The How Many More Times

Four Dimensional Rock:  Quantum Zeppelin Revealed!

AND LET'S STOP PRETENDING THIS IS SPOOKY!

         Odd that title.  I kinda like it.  It’s the truth.  You may or may not buy the whole line of Quantum Mechanical Research and it’s INCREDIBLY charming “damn how did we miss the moment BEFORE anything existed… geez… we really gotta see that…” ignorance of its self-answering question.

         But see, this HERE BLOG NOW is about how Led Zeppelin added to a well worn concept of LIVE MUSIC the sudden introduction of the abstraction of TIME?  Well that was new. 

         And stolen I am sure.  I am totally sure that the guy people call a rip off artist and I say… “hey asked to play ‘just like that’ in some sessions, he said, ‘now it’s mine’ and he is damned close to right… not to mention who would GIVE ONE FLIP if it weren’t for him ripping it off…

         Proper nouns?  Okay, Pagey I refer to YOU, that guitar player of paintings, and chef of orchestrations and then there is a hunch… based on flimsy science and even flimsier magical theory that if you can make something hit a sense that wasn’t expecting it?  You just might hit the exactly right spot.  Don’t play dumb.  You do that and people think there is a secret here!  The secrets are crushing you had you not noticed this?  Don’t let the mystical crowd up you SOLID TECHNOLOGY… and gifts you were born to share.

         It bothers people I get that.  And yet, we are still not to the molecular level much less Quantum.  In fact let’s just call my system of belief and faith in NATURE and what I define as reality involves FREE WILL for each and every particle in my system.  I don’t think I will wake up different, with two arms on one side, or a brain that can calculate at a multi-variable level, it isn’t that good a chance of an anomaly… the system is so big!  Each individual has reactions to things that are unique, so what do they share?

         Guts.  They share the gut level feelings that make up the sum of our historical record.  We don’t talk about the stupid illogical bad turns of reason, we talk about guts.  We like the idea… to go on your guts (which is mere awareness at a more diligent and targeted level… I do it naturally… sort of like that PSYCH guy?) some do that errantly.

         So how do you tune the audience?  You can tune instruments all day to exotic and derivative and combinations that thrill the ears.  With the talent of Jimmy Page there is no effort to be a guitar PLAYER at all.  He is in love with it, he cooperates and begs… he challenges the very nature of perfection with pieces written that would NEVER BE EASY TO PLAY… and yet… keep on trying.

         The minute off stage… have a little breather and then back to it if it were physically feasible.  No, this was a trance walking deeper into another reality.  Don’t ARGUE with me, I am not kidding here.

         And as he did this, the particles were made to share an Electro-Magnetic Field… now fight the Theremin or EASE INTO IT… it is difficult sometimes hearing these shows to understand why I never felt it at the time, but it’s pretty clear now I was born tuned to it.

         Then there is… a real attempt to bring the audience with him… to that somewhere else, where moments are hours and things have no form.  This is the artist’s space.  This is where the moments are born.  We all know that place, even if you won’t admit it.  You all have had things pop into your mind to solve or resolve or redirect or REACT to things which were never anticipated and you have just felt so SLOWED DOWN at those moments. 

         Well, once you start bouncing things around with that bow… but see it starts so much earlier in any show than that, and unfortunately the difference in the years (and the proximity, because I have really avoided shows I remember, those are memories… I don’t want good soundboards to screw up my personal soundtrack… like remastering history or something!)   

         It’s almost like you know all this, all of you who listen to this work, who know anything at all about this person Page and the things that were and are in some fashion still important to him.  Many treat this GLEEFULLY WITH MYSTICAL NONSENSE SURROUNDING IT…

         NOT helping.  Not helping anyone.  Perhaps sometime I will feel the need to waste my time and talk about the HOW THE HECK DID THAT GET PUBLISHED “FALLEN ANGEL”…. but not today.

         I am into this fourth dimension.  I can’t say how EACH PERSON can find it in the music.  I don’t know if you ever felt/saw/tasted/heard/smelled/sensed it before! 

         This is not “wow they played so great it was like it was over too fast…” no this experience is quite another and it is where all the fear is.  It is where the creation of monsters never existing in our defensive souls sending cold chills down spines, instead of gentle old hedgerow bustles!  What is the problem with something sort of different happening to our senses that it has to be claimed by some order of some sect of some faith of something that either finds FOR or AGAINST?

         It is mere behavior and expectation.  It goes on non-stop, it is the whole gig to do it more traditionally.  If you talk to guitar players they have this love for him but few wish to even remotely attempt to play as Page does LIVE.  It would be stupid, you would have to BE HIM to play those things. 
 

         It would be giving someone else’s fingerprints.  Can’t do it.  And there is so much more I can tell you about more specific things in the music if you can knock down what’s remaining of the wall that will not accept you are not hearing something chartable as beautiful…. What is beautiful is the entire interaction and it’s ultimate outlets of profound change in one’s way of perceiving the illusion.

         ILLUSION IS NOT OTHERWORDLY….it may seem that way, and it is not easy to accept that some of it is not as illusion as a commercial magician does… and is truly the will in control of their environment.  I know of few to none who can do so for a period of a time that was notable.

         But then time is on the table here….

         Over the Hills and Far Away… a song with soaring delicate beauty, an out and out buttault on the senses when you were just sort of falling into a calm lull?  There is a way of holding a note just… well again we talk of an algorithm and there IS NOT ONE, I have written on that before.  Time is abstracted… each moment you think you have a good measurement for on your insides?  Check again, or please don’t!  It is the extra buzz, it is all natural, and only making it EVIL is there any evil in it at all!  Good will is all that is required, and that is available… just so much less DRAMA than acrimony?  Seems a damned dumb reason to proliferate … falsehoods…

         Opening with THE IMMIGRANT SONG was an inspired choice… there is an out of play solo in it which is not even paying any attention to the tempo… a tempo that isn’t messing around, it is stomping soldiers…

         But there is someone playing in another dimension… out of time, now mowed down… Very tricky and very innate to him, perhaps that is the only way in which he might have used this gift in a socially acceptable way! 

         And get a decent paycheck. 

         If these “MYSTICAL AND SECRET” tags remain on this music, on this man I fear he will not find the road is getting easier.  He knows it is not.  And his own inability to say..

         And there are at least FOUR distinct teams vying for CONTROL OF SCARY PERCEPTION… and at least ONE FOURTH of those think Jimmy is the devil… or the antichrist… yep… helpful all this smoke and mirrors… the real power of our consciousness is so profound, why franchise it, or even try to find another’s way of using it?  Is that not why we distinguish as individuals? 

         So when Page says “in the stars” and “mystical configuration”?  He should be saying… “good plan, perfectly executed, though I was unsure of the plan at the start of it…” 

         Now that means not able to be recreated in a lab, so why say things like “mystical configuration”? DO WE HAVE TO TALK ALL SPOOKY?  Aren’t we showing a little less than love to have ourselves be FEARED for the access or simple awareness of this power?

         It’s what brings the weirdos out of the woodwork to take you on like you actually can threaten their FAITH by saying “SO HOW DID YOU FIND THIS FAITH?” and MEANING IT!

         It is part of my journey to ask this. 

         It is part of my role in the world (HEY MY PARTICLES ARE SCREAMING THIS TO ME) to take the mystic out of magic.  I don’t really care what letters you use, it’s too confusing to me to use something I learned to type fast spelled that way.  I don’t give one rats buttocks how that is received.

         Truth is, you should really take a … whatever it is you need to take but it shouldn’t need to be chemical… and listen to these live shows… listen to the way they are one little part of the larger work of your system.

         Allow yourself to be uncomfortable for a minute and chase that crazy dragon suited fellow down the rabbit hole… see what is there inside you… you might find you don’t mind you at all?

         Society is ready to stop acting like manipulations of nature’s odd and sometimes confounding way is not really bizarre and that things that are THAT bizarre?  Are just boloney! 

         Take the ride… you can always scurry back?

         And hey, being born with it in you is not so odd as one might believe.  We are all slayers… chosen my ass… this thing we know as eternal truth?

         Belongs to everyone, and if they wanna learn the secret handshake?  I guess they can.  BUT DON’T CALL IT SECRET… just it is YOURS… that is the whole of the law I think I heard somewhere…

Please don’t lose the love, or it has no real meaning at all…

LYRIC FROM MY FICTIONAL BAND

BEN ZEPHYRUS OFF OF THE VAUNTED

“SECOND BEN ZEPHYRUS”

What Is Not Is What IS

Presented to me by a goddess

Brought to the edge of a cliff

I asked her to show me tomorrow

She said that she could not grant me this

We talked about why I could be there

Seemingly up and suspended in air…

She said I was being very simple minded

To see her as only right there

But I listened to feel

All things she could show

And I felt the new feelings

In my very soul

She taught me how to hold time aloft

I would never know just how to

Do without

Before I could control the moments

Tragedy hit my whole way

I wanted to fight with what could be

But I had to live life just this way

I want to know how it is happening

That what was and what are what is

I want to take something from right now

And this something is what this song is

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Part of my trick is in some alarm that the moments I have lost are in sound way not found...