Cartoon Break

Intermission . . . cartoon break.  There are some wild cartoon's from back in the day. . . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezoKP5fgC64&t=156s

"Basement Predators" tales continued....

 Yes , , , when and if I can get ever get to podcasting (before they shut it down) I can then perhaps fill in all kinds of interesting details.  Especially related to the Spiritual angle of things that was going on at the same time that I was bumping up against the world and its/his attempted seduction. . . .

Meanwhile, I'll continue here with a few of the (many) notable points and memories. . . . 

So, during the time of dealing a bit with Browning, I was also making waves in one of the oldest in the country (biggest around town) AM talk radio stations.  There, I met Martin and wife Natasha (top prime time hosts at the time) and they were fascinated by my talk radio satirical bits I self-produced and brought into the station, which they played and I became a regular guest/feature of the whole station (guest appearing on  various other main host's shows as well (as "T-Ray: Regional Director Of the New World Order").  This was was 1990-93, although I had already submitted produced previous satirical bits which aired regularly in mid-late 80s).

I saw the future of "talk radio" . . . which, eventually turned into "creator content" podcasting.... BUT I DIGRESS...

Anyway... Natasha, Martin's exotic wife, once they heard the original music I was self-producing, said she knew Ahmet Ertegun, founder of Atlantic Records, and they wanted to introduce me.

As a young wanna-be artist pursuing a record deal, I thought, "great!"

I took them with me for one of my meetings with Browning.  

Nothing came of that meeting (as far as Martin and Natasha were concerned) but I carried on with Browning's interest.  

 I continued to be a regular and star guest/producer of satirical comedic/political bits for Martin's show for a a few years thereon, among other shows.  

I was basically JP Spears/Mark Dice/Glenn Beck/Alex Jones/Rush Limbaugh/Crowder/Phil Hendrie etc., (regarding doing heavy political comedic satire) before they were really on the scene.  BUT I was in little ol' Mormon town Salt Lake City... and so, other than being a local underground celeb... never broke out to the big time as far as talk radio is concerned, though I could have, but was more interested in doing my music.  

Well..... and finally Senator Bob Bennet's campaign advertisers during--I think around '92--finally called the station owners and threatened to pull their advertising, because my mocking, satirical political slams of HIS hypocritical ads . . . were running back-to-back--thanks, lol, to another brilliant iconoclastic libertarian talk show host at the time there, Bob Lesh, who realized and supported my subversive intents (subversive in a GOOD way--against the cabal/ corrupt system)

ANYWAY, I digress again, lol!  See?  I just need to be a guest on or have my own podcast so I can go into detail and don't have sit here typing words that get onerous for some to have to read.... 

But... I'll continue.  This is what I've got for now. . . .

Back to the music industry part.

I scored a documentary for a wealthy fellow around the time of the initial Browning era (while I was also scoring, doing all the foley, sound effects, songs, engineering for one of THE FIRST ALL DIGITIAL MOVIE SOUNDTRACKS made (Lucas Films was doing similar at the same time, but we were near close to beating them!).... It hadn't been done yet--an all digital soundtrack and editing. . . . I was the one who did it (the soundtrack part) every night... I had the keys to the studio and for weeks and weeks wrote and engineered the whole soundtrack part....  (Well and there is a whole other tale...how the studio I was working with/for and what happened to them--the brilliant, but "green" Mormon boys with some good investment money alongside Redman Movies and Stories (still in business btw), who let the whole thing collapse when the Hollywood cats came in with their seductresses and blow... BUT I DIGRESS YET AGAIN!!!! SORRY.....)

So, yeah, one of my other soundtrack clients at the time hired me to write, produce, record the songs for a vanity project of his, retelling his "recovery" story about coming out of alcoholism/debauchery . . . and finally "getting straight".  

Which I did.

When he gave me the check, he made a side chuckle comment . . . "yeah, don't worry about the surname... lol.... it's just some family stuff from back in New York."

Confused (and naïve) I said "What? What do you mean?"

He chuckled, looked away, realized I didn't catch his slightly embarrassed smirk . . . "Lucchese."

I was about 23 years.  There was no internet, obviously at the time, and I didn't get the inference... But he was basically saying he came from the Luccehese mafia crime family of New York... but that he had changed his ways . . . hence, making his personal documentary redemption video which I had just scored.....

[He was actually a sweet guy with a nice wife, living peacefully in SLC, trying to work honest, wanting to be a sort of video/tv producer]

AND, he saved my butt in Rock Springs, Colorado, when our car broke down, towing a U-Haul on the way to Florida, with my young wife and two little boys. . . . More on THAT adventure later....

Ahhh... but back to the (unsuccessful) predators all along the way. . . . 

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>>>>> Which I'll get to next... (for now, as the night wears on, I've gotta take care of Dude, one of our beloved dogs who had a pretty serious surgery... just got all the stitches out from several "mass" removals from a few weeks ago.... It's been a bloody mess... and a lot of time, keeping an eye on him so he doesn't get to the wounds.... not much sleep... lots of cleaning, washing things... constant attention... And we have Bruce, his "brother" dog vicariously suffering through all of it.... It's been an ordeal... And... meanwhile gotta keep day-laboring, painting peoples houses... bills, food, two boys/men still in the home with special needs, wife working fingers to the splits and bone keeping up the household...

 OY VEY THE INFLATION! Yet, I never am not aware of all that others are going through, so I'm not one to complain or whine--just commiserate.

It is crushing, for instance, feeling . . . the most recent horrific ASSAULT/NEGLECT in NC . . . similar to Lahaina, Acapulco, Paradise CA, and others that haven't had even that slight attention.... I see and know what's going on, and empathize, pray for, feel for--heartbroken for ALL THOSE being attacked . . . by the wicked one(s)....!)

WE also have a close one who just got word of stage 4 C . . . . 35 yr old mom, with 2 young ones... (I believe it is turbo C exacerbated by the j*b (but that's just my own suspicions--may be wrong.) 

I am well aware of the ubiquitous pain and suffering and struggle and hope by telling some old tales of mine, I do not in any way want to marginalize what else everyone is also experiencing, struggling with.  

Time may be short to share, so I'm sharing.  We'll see.  

"They", little doubt, will pull out all kinds of novel, evil, maleficent acts to continue their subversion, corruption, perversion, wickedness, and censoriousness . . . going forward.  They actually "get off" on it! . . . . I know! It is hard to comprehend that there are those who actually ENJOY and RELISH evil, cruelty, oppression etc.  (WHICH, is why they have gotten away with it for so long and continue to do so). 

The hoi poloi, "the masses" in general, just don't have the imagination or spiritual insight to realize what is going on and how diabolical and serious it (Spiritually) is. . . . 

I thank God there is A Judge . . . at the end of the day. . . .

I fear Him in a Holy way!  I love and worship Him as able, as Given to do so, which is the ultimate gift!

God willing . . . I'll carry on with some tales of "basement predators" meanwhile, fwiw.  (Well, and I'm just using the term "basement" . . . as a metaphor, obviously.  The line can be crossed on a yacht, in the attic, in the front room, in the mind , not literally just a basement--although it happens there too.

Prince said "we're not gonna let 'the elevator' bring us down" ... and by that he meant... even though he had "gone to the basement" . . . crossed the line, he regretted it and fought back against his relinquishing to the wicked one, for fame, fortune, temporary power . . .

BUT.... he finally died in an elevator.

It's real.  THEY are ruthless.  You can sing about it all the way to your grave and garner a few shekels and fame and some posters and t-shirts at the end. . . . 

It is better to NEVER cross that line, take the ticket, go to the basement--SELL YOUR SOUL for "fame and fortune".

Better to live in ignominy, or as a martyr known or unknown.   

God blesses and loves you.  He is fathomless and mysterious and yet close and personal ALL THE WAY.

More Tales From "Don't Go To The Basement"?

[forgive me... I just quick wrote this, and if I don't get it posted, it tends to languish... but I haven't had time to edit grammar and typos, so I'll recheck....and correct as needed.. But for now.. here this is.

Because it's all over the news . . . a bit more on this topic--the rites and ways of the entertainment business at the top levels.  Also, I have a family member who has landed very near that whole scene; it was a scene I worked my up to through talent, relentless creative hard work (because I am an artist, and of course, it would be nice to be compensated for creating art/music which you love to do, and will do and have always done, regardless if there is a payday or not.)  

When I wended my way, writing, producing, scoring movie/tv soundtracks (using at the time the most cutting edge digital/sampling technology--one of a few who were doing it, because it was so new, early 80s, I'm in my early 20s with wife and 2 children) . . . my first of several investors was John Browning, of Browning Arms . . . he liked my "soundscape" experimental music, but barely . . . he was an old-world elite type guy in a suit and bow-tie at 10 in the morning.... me, I was across the desk with my shoulder length rocknroll hair, rocknroll boots.. lol, it was a couple of surreal, funny meetings.  I pitched to him my philanthropic ideas (remember, I was about 22-23 years old, a bit idealistic, but also I've always seen the future of things going on in the world, before they have manifested... If I were a "playa" I could have long ago taken WORLDLY advantage of that foresight $....  BUT, I've always been more interested in and committed to--because bought and paid for by Jesus God and HIS purposes, I dare say.

Anyway, sitting there with John Browning Jr., I'm pitching my music, music video ideas 9early days of MTV)  . . . and telling him, if and when the money rolled in, then private prisons and animal rescue sanctuaries would be something to develop.  I did not realize how nefarious the "private prison" racket would be... (my idea was to actually create privately funded prisons that would REHABILITATE lovingly, Godly, the prisoners)  Re that . . . and regarding the animal sanctuary idea, he said, basically, "why would I care about that?" .... He then let me know that "they" were moving into "shale oil" ... in some part of the ocean around Australia.  I will say, he was kind enough to give me a moment of his time, several times, and DID invest a little bit into my musical creative ideas. . . . Well, and I could go on about that whole connection and how and why I even was allowed to end up there (mainly a few different family connections/legal related things...)  But bottom line (which is one of the songs "The Bottom Line" I wrote and produced via his "help" at the time  at Osmond Studios--which is about how... the "bottom line" is death--making terms and realizing . . . that for all the money, status, clout-seeking etc in this world... YOU DIE AT THE END OF THE DAY and YOU BETTER KNOW WHAT IT WAS ALL FOR!.....

Then.... I met with a dude who claimed to be one of James Brown's (illegitimate sons). . . .

That was early days.... 

I'm just recalling a few of the initial ventures into trying to "make it"... (spoiler alert: lol... I NEVER took the ticket, never "went to the basement" .... SO... I didn't "make it" ... but could have . . . several times over.)  Because I have always been focused on GOD, TRUTH . . . and very skeptical and resistant to the wiles and ways of the world.  Had no taste for that.  

But wait!  There's more! .... 

Does anyone want me to continue on with some of these tales?  It would be easier to do on a podcast, and I can fill in interesting details, if and when I can get that up and running.....

Never Took the Diddy Ticket/Basement Crawl

 [Sidenote blog related to the daily news]: 

All the revealing of the scene.  The diddy stuff.  I've alluded to it before.  I came up against it quite a few  times.  I was a young, super talented, charismatic, pretty young boy/man.  I was always having to fend off "chicken hawks", which I did, successfully, btw!  

It actually started when I was 7 or 8.  I believe I was Protected, otherwise I could have been molested, assaulted.  I never was, thank God!

I was eventually taken to a few adult parties, as a sort of token, novelty, because . . . well, was an only child, babysitters were hard to find, sooooo. take the little kid to the party .  

I remember in 6th grade, at one of the occasional parties at our house, my step-dad taught me how to mix drinks, be the bartender for a bit... it was a novelty... I mixed the party goers' drinks, they chuckled, thought it was cute... And then, (thank God nothing weird happened, and I would go off to my room to sleep, listening to the talking, laughing, music well into the night, as I drifted off to sleep, then school in the morning) my "dad" lawyer with his associates (he was a big up-and-coming lawyer, very German in his character and ways...super intelligent, not emotional, introduced me to Plato, Aristotle, logic). . . . I found out later in life that those were wild parties--not WILD wild... they were just 70's boomers, smoking weed, drinking, and perhaps doing some other stuff, but on the surface very straight-laced and professional).

Well, and then after that all the "offers" . . . from very wealthy, placed people.. which I always was repulsed by... and never "took the ticket"/"went to the basement" . . . .

Because I loved Truth and God above all--above money, fortune and fame.... I was told by the evil one(s) . . . . "you will only then be a day laborer, just working by the sweat of your brow" ...... And I said, "that sounds rough, BUT I am not going to cross that line!"  

And I didn't, and haven't.

It was obvious to me.  They want to get you into a compromised situation . . . record it all . . . then blackmail or gift bounteous $ bribes.  It's either, you are blacklisted OR . . . you have a million dollars in your bank account tomorrow.   

I said no.  I saw and rejected over and over . . . that whole play.

 I love God above all.

Tempted in all things, . . . The Lord said NO!  And did NONE!  HE IS PERFECT!

He said, if you Know and follow Me. . . so will you be tempted and tried and made the least.

I sorted through the whole assaults of The World/Devil, and said NO! to the temptations. 

"They" said . . . "ok... fine.... now your life will be hard."

And I said, "The Lord had nowhere to lay his head, how dare I expect anything more than that!"  

And I find myself grateful for every breath of life . . . and the opportunity to give comfort and blessing to THE LEAST OF THESE.

Nope (What we DON'T do is comply with casual evil)!

 I'm over here in the wilderness.... Found myself working on . . . an almost sort of . . . "last blog and testament" . . . for several days I hope not, lol, .... but, yeah it's been a rough week, let alone, year.  It hasn't let up.

BUT, I dare barely complain (well, I don't complain . . . I am grateful for every moment of life, breath and graced Love Of God . . . . . . .)  BUT .... like you I feel and am well aware of all the other suffering going on in any moment, yet each of us must needs be . . . share, for we are a communal human race.  It's in our designed nature.  SO . . . while the availability is still extant . . . fwiw, I'll share my thoughts and ongoing experience.  AND . . . I know and feel YOU have your own--just as important, meaningful, intense, real.

Been dealing with a beloved one . . . in house . . . after fairly serious surgery . . . since Monday.  It's been near minute to minute, hour to hour, watching, caring, protecting, healing . . . . . . And in these especially hard-hearted times, "they" would just as soon have ya die off--one less mouth to feed.

Nope.

Regardless of the worldly cost and time . . . a Christian--a lover of the least and all God's creatures, you find yourself taking care of others and trusting God's will in the end. We do what we can do, God strengthen us!

What we DON'T do . . . is  "c'est la vie" (leave that to the Godless, self-seeking existentialists!!!) 

Nope.  A disciple of The Master, Lord of All . . . strives to save and comfort "the least".  For we are born of, and thrive in, and long for . . . The Lord's loving sacrificial Spirit (the world be damned if it's not appreciated and recognized--which it is and will be in The End).

Whatever the cost, we love and succor and save and garnish and heal and care over life as able!

.....  ..... ......  . . . . . . . . . . .

Anyway . . . yes, I have a near short book/blog-post written up, addressing most general things current, personal, historic, and specifically related to the immediate and coming spiritual times, which I can't seem to post just yet . . . so this is, I'm surmising a prelude of sorts. . . . . fwiw... .

Not trying to oversell it!... Just saying... it's been days, amidst the triage, in the making.  

If, perchance, it were the last thing I wrote/conveyed (I wouldn't necessarily be thrilled, lol) ....BUT, I wouldn't mind it being such, such as it has gone, as I continue to hone it, and we'll see where things go.

Well, and as I said a few times lately, just a while ago, "we are in the fast moving waters" ......... 

Turns out that phrase was (sadly) poignant lately.

But there it is.

And there's more. . . .

Brace yourself.  

Pray, love and seek God above all!  (I too say, extol and pray for this to/for myself and loved ones daily!)

 

   

 

Do Not Fear, He Is Always With You

 Fast moving waters . . . we are in, as I've noted, written of, melancholily anticipated, in real time.  

We're in them, and hitting the rocky rapids, whirlpools, waterfalls.

Getting hammered from the left, from the right, inside outside, physical, material, psychological, spiritual. . . . and then some.

Bottom line, is whether you truly have faith in God or not?

We are being hit with all kinds of "total war", "asymmetrical (demonic) warfare" on all sides.  I know me and mine are . . . and I see and feel deeply for all the others that are also.

We are in a last days of new martyrs, I dare say.  Most (as usual) will die in (worldly) ignominy.  Some will be seen and known by The Remnant even in this fallen world.  Regardless . . . GOD SEES AND RECORDS AND REWARDS the least, unseen, unheard in this vaporous realm AND, we trust IS THE AUTHOR OF ALL!  So shall it be!  HIS WILL BE DONE!

Every deed, every thought, every selfless task, effort--striving to love others as one loves oneself--IS WRITTEN . . . IN THE BOOK OF LIFE>!

Take heart, take heed, stay in prayer, repentant, humble, grateful and keeping YOUR EYE SINGLE TO THE GLORY OF GOD!  For that is what it is ALL ABOUT!

And He promised and WILL reward those who love and value and serve and yearn and appreciate HIS GLORY ABOVE ALL!!!

This fleeting, fallen, corrupt world . . . will have it's end.

And those who love it more than The Lord, will find their place--what THEY wanted aside from GOD!

God bless the suffering, the penitent, the humble, the grateful, the righteous in Christ . . . the martyrs and saints through the ages, including this age.

Praise God all the way!

Do not fear!  Bless and love and hope and be strong in your faith!  Times of especial trial are upon us at last. . . .  ALSO a time for reflected glory in serving and staying true in and to His Revelation!

Most is dross, sent to the pit.  That is HIS will, so shall it be.  So it is Written.

Me? Just shouting through the din of tumult and chaos and multitudinous assaults; I dare not say "a watchman" . . . but . . . it does feel like that sometimes, finding myself piercing through the haze of war and darkness, weaknesses of my own. 

God bless you!  I pray for you.  Your prayers are felt also and deeply appreciated.  

We shall mostly feel abandoned, alone, afraid . . . the few that be who Know and are willing to give all for The Truth. . . . 

BUT HE SAID (and if you Believe what He said, then never forget and thus cherish!) He Said: I will never leave or forsake you.

That promise along with accompanying gratitude . . . is mightier than all the armies and chaos and charades and subterfuge etc., that the puerile, debased, doomed enemy may impenitently toss your way.