ROVING REPORTER RANTS
WRITING ABOUT MYSTICS, SPIRITUAL QUESTS, GNOSTIC GOSPELS, REALIZATION (FOUNDATION EXPERIENCE) MYSTERIES INVESTIGATED, REPORTS ON THE WEIRD AND THE STRANGE,THE SAVAGE AND INANE; STAYING IN THE ZONE, OVERCOMING REPRESSIONS OF ALL KINDS - HUMOUR WHENEVER POSSIBLE...TO PENETRATE THE THIN MEMBRANE INTO THE EXISTENCE OF A DEEPER AND DARKER REALITY AND REPORT BACK TO YOU.
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
"UP UP UP" - JOHNNY ROCK AND THE MAINSTREET BAND
A song I wrote for my mother (God Bless her) many seasons ago.
Sunday, February 21, 2021
PHRASES FROM CALYPSO, STORIES WHERE I GREW UP
My father had about 57 sawmills. Then he went to a famous clinic (Mayo + Layhe)... WAS TOLD HE'D BE DEAD IN A YEAR.
(Maybe a warm climate would help... and no more 16 hours a day working --- with a nerve disease.)
So he knew some people, including the Atorney General of Jamaica. So that's where he went to purchase land and buy a house - some place with sun, where they had all sorts of fruit, and the best excellent rum...
He flew to Jamaica
Met a mad landowner
They got along fine
When the shotguns were put down
They said, "Hello."
I want some land here don't cha know
You wanta build a subdivision
I'll get you a new vision
When the houuse was built
He invited people down from the north
He took them to floorshows...
And at six I had to go
I really didn't mind
At six - what a great great time
With sexual innuendo
On stage, together with Calypso
I learned a lot more than that... The stories that the singers told; and the rhythms in the hips
of the backup singer-dancers ... taught me how to
roll.
much more to come
(C)2021 by wILLIAM MILNE.
Wednesday, February 10, 2021
STANDING UP
house in the middle of a 33 acre field... long dirt driveway, etc. etc. I was working in Bill Davis's law firm in Brampton... Tho once he was Premier he had to disassociate himself from the firm... Did a lot of real estate in those days, but I digress. I spent many long hours by myself in this amazing place with a 2 story stone wall, huge hearth.... Hell, if you swallowed some hallucinogen and started reading Shakespeare in the place beside this tall stone structure --- you thought you were THERE in the play... and you got to know the characters (people) who were like neighbours... ...But I digress.
I wrote some of my best songs there in that atmosphere of drama, solitude, and loneliness. I'd go and sit on a stump in the middle of the field and start to write. I wrote COLD, COLD, COLD there, and also: "HYMN TO PAN DIONYSUS" I also wrote, "NO REST FOR THE INNOCENT", a song I'm still trying to find. None of these songs are short songs. But I make no apologies for this. They are all exceptional songs. I say this in all modesty...Ha! Ha!
At any rate, here's one version of COLD, COLD, COLD, which I like, especially with Peter Rowland's guitar solo... tho I think the song otta really be produced in 2/4. More on this later.
(C)1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock Corporation. All rights reserved.
This song is not just me dicking around with my own songs --- this song is about the North and about the nature of Canada.
It's easy to see why I say this... when you see the landscape, visit the small towns, and hear the words.
The song is bigger than I am, and was always meant to be.
(C) 1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock corporation. All rights reserved.Band got... to recording an pop record. These guys were jazz players, so they had no problems with the complex rhythms. With my hard-edged cracking rhythm guitar set on treble, the pop song idea went out the window.
Especially with that taste of Jamaica in the rhythms. Anyway, I like the song... unpretentious. The song says what it means and means what it says. At any rate, it's not so serious!
(C) 2017 by W.G. Milne All rights reserved.
Hope you like it. P. Rowland lead Guitar. KLGE cover art. W.G.Milne singerhouse in the middle of a 33 acre field... long dirt driveway, etc. etc. I was working in Bill Davis's law firm in Brampton... Tho once he was Premier he had to disassociate himself from the firm... Did a lot of real estate in those days, but I digress. I spent many long hours by myself in this amazing place with a 2 story stone wall, huge hearth.... Hell, if you swallowed some hallucinogen and started reading Shakespeare in the place beside this tall stone structure --- you thought you were THERE in the play... and you got to know the characters (people) who were like neighbours... ...But I digress.
I wrote some of my best songs there in that atmosphere of drama, solitude, and loneliness. I'd go and sit on a stump in the middle of the field and start to write. I wrote COLD, COLD, COLD there, and also: "HYMN TO PAN DIONYSUS" I also wrote, "NO REST FOR THE INNOCENT", a song I'm still trying to find. None of these songs are short songs. But I make no apologies for this. They are all exceptional songs. I say this in all modesty...Ha! Ha!
At any rate, here's one version of COLD, COLD, COLD, which I like, especially with Peter Rowland's guitar solo... tho I think the song otta really be produced in 2/4. More on this later.
(C)1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock Corporation. All rights reserved.
This song is not just me dicking around with my own songs --- this song is about the North and about the nature of Canada.
It's easy to see why I say this... when you see the landscape, visit the small towns, and hear the words.
The song is bigger than I am, and was always meant to be.
(C) 1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock corporation. All rights reserved.
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
JUST LIKE THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA - Johnny Rock and the Angels
This is A SONG THAT COOKS, but you'll have to intuit the drums, the echo the lead guitar intertwining with the wailing harmonica. Even as is, I love this song. Because it gives me an idea of what can be.
(C)1990-2017 by W.G. MilneThis is one of my favs of the songs I wrote - but it needs quite a bit of production. The harmonica has to wail away into the echoing distance. (No echo here...& my voice is crimped as if I sang this song in a closet. JUST LIKE THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA. This is A SONG THAT COOKS, but you'll have to intuit the drums, the echo the lead guitar intertwining with the wailing harmonica. Even as is, I love this song. Because it gives me an idea of what can be.
(C)1990-2017 by W.G. Milne
Wednesday, January 27, 2021
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
BUILDING THE HUT
I BUILT it 1973-1975.. My dad walked up to it with me some years before he died. And he died in 1978. I was going to build it north of Highway 63 and north of the train tracks, then he said: “Why don’t you build it on family land?”
I was saying to him, “I’m not interested in business.” That must have annoyed him, for he sold the “family land” to a company about to be formed. So I had to get involved in the company and bought a share. Then I restricted the number of other shareholders involved, so I still had some control.
I lived in the hut through two winters, stoking the woodstove – with no electricity or media.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Friday, January 15, 2021
OUTPOST IN THE DEEP NORTH
HANK'S TALE
Half my family died in a bomb blast LAst week.
So I took this job here - only to discover that my boss, the editor of the Paper had died - in what seems a very strange manner.
The newspaper has closed it's doors, I'm not sure why... The stories I'm hearing are too bizarre, so I'm renting a window and desk space upstairs at Artie's bar, which I'm told never closes.
My window looks out over the Main Lane, which is rarely busy. The inhabitants of this place hit the bar at any hour. I hear shouts, racous laughter from the bar below...and the occasional shotgun blast - the only sounds in this village above the great McKenzie River. All else is silence. And the cawing of ravens and crows... Then more silence.
Thursday, January 14, 2021
TAKE YOUR JAM OFF THE TABLE
Take your jam off the table
And that foreign marmalade
Take it all, if you are able
And lay it in a lonesome grave
Lay it with the pictures
You always used to save
The pictures of your boyfriend
And the faces that he made
I LEFT my door wide open
Out into the ran
I thought I could close it long ago
But I've never been the same
Your eyes are young and lovely
Yor rivers are shining blue
Lately I've heard the stories
They've been telling on you
None of them are true
(these stories)
None of them are true
They're not sories of you
Take your eyes off the sunset
That screams into the night
Take your mind off those cigarettes
You smoke with all your might
What the priest in the churches
didn't tell you
Or the headlines in the smoke
Amid rumours of gossip and war
From minds that have lost their hope
There's a place that's for you
On that further shore
You can end your lonesome journey
to the truth
Right by your kitchen door
Take your jam off the table
Keep it set for two
I'll put a light in your window
I'll wait there for you.
(C)1990 by William Milne
Saturday, January 9, 2021
THERE IS ONE TIME BEYOND ALL TIME
There is one time beyond all time that contains this history;
There is one mind beyond reason
or rhyme
that tastes this mystery:
"I am he who is beyond all names,
who sees beyond time or place;
"I am He who is of the same
The Same attained to me, and I realized it:
My own Identity, beyond names.
I am He who was before my
forefathers came to be."
There is one mind beyond reason
or rhyme
that tastes this mystery:
"I am he who is beyond all names,
who sees beyond time or place;
"I am He who is of the same
The Same attained to me, and I realized it:
My own Identity, beyond names.
I am He who was before my
forefathers came to be."
SPECIES CAN DREAM
HOWEVER MUCH you pay us - a dollar or a dime
With mountains above us or with a stream,
We're the ony species who can stand
And laugh and cry at the same time
...And dream.
(C)2021 by W.G. Milne
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