It was a major project and the work will be on-going, but that's exactly what I had in mind when I decided to go for it.
For the past few years I've kept a blog dedicated to the rock bands of the 1960s through early '70s in my native area: the Ventura, Santa Barbara, and San Luis Obispo counties of the central coast of California. For many of you this is not news, but I've never blatantly promoted that blog here...
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
His faithful companion tries to warn him that he's about to step off the edge of the world, but why should he care? What precipice? Because he has no knowledge of the supposed danger, the universe will hold him up and he'll continue unscathed, like a bumble bee who doesn't know it's not built to fly.
In modern card decks he is the Joker, the wild card, capable of fulfilling anything that is required of him. In the tarot deck his number is 0. He exists, yet he doesn't exist. Like a full, pregnant womb from which life is about to emerge, the Fool represents that promise and peril, that innocence.
This is how I look at April Fool's Day. Not a day of practical jokes and pranks, but a day during which I may walk off the edge of some cliff in my mind—always one of my own making—to find I am magically upheld and supported. It's a day when common sense must take a back seat and I must strike out and let my feet take me where they will.
Where would you go, what would do, if you had no understanding of failure, if you knew you could succeed at anything you set your heart on?
Don't look down!