The Good Sports and Music Art Party (GSMAP)

Note: This is an unedited first draft. Mark and Bruni and the others I mention below… truth be told… I do not know, BUT… something in the deepest part of my soul — where it’s always three o’clock in the morning — tells me that they have their hearts, heads and souls in a healthy place. That’s what we need, people like that… in lieu of career politicians. Trustworthy concerned citizns instead of self-serving people of any kind of stripe making decisions for us, inspiring us… setting a proper spiritual example grounded in love and a nurturing sense of humor. [Pause.] As I’m writing this I’m realizing that I’m mainly putting it down for Mark, Bruni, my children, Jake and Kristina for starters; I may share w select others soon. Here’s to having a fight and having a hockey game break out.

“Mom says GSMAP is too weighty, that no matter who participates you should call it the Art Party. I’ve got a better idea, Papi, a better name than both.”the author’s son, 13

“I hope those people in San Jose won’t get caught up with the ‘How’ question, Dad. I hope you can get them to see that the only important thing at the beginning is to be clear and aligned on the ‘What’ and the ‘Why’ with the way you write.” – the author’s daughter, 43

The Good Sports and Music Art Party (GSMAP)
Dedicated to the bird that Wish It Was True and Jake+ ‘unnested’ today for a fly…
by The Ox at 3am PST 11/28/13… without the slightest thought of turkeys in sight

“My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.”
— from

Looks like a blizzard to everyone. And everyone’s seeing buzzards mainly, too daunting vultures. They are not hearing the music, feeling the art… living the bounce. The loving.

You must strap yourself in. You’ve never read anything like this before, believe me. My soul is all but out of me with the serendipity of the last 72 hours. If you want more easily understandable orthographics look at the previous post, but I don’t know why writing has to be different from jazz flight. for fun. Use the acronym provided and enjoy. Politics is totally devoid of joy. I plan to completely transform the entire realm, and I am absolutely convinced that the vast majority of people will embrace the change… which they are begging for, without question. Checked out the fifth one down yet?

But first, permit me to make a crucial point. That is, that none of what’s below requires any money. And that is very much by design. I don’t have to labor over the degree to which everyone associates politics with financial backing, backroom payments under the table. How money dictates politics. Well, this project — which will create a watershed in political history — will be pulled off on a zero budget. That will require a miracle, yes. But miracles do not require any money. And people need to be reminded of that.

Allow me to emphasize that fundamental truth, which will be the very basis for the transformation I seek. MIRACLES DO NOT REQUIRE ANY MONEY.

When I talked to Mark Gray on the phone — a fellow I mentioned in the previous post — I had no idea he was the MG of… well, you’ll see below. I thought he was Bruni’s publicist period.

We all just took a quantum leap with Mark being who he is. One and all. It’s as huge as Olympus Mons, trust me. And do your emotional homework with me, which means engaging me in eyeballing, direct confrontation about what I’m about here. [Pause.] For words cannot contain what the author of The Little Prince meant when he said:

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
[Read more at ml#2J5gjrX9pAyWkbOQ.99]

Do you know who Mark is? I got a taste last night, but now that I know more about who I was agreeing with on this and that it’s like I’ve fallen silent on a peak in Darien… as per

So… we’ve gone from a Jazz Party in my mind to The Good Sports and Music Art Party… with much wider appeal. In it to win, not just for a hokey hockey brawl in the electoral arena. There’s way enough color below to cut the mustard.

1. “Governor” Gray or someone of his choice OR Mr. Five Bullets Smith
2. Bruni or Kristina Sablan
3. Sergio Romo and/or Oscar De La Hoya
4. Charlie Haden
5. Iggy Pop 910_8362486
6. Raffi Torres or one of his teammates. Or maybe the Sharks’ GM.
7. Johnny Weir or Steve Nash or Kobe or Chris Mullin.
8. Jason Collins or Brendon Ayabadejo or Carlos Santana or some member of Los Lobos
9. Angela Davis or Alice Walker or someone who loves Nina Simone [How on earth did Ken Burns totally omit her in his Jazz documentary, or did I miss a blip of her therein?]
10. Susana De Anda (not Matt Damon, for water-related reasons we should discuss).

Ah, I won’t even finish the list of a dozen or a bakers’ dozen that’s called for by Don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea. For this whole shebang has nothing to do with pushing particular politics… a point which you’ll get if you read through the TOSCA blah blah carefully enough… and then engage in Q&A.

Hey, I’m not going to sound bite this kit and caboodle. I simply want to know if you have some imagination. The kind that’s needed to counter the resignation that rules.

Again, there needs to be joy in politics. Now there is only self-serving, self-absorbed dynamics. How is that possible?, everyone asks. Via the same route that brought you onto this earth, reader. With the impetus to bring out the best in everyone, not the worst. With the belief that there’s more going on, and more that’s beautiful right around the corner to think and act positively about with grateful love.

When I first thought about writing this piece in half-sleep, I was going to title it “In Mark Larkin God’s World.” That was before I discovered who Mark was, just based on my brief phone talk with him that resonated so deeply, going with my intuition totally. I can see now that I was spot on. He had asked me a question that had to do with the daunting examples from our collective past, our previous trumped efforts to make a difference, and the Philip Larkin poem below immediately came to mind. It has to do with there being more things in heaven and earth than… well, you know what. Larkin is known for his cynicism and negative takes. First Sight, though is full of faith. Please read it like it’s 3am.

Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.

As they wait beside the ewe,
Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
Hidden round them, waiting too,
Earth’s immeasureable surprise.
They could not grasp it if they knew,
What so soon will wake and grow
Utterly unlike the snow

We can all choose to believe that there’s something utterly unlike the snow. detail&mid=041FCD21D66B78B7F941041FCD21D66B78B7F941