This is the premiere video for my latest idea to do a “Self-Portraits” series of animated music videos. Instead of the regular constant fractal zoom style, this style makes me think of a living postcard of sorts. Cheers to my old friends, Future Islands, for the tunes, & for still making great music. We all have come so far from those balmy salad days in college. Good times. Crazy that was 20 years ago when my college career wrapped up with a 7-year degree in Creative Writing. It’s proven utterly useless. What I learned in college has little to do with anything academic, to say the least. Can’t party like we did anymore. We were the last of the raging college partiers of yesteryear. We all went out in our own respective blazes of glory. What an era that was. If I could go back, I would’ve been in Art School from the get-go. I was so lost back then though…the fogs from childhood head injuries, along with the drugs, it was like I was on some kind of reckless auto-pilot. I cringe when I think about some of the experiences form back then. The cringe is fleeting though, because if you hang on to your past, you poison your future. The past is gone, gone forever, it happened, it’s over, there’s nothing left to blame and/or to not forgive yourself for. Every day is a new day, with a new slate, if you want it to be so. Be the Creator of your own world, via the guidance of the Great Creator. Creation, creation is the Divine Light, the Quantum Spark, the electricity of ethereal Love. Destruction is the darkness, the abysmal darkness, the Great Shadow, the Evil, the Dark Matter, & consciousness is an energetic holographic expression of the eternal friction between light & dark. Which one are you? Are you a Creator? Or are you a destroyer? The choice has always been yours. The door to the cage has always been open little bird. You simply have to fly out, out of the shadow of your own cage into the endless summer sky enlightened by the Sun. On that note, I’m going to wrap this one up. I’ll post the lyrics below. My friend Sam, the lead singer of Future Islands, is a brilliant lyricist. There was a time when he & I would do blow all night & talk about life & God & women & this 3d matrix we’re all in together. Midnight summer nights in G-Vegas. In many aspects, there was a golden magic to that time, that I was aware of but he captured, & then rode the wave all the way to the mountaintop. I’ve known some very interesting souls in this life, & I expect to encounter more in a future unknown. Until next time fam…be good. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
By the shattered coils of a mother’s arms,
all swept-inside like the rosary,
that fell away when her girlish charms,
cried out to take on motherhood.
She waits by the windowsill,
all wrapped in white and puzzling…
What happened to the child inside?
…who ran the streets and the days at night…
She says, “Nothing seems the same,”
& I can’t change a thing.
My body’s like a wave, breaking to the sea.
She says, “Everything seems strange,”
locked behind the years, but life is ours to find, in the days at night…
There passes a stranger every evening,
he walks himself on a silver-leash,
& in his head, the worlds asleep,
& the wrinkles in his hands believe,
when he was young, he had a dream,
to be a star, on the movie-screen,
but now it all seems a silly lie,
as he walks alone & the days on fire
He says, “Nothing seems the same,”
& I can’t feel a thing.
My body’s like a wave, caving in on me.
He says, “Everything seems strange,”
holding back the tears, but he smiles just like a child,
in the days at night…
Mother of song, you’ll find the right way to cherish in dreams,
all of the snow frozen.
Father in time,
you’ll find a world that’s so perfect and cold,
all of the snow frozen.
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 