Saturday, May 30, 2015


Quoting two LA rockers from the early 80's:  David Lee Roth "I hear all these songs about falling in love and falling out of love, so I decided to write a song about robbing a liquor store"; Frank Zappa "One can be assured that a love song will be much more popular than a song about celery".  Arlo Guthrie has compared song writing to fishing.  Some you catch, some get away, and some you wish you had let go.  Finally, Holst said "Never compose anything until you can not compose it".
 To me, art is about being creative.  Creativity relies on the intent of the creator.  If an artist creates something new, that the artist has never seen, heard or heard of, then it is art.  Creating something new van take years, or minutes, depending on the inspiration and perseverance of the artist.  There are no limits to creativity other than the restrictions placed on the artist from within the mind of the artist.  Inspirations can come from any source.  Books, movies, events, interpersonal relationships, bad days, food, ect.
I have recently become ill, and I am in need of a certain medical procedure.  It's an interesting procedure that I will be asleep for, and will find out what is next on the agenda after the all of the results are in.  As far as the procedure, it takes one day at home to prepare for it.  So in the name of artistic creativity, I decided to do a piece of music for it. "Music to accompany a colonoscopy prep" is almost complete.

#38 title

I have titles for all of the tracks.  I can't decide on the album title.  I don't know if it will be "Someday you just won't wake up", "A Portrait of Death" or "Sore Loser at Ping Pong.". Suggestions or comments are appreciated.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Someday you just won't wake up

I'm finally finished with disc #38.  Seven months.  I haven't spent this much time on one disc since I began Oenyaw ten years ago.  18 tracks, the theme, as the title states, is a humorous side of dying.  Ironically, I have been sick the entire time I've been working on this disc.  It took a long time to come up with the titles, and I was looking at a DVD of a movie, and the scene titles fit perfectly.  I cut a few tracks out, added a few more, edited half the tracks, I didn't think it would end.  I need to catch up on putting the covers and tracks up soon.  Late night, so TTFN.

Sunday, May 10, 2015


Much to do.  Finish #38.  Work on work.  Can I do an album tomorrow?  Challenge!

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

TV 2015

I hate television.  I'm not kidding.  I stopped watching tv 40 years ago and I've enjoyed every minute of it.  When I travel, I'm in a hotel room, it's the only thing I have to occupy my time, and usually after two days, I'm happy I stopped so long ago.  The weird thing about it is that the most of the programming has never changed.  It's no wonder that the country is brain dead.  I'm going to read another book.  Goodnight.  BTW, o would really like to know who in Turkey, France, Poland and China are reading this.  Please leave a comment sometime.

Monday, May 4, 2015


I just realized that I haven't written about any of my music for nearly two years.  Strangely enough, but no surprise, this coincides with when I began my career as a dietary manager.  I've got a lot of catching up to do.  On the Oenaw site,, there are four more albums.  "Excuse Me While I Talk To God", "Waiting For The Mortician, Or Someone Like Him" (subtitled "Open Mic Night at the Vogoon Poetry Club"), "Conspiracy Therapy", and "Typee".  The website was redone by Jeremy Tyre, of whom I can't express my appreciation and gratitude enough.  "Excuse me..." is what I called a soundtrack for an impossible movie.  Not the traditional Oenyaw. Midi compositions, synthesizers, drum tracks, ext.  "Waiting..." goes even further, containing short wave radio transmissions, samples, different instruments and even a speach by fearless leader.  "Conspiracy Therapy" is 8 hours of noise, short wave radio leftovers I couldn't help but doing something with.  "Typee" is traditional Oenyaw, based on the Herman Melville novel.
There are three more that haven't made it to the site yet. "Visions from the Ancient Gallery" contains more synth and midi's and is roughly correlated with William Blake poetry.  "Conversations With Apollo", is traditionally Oenyaw as well as the newly finished and for some reason incredibly difficult to finish #38 which still doesn't have a title.  I've considered many humorous variations about death, but it just doesn't seem to be working.  Maybe I should consider  rebirth as a theme instead.

Here I go again

 I may be taking Oenyaw to the next level.   I saw The Who last week for the first time.  I was watching Pete Townsend play guitar and thought "Anyone who thinks they can do that is an arrogant, disillusioned idiot.".  This is after seeing Paul McCartney in October.  Last night, the ultimate view of rock'n'roll, a TV commercial with Ringo Starr selling shoes.
I read a book a couple of years ago which stated that the term "rock" as in you rock me, as well as "rock and roll" was synonymous with the word "fuck".  This means that every time you see a slogan with the term rock, you can replace it with the word fuck, and  it doesn't change anything.  So, "old people rock", "kids rock", "Jesus rocks", "conservative republicans who attend mega churches and hate gays lesbians blacks Hispanics advocate the sale of handguns and purposefully run over turtles crossing the road rock" can be changed to say, well, you get the idea.
All this brings me to an exciting way to begin marketing Oenyaw, or I should say myself, is the proud proclamation "Oenyaw doesn't rock."  I woke up this morning, ate my breakfast, watched some educational show with some guy singing a rocking song about going barefoot, "Let your feet be free" and thought "enough."
Basically, after  finishing my 38th mega album (the term I am now using for my mp3 discs), is that it's time Oenyaw came out of the closet.
If you are reading this, please respond.