|hylife vol. 15
From the Winter underground…
Let Out A Little Peace CD’s for sale @ Streetlight
Records (sf), Amoeba & Rasputins
(sf & berkeley)
is next, boys.” “Roger, copy that.”
So I sit here in my studio writing these words
to you. The world has provided a place for me
to profess a profession of communication. Me,
I and the We are finding time to illuminate. Alight
the positive sides of self, clean the journals
off the shelf and start recording dreams. By the
hearth and dressed in dope sweats and a hoodie…and
hoodie is on. For real.
Yo. This is the hylife and if you don’t
know here is the deal:
I write prose as good as my semitic nose and for
all you minds that remain closed, the witty Winter
wind howells ‘n blows --so danger, read
no further. Here it goooes…
I want to wish you all warmth in your cold parts
in the time of Winter a come. Friggin A, yo! Winters
here as far as I’m concerned. Time of darker
days and longer nights. With patterns of the seasons
igniting internal lights. David macked Goliath
and smacked the foliage from the tree to create-a-new
That’s all it is.
In my warm heart
And A Moving Breeze.
That is the chorus to my new song which I am so
glad to add to not only my solo gig but also to
the FAT FOAKLAND ORCHESTRA show. It’s got
cowbells banging a mid-tempo rhythm with a kinda
hip-hoppie funky dance groove and my Rhodes playing
a generous and spacious cloud-cover accenting
a tumbao-oriented (Cuban) bumpin bass line. Bien,
gracias. Give thanks for creative orgasism. Yummy
for my apple cider sippin tummy in Oakland California.
WHAT UP MY GANGSTA’S!!!! WHAT!?!?!?!!!
What up to my Costa Rican brothers and sisters
who I am about to go chill with. AMEN, yo. Thank
you for the invitation to come and play music.
One good thing about music is you can carry it
with you and you ain’t got to stop for check
till the microphone say when….where, and
to whom is for life to say and my Spansh is better
than gringo average. Music please:
Yo…WE PLAY 2 90 MINUTE SETS FOR YA’LL
AT THE BOOM BOOM ROOM ROOM
NOV 22. AND YOU CAN’T SEE US AGAIN TILL
JAZZ NEST IN THE BIRD’S NECTAR WITH A
ADD A BIT OF BANJOGRASS-JIMBE
& A MONTUNO.
STIR WITH HONEY-FIRE LYRICS AND A HYPED BOOTY
THAT’S THE KIND OF MUSIC HYIM & THE
FAT FOAKLAND ORCHESTRA MAKE!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHH!
Happy Days of harvest and giving thanks from the
One love one life one Earth.