| you'll be around, and I'll be square (11/11/08 10:16 AM PST) |
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"I want you to be my message I want you to be my friend I want you to be that answer an answer I must defend I want us to solve our distrust of everyone and trust in God I want us to solve our distrust of who we are" Ride a Black Swan, Zwan I barely got out of the house yesterday. Big Wreck was the first thing the iPod spat out, but then the blues ruled the roost for most of the afternoon with some Keb' Mo', John Lee Hooker, and Robert Johnson. I populated my pedal board, spending some time with the soldering iron to make sure everything was happy. The ( http://store2.bandfarm.com/jonforeman/ )Jon Foreman EPs wrapped up the night, reminding me of how much Spring, Fall and Winter had influenced my album. That delay mod plays pretty well and is definitely a unique tool. I studied, did laundry, and hung instruments in the "studio". Today I'll take an online midterm and maybe work on some music after I run some errands up north. Jamie handed me a book of Slave Songs that I'm dying to get into. How does one build trust? What feats of strength does one undertake to impress and gain the respect of an entire community? I'm finding my stock solution to everything these days is to put it in God's hands and be present, in a "being there" kind of way. |
| Trails, released! (10/20/08 10:13 PM PDT) |
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http://dl.getdropbox.com/u/266195/Trails%20Dano%20Sanchez%202008.zip notes: http://blog.flup.org/Dano?entry=6561 http://blog.flup.org/Dano?entry=6514 |
| sleepytime (10/14/08 10:23 PM PDT) |
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I know of no better lullabies than the last two songs on Antje Duvekot's "Boys, Flowers, Miles." As I settle into bed, nothing lets my mind drift to the place of hopeful acceptance than: "So will you lay me down in a fiddler's cloud And float me out to sea Let my aching head be still, let me surrender to your will Float me out and deliver me I wanna fly out to your center I wanna sink down into your gold I wanna go down without my dagger I wanna shed these clothes" I've been having some incredible conversations lately... --- I was looking back into my dream log, and I found a strange one from March of last year. Two noteworthy parts: I found a Danelectro instrument at a thift store. It was a bozuki shaped guitar, with frets for only the middle two strings, so one could slide and fret notes. It had three pickups and was 40 dollars. I was in a long wooden cabin/dinning hall. It had a long rustic wooden table, with maybe 40 people, eating on both sides. A bear walked into the room, and began to eat, leaning over peoples shoulders. Some folks froze completely out of fear, but others began eating faster. --- I got Lar(s) and B's wedding invitation today, and they have the text, "I have loved thee with an everlasting love" on the outside. It made me realize that I'm finally starting to get it; at weddings in high school I would get all bent out of shape that someone was using a verse about God's love for us out of context and inaccurately to boast about their love. Now I see/feel/know that we love out of the love God has given us. Or that our love is all of God's money. Or something else Jeff Tweedy sang. |
| Persistence of Vision (10/01/08 8:15 PM PDT) |
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Last week was made of the stuff crazy people live out in their heads. The Vineyard Missions Meeting out in Colorado Springs was pretty rad. It was fun to hang with Jess and meet Steph Hicks. Constantly meeting folks was emotionally taxing, but their excitement over my dream/plan/profession to facilitate indigenous worship music movements was so encouraging. I met a lot of leaders for MIssions within the Vineyard, and it was confidence inspiring, or at the very least it left me with the hope that God is still speaking into the movement. My prayer was for persistence in the vision that I had received, and for a little more clarity about the next step and how it might all go down. I think Vineyard music could prove to be a huge resource in Latin America, if some better approaches are taken to recording folks. Selling CDs cannot be an end in itself. The playlist: Big Wreck kept me awake on the way to Jess' place Antony played Mason Jennings' Century Springs on the way to the airport John Piper Podcasts provided the Biblical exposition Grant Lee Philips' nineteeneighties put acoustic and steel styled 80s into my ears in Denver Antje Duvekot sang my nap-time lullabies in Glyn Eyrie I listened to the Arcade Fire album Funerals at the gate in Denver and Athlete's Tourist as well as Vehicles and Animals carried me home on a bed of British electro-sparkly rock production. So good. Jason picked me up in SD around 7:30, and I promptly grabbed the Jazzmaster and Champ and trucked north on the 15 to Corona. I spent some time with Daniel Koenen, drinking Starbucks and trying out some 'verb on Trails. I screwed up the final bounce, but Daniel assures me he'll mix it again soon so I can get it out to you all. Yay! The next day I was in Torrance with Joseph Olson and family, checking out Vineyard Xtreme. I led worship there on Sunday and had a blast fellowshiping and hanging out with folks from their team. The End. -- When I kick the bucket, in lieu of flowers, buy some kid a drum kit. (Or a Brian Eno CD. Or a koto. You get the idea.) During my second year I had the thought of donating my body to Art (as opposed to Science. Though letting some student have his/her way with a scalpel is a perfectly acceptable to me.) But somehow, I don't think that that kind of art is legal in this country. And it might deny some folks the closure of having a calm place to visit. But I wouldn't mind one bit. |
| Today... (08/22/08 5:20 PM PDT) |
| ...during my lunch at work, I was sitting outside. I noticed a humming bird floating at the edge of my vision, about two feet away. I turned to face it and he began to orbit my head, just kind of checking me out. It was all I could do to keep to keep my glasses between us. If that mother went for an eyeball it would have been lights out. |
| "Search your feelings, Luke. You know it to be true." (07/31/08 9:29 PM PDT) |
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"No. No. That's not true. That's impossible!" Something went seriously wrong with this thing... |
| Tuesday, July 29 2008 3:25 PM PDT |
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My secret identity has been revealed by the Dizzle. As some of you have suspected, the man you know as Dano is, indeed, Danger Mouse. Behold:   So I guess at this point I'll surrender to your requests to drop funky beats on your up coming hip-hop album. |
| Master Plan (07/10/08 5:09 PM PDT) |
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So, what are you doing now that you've graduated? My father and uncle helped me a compile a list: 1. Eat a tri-tip 2. Learn about canning 3. Go to Mexico and become a luchador 4. Practice law without a license 5. Serve my brother a beer So the real practical list is that I'm making coffee, I'm still doing stuff with Coast Vineyard, and I'm planning freelance music and soundtrack work. I've moved out of Penasquitos and I'm living with Scott, Jaron, Brian Chung, and Mu-Hua Cheng. But the real goal: Ethnomusicology in the context of pastoring indigenous musicians, promoting culturally relevant and Spirit directed worship music movements. Negatively, that means my mission is to prevent translated Chris Tomlin songs from making up the bulk of Hungarian worship music. For you, this means you ought to break out your check book and the knee pads because there's a letter begging for prayer and financial support sitting in your mail box. Ha. Since Jess Ayers mentioned the practice to me, I've been very excited about the idea of worship coming from the heart language of every people group on this planet. That passion solidified during working one summer at a little Calvary Chapel Bible college in Vajta, Hungary. Recently, I recieved a word of knowledge about that desire and a prophetic encouragement about recording indigenous musicians. The confirmation was hugely affirming. I don't know how much of my life will be spent on it. I don't know how soon I have to be in the "field". It could be intermitent. Knowing a big chunk of the future hasn't sorted much out for the near future, but at least I know the kind of race I'm training for. I need to learn how to give away worship giftings. I need a serious theological grounding. Church planting or really intentional home group leading could be the right place to figure this stuff out. A theology degree or seminary could be in the works. Meanwhile, I want to really regiment my days at the Enders place, and commit some time each day to theological study and music making. The Dismemberment Plan album Changes really is in synch with my life right now, so I'll leave you with the chorus of Following Through: "I can do it anywhere, with anyone, at anytime Don't you forget, this is my life and it's going to be good Don't you know? Not a promise, or a threat, or an ultimatum, though I can do those too, I'm just telling you, I've got this life, I've got to live I'm just following through " |
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