original songs also at media & throughout
in the flagrant current spun into this radiance,
fresh energy and empathy abounding for freedom struggles and expressions, for the health of nature and a wealth of wisdoms, now deep in time, now now, at last up for air and alive in love, we emerge in shy childhood, “fascinated to song!”:) &, for better or for words, singing! allied in a heartbeat - native beauty is respect, heard out, riding with distinction! and what musician, what HUMAN, still, hasn’t known by heart the deep resilient vision, value, and spiritual intelligence pouring forth from our heretofore often brutally oppressed lives of color, joy, and unfathonable humanity, to flood this rebounding culture with one passionate truth:
we are of & for each other, precious, already perfect, in glorious common context,
active and interdependent so, emphaticly, inVIOLAble!
whirledmusic CONCERTS & EVENTS will soon be announced here, where, at contact, new & private ones may be snapped up! so grateful to be doing this and, all in all, in the profusion, all in!
brianwallace is a third generation big sur, carmel, & bay area, artist (& five generation spin off from the songwriter who topped the civil war era hit parade!). more recently, his grandfather, grant wallace - journalist, visionary artist, cosmic scholar, & a founding actor in carmel’s “forest theatre” - was an inspirational figure amidst the gathering of poets, playwrights, painters, philosophers, musicians, dancers, & mystics, of the early 20th century carmel artist colony.
traveling & composing, bw brings back not only the colorful babbling ancestral stream, but also the fruits of explorations through diverse cultures & inner experience - where rishikesh sadhues, reeds standing, rock in the ganges; where, spun on one’s own axis, cave m’baba’s witty blue be-dreaded circle hums like a bowl; where, in palace time, gold dusk in maihar, the mother of the emperor of melody shimmers in nuance; where almost nowhere rock skipping whirling dervishish flying sorceresses swoop upstream as if gusts of wind; thus this, just us, in that air from always, mali women, gentle joao, urgent trane, with violetta parra,
say “gracias a la vida!”; & all wish whoozie’s irish whimsey one wish, while the eagerly articulate flora & fauna of rainforest equador is giving us the what for; & everywhere, suddenly, light weighed in the balance, in perfect atmospheric joy, loves the perennial spiraling spirit of indigenous life in still burgeoning wilderness; anahata nada, essential peace in the poem, aum sweet aum!
So much to celebrate!
& thereby protect!