What is my soul-predicament?
You have reached a stage in the evolutionary journey of your soul where youI must flood your senses with mind-stretching experience, shocking all your basic beliefs with more complex realities.
Tell me the honest truth
The Demon called Certainty stands between you and the Garden.
What is my heroic archetype?
The Witness; The Storyteller; the Teacher
Describe my most effective evolutionary strategy
Commit to endless learning through experience. Don’t be afraid of changing your mind. Treat boredom as a Cardinal Sin.
Give me an Affirmation
Whatever I see, it’s more than that. I value questions more than answers.
What’s in my toolbox?
Into this physical world, you bring curiosity and openness. You bring a “beginner’s mind.” You are good at conversation—especially at listening and getting others to reveal their treasures.
What burden do I bear for my community?
You bear the weight of seeing the narrowness and rigidity with which people imprison their minds
Tell me of my shadow
Chattering. Squandering time through disorganization and purposelessness. Failure to commit.
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lyrics
LYRICS
Woke up this morning got a thought in my head, I dug out a pen, wrote it down on a pad
scribbled a note, drew up a scene, the words came pouring out of me
A proposition, a press release, a poem, a reminder, a string of ideas
a story about life on the brink, the whole page covered in ink
Down the street to the mailbox I went, an envelope in my hand
a letter stamped and addressed to the Department of Curiosity
From the mailbox down to the central hub, tossed in a pile and covered up
then shuffled around and sorted out, the time had come to go travelin' about
Letter of mine, letter of mine, travel the distance through layers of time
red or white or black or blue, my mission is to contact you
from state to state, land to land, a hundred times exchanging hands.
by ship, by train, by plane, by foot, your postal code will get you through.
Over the mountains, across the sea, through cities and towns when finally
a sign says on the destination door: "This address don't exist no more"
Return to sender and back in the pile, adjusting the outcome, changing the style
I'm tossing the words, licking the glue, I'm sending this one out to you
Sleet or snow, sun or rain, the message must go out again.
I send the letter to the care of curiosity living everywhere.
And now, bestowed with dinks and dents the letter gets in the whole world's hands
from the continent's heart to the edge of the coast, they all read the curiosity prose:
I want to learn what I learned and unlearn it again, find what I found and then lose it again
listen to those that I don't understand, find us all an open end
I want to wake up the past and let it sleep again, fight for a cause and surrender it then
be all the change that I possibly can, turn it all around again
Musicianship tight as an atom, music wild and roaming as the imagination of the unknown. It’s like everything and nothing I’ve ever heard, a screaming reminder that rock is rebellion and must be reinvented each time it’s played, or else it’s just pop.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015
