Cattle & Cane

Cattle & Cane just perspires with tender, tear inducing vibrational vaporized molecular vibrations. The writer hasn’t nary a clue to what lay ahead for this mostly sibling pop folk artist group. Having taken a break from looking for newer artists, it felt good to start playing around and looking for something new that seemed well enough to throw a few words out and be inspired a little by the music to do so. These vibrations make me feel and sometimes music can make me feel where just regular living is so full of distractions that feelings can be pulled in many directions by just by a few scrolls on social media. It is wild how far apart and divided many of my friends and family are on so many different valued security attachments.  Listening to music allows me to just allow all my energy into awareness of the flow and lyrics which can stir that connection between memory, heart and the tear ducts. This band brings forth some good ole emptiness, attachments and relationships that are worth being attached too.  This group from The Island (Thornaby-on-Tees )  won’t be a cup of tea for everyone, but it is a good cup never the less.  Some links to more info if interested.




This first song shared hits home here beautifully. The writer has made more than a thousand mistakes. Many more, but love is ever the wings behind the dance of peaceful contentedness. Ever so grateful for the wife and her patience with the writer’s mistake laden existence. Ever so grateful.


Let this be

The sun tickles the grass
The hum of a birds wings
A belly not hungered
Youngsters laughing in play
A cup of coffee full to the brim
Not a scab to itch or poke
An old maple rests a singer
As an old oak rests a writer
Serving without striving
Ample enough to be.
Tickled enough to see.
Let this be.


Valley of the Sun

Valley of the Sun is from my beloved state of Ohio. This stuff is not for wine sniffing bank running thugs. I suppose it could be, but I picture these creations as more of an in debt, drinking that debt misery away while banging his head against an imaginary wall type of fella stuff. Jamming his ass soreness away due to the thugs that are plowing all our back nines.  Some might just call it simply Maya.

For the few that come around, the writer has been reading more than writing. For those that blog, I still check on your creations now and then and still enjoy them, but reality has limited my computer time. The better weather has drawn me away from blogging in the past, and it seems that is happening again.  :). I appreciate your attention. It is nice to have a small audience, and I am grateful.  Thank you.

Valley of the Sun webpages





“The origins of music lie far back in the past. Music arises from Measure and is rooted in the great Oneness. The great Oneness begets the two poles; the two poles beget the power of Darkness and of Light.

“When the world is at peace, when all things are tranquil and all men obey their superiors in all their courses, then music can be perfected. When desires and passions do not turn into wrongful paths, music can be perfected. Perfect music has its cause. It arises from equilibrium. Equilibrium arises from righteousness, and righteousness arises from the meaning of the cosmos. Therefore one can speak about music only with a man who has perceived the meaning of the cosmos.

“Music is founded on the harmony between heaven and earth, on the concord of obscurity and brightness.

“Decaying states and men ripe for doom do not, of course, lack music either, but their music is not serene. Therefore, the more tempestuous the music, the more doleful are the people, the more imperiled the country, the more the sovereign declines. In this way the essence of music is lost.

“What all sacred sovereigns have loved in music was its serenity. The tyrants Giae and Jou Sin made tempestuous music. They thought loud sounds beautiful and massed effects interesting. They strove for new and rare tonal effects, for notes which no ear had ever heard hitherto. They sought to surpass each other, and overstepped all bounds.

“The cause of the degeneration of the Chu state was its invention of magic music. Such music is indeed tempestuous enough, but in truth it has departed form the essence of music. Because it has departed from the essence of real music, this music is not serene. If music is not serene, the people grumble and life is deranged. All this arises from mistaking the nature of music and seeking only tempestuous tonal effects.

“Therefore the music of a well-ordered age is calm and cheerful, and so is its government. The music of a restive age is excited and fierce, and its government is perverted. The music of a decaying state is sentimental and sad, and its government is imperiled.”

Lu Bu We