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Iain Mclennan: THOUGHTS/NEWS/TRIVIA

THANKS - 5 May 2008

I've just got to say thanks to all who remind me this: When in trouble. Don't run toward it. Run for help. If your doing this, keep doing so until you find a connection. There are many with letters after their names.

Perhaps the more letters = Less Life Experience. Many are thinkers. Full of ideas yet replicate over and over what has gone before.. for some reason the thought to become interested in your thoughts and ideas is a natural one. No one can fake the genuine article unless you let them perceive what you know both makes them feel comfortable, free of responsibility and the Major-Gauge=CONTROL.

DON'T FORGET

If someone in the name of ADULT/Friend/Lover is dangling carrots. Offering only to remove. Accusing. Questioning. If they ask you how to fix the mess they have created. Be very careful. I correct myself I mean more Careless and Aware.

I hope you weave and wangle throughout the turmoil created by the external/people/bullies.

Remember "Sticks and Stones may break my bones. But words will never hurt me?."

What a load of bullshit. A MYTH... Obviously Sticks and Stones will cause some damage. Damage you can see. Prove exist. Even which angle and by which implement may or may have not been used.

Who sees the emotional rips & scars. Constantly re opened over a Lifetime. You may get ill. All sorts of signs are well recognised World Wide.

You don't learn this stuff from a book. So, regardless of the Music, the more I discover, the more alone I become. The positive? Keep walking as there are many ahead to find and learn from.

Yep, "it's a long way to the shop if you want (another) Mcl) sausage roll."

Cheers to Fears,

Iain

Miracles - 26 April 2008

How can you describe such a thing. An unknown. Isn't a Miracle some sort of enlightenment perhaps? Thinking to myself as one generally does. A Miracle is the end result of shifting attitudes. Digging your way out from a seemingly bottomless pit. Surviving. A Miracle, to me feels more like being relieved of some burden. Found a way through.

"It's a Miracle. A Miracle!" In those who view the end result it seems to me that the event against all perceived odds diminishes the fact that some thing or one has been displaced and fought tooth and nail every doubt, experience, dream or reality to hit top soil. These are purely thoughts. How many times have you been drawn to the known in complete blind faith. When the time comes... you know how long the journey has been . To move in any direction there's a toll. Not money. Time.

Keep digging, especially when you recognise "The Broken Reality" Gulliver Smith, kept me thinking for many years as bit by bit the reality and pure joy of existing pushes you further upwards. Many sleep. So be very quiet, as just above you is more light than ever seen. To me it's a Miracle (an end result.. no science. No normalising or equalising please. Just pop your head up through the soil and take it in.

We all paint on the same Canvas. Perhaps the end result will be a Miracle. What's that word or those words? Peace & Love? To me... that's Random. Thanks for reminding me kids.

Cheers,

Iain

PS: Sometimes, the cheese you cut sustains you. Cheese is known to go off.

Just a thought...

Shoot - 18 April 2008

Ok, this may have been thought of many times. Knowing full well that Man, in his kindness must have Wars, Kill, Maim, Rip off & Rape?

We are subject to constant War. The War/Experience in Life. Internalise, a defence of sorts will at some stage when you need every ounce of self to remain balanced. Each to his or her own See-Saw. In hope the other is not planning to remove themselves at a moment of vulnerability, IE: when at a our highest peak. The See-Saw at it's highest peak, excitement and laughter and that sense of security are removed as support jumps off in laughter as we fall to Earth. Our trust and hopes kicked. To the entertainment of those who constantly dismember you. Precisely at the time you are offered the choice of Living to discover your own happiness. A happiness based on trust, Not forgetting to return for another helping at some other moment.

Over the last seven years I've been studying Law & Psychology. On Line in my time. No degree or letters will be issued & legally my studies/re education won't be recognised. Thankfully. As I am a Musician. Investigation involves the knowledge & truisms of the Human Race. Race we we do do. Comparing. Judging. Withholding. Betraying. Coercing and last but not least... Loving. Some over time reduce the burden by investigating themselves before assuming their judgement or view is the one & only .. (complete with blinkers). A little narrow in my view. A self delusion as to measure oneself with anothers supposed weaknesses is hardly an equation, equal, minus or plus.; to the sum. Knowing this diminishes any doubt or questioning you may have within yourself. Opinions flurish. Gossip carefully re reported. Edited in self serving glory.

Sorry, the word, is either heard too often or not at all. A convenient time to withhold once again or relinquish any responsibility. Few may take in the impact of remarks, off handed slurs delivered to all & sundry. Though important we all are. So precious are we that defense and attack become one and the same. A war within to present the without. My last few comments allude to my own war. Each and all have the war within. To deny experience would be foolish. Each his or her own experience. Knowing the rules is paramount. Keeping the rules a secret? If you don't know... be well aware there may be a new experience about to entertain us, thought & "The Experience." Words, like Mathematics become secrets and are used to elevate power in the name of Money and our favourite, hidden wicked thoughts. Wicked?

Test your wickedness. Present an illusion that is acceptable in anothers mind ..... anothers mind. Sub Plot. Creative thinking gone haywire in the name of survival. Expose the nerve. Not surprisingly the war within is constantly at war without. Without the knowledge of experience, we can only choose one track. A choice. Not all tracks lead to the same place. We all get to a place. What remains is consumed with relish. For what? Gratuity. Look what I did. Therefore I am..... What? Time in continuum. Your moment on Earth. Work. Consumed articles & the Big Hope To Grope. A large amount of Money.

In my experience. When a time came, a problem. We see this all the time. A coin or note being placed in tin cups. Donation. When someone offers to help. There is no thought involved. A natural action. Usually from someone who has little in way of finance. But spirit beyond the very concept of Money.

Perhaps the aim is to present a friendly target to those in the know. Let them take aim and shoot. Not with a Gun. Oh no. It's far too easy.

Each person to be issued with a high calibre, self loading, self timing in fact all on Auto. No thought. No opportunity to question or pace the rhythm. I'm running with this as I can see it as both tragic and humorous.

Shoot. Click. Return fire. Shoot. Click. Both have fired on Auto. Rapid explosions of light burnt to film.

The catch is. After each has shot his or her quota. They must now down their weapons. Remove the unexposed cartridge and proceed to a "Critics Assessment Room." Palace, if you will. Each Critic has experienced and survived to guide and give another point of view. Like it or loathe it. All shots fired are exposed. Those who have captured the moment of dance in a moment. Balanced. Breathing on the page. Are then judged by the dowers in live. Not the un-doers. Get my drift? A perfect, Artistic race. All willing to share the ups and downs of Life.

Think about it. We maybe here and now. For some reason everyone has become so self conscious, to me it fees like we have returned to the 50's. However all is presented in colour. No light. No shade. In your face. I'm up. Your not.

Why subscribe to such a waste of thought when to do after the thought takes and can not do without action. Into the Arena. Take your picture. But look very carefully at what it is you have frozen on paper. Inscribed on your mind. To remember. Knowing full well, there is no fear in taking action as we can observe and agree. It was the best at that moment. We don't own. We observe and take notes. Get bored. Get out. Meet. Speak and if, just if a common experience is found with another? Take your shot first. Of the living breathing.

Breathing is a shared experience as we all know with each breath that we are together equally in our understanding.. This is but a moment of existence. If you feel you may get another chance, fine.

For me, to repeat the movie in the name of living is not the track I, if it were my place to choose, possibly......... I'd keep writing.

With each shot we take another is being taken. To withhold your image is a waste, As perhaps, one day you may not be able to see it

As they say... "There's a Book. A wealth of experience. In each. Time to re load. Take Aim and fire a bunch of experiences in Song, Imagination and kindness. If we have become indifferent to images thrown in our direction. No tears fall as we see more and more of a sub culture being exposed infinitely. Hours, seconds are gone. What remains can grow. In that we all participate regardless of any self serving, controlling, kind or otherwise. The label becomes "Over Sensitive" ... In other words. Tell them nothing, as through experience they are well aware and demanding when it comes to a Labels Description.

If you aim. Shoot well. Discover. Uncover a truth you can live with. For just a moment.

Cheers,

Iain

Serbastion's Hell - 1 April 2008

Seb was sound asleep after a massive shot of Morphine to to relieve a severe Migraine. Woken by the loving voice of a trusted elder. Seb hears the words "get up, we'll be late for the Dentist. So what thought Seb, barely able stand after not only the Migraine but the shot to contain.

However up he got and fell into the cold shower. The Dentist? he thought, after 3 days of seeing things as the light pieced painfully through open Curtains. In no condition to go anywhere Seb slipped back into Dream Time. Bang Bang! upon his door and the demand to bring his Duffle Coat as it was 29 degrees and by the tone of voice Seb got the message.

The heat became intolerable. Throat swollen and barely breathing, Seb sat dreaming unaware of what was coming. "Do your top button up', was the new command. Hostile and ugly. No comfort or nurture. Fools expect you to do as they say as they expose their pathetic and cruel nature. Sadistic commands and belittling remarks.

The impact of the full fisted blow to Sebs face broke five bones in his face . Recover? Seb never did nor will recover and the broken bones remain painful physically & mentally to this day.

From that day Seb's view of the World and those who inhabit it changed forever. All security was diminished. All feelings of safety and trust gone as Blood dripped a constant yet numb reminder of how a control freak could stoop so low

There was no apology or it seemed regret as this overweight tub of Lard stopped, did a U_Turn and began to backtrack.

It felt like days had passed as Seb's eyesight faded into another dream.

Years later I bumped in my good friend.

In his eyes was such pain and confusion it left me speechless. Asking how he was and had been doing Seb answered: "Nothing. Nothing at all."

It was true. When I first met my friend, it was on. Gifted and charming and hell of a funny guy. New exactly what he wanted to do and set about it to the astonishment of those who tend to judge intelligence by numbers. Well below par were they in the Brain Department. Devoid of any original thought or insight.

I still see my friend. He no longer sees himself as a worthy person. So broken in spirit by those who felt so threatened by this man. Relentlessly they set about to destroy any life force.

I love my friend as friends do. Needless to say, i have no feeling or interest in those who threatened, bullied and criticised him. In days of of old those who supposedly cared and loved and were responsible would be dealt with instantly. As to their cowardly and shallow care to present to Society their normality and compassion.

Hardly sad in any way regarding their demise, Seb is regaining himself. Both a pleasure and pain to watch as they say..... "Time waits for no man."

Don't let anyone try to control you with games. Especially Money as in itself it is harmless. In the hands of those who seek to control it's a Time Bomb. In others a chance to help those less fortunate.

Hold on to your self esteem and get away as quickly as possible as you are not safe from those who want what they don't and have no right to posses. Life after life? Heaven & Hell? My friend is Heaven yet wears a private Hell. Unforgivable and certainly a waste. As there was so much more to come and be left for all to enjoy.

On another note I shall be out of action for approx a month. Carpal Tunnel problems have struck my right hand. Finances have dried up. Time marches on as somehow we hold onto our dreams as those who can don't and those who cannot pitch in with support and good will.

Cheers,

Iain

HARRY CONNIC JR & BIG BAND/Iain Mclennan/Oinkmuse/Review - 25 March 2008

I'm sure I was dreaming. The weather was clear. The Harbour grew like the Sun as darkness covered Circular Key.

Somewhere, Harry Connick was preparing for the show. Doing whatever. He & the band warming to the one & a half hours chance to hit the zone.

The tickets a gift from a dear friend who knows my love of Big Band and perhaps in some way new this may be the last chance to see another of the greats.

Hopeless me sitting still at any concert. My routine is so geared towards the Night. Equipment... etc.. Gigs. To actually go to a show is a big one.

Our seats were above stage right box b. A direct line of sight to the show.

Lights up. Band wanders on and of course Harry, relaxed & focused. A quiet thank-you and into that mystery of what will be. I love his style of piano playing. Percussive. An animal. Untamed after years of trainers & Teachers hands. Sound wise, the piano sounded excellent. Still, the acoustics in the Main Hall remain another entity and the place takes on a Boxed Sound. More slap & reverb as walls reflect etc. Connick made brief mention of this. Let it go and got on with the music.

The show was dynamic and carefully slung together. Some of the finest musicians on the planet, blowing in front of you can be life affirming. Lift you to another place. As that's where you tend to go as a musician. That place where every day living, pain especially, dissipate as the Brain starts pumping extreme amounts of adrenaline into your system. To level you out, in come the Endorphins. Allowing you to utilise the energy and allow your body to extend further. For Drummers in particular these Chemicals can be a nightmare. A tempo can become a horse race as the body naturally responds unless disciplined. My way of gauging this was to watch myself in my mind. As if to step away for a bit and let the body relax. Everything then moves into another zone. I imagine it's like the pain threshold all sports people, especially long distance runners are adept at channelling this pain until they hit the other side. Earlier I mentioned that prior to the Encore, Harry started to find that other place in his character. The acerbic wit and my intuition tells me a chance for him to get a little closer to people. Thoughts popped in and out. Commenting as he strolled across stage on how happy he was with his new hair gel. A throw away and of course you like the guy even more.

The voice I'd only heard on cd. Live, it sounded better. Phrasing is punctuated with bops, call outs. Anything that allows Harry the chance to get further out and into the Music. The Band are so tight. I mean Tight as in blowing or strictly arranged parts. usually leading into an impro as the band had a chance to get rolling.

The man is gifted with so many traits. His humour comes in fits and cycles as the serious & ridiculous collide in his mind. His thoughts may have been spoken on many occasions. Yet you felt all was new and fresh. Each newly punctuated, re invented with some neurotic, self depreciating thought or gesture.

Most of the crowd wanted to party. Let that New Orleans Spirit take over for a while. I was with them. Unfortunately my foot tapping, supported by thousands of others was not appropriate for a lady sitting in front of me. I got the Shhhh treatment. I felt the Black cloud rising but ultimately I thought; "let her suffer." Poor thing, especially with that monstrous Road Smash of a Hair Style. Like the Tower Of Pizza, I wondered who or what lived inside. She just couldn't enjoy herself.

Harry? He really let's it out. Wants the interaction. The feedback and cheek that make each night something unique and special. As if he's waiting until the crowd warm and settle back.

Harry Connick plays it all. Generous and respectful to a band to kill for.

Talking to the crowd about this and that and before the final number he let go. This is the part of HC I like to see. The sense of the ridiculous is maintained. His sense of self, well in place as he "jutht goeth thow Craaazy". A sense of.. hey?! I'm just getting up... come on , let's party. A couple of People were leaving as he spoke, left of stage. A classic remark and he was in Stand Up Mode. He may well have been exhausted, yet I felt this guy could go all night.

The Band shone. Dynamically beautiful with a Horn section, which at times reminded me of the Late Great Buddy Rich_ Big Band. The driving power of a Big-band is it's Dynamics. The punches of Brass & Rhythm. The pure force and articulation.

The Musicians, like all good players, all had a character which HC spot lighted on occasions.

THE BAND MEMBERS.

HARRY CONNICK, JR.... piano, vocals

NED GOOLD.... alto saxophone.

JERRY WELDON.... tenor saxophone

DAVE SCHUMACHER.... baritone saxophone

ROGER INGRAM.... trumpet

BIJORN WATSON.... trumpet

MARK BRAUD.... trumpet

JEFF BUSH.... trombone

DION TUCKER.... trombone

JOE BARATI.... bass trombone

NEIL CAINE.... bass

ARTHUR LATIN.... drums and the wonderful LUCIEN BARBARIN.... trombone & percussion. Plus a feature spot. Some great dancing and a beautiful voice.

What a night (See Pics) and as I thought, just the inspiration I needed to get my act together and get this Studio where i want it. Get on with the Music.

Thanks Harry & such a Band.

Of course thanks to Michael Coppel and Harry Connic's Manager: Anne Marie Wilkins for bringing the show to town.

Cheers to all,

Iain

PS: Not forgetting all the Crew..

"Always Nice To See" - 21 March 2008

L15 December 2006
LESLILE LIMBURN

Hi ..Ian MClennan?? the origianl Mondo rock drummer..?? i recently for the first time got to see Mondo rock at the Countdown concert and at Souths Junior earlier this month..was a great night..great songs ..great playing..i grew up in the NT in the 70s and 80s and missed out on seeing a lot of great aussie bands...apart from Skyhooks who came to Alice Spring in 1976..that was a great night..but i had all the records and tapes of em'..an one of themn was a true classic..''Primal park'' by Mondo rock..this also coincided with me learning to play the bass..and the amount of time i must have spent learning the bass line to ''Question time''''Searching for my baby'' !!! and the other songs on that lp..a great rythmn section of yourself and Simon Gylles..i recently put some of those songs onto my Mp3 player and lstent to em' on the way to work on the train...classic stuff.. id like to say a thank you to yrself ..Ross and the outer guys that made up that band at that time..Mondo rock Mk 2 might have had the big hits..but the Primal Park one was for the me the greatest..

best regards..

Leslie

''they'll be draggin' the river..oh no..searching for my baby''

"Seems So Conservative" - 20 March 2008

Don't know about you but for some time now the overwhelming feeling of repression, same old news stories with a lot more violent content.

Very few live venues. Which is kind of odd as people are doing the Cafe' thing a lot more. After six... seven, almost a ghost town as people are still arriving home after two hours in traffic.

I guess my point is, there are plenty of Venues that could do with some live music. Saying that, there is a strong new breed of band getting gigs at local watering holes. Hopefully, that will continue.

I can't honestly believe people are going to stay home for Star watching. Or are they?

Sydney has always had it's click. It's Jazz haunts, all but gone. The Basement, I played many times with Sun. Roger Framton, Serge Emrol... not sure of the spelling. Ze Duck as Horst Liepolt our manager would call them (Galapagos Duck) played regularly as did so many of our great jazz players.

My original trip to Melbourne was purely for work. The rock scene in Vic was really strong. Very fond memories.

If things change, I'll be surprised yet, where there are people... you can't beat live music. The more the merrier. We'll see. First of all I have to get the Studio back together before I lose my gum-nuts. Driving me crazy not being able to add a few finishing touches to the album.

Time will tell, as they say...

Cheers,

Iain

Harry Connick Jnr.. A last chance - 6 March 2008

The ball seemed to have a mind of it's own. Not only was it flying at head high level. It stayed at that level until I heard SIX!... as I'd crunched that ball. It's inner becoming it's outer.

Willow & Cane. A Cricket Bat. Nothing to do with physical strength as such. More to do with Timing. As in any Sport, timing is everything. To be prepared and able to use it too your advantage can be easily diminished by over analysis and Technique. Golf. The perfect example.

Like Music and Life itself both require a lot of silent work day & night to even get close to allowing the Natural gift of Timing to take you to that next level.

Harry Connic Jnr is arriving in Australia this month with his twelve piece band.

I missed the Big Band Era. Don't know what this era is... as to me the Twenties. Jazz. The Clubs were all happening.

Juke Joints. Sweaty and Black, a band hot as hell burning to the accompaniment of Glassed Shouts, Women being thrown about (Dancing) amongst and above all this a haze of smoke. Through which light would be distorted. Images became a blur of life in action. The raw power of a bunch of guys getting it on is beyond words. Not volume as such, more the Dynamics of the band working as one. Connic knows his stuff and thank God subscribes to the subject of individual performance. Frank Zappa did the same thing. Both write for the players individual style. With plenty of room to move. My favourite quote is in regard to playing a song the same way day in day out is "Why paint the same painting over and over. Every day the same." Harry pushes the band because he wants to be pushed back double. No challenges.. no fun.

The
Band are exceptional. A mixture of readers. Non readers all with feel and dynamics. Reminds me very much of "The Funk Brothers". Communication and humour. Fun when you hit that 110%. To me, the most serious fun in the World. Yep, I'm lucky enough to have been given two tickets to see the show.. the musicians. Mostly from New Orleans and some of the best in the World.

I'll tell you a secret. Some how I will find a way to talk to all if not some of the players. Another lesson in survival. Mistakes and Living in that place. That special place where our dreams are reality.

They are your reality.... if you allow them..

Thankfully, I've settled after my last tirade and stomp. Feeling massively passive.

My thoughts today are like most days. Musically related. All well and good thinking and most important, to be ready. At any time out of the blue. The phone will jingle & clank our attention. Remember.... this is the call to answer. Like that Cricket Ball that defied gravity with such a gently action. So too are dreams. We can defy gravity. We can jump and return. There's no fall if you are on top of your game. As you may know from experience that few have the patience & survival instincts that allow you to devote that place to an inexplicable love. Well you may dream. First you must act. It can get a little glib at times watching the passing parade. Look into the Sky.... all will be fine.....

Cheers,

Iain

PoP Goes The Classic... - 26 February 2008

I have an acoustic engineer coming on monday. I don't want any money. I'm not going over what I previously said re my thoughts on the danger of giving money away. It's not a time to play. Only will it bring division and nonsense, which has been well noted by the professional support who know me well. I had to earn this support. I paid with experience. Why would I be concerned with money. Grants have very rigid conditions which have no place in the creative. professional arena. Professional players like myself. Fully aware they will not be supported by the "Norm" are only too aware of being,shall we say on a fluctuating income/non come. Money and platitudes mean nothing to any artist. If it comes your way, well and good. It does not represent success. Professional players are well aware of the publics obsession with glamour and success. There are far to many people playing instruments they perhaps have not got a clue and have no place in the field. Have not earned their place. Worse still... they cannot and will never understand. To devote your life to that which forever challenges you knowing full well there will be no public or established reward is a choice. Money is of no consequence. Obviously you see me through the eyes of those who cannot in their mind understand in their judgement how a so called uneducated person can do such a thing. To play one instrument is one thing. To compose and express in any genre playing each instrument as intended is to be a rare bird. A consummate musician.. ORIGIN late Middle English (as an adjective in the sense [completed, accomplished] ): from Latin consummat- ‘brought to completion,’ from the verb consummare, from con- ‘altogether’ + summa ‘sum total,’ feminine of summus ‘highest, supreme.’Musician/composer/performer/engineer/producer/arranger/mic tech/ and find the division. If intelligence needs approval. Some majestic god must surely be he or her. An entity who has experienced the doing, Taken the risk to present a form of art to the public. They however underestimate the artist by assuming anything is created for us. Music remains the place for those who can do at the expense of the average, who cannot. Classical music is supposedly to some, a higher than you appreciation Society. Rules are implemented to control natural responses such as clapping. A false illusion subscribed to by those who may observe though do not see nor hear. You cannot replicate originality as to be original is to make many mistakes, only then to become receptive to what in my opinion is a connection beyond words. Once you have the technique to articulate via an instrument? Forget it or subscribe to what is written in the assumption you are expressing what the composer intended. Much classical music is pop music. Child like melodies that require no work by the listener. More than likely composed to entertain than express. Of course paid well and welcomed as an entertainment. Shhhhh...sh!!!! as someone bound and gagged attempts to intimidate. Being bound in ties, collars. Suits cut to fit all shapes and sizes rustle as a head turns and stares murderously at the poor ignorant for clapping in their appreciation. The Artist, well aware he or she is interpreting another's work will feel the honesty and milk the ignorant. Today , such original talent is condemned for appearance sake. Nigel Kennedy is well aware of the sub plot in his search to be challenged and excited. Cream is not good in vast amounts for the body and soul. The cream may rise to the top and be consumed heartily by the ignorant. Only to confirm their gullibility. If you listen to Rachmaninov |räkˈmänənôf; rə kh ˈmänyinəf|
Rachmaninov, Sergei (Vasilevich)(1873–1943), Russian composer and pianist, resident in the U.S. from 1917. Part of the Russian romantic tradition, he is primarily known for his compositions for piano. Read Dostoiovsky you are required to work. To think. If you want to get serious about who is and who isn't. Perhaps you have to re evaluate your place in a Free thinking World. As vision so narrow, questioning becomes a far too difficult endeavour to pursue. To be entertained is your place. If you don't see the point or hear the message. Who cares. If you're very lucky at some stage you may be backed into a corner with no option than to fight your way out.

To all in each and every battle, question or confusion. I wish you well. In the hope you may pass the message on. Not cling to an assumption. Question those who do. Forget the rest...

Good luck to us all.

"HONK!!!!" THE FUCKING LIGHT IS GREEN.. YOU FUCKING PRICK!!

back to reality..

Cheers,

Iain

People & Music - 18 February 2008

On Christmas Day I went for my usual wander. About a Mile and a half all up. My Studio continues to grow as I build new sound rooms. Ie: The main purpose of course is to create as many pockets into which an individual may feel at ease re acoustics etc.

As I was walking (this happens every day) it felt as if I were dissolving. A little fragile, yet totally at ease...
Above me is a thick roof of Gum Trees. Like a huge Cavern. Like that peace we sometimes find driving home from a gig. Window open. Car sounds so quiet. Like a satisfying gig. There are no words to explain.

Back to my walk... Standing amongst these massive beauties. Gazing upward into the darkness. Cricks & Cracking sounds made as a Lizard or bird foraged for breaky.

From behind I heard "Hey Mista!?" to which I turned to see a young family... complete with Four Wheel Drive Baby Carriages. Dad, in Lycra running gear (Picture a Man wrapped in bulging Lycra. Looking closer to a B&D participant after a solid thrashing, wrack Work. Not that I'd know about such proclivities?) this bloke could have filled a Lake as he dripped sweat.

Mum. Jeans. Slim taught & terrific.

"HEY MISTAAaaaaa?!"...

From where I was standing I could see them. However, they couldn't see me as I stood in relative darkness.

I walked forward to see this young bloke with some form of Neurone Disease as he swaggered and twitched his way toward me calling......

"Hey Mister, are you Tim Finn?".

I thought Huckleberry Finn & Huckleberry Hound Dorg. Before I could answer he put his arms around me.

He said .. "Thank you. I see red too."

These things happen to me often. As you well know, I am not Tim. At that moment however, I was whoever this man wanted. I watched as he stilted up the track. I could barely see as tears flooded from a seemingly endless Damn. As I write a powerful energy/emotion takes me instantly back.

I kept walking toward the Ocean.


Had to write... ran back home and bang- out came melody, rhythm, words & chords. The Piano roared as I belted out a couple of swamp type grooves. Two new songs. A gift from that Man. Such is Life...
People & Music.

Since I originally sent this to Tim. I have now found that this man is close to being Blind.

We all walk our own track. Nice to be reminded of the power of Human communication and especially Music.

Cheers,

Iain

Someone's not telling Anyone about Anything. - 17 January 2008

I retrieved an old track of mine as far as Publishing is concerned only recently. All well and good however not after many years of being shifted through many Publishing Companies.

I was not informed of any such arrangement and generally wonder where any royalties have gone and to whom.

The Album is to be released on CD for the first time. Officially that is. It's available both in Australia & USA on CD. For a price that is. I think the $AUS is around $49.00. Available in it's original form Vinyl, Cassette or CD.

Apart from these sales? Who keeps a record of what? Who distributes any royalties? Both writers and performance? Finally, who or what is profiteering from any sales?

. Surely, it's easy to do some serious thinking about who's getting rich in this community and at whose expense?

Not much in the mood for chatter. Keeping the wolf from the door tends to undermine any counterattack when it comes to writing. Sure, it's one man's opinion. How many have similar questions that seem to have no plausible answer if you are lucky enough to be offered one.

When I first asked for advice. As I really was angry as I had no explanation whatsoever given to me and no mention of a back log of royalties. $1_$10.00? I don't care. Just like to know. Wouldn't you?

Yes, in answer to Jamie and Christi's question. Always take care of your songs. Your thought's or imaginings. Intellectual Copyright may or may not be a help. NOTE: IT'S AVAILABLE. You can read until all you see is dots as the business of music is not something I am up on. There must be some placement of trust somewhere between artist and management. Some common understanding which has more to do with "Gut" than anything else.

The point I'm making is clear. Know exactly where, what for, from whom, delivered by, signed by the delivered sender asap. There you have it. The Business of music is wrapped and still as unknown as ever.

In many ways I hope it stays this way.

To me, it's such a simple thing to pass on what is due to each individual. To perhaps be thought of some kind of fool or form of stepping stone. So well planned by experience that somewhere there has to be some form of underestimation going on as to who is entitled to what.

I don't think I've actually read a story in these last few years relating to Airplay, Performance Royalties. In fact it seems we are so embroiled in Idolatry Worship that those age old "Star Discovery" shows are becoming the Nightmare of our Society. Is it so important to simply be seen on TV giving a high five after you have won a "New Perceptive Device" normally located on the shoulders.

Don't get the wrong idea as none of the above really concerns me anymore. It's only served to put collectively in it's box. Two words that come from a vast dichotomy of numbers. Books and funny looks are:.....

MUSIC & BUSINESS. Please tell me the incongruity isn't in the Spelling? That one cannot exist without the other? I'd like to see a bunch of well healed number crunches' get in front of a seething audience and deliver a power greater than the sum of any man.

Of course, you are correct in saying how much this business has changed. So has every other Business It's called predicting rises and falls based on gambling techniques (with a slice of pie on the side) on consumer trends and fancies. They don't really need any of the rubbish you advertise in rags all of which are read feverishly by all and sundry.

Most all & sundry can simply pay a photographer and place an add in the appropriate column to create some vapid interest or illusion of beauty, talent,arrest sheets, shooting and general fuck upping.

As they...

Man... that's Random...

Cheers,

Iain

Here We Go Again - 26 December 2007

As I write, the traffic sounds ghostly as people begin returning from holidays. Many hitting the sales early. Kind of double jeopardy as more cash and credit are as if free willed, fly from wallets, hands.

Sign Here. All, I guess are planning on saving next years Christmas outpouring.

I hope your Christmas was cool & happy as 2008 almost crawls from 2007's hopeful fruition. All year has seemed so ridiculously fast.

Sloth mode. A chance to sit back and remember the year and plan, ponder or simply go on.

Boxing Day for me was so relaxing. Watched TV for the first time in ages. To find myself numbly watching Whales hauled up huge unearthly looking ramps of steal and blood. I have no understanding of any research proposed of any value by slaughtering such a higher being than any of us. Yea, I know that those who care do what they can do. Don't blame it all on the Japanese..... Do a Google on Minki+Whaling+Policy+USA and see what you shall see. That which is not reported. A World of secrets, pay-back policies, greed and manipulation. Nothing new as history tells us repeatedly that Man+Kind does not = Mankind. The equation is more an Individual Moral Code. To the point of Mythical as each individual is not necessarily ruled by "The Law" but their own sense of what's fair, moral etc. To think we must have laws to protect the innocent when the majority of people wouldn't even consider violence, terror or bullying. Or would they? A minority of quite ill people, either elected by the people of course make or are instructed to make decisions the rest of us are to adhere. You either subscribe to this or not. We have the so called freedom of choice. A word of words by no means. To me it's a cycle that spins out of control throughout our lifetime.

A huge wheel. Rolling. Gathering momentum until control is not at hand. After many punishing collisions with the Earth itself, the Cycle ends. What follows? Another Cycle. My concern is after many years of so called "Free-wheeling", discovering the Myths delivered to us as children. Despite the internal feeling of discomfort, choice was limited. Intelligence underestimated or cock about.

With that thought, if in fact it makes any sense... we carry on. I look forward to 2008 in hope there may be some new challenge or concept that allows us as individuals to be truly free.

Cheers, as here we go again,

Iain

Hey DAD? - 18 December 2007

Hey Mum also of course. Funny how these words enter as Christmas looms upon us all.

I love the spirit of Christmas... however, if you haven't sold millions of copies of an album, the "Hey DAD?" Can send you into a Credit Panic.

$500AUS doesn't sound like much and basically it is not.

"How much is the iPod with TV, Power Steering plus the free give away.. A Block of Land in Whoop Whoop. Nothing wrong with Whoop Whoop by the way. I have visited many a time. Made me so happy to find no where, U-Turn, Accelerator to the floor as the dust settles as if a Mirage.

Yes, it's a fine road that leads you home despite the odd side road. Why is that a distraction? I am almost programmed to find out what is at the end of any dirt road. If you're a bit of a car nut, there are those spots where you can test your driving skills. Not at great speed. Just 50-60 k's. Plenty of vision and space. Try a hand brake turn. For Gods sake go slowly. You would be surprised how quickly any action has to be automatic/experienced as if not you're off to the panel beater.

In Australia when we get some rain, heavy or otherwise. There seem to be a percentage of motorists who speed up, can't leave the Horn alone... perhaps somethings are left well alone whilst driving?

Happy Christmas to all. See you next year... 2008...ya got to be kidding...

I'm off in search of Dirt Roads & adventure...

Cheers,

IIain

New Links - 14 December 2007

I've been meaning to add several links to some diverse products such as Tea, Car Restoration BMW 2002 Models 1973 & 1974. Mainly as the people who service my 2002 BIMMERTECH, are rebuilding a 1973 BMW 2002. Anyone aware of a FIVE SPEED MANUAL GEAR BOX for sale, let me know asap. The roll cage has been fitted and the body is coming up beautifully. Not sure how many may be interested. It's just I like to keep the site as diverse as possible. A Guitar Shop I found in Manly. A Shop selling odds and ends including movies of the series "The Samuri" and many others.

I would hope to get this together in the next week or so. If not, those waiting will see results in the New Year.

Also I'm looking for an old HARP. Doesn't matter what condion...if it's sitting in a shed and needs a home... please contact me asap. I am also looking for a Cello and of course anything to do with Drum Kits. Anything musical in any condition I am always seeking. The hardest instrument to find in a condition playable yet affordable to date has been "The Koto" a Japanese Traditional Instrument. I have an original stand with plectrums etc... but no Koto. CHeck your sheds, see what you can find and we may come to an arrangement. Wasted to rot in a shed? Not good... May as well get them out and record them. Always a challenge and usually leads to another direction or influece in regard to writing. So easy to get bogged down in a cycle.

That it... a little add to see what's available.

Hope to hear from anyone re instruments...

Cheers

Iain

A Few Things - 14 December 2007

Yes, a few bits and pieces would be of great help.

A: If you live in Sydney Australia. Have idle time. I'm looking for a Semi Retired Builder to help in updating the Studio.

Also a labourer or anyone good at simply moving rubbish about.

Anyone who has expertese in Pro Tools LE. Is quick and reliable...All these extra things arte mounting up. So it's time to find some help.

Financially we can work something out re points on the album. Full Credits and a chance to help me capture what I need. If you'd like to be involved in new film clips as extras. It's a lot of fun

Once the studio is back in order... totally refurbished as the more space I can create by going further under the house and segmenting small Isolation Booths for percussion. Act instruments. What ever reaslly. Sometimes you want to push an amp hard but can't contain the spill as the volume needed is 11. Straight into a small isolation cabinet to tone the spill down and there you are driving a ten watt speaker to the edge. Just when it starts to break up. So... there's plenty to do.

If you want to become involved feel free to email me at oinkmese@oinkmuse.com

PS:Also looking for Waves Platinum Pack if anyone has one for sale. I use Mac G5 Power PC i. It's a real pain as the original Bundled Software doesn't run on OS X 10.3 any longer due to updating to LE 7.3. They were stable tools I used on "Faith" as they are one of the highest quality software maufactureres.

I also need a Power Mac (Intel) to test Pro Tools and Live applications . All eqipment to be used by Oinkmuse Only.

Might sound a little crazy in this day and age. I have always used Macs . With the boom in iPod sales and extras, the iPhone about to be released. There's nothing like the real thing being used with regualar tips & tricks or problems.

So, once again Mac will receive this post. Nothing like a personal review.

With the new album to be released around Feb_March I'm also dropping the price of "FAITH" to $12.50 AUS. To obtain a copy for this price.. simply email me at oinkmuse@oinkmuse with Cheque, Money order. Later on I'll add a Paypal Facility.

The extras that will come with the CD? A copy of the Film Clip for "Rock Me" and for those early enough a FREE Copy of my last album "MAUVE".

Individually wrapped for Chrismas, signed and dated.
Each package will also include a special surprise gift. (NOT BLOODY STEAK KNIVES")

As I mentioned above, if you are available to assist, you will be fed well in a relaxed environment. The work is not hard. Four to six hands are better than two.

To all who have been of support this year I thank you. A special thanks to Wendy Rudin as such enthusiasmm and support rare quality when it comes to radio. Leon Hart from Ambertech. Scotty. Steve from Wicked Digital and all those whose patience goes beyond the call of duty when it comes to answering my non stop questions. A special thanks to Richard Hundy for all over the year. Next year Richard. I don't know how we'll do it but do it we shall. I pray I remain patient and focussed and you all have a Happy Christmas.

I'll see you next year...

Cheers,

Iain

Here It Comes - 4 December 2007

Feel the vibe? The Bells, Trees... the whole bit is on again for young and old. Notice they never include "The Middle"... just the young and old.

So what do we do? Hang about children twice our size and.... yea yea, It's a beautiful thing. I imagine that's why so many simply lose it over this coming season of merriment.

The lights are up as if to represent a taste of what's to come.

Talking about taste, I had the pleasure of tripping over a pair of "Glugs?" These things are leathal once they get hold of you.. Yep... I was Glugged. Wasn't long before a tantrum erupted behind me. It seems a child refused to wear her Glugs. "Mummy... they hurrrt...!" That was it .. Mum went ape .. through the Glugs to the ground and bundled her lot into one of those HUGE bloody four wheel drive Urban Evacuation Units.

I Know this must be really booting your day along. But it's those little things that forever lodge in your memory for some reason, Perhaps a part of inner history running in and out pf your mind when least expected, Not that Glugs are going to feature highly in my life. They shall remain a trigger to another life. Another time. There are so many thoughts to chose from, yet subconsciously only one usually remains a conscious one.

The Studio is in an interesting way. Cement floors almost about to be completed. Then on with it.

This year has been like a strange dream. A real test as to whether to kind of ease up a bit. However, that is not an option I could live up to. Music certainly is a huge force in all aspects of life. For me, the fact that sales don't go nuts etc is important on one hand yet can become all absorbing and a little closed. I'm not a great three minute song writer as I tend to go off on tangents depending how the song grows. Seems to me from listening to so much commercial radio playlists we long to hear that familiar hit after hit from when I was a kid. IPod and Garage Band really have made a huge impact on the indie artist or in fact anyone who can get something up and going. Perhaps a new breed of animal rock band. The issue seems to be centred around live gigs. As usual, your connection to test and break songs in or chuck 'em. Australian Audiences are very on... If you ain't... you're in big trouble.

People aren't going to stay home in front of a flat screen forever. You just have to get away. More venues. More people out & about with a roaring band on every pub corner. It's impossible not to draw attention as far as I can tell we are starved of out of the home live entertainment.

I hope to see a dramatic change as it's almost complacent. Perhaps it just doesn't matter. When I go I hope I'm belting out some blues rave at the time.

Cheers you & yours,

Iain

It Has Been some Time.. - 12 November 2007

I thought long and hard about replacing the Mixing Room Floor. I simply wanted a load of Cement leveled and four brick wall filled & plastered... Well, I got most of that but not the said floors... Hoped I'd never have to do this again.... put it this way... the Builders have left the building with cash in hand. Meanwhile that cash.... ahhhh... forget it... Bit like that, kind of up and down.


I am excited about finishing the re build. As I understand more about sound and how it constantly bounces on a resposive surface. So: All said and done it's not a bad place to begine.

After opening up the doors again & tearing down a lot of unecessary material from the roof and walls, the whole place has a new dimension. Very much the same as when I began. Lively, but with a few mid range and bass Absorbers all sound problems would be almost diminished. So we'll see as I give it another go. Hopefully with some good worKers to keep me on the right track...

No other significant news. I've set up a Mini Studio. Believe it or not it's probably the best thing I did.

Open. Airy... but devoid of reflections or Bass bulid ups around the room. The most important thing to me was to enhance what we had as opposed to re creating a fake environment.

It sounds good where I mix and doesn't get messy in the Mids or Bass as I move to the centre of the room. Basically, a flat curve to work with. No bumps or overidden booms from the Bass or Bass Drum.. Bass Absorbers should take care of all that. Move stuff around 'til it feels right. Get your sound happening. Dry and in your face. Let the room work for you...

That's what I've been drawing mainly. Which has taught me a hell of a lot about the basics of sound etc. Somehow I absorb what they're saying but by no way do I concider myself knowledgeble or really want to be overly concerned with Data. Music will do it hands down. If the band is happening. The groove is tight... you can wack one Microphone up and away you go...

It's got me thumpin' now. Kind of an up Swamp Groove... Little bit of Poke salad Annie....

Cheers,

Iain

The Universe As A HolOgram - 15 October 2007

Does Objective Reality Exist, or is the Universe a Phantasm?

Parts of the following text can be attributed to Michael Talbott
El universo como un holograma.

In 1982 a remarkable event took place. At the University of Paris a research team led by physicist Alain Aspect performed what may turn out to be one of the most important experiments of the 20th century. You did not hear about it on the evening news. In fact, unless you are in the habit of reading scientific journals you probably have never even heard Aspect's name, though there are some who believe his discovery may change the face of science.

Aspect and his team discovered that under certain circumstances subatomic particles such as electrons are able to instantaneously communicate with each other regardless of the distance separating them. It doesn't matter whether they are 10 feet or 10 billion miles apart.

Somehow each particle always seems to know what the other is doing. The problem with this feat is that it violates Einstein's long-held tenet that no communication can travel faster than the speed of light. Since traveling faster than the speed of light is tantamount to breaking the time barrier, this daunting prospect has caused some physicists to try to come up with elaborate ways to explain away Aspect's findings. But it has inspired others to offer even more radical explanations.

University of London physicist David Bohm, for example, believes Aspect's findings imply that objective reality does not exist, that despite its apparent solidity the universe is at heart a phantasm, a gigantic and splendidly detailed hologram

To understand why Bohm makes this startling assertion, one must first understand a little about holograms. A hologram is a three-dimensional photograph made with the aid of a laser. To make a hologram, the object to be photographed is first bathed in the light of a laser beam. Then a second laser beam is bounced off the reflected light of the first and the resulting interference pattern (the area where the two laser beams commingle) is captured on film. When the film is developed, it looks like a meaningless swirl of light and dark lines. But as soon as the developed film is illuminated by another laser beam, a three-dimensional image of the original object appears.

The three-dimensionality of such images is not the only remarkable characteristic of holograms. If a hologram of a rose is cut in half and then illuminated by a laser, each half will still be found to contain the entire image of the rose. Indeed, even if the halves are divided again, each snippet of film will always be found to contain a smaller but intact version of the original image. Unlike normal photographs, every part of a hologram contains all the information possessed by the whole.

The "whole in every part" nature of a hologram provides us with an entirely new way of understanding organization and order. For most of its history, Western science has labored under the bias that the best way to understand a physical phenomenon, whether a frog or an atom, is to dissect it and study its respective parts. A hologram teaches us that some things in the universe may not lend themselves to this approach. If we try to take apart something constructed holographically, we will not get the pieces of which it is made, we will only get smaller wholes.

This insight suggested to Bohm another way of understanding Aspect's discovery. Bohm believes the reason subatomic particles are able to remain in contact with one another regardless of the distance separating them is not because they are sending some sort of mysterious signal back and forth, but because their separateness is an illusion. He argues that at some deeper level of reality such particles are not individual entities, but are actually extensions of the same fundamental something.

To enable people to better visualize what he means, Bohm offers the following illustration. Imagine an aquarium containing a fish. Imagine also that you are unable to see the aquarium directly and your knowledge about it and what it contains comes from two television cameras, one directed at the aquarium's front and the other directed at its side. As you stare at the two television monitors, you might assume that the fish on each of the screens are separate entities. After all, because the cameras are set at different angles, each of the images will be slightly different. But as you continue to watch the two fish, you will eventually become aware that there is a certain relationship between them. When one turns, the other also makes a slightly different but corresponding turn; when one faces the front, the other always faces toward the side. If you remain unaware of the full scope of the situation, you might even conclude that the fish must be instantaneously communicating with one another, but this is clearly not the case.

This, says Bohm, is precisely what is going on between the subatomic particles in Aspect's experiment. According to Bohm, the apparent faster-than-light connection between subatomic particles is really telling us that there is a deeper level of reality we are not privy to, a more complex dimension beyond our own that is analogous to the aquarium. And, he adds, we view objects such as subatomic particles as separate from one another because we are seeing only a portion of their reality. Such particles are not separate "parts", but facets of a deeper and more underlying unity that is ultimately as holographic and indivisible as the previously mentioned rose. And since everything in physical reality is comprised of these "eidolons", the universe is itself a projection, ahologram.

In addition to its phantomlike nature, such a universe would possess other rather startling features. If the apparent separateness of subatomic particles is illusory, it means that at a deeper level of reality all things in the universe are infinitely interconnected. The electrons in a carbon atom in the human brain are connected to the subatomic particles that comprise every salmon that swims, every heart that beats, and every star that shimmers in the sky. Everything interpenetrates everything, and although human nature may seek to categorize and pigeonhole and subdivide, the various phenomena of the universe, all apportionments are of necessity artificial and all of nature is ultimately a seamless web.

Although Bohm concedes that we have no way of knowing what else might lie hidden in the superhologram, he does venture to say that we have no reason to assume it does not contain more. Or as he puts it, perhaps the superholographic level of reality is a "mere stage" beyond which lies "an infinity of further development".

Bohm is not the only researcher who has found evidence that the universe is a hologram. Working independently in the field of brain research, Stanford neurophysiologist Karl Pribram has also become persuaded of the holographic nature of reality. Pribram was drawn to the holographic model by the puzzle of how and where memories are stored in the brain. For decades numerous studies have shown that rather than being confined to a specific location, memories are dispersed throughout the brain.

In a series of landmark experiments in the 1920s, brain scientist Karl Lashley found that no matter what portion of a rat's brain he removed he was unable to eradicate its memory of how to perform complex tasks it had learned prior to surgery. The only problem was that no one was able to come up with a mechanism that might explain this curious "whole in every part" nature of memory storage.

Then in the 1960s Pribram encountered the concept of holography and realized he had found the explanation brain scientists had been looking for. Pribram believes memories are encoded not in neurons, or small groupings of neurons, but in patterns of nerve impulses that crisscross the entire brain in the same way that patterns of laser light interference crisscross the entire area of a piece of film containing a holographic image. In other words, Pribram believes the brain is itself a hologram.

Pribram's theory also explains how the human brain can store so many memories in so little space. It has been estimated that the human brain has the capacity to memorize something on the order of 10 billion bits of information during the average human lifetime (or roughly the same amount of information contained in five sets of the Encyclopaedia Britannica).

Similarly, it has been discovered that in addition to their other capabilities holograms possess an astounding capacity for information storage --simply by changing the angle at which the two lasers strike a piece of photographic film, it is possible to record many different images on the same surface. It has been demonstrated that one cubic centimeter of film can hold as many as 10 billion bits of information.

Our uncanny ability to quickly retrieve whatever information we need from the enormous store of our memories becomes more understandable if the brain functions according to holographic principles. If a friend asks you to tell him what comes to mind when he says the word "zebra", you do not have to clumsily sort back through some gigantic and cerebral alphabetic file to arrive at an answer. Instead, associations like "striped", "horselike", and "animal native to Africa" all pop into your head instantly. Indeed, one of the most amazing things about the human thinking process is that every piece of information seems instantly cross- correlated with every other piece of information--another feature intrinsic to the hologram. Because every portion of a hologram is infinitely interconnected with every other portion, it is perhaps nature's supreme example of a cross-correlated system.

The storage of memory is not the only neurophysiological puzzle that becomes more tractable in light of Pribram's holographic model of the brain. Another is how the brain is able to translate the avalanche of frequencies it receives via the senses (light frequencies, sound frequencies, and so on) into the concrete world of our perceptions.

E ncoding and decoding frequencies is precisely what a hologram does best. Just as a hologram functions as a sort of lens, a translating device able to convert an apparently meaningless blur of frequencies into a coherent image, Pribram believes the brain also comprises a lens and uses holographic principles to mathematically convert the frequencies it receives through the senses into the inner world of our perceptions.

This, says Bohm, is precisely what is going on between the subatomic particles in Aspect's experiment.

According to Bohm, the apparent faster-than-light connection between subatomic particles is really telling us that there is a deeper level of reality we are not privy to, a more complex dimension beyond our own that is analogous to the aquarium. And, he adds, we view objects such as subatomic particles as separate from one another because we are seeing only a portion of their reality.

Bohm is not the only researcher who has found evidence that the universe is a hologram. Working independently in the field of brain research, Standford neurophysiologist Karl Pribram has also become persuaded of the holographic nature of reality.

Pribram was drawn to the holographic model by the puzzle of how and where memories are stored in the brain. For decades numerous studies have shown that rather than being confined to a specific location, memories are dispersed throughout the brain.

In a series of landmark experiments in the 1920s, brain scientist Karl Lashley found that no matter what portion of a rat's brain he removed he was unable to eradicate its memory of how to perform complex tasks it had learned prior to surgery. The only problem was that no one was able to come up with a mechanism that might explain this curious "whole in every part" nature of memory storage.

Then in the 1960s Pribram encountered the concept of holography and realized he had found the explanation brain scientists had been looking for. Pribram believes memories are encoded not in neurons, or small groupings of neurons, but in patterns of nerve impulses that crisscross the entire brain in the same way that patterns of laser light interference crisscross the entire area of a piece of film containing a holographic image. In other words, Pribram believes the brain is itself a hologram.

Pribram's theory also explains how the human brain can store so many memories in so little space. It has been estimated that the human brain has the capacity to memorize something on the order of 10 billion bits of information during the average human lifetime (or roughly the same amount of information contained in five sets of the Encyclopaedia Britannica).

Similarly, it has been discovered that in addition to their other capabilities, holograms possess an astounding capacity for information storage--simply by changing the angle at which the two lasers strike a piece of photographic film, it is possible to record many different images on the same surface. It has been demonstrated that one cubic centimeter of film can hold as many as 10 billion bits of information.

Our uncanny ability to quickly retrieve whatever information we need from the enormous store of our memories becomes more understandable if the brain functions according to holographic principles. If a friend asks you to tell him what comes to mind when he says the word "zebra", you do not have to clumsily sort back through one gigantic and cerebral alphabetic file to arrive at an answer. Instead, associations like "striped", "horselike", and "animal native to Africa" all pop into your head instantly.

Indeed, one of the most amazing things about the human thinking process is that every piece of information seems instantly cross- correlated with every other piece of information--another feature intrinsic to the hologram. Because every portion of a hologram is infinitely interconnected with evey other portion, it is perhaps nature's supreme example of a cross-correlated system.

The storage of memory is not the only neurophysiological puzzle that becomes more tractable in light of Pribram's holographic model of the brain. Another is how the brain is able to translate the avalanche of frequencies it receives via the senses (light frequencies, sound frequencies, and so on) into the concrete world of our perceptions. Encoding and decoding frequencies is precisely what a hologram does best. Just as a hologram functions as a sort of lens, a translating device able to convert an apparently meaningless blur of frequencies into a coherent image, Pribram believes the brain also comprises a lens and uses holographic principles to mathematically convert the frequencies it receives through the senses into the inner world of our perceptions.

An impressive body of evidence suggests that the brain uses holographic principles to perform its operations. Pribram's theory, in fact, has gained increasing support among neurophysiologists.

Argentinian-Italian researcher Hugo Zucarelli recently extended the holographic model into the world of acoustic phenomena. Puzzled by the fact that humans can locate the source of sounds without moving their heads, even if they only possess hearing in one ear, Zucarelli discovered that holographic principles can explain this ability.

Zucarelli has also developed the technology of holophonic sound, a recording technique able to reproduce acoustic situations with an almost uncanny realism.

Pribram's belief that our brains mathematically construct "hard" reality by relying on input from a frequency domain has also received a good deal of experimental support.

It has been found that each of our senses is sensitive to a much broader range of frequencies than was previously suspected.

Researchers have discovered, for instance, that our visual systems are sensitive to sound frequencies, that our sense of smell is in part dependent on what are now called "cosmic frequencies", and that even the cells in our bodies are sensitive to a broad range of frequencies. Such findings suggest that it is only in the holographic domain of consciousness that such frequencies are sorted out and divided up into conventional perceptions.

But the most mind-boggling aspect of Pribram's holographic model of the brain is what happens when it is put together with Bohm's theory. For if the concreteness of the world is but a secondary reality and what is "there" is actually a holographic blur of frequencies, and if the brain is also a hologram and only selects some of the frequencies out of this blur and mathematically transforms them into sensory perceptions, what becomes of objective reality?

Put quite simply, it ceases to exist. As the religions of the East have long upheld, the material world is Maya, an illusion, and although we may think we are physical beings moving through a physical world, this too is an illusion.

We are really "receivers" floating through a kaleidoscopic sea of frequency, and what we extract from this sea and transmogrify into physical reality is but one channel from many extracted out of the superhologram.

This striking new picture of reality, the synthesis of Bohm and Pribram's views, has come to be called the holographic paradigm, and although many scientists have greeted it with skepticism, it has galvanized others. A small but growing group of researchers believe it may be the most accurate model of reality science has arrived at thus far. More than that, some believe it may solve some mysteries that have never before been explainable by science and even establish the paranormal as a part of nature.

Numerous researchers, including Bohm and Pribram, have noted that many para-psychological phenomena become much more understandable in terms of the holographic paradigm.

In a universe in which individual brains are actually indivisible portions of the greater hologram and everything is infinitely interconnected, telepathy may merely be the accessing of the holographic level.

It is obviously much easier to understand how information can travel from the mind of individual 'A' to that of individual 'B' at a far distance point and helps to understand a number of unsolved puzzles in psychology. In particular, Stanislav Grof, a founder of the field of transpersonal psychology, feels the holographic paradigm offers a model for understanding many of the baffling phenomena experienced by individuals during altered states of consciousness.

Creation - Holographic Universe
In the 1950s, while conducting research into the beliefs of LSD as a psychotherapeutic tool, Grof had one female patient who suddenly became convinced she had assumed the identity of a female of a species of prehistoric reptile. During the course of her hallucination, she not only gave a richly detailed description of what it felt like to be encapsuled in such a form, but noted that the portion of the male of the species's anatomy was a patch of colored scales on the side of its head.

What was startling to Grof was that although the woman had no prior knowledge about such things, a conversation with a zoologist later confirmed that in certain species of reptiles colored areas on the head do indeed play an important role as triggers of sexual arousal.

The woman's experience was not unique. During the course of his research, Grof encountered examples of patients regressing and identifying with virtually every species on the evolutionary tree (research findings which helped influence the man-into-ape scene in the movie Altered States). Moreover, he found that such experiences frequently contained obscure zoological details which turned out to be accurate.

Regressions into the animal kingdom were not the only puzzling psychological phenomena Grof encountered. He also had patients who appeared to tap into some sort of collective or racial unconscious. Individuals with little or no education suddenly gave detailed descriptions of Zoroastrian funerary practices and scenes from Hindu mythology. In other categories of experience, individuals gave persuasive accounts of out-of-body journeys, of precognitive glimpses of the future, of regressions into apparent past-life incarnations.

In later research, Grof found the same range of phenomena manifested in therapy sessions which did not involve the use of drugs. Because the common element in such experiences appeared to be the transcending of an individual's consciousness beyond the usual boundaries of ego and/or limitations of space and time, Grof called such manifestations "transpersonal experiences", and in the late '60s he helped found a branch of psychology called "transpersonal psychology" devoted entirely to their study.

Although Grof's newly founded Association of Transpersonal Psychology garnered a rapidly growing group of like-minded professionals and has become a respected branch of psychology, for years neither Grof or any of his colleagues were able to offer a mechanism for explaining the bizarre psychological phenomena they were witnessing. But that has changed with the advent of the holographic paradigm.

As Grof recently noted, if the mind is actually part of a continuum, a labyrinth that is connected not only to every other mind that exists or has existed, but to every atom, organism, and region in the vastness of space and time itself, the fact that it is able to occasionally make forays into the labyrinth and have transpersonal experiences no longer seems so strange.

The holographic prardigm also has implications for so-called hard sciences like biology. Keith Floyd, a psychologist at Virginia Intermont College, has pointed out that if the concreteness of reality is but a holographic illusion, it would no longer be true to say the brain produces consciousness. Rather, it is consciousness that creates the appearance of the brain -- as well as the body and everything else around us we interpret as physical.

Such a turnabout in the way we view biological structures has caused researchers to point out that medicine and our understanding of the healing process could also be transformed by the holographic paradigm. If the apparent physical structure of the body is but a holographic projection of consciousness, it becomes clear that each of us is much more responsible for our health than current medical wisdom allows. What we now view as miraculous remissions of disease may actually be due to changes in consciousness which in turn effect changes in the hologram of the body.

Similarly, controversial new healing techniques such as visualization may work so well because in the holographic domain of thought images are ultimately as real as "reality".

Even visions and experiences involving "non-ordinary" reality become explainable under the holographic paradigm. In his book "Gifts of Unknown Things," biologist Lyall Watson discribes his encounter with an Indonesian shaman woman who, by performing a ritual dance, was able to make an entire grove of trees instantly vanish into thin air. Watson relates that as he and another astonished onlooker continued to watch the woman, she caused the trees to reappear, then "click" off again and on again several times in succession.

Although current scientific understanding is incapable of explaining such events, experiences like this become more tenable if "hard" reality is only a holographic projection.

Perhaps we agree on what is "there" or "not there" because what we call consensus reality is formulated and ratified at the level of the human unconscious at which all minds are infinitely interconnected.

If this is true, it is the most profound implication of the holographic paradigm of all, for it means that experiences such as Watson's are not commonplace only because we have not programmed our minds with the beliefs that would make them so. In a holographic universe there are no limits to the extent to which we can alter the fabric of reality.

What we perceive as reality is only a canvas waiting for us to draw upon it any picture we want. Anything is possible, from bending spoons with the power of the mind to the phantasmagoric events experienced by Castaneda during his encounters with the Yaqui brujo don Juan, for magic is our birthright, no more or less miraculous than our ability to compute the reality we want when we are in our dreams.

Indeed, even our most fundamental notions about reality become suspect, for in a holographic universe, as Pribram has pointed out, even random events would have to be seen as based on holographic principles and therefore determined. Synchronicities or meaningful coincidences suddenly makes sense, and everything in reality would have to be seen as a metaphor, for even the most haphazard events would express some underlying symmetry.

Whether Bohmand Pribram's holographic paradigm becomes accepted in science or dies an ignoble death remains to be seen, but it is safe to say that it has already had an influence on the thinking of many scientists. And even if it is found that the holographic model does not provide the best explanation for the instantaneous communications that seem to be passing back and forth between subatomic particles, at the very least, as noted by Basil Hiley, a physicist at Birbeck College in London, Aspect's findings "indicate that we must be prepared to consider radically new views of reality".

Jim Keys - 15 October 2007

Jim, as many of you will know is one of our Australian Rock Legends. Fronting The Masters Apprentices.

Many a time have I seen the Masters in performance and on several occations, accompanied by Russell Morris slapped a golf ball towards that tiny hole on the green. A lot of laughs and a hell of a lot more cursing made a great walk a slap. Hence the game in many circles is fondly refered to as "Whack Fuck!" No game for the thin skinned as mentally it can tear you to shreds.

Jim has a new fight on his hands. Cancer. There are no words to describe, or sentiment to be had as Jim like so many of us is made of strong stuff. One thing I know is the power of support. Like an audience driving you on. It was not so long ago I chatted with Kevin Borich after his battle with Cancer. Thankfully Kev is another that won't lie down and remains as passionate and visible for us all to enjoy.

If you have any words of support, have enjoyed songs such as "Be What You Wanna Be" (Yea, go on SING IT...) and many others why not Google him and drop a line of support. I shall in the meantime add a direct link to The Masters & Jim's web site.

For some reason it seems Cancer is becoming more prevelant amongst our population. I did say seems... it may be the fact we live in troubled times. Are bombarded with vacuous TV & News. It maybe many things pertaining to our lifestyle. OR.... IT JUST MAY BE...

My belief is through these kind of troubles we can only be made stronger as we are being told quite firmly it's time to rest and face the mirror.

Beating a battle such as this turns you inside out. Upside down and throws you down a long shoot of rediscovery. To sustain hope and address our Lives face to face can be, to say the least the most frustrating and difficult challenge as change, modification of old well established habbits is a long, painful process.

To come through the other side battered & bruised is in my mind success in itself. Money isn't our saviour. Things over anothers fence are of no consequence.

Over this year of 2007, I came face to face with a mirror in the form of another who reminded me of how reluctant we are to change. As the habbit has become the norm. The denial well set and this wall impenetrable.

There is nothing to say or do under these circumstances as I found out. You may offer the hand of support, however you in no way can carry nor make someone do what they cannot or will not. Regardless of a life out of control, for some it's the norm to be broken, coerced, bullied until everyone around you has vanished. Everything gone. Self loathing and pity. Sure blame it on the hand that feeds you. The System. Beat that hand down until, unless something snaps there is nothing to do but remain tolerant. Let them find the depth of misery they have to find. Until, they cannot step into the ring to face the likes of Mike Tyson.

You can only share your own experience and the depth of misery you may have visited in hope they might hear a common link. Unfortunately in your own bid to help or prevent someone going down the path of no return there is more the chance you also may slide into a similar frame of mind. Constantly forgiving only to be despised and ridiculed. When one becomes so defensive that any movement, word either real or perceived as critisism can have your heart and soul ripped to the core. It's time to re group and regain your own place. The place you fought on hands and knees to return to. Yep, you got it... YOU.

If you chose to follow with the notion you are helping, you to will fall. The difference is fact. That being, the fall is far much further than the one you feel you can help.

They must fall. Let them as to be a safety net is to become more a trampoline. Each time you bounce you may attain a greater height. Upon decending you in your higher state may land not upon the trampoline... but a long and savage road to hell.

Why? We all like to help. Few of us can emotionally compete with another determined to self destruct.

It may sound cold, yet it's the most difficult action to remove yourself from harms way. Only to watch as they become and remain recidivists. As day by day to return is inevitable even after violence, War, Subversion and manipulation become an accepted way of life.

To remain compassionate is fine. To have every button pushed over and over is madness. Helps no one. Least of all yourself as you wait for some form of retaliation in the near or distant future.

One most important part of this persons pathology to be aware of is they may have no idea as to what has occured. Therebye in their minds, it never happened. Black outs. Personality separation to deal with the reality of their existence. The remorse, tears and regret is a dark space carefully tucked away so as not to take responsibilty for anything whatsoever.

Some year it has been so far. One thing and one thing only is the fact that once faced with a change when that change means life or death of yourself or others. Once faced, all fears are diminished as you are layed wide open. Nothing to hide. Those of you that have worked within toward a happier life by leaping off the cycle will understand fully. Those who have not may find these words arrogant and threatening.

I would hope not as there is no thought of getting or taking. Purely experience and moving on in hope that we all don't fall to the Myth of normal life. If you know what that is, please share your thoughts as I'm sure we all must hear each and everyone's personal opinion. Whether we agree is another thing. People don't grow old with no recollection of mistakes, the chance to learn.

Yea Life can be an absolute drag. As usual time marches on.

My point being, stand up and walk forward as a surviver. Only then can you offer a hand knowing full well at some stage you may have to let go, when push comes to shove. Enough of that.

As I've mentioned the new album can wait until next year as the old bod recuperates.

Like us all, I shall continue. Remain hopeful & optimistic. Let no one consume you with their need as inevtibly you will be disgarded in the most aggressive and ugly way.

Take care out their.

Cheers,

Iain

Funny - 21 September 2007

Over the last year or so it's become apparent to me that I'm now in an age "Bracket" of don't. If you isolate long enough in your work, the outside World. Goes and woes. Stops and starts. You know the trip, sort of done that and more attitude, simply because and don't want to repeat the experience.

On we march blindly into the day. Music never stops.At times all rational thought there's time for that later.

Letting go on the other hand is more difficult and intense.

When the interference dissipates, a calm in the tea cup. Once again we exist for the sake of existence. It's a little like having a double dose of Winter. Even the cage feels cold.

When this cold emanates from another life form it simply goes Bananas.

No news as such. Waiting for back to heel

Cheers,

Iain

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