Cyber-Palimpsest With Stills, Video, Audio, And Psycho Haikus by Javier Hernandez-Miyares
30 years ago Occult Science was:
Javier Hernandez-Miyares – Electric Guitar
Alberto Hernandez-Miyares – Bass
Ralph Garcia – Synth Loops
Donald Johnson – Organ Drone
Joe Nocilla – Drums
Tommy Shaw – Synth
This song was written by Bill Laswell and arranged by Javier Hernandez-Miyares
This is live and recorded on cassette…Play It Loud!!!
Read a description of Lewis’s prescient novel here.
Bigotry is beginning to reenter our “Mainstream” discourse, and it puts the polity of the United States in peril.
Pencil On Paper By JHM
Donald Johnson: Vocals
Javier Hernandez-Miyares: Drums, Percussion, Strings, Bells, Lead Guitar
Roberto Poveda: Acoustic Guitar
Alina Brouwer: Organ
Gustavo Amarante: Bass
lyrics and melody written by steven pacia:
if all of your fears are out tonight;
don’t open your windows,
don’t open your doors.
maybe he’ll wait on the balcony,
i don’t know.
come in here and make me high.
if you don’t get wild i won’t care.
some crowds they sing so merrily,
while others sigh.
all the kings horses and all the kings men,
they didn’t know Humpty had fallen again.
maybe he’s just off his therapy;
i don’t know.
come in here and make me high.
if you don’t get wild i won’t care.
some crowds they sing so merrily,
while others sigh.
if all of your fears are out tonight;
don’t open your windows,
don’t open your doors.
maybe he’ll wait on the balcony,
i don’t know.
Juliet was written by Steven Pacia and Javier Hernandez-Miyares.
Recording was arranged and produced by Javier Hernandez-Miyares.
Fee Fi Fo Fum / Americana (Painting On A Car Hood By Keith Greco)
I have cobbled together the similitude of the live performance of Fee Fi Fo Fum for a benefit for 23 Press. 23 Press was an underground L.A. magazine that published vanguard poetry. Unfortunately nothing exists of that publication now.
Fee Fi Fo Fum was:
Donald Johnson / Keys and Vocals
Javier Hernandez-Miyares / Guitar and Vocals
Alberto Hernandez-Miyares / Bass
John Millspaugh / Drums
All songs were written by Donald Johnson and Javier Hernandez-Miyares
Michael Parenti is an American intellectual that you have probably never heard of. If you watched the video, you will know why.
Illustration Of The Pharos Lighthouse By Salvador Dali
I’m floating on an open flame,
the Hercules are far behind…
i finally got the diaphanous vocal effect that i sought, and i didn’t have to hold my nose!
this is the final track template, and the final mix will appear on an orbscure fetish that i will release later this year. if you want one, let me know now.
Diana
my song begins this way:
i’m floating on an open flame,
the hercules are far behind.
Diana
if i only knew three chords,
i would have drowned before i got
to this place in our song.
Diana your coast is a mirage.
The light house keeper turned his tee vee off.
I’m Drinking sand from Zanzibar,
and your mermaid pinata hides your siren song.
I’m Listening.
Diana
when i learn how to sing.
my voice will reach you far away,
from this place that i’m in.
Diana your coast is a mirage.
The light house keeper turned his tee vee off.
I’m Drinking sand from Zanzibar,
and my demon pinata is a man of war.
I’m singing.
JHM plays guitar, hand claps, rain stick, Bells, Voice, jangling keys, and mellotron.
The birds singing track was recorded at the end of the session at the break of dawn in Forest Hills NYC.
Aakash Nihalani will be exhibiting at the Bose/Pacia Gallery From November 5th to December 18th. At the same time he will have an exhibit at 17 Frost.
Drawing By JHM
I doggy paddled finished finally this tune now. I squeezed my nose on the verse vocals to create that odd but intimate vox delivery (a snorkeler singing), and under water everything is strange; If you listen until the chorus you will hear my beautiful voice as natural as the birds that chirp in the background. I wrote this song for Diana Vargas Trent who is my co-conspirator, and this is an homage to her.
Diana
my song begins this way:
i’m floating on an open flame,
the hercules are far behind.
Diana
if i only knew three chords,
i would have drowned before i got
to this place in our song.
Diana your coast is a mirage.
The light house keeper turned his tee vee off.
I’m Drinking sand from Zanzibar,
and your mermaid pinata hides your siren song.
I’m Listening.
Diana
when i learn how to sing.
my voice will reach you far away,
from this place that i’m in.
Diana your coast is a mirage.
The light house keeper turned his tee vee off.
I’m Drinking sand from Zanzibar,
and my demon pinata is a man of war.
I’m singing.
JHM plays guitar, hand claps, rain stick, Bells, Voice, jangling keys, and mellotron.
The birds singing track was recorded at the end of the session at the break of dawn in Forest Hills NYC.
I agree with Mr. Adams on all his points except the last one. The United States is not the best country to make art; It may very well be the best country for a bourgeoisie artist to make a good living, although at the expense of abandoning a dialectical relationship with history. In my opinion the best art is the finest art that challenges, and transforms the public mind: it transforms our sense of ethos. The best art today is available on the internet, and most of the artists that make it, have to work a day job to make a living. They live in every country on the earth.