The Passive Observer.
The Passive Observer is not interested in personal gain.
It is not interested in influencing the world.
The self is a trap, I am a prison.
Time is perception, nothing is real.
Darkness moves in without warning, slowly and confidently.
The outside and the inside are the same.
Fear is only a feeling.
Feelings are temporary.
Death is permanent.
Life is temporary.
Life is feeling.
The Active Participant.
The Active Participant wants the world.
It’s only intention is to influence everything around it self.
The self is limitless, I am God.
Time is my creation, everything is real.
Infinite white light surrounds me, instantly.
The outside and the inside are the same.
Love is everywhere.
Everyone is on my team.
Life is limitless.
Death is nothing.
Love life.
The Passive Participant.
The passive participant wants all the glory without the work.
It wants the world to love it but is not likely to do anything about it.
The self is Ego, I am nothing.
Grey stagnate clouds, nothing happens.
The inside is all there is.
Numb is the only feeling.
No one else is real.
Life is pointless.
Death is here.
Failure is imminent.
The Active Observer.
The Active Observer is always watching everything except the self.
It’s only intention is to observe and absorb as much information as it can for personal gain.
The self is nothing, you are everything.
Red and green.
The outside is all there is.
Anger turns in.
You make me who I am.
I live for you.
You don’t care for me.
Life is a dream.
I’m done. This will be the last open mic blog.
I need to spend some time just appreciating music.
When I first started this website, I wanted to get my music out to as many ears as I could.
Now I just want to play for the sake of playing.
I started this blog as a way to generate more traffic to my site, I figured no one would come to my site unless there was some dynamic content.
Now I’m less concerned with who comes to my website.
Over the last few years I’ve logged away over one hundred open mics that I’ve played.
This may seem like a lot or just a few depending on who you are.
I will still play open mics and shows and I will always continue to play music.
I’m not really going anywhere, I’m just done doing these blogs for now.
On Monday, July 23, I was at Reality Kitchen in Eugene Oregon.
I was the last one on the list, I played: “Song to the Siren” by Tim Buckley and then I moved over to the piano and played “Maybe Not” by Cat Power.
When I was playing my first song a cat came in the room and jumped up on my lap, it was purring and nuzzling against me and my guitar, at one point it shoved it self between my hand and the strings of the guitar.
This was a nice little open mic and I’ll probably check it out again in the future.
After finishing up at Reality Kitchen my friend Hans and I walked over to the Maize Lounge to play their last ever open mic.
A week later they shut their doors for good.
I’m glad that we stopped in.
Scott Austin was up right before me and Hans was right after.
I played: “Song to The Siren” by Tim Buckley, “A Letter To Elise” by The Cure, “You’re A Big Girl Now” by Bob Dylan and “Lost Words” by Me.
Later I got up and sang a song with Hans.
I’m really sad that this venue closed.
This was one of my favorite open mics I ever played.
So there you have it.
It’s not April and I’m not fooling.
This is the last.
Thanks for your support and thanks for listening.
Monday, June 25th 2012, I was at the Cornucopia Maize Lounge for the open mic.
I helped sing backup with Cris Hardy for a song.
When it was my turn I played: ”Heart & Soul/Untitled #6” by Me, “You’re A Big Girl Now” by Bob Dylan, “7 Years” by Me, ”Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd and “Baby Bitch” by Ween.
Wednesday, June 20th, I was at Mulligan’s Open Mic in Eugene Oregon.
I was there with my good friend Hans.
He took some pictures.
I was the last person on the list so I played for quite some time.
I played: “You’re A Big Girl Now” by Bob Dylan, “Ice Coffee” by Me, “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails, “Woman In Paisley” by Me, “Home” by Me, “7 Years” by Me, “Girls On Bike” by Me and “Big City” by Me.
It was kind of a slow night, Hans played a song on his fiddle that he had never played before.
He scrolled down some notes on a napkin that didn’t make any sense to me at all.
