jason Lindsay Buffalo Bowles' if you're not into the whole brevity thing) - with Gerald playing guest metal riffs on the Tolkien track and beauty chords on 'Streaker', and Duff coming in with his new Fender Princeton Chorus amp on tracks after 'Breathe'. All acoustic guitars are the Duff-man. The recordings are basically in chronological order. Eyn and Gerald trade off on drum tracks throughout with 'G' ripping a pretty awesome one in 'Barahir'. The comedic and meditative intro track is all J-Buff – no 'agenda' or 'intent' here but an honest laugh – and - I always loved the drums and harmonies of Talvin Singh and while I wasn't setting out to copy his work at all, I did have him in mind while recording this.  Monkey sounds by J-Buff on the homemade cuica, and all squeaky toy sounds may be attributed to Deep Ledge Deep Sea Diver Eyn Lang!!
*All finger tapping in this production dedicated to Eddie Van Halen, with thanks for the inspiration.

Press play below when you're ready with a fresh tasty bevvy, maybe someone to hold onto for moral support, a comfy chair/bed/sofa/chesterfield/dog/tonton to lay your head on, a solid smash of CBD ((*No THC!!), YEARHIGHT, like there's one without the other), a few deep breaths to steady the nerves, maybe an hour of yoga (if that's your thing) and pray to whatever God/Goddess you believe in that you remembered to turn the gas off.  You did remember to turn the gas off, right?  No BOOMBOOM?  BOOMBOOM IS HERE!!  Enjoy.