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posted by juicyjossy9
 On December 29, 2010
On December 29, 2010
Jason’s blog postato on
December 29th, 2010
on 5:50 PM
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I’m a fan of positive articulation. To me, this is a step beyond positive thinking. It’s putting your positive thoughts into action – into doing – into words.

Every New Year’s I resolve to do something new/different with my life. Something grand. Something transformative. Sometimes it’s to continue doing something I love, but often it’s a new invention of some kind. Last year, the main theme was activism and in 2010 I certainly got my feet wet, literally da tromping thru the Lake Volta Region in Ghana, learning about the work of Free The Slaves – AND parading thru New Orleans promoting a green future after learning about the oil spill disaster and cover-up in the Gulf.

This year, I resolve to turn New into Now. "New” often refers to a kind o quality about something, AND tends to refer to a someday, either past o future. Now, however, always means NOW. In this tradition, I get to celebrate early and say,
Happy Now Year.

“New” generally means that something is freshly made. Now means it IS made and this is IT. Take it o leave it. I make-up that da using Now instead of New, we can cut back on consumption. For instance, I need a new computer becomes, I need a now computer. A now computer already exists – therefore is likely pre-owned and still just as powerful. A new computer requires energy and money to manufacture it and the same to get it all the way to my studio. (I’m speaking from a real experience btw. My computer da today’s standards is OLD. So is my recording technology. But that doesn’t fool me. It’s working NOW. So I’m sticking to it!)

In 2011, I resolve to repair, re-use, and keeping recycling.

Using the words, “I make up” instead of “I think” can totally lighten your load and cut-back on the number of communication breakdowns in your life. “I think” takes ownership and is assumptive. “I make-up” is much più playful and is a reminder how this NOW version of the life experience is all made-up anyway.

In 2011, I resolve to not THINK. (haha.)

Remembering to Play is another thing. In 2010 I confused my inner child da referring to my calesse, concerto as work, which is silly. te can't WORK music.

In 2011, I resolve to PLAY music.

Recently some Friends went on a honeymoon/vacation. They called it theirPlaycation. Bravo. Say no more.

So often we say, I HAVE to go to work. I HAVE to pick up some groceries. IHAVE to call so & so. Making a conscious shift and using the words “GET-TO” can change everything. We GET TO go to work. We GET TO pick up some groceries. We GET TO call so & so. I hear my dad say, I HAVE to go check on your grandmother, but I know how much he loves that he can do it. I encourage him to say, I GET TO go check on your grandmother. Pretty soon, we may not have that honor.

I have another friend who doesn’t use a to-do list, but rather, a TA-DA lista – for once te complete all the tasks, it’s like magic. All is done. TA-DA!

In 2011, I resolve to be Magical.

What other forms of Positive Articulation and quirky word hybrids could te add to the ever-evolving language that becomes our life experience?

In 2011, I resolve to be a great listener.
posted by s3ptamber
"Tonight, Not Again"

The night.
She brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek
Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow
Clouds soothe, Shredded da the calico
Were oh so vast and quick as I was on my own now.

This time like every other time I believe that I never find
Another sweet little girl with sequined sea foam eyes
Ocean lapping voice smile coy as the brightest quiet span of sky
And I'm all alone again tonight not again, not again, not again.

And don't it feel allright. and don't it feel so nice. Lovely.

Still I'm unable to inhale all the riches
As I'm awkward as a wound on my bones
Still...
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Jason Canto "Bella Luna" live. I Amore this song!
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Jason’s blog
Posted on December 2nd, 2010
6:47 p.m.

Traffic came to a turtle’s pace when I entered into St Louis. I wondered if me adding one più car to the rush ora mix was throwing the city off a little. Why is it called rush ora when it’s generally slow?

I’m also curious as to how much a population varies from giorno to giorno – what with people coming and going, driving and flying, birthing and dying, etc. Regardless, if the hospitable citizens of St Louis are hoping to count my head tomorrow, I’ll be gone.

I Amore being on the road. For the past 7 years I’ve been in the back of the...
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posted by juicyjossy9
 Jason and Tristan - June 2010 NYC - Save The Musica Gala
Jason and Tristan - June 2010 NYC - Save The Music Gala
Jason’s blog postato on
November 22nd, 2010
at 4:34 AM

Doing inversions in yoga, namely down-dog, the charm on my collana dances with gravity, falling to rest perfectly over my lips. I find it ironic and terribly cute because the amulet reads “Protect Her Voice.” I baciare it lightly without drawing attention to myself, smiling into its smooth, cold surface knowing my breath is fogging it up a little.

I started wearing the Protection Amulet da Leah In Leaucadia just before my girlfriend went in for surgery on her vocal chords, prompting a week of silence for her, as well as months of therapy...
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Jason’s blog postato on
Friday, November 19, 2010
8:54 AM

One time I threw-up Honey-Nut Cheerios while reclined in the dentist’s chair. I assume I was dato too much Nitrous oxide after eating apparently too many “parts of a balanced breakfast.” Surprisingly, the cheery Oh’s regurgitated as if I hadn’t ever chewed them up. They came forth from my dizzy carcass onto my t-shirt spelling out “Ooooh” like alphabet soup. Without missing a beat, the hygienist came in and said, “Mmm, Smells like Honey & Nuts.” True story. I bet they saved the footage on the surveillance camera....
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 I don’t refer to genius as being masculine o feminine
I don’t refer to genius as being masculine or feminine
Jason’s blog postato on
Thursday, November 04, 2010
12:03 PM
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You can only polish a turd for so long before it starts to fall apart. So it goes with album making. Thriller was made in just 8 weeks while rosa Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, though rehearsed and performed live before it was ever recorded, was made in just 2 sessions. I am not currently working on Chinese Democracy, but I have been sculpting this turd for almost a anno now and it’s doesn’t even remotely resemble a Snickers Bar. My point: It’s still not ready for consumption.

Of course,...
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posted by s3ptamber
"Only Human"

A scoiattolo in the albero is he watching me
Does he give a damn?
Does he care who I am?
I'm just a man, is that all I am
Are my manners misinterpreted words o only human?
I'm human

Murderous crow, ciao what te know
What te Leggere about, what te hold in your toes
Is that a twig, are te a colomba of peace
A black colomba undercover, with another puzzle piece
Are te a riddle to solve all along?
Or am I over thinking thoughts of human after all

Only human
Made of flesh, made of sand, made of human
The planet's talking about a revolution
The natural laws ain't got no constitution
They've got a right to...
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"Details In The Fabric"
(feat. James Morrison)

Calm down
Deep breaths
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around
And pulling all your threads saying
Breaking yourself up

If it's a broken part, replace it
But, if it's a broken arm then brace it
If it's a broken cuore then face it

And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your own name
And go your own way

And everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Mmmhmm

Hang on
Help is on the way
Stay strong
I'm doing everything

Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way

And everything,...
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"Please Don't Tell Her"

I hear she's kicking culo across the board and rock two hundred thousand higher scorer
Just in time to save the world of being taken over
She's a warrior
I couldn't play again because the game it never end it never even landed on the can
And never let me in to spend my quarter
There's no Amore for me no more

Say it isn't so
How she easily come, and she easy go
Please don't tell her that I've been meaning to miss her
Because I don't

She was the girl with the broadest shoulders
But she would die before I crawled over them
She is taller than I am
She knew I wouldn't mind the view there...
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"Wordplay"

I've been all around the world
I've been a new sensation
But it doesn't really matter
In this generation
The sophomore slump is an uphill battle
And someone detto that ain't my scene
'Cause they need a new song
Like a new religion
Music for the television
I can't do the long division
Someone do the math
For the record label puts me on the shelf up in the freezer
Got to find another way to live the life of leisure
So I drop my top
Mix and I mingle
Is everybody ready for the single and it goes...

[Chorus]
Ha La La La La
Now listen closer to the verse I lay
(Ha La La La La)
It's all about the wordplay
(Ha...
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"Dream Life Of Rand McNally"

Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally? Who , who is he?
Well, I had I dream that mystery was me, now who else could I be?

'Cause I dreamed I went to England and met the Spice girls there for tea
They Lost one più they're down from four to my favourite number of three
But they're still quite spicy as the arancia, arancio flavour
And oh so nice to do me the favour and lick my icing under the tavolo now
But I gotta leave town Mr. Nally,
Just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask how Mr. Nally and give up the towel Mr. Nally and run.

I dreamed I went to Singapore got bored and...
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"Unfold"

Hands in Line
Arms close to my side
I'm fighting tides
Of an ocean's undertow
And I figure that I might not make it
I'm taking empty but seldom speaking
And the words retreat
Yeah, they breath in histories
Still at ease
And the story's untold
And my arms unfold

My hands are high
And I'm holding on, I'm holding out
And I figure that I
Figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories
Into stories untold but I unfold

See now quality is what te see now
In the corner of your eye
And don't be surprised
If te hear the bells ring
As they form from...
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"1000 Things"

I'm overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky
Like a little boy who's hiding under covers
And looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave
Well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight
Close your eyes and hope to see mine

Well I've seen a thousand things in one place
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face
Erasing memory I feel as though I've never seen a face before
Until I saw your eyes smiling back at me thru my tears
I've been counting all these years
Now suddenly the thousand things I've seen were
Nothing più than dreams of te and me

te and me quietly at a stand still
Fortunately te will baciare me and I'll baciare te back
Fact of the matter of is that I don't know what the latter is
That I always wanted to baciare te but
I always wanted to run from you
Because I always wanted to miss te
And that I've always wanted to come for you

So... how do te do?
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"Boy's Gone"

The boy's gone. The boy's gone home.

What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded.
And will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded
Well I hope I never have to see that giorno but da god I know it's headed our way
So I better be happy now that the boy's going home. The boy's gone home.

And what becomes of a giorno for those who rage against it
And who will sum op the phrase for all left standing around in it

Well I suppose we'll all make our judgement call
We'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall
So we better be happy now...
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"Absolutely Zero"

You. te were a friend. te were a friend of mine I let te spend the night
You see it was my fault. Of course it was mine.
I'm too hard at work. Have te ever heard of anything so absurd ever in your life.
I'm sorry for wasting your time.

See who am I to say this situation isn't great? When it's my job to make the most of it
Of course I didn't know that it would happen to me. Not that easy.

Hey what's that te say? You're not blaming me for anything well that's great
But I don't break that easy. Does it fade away?
So that's why I'm, I'm apologizing now for telling te I thought that...
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"Curbside Prophet"

I’m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I’m waiting for my rocket to come
I’m just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I’m waiting for my rocket, ya'll

y’see it started way back in nyc
when i ha rubato, stola my first rhyme from the m.i.c.
at a west end avenue at 63
the beginning of a leap year, february, ’96
with a chitarra picked up in the mix
i committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks
well look at me now
look at me now
look at me now, now, now, now

i'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and i'm waiting for my rocket to...
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"Who Needs Shelter"

Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright te are
te don't know me but I know you
You're my preferito star
Follow te I will so lets get moving

Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.

da your clock the cock rooster crows
Then off to work where everybody goes
Slow, But eventually they get there
Picking up the giorno shift back where all left off
Confined and pecking at relationships
te know it's only a worthless piece of shit

Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.

I'd sleep it all away but the sun wont let me
I'd miss those lovely days of summer

Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright te are
te don't know me but I know you
You're my favorite.