Special note: Manifesto for the Muddy Music Industry deserves a quick glance before you dance through what’s below. Please, heartbeats permitting.

“Some mon just deal wit’ information. An’ some mon, him deal wit’ the concept of truth. An’ den some mon deal wit’ magic. Information flow aroun’ ya, an’ truth flow right at ya. But magic, it flow t’rough ya.” — from a Jamaican “Bush Doctor” quoted in Timothy White’s Catch a Fire: The Life of Bob Marley

One Love Party
by Oxlove
Dedicated to Sylvie and all of our many, many children

I hear music and there’s no one there… I smell blossoms and the trees are bare… All day long I seem to walk on air….

I felt Bob Marley beside me, inside me
I saw Governor ‘Keb ‘Mo (or… someone free)
Smelling a Green Day in uprooted trees
[Pause.]
I heard the steps of Metallica, and my heart skipped a beat
Alicia and her children applied soul-filled heat
and Willie wound me up
As Tracy found me
No one could drown Puccini down with this new kid in town
[Pause.]
Wait for Tom who waits for no man
Wait for B.D…. yes, he will come ’round too [True!]
Bonnie and Gift of Fab Gab on Rai
All of Nashville catching a cab to be with me and you and L. Russell Brown
Jackson without jewels and Jackson with gown
Fractions of every nook and cranny in the biz
The cast of The Wiz, Ms. Gaga
and every voice in each Dungle
That’s Heaven on Earth.
[Pause.]
I became Us. And that became the U.S. after our sweet, certain deaths.

Play it again, Sammy (yes, you) Cahn blowing what you know from where you are now down with us again:
http://playingforchange.com/episodes/3/One_Love

Where is Mark Johnson when you need him?
In the spirit of Robert… and the ISB…
We could teach Bono to be free without the pomp.
We could help The Boss to change his circumstances.
Cater to Kanye to do the same. [Yeswecannotstandit, Laval Bel(le) Canto., Killer Crooner et al.]
Marry unselfish, sacred Sting from the West with the best and worst of those who get no rest!

And revive the world without Fogerty droning Gunslinger with real bullets.

For it’s a highly creative party of a very high order with (boundaries, but) no borders… this…
[Loba con Los Lobos y shuochang con El Ultimo Beso y peyote songs without acidic accents.]
and we will no longer have to wish it were true…
For me and you will take over the reins
of these unwieldy, wild horses giving us orders.

Give me more!

‘Keb ‘Mo for Governor of California (or someone who’s free) with eleven “experts” — a variety — to help navigate under the bridges we create in our very troubled waters. Without knowing him I know he could do a better job than anyone who’s ever been at the helm. For he’s not a politician. [Long pause.] He loves heavenly pleasure on earth.

Awake and Sing!

Blessings in solidarity, belief and heavenly pleasure,
Oxlove (Richard Martin Oxman) at tosca.2010@yahoo.com
P.S. Even if we lose, we win. Fail, fail again, fail again better.

Let’s reach those (Pink Floyd) dizzy heights of that dreamed of world, punch a hole in that dam (of Frank’s), and give us something to believe in… like (Paolo’s) High Hopes.