Back in the Pilot's Seat

Back in the Pilot's Seat

It's good to be back in the pilot's seat.  It was shattering how I got knocked out of it where the turbulence was more than a disturbance.  I was so stunned and had bitten my tongue to where there was ear ringing while the demons were singing only for me to scarcely recall a certain downfall.

It wasn't just that I was attacked.  I was hacked and bowled over by scurrilous acts that ranged from the atmosphere becoming thick from me being sick to lightning bolts that came in the form of insults.  It was too much for any instrument panel to handle and it was too windy and dark to make use of even the thought of a candle.

I guess the thing about prevailing is that it won't always involve smooth sailing.  It's when the flying gets rough that things get tough.  You feel intellectually dumb because your brain has grown numb from being overexposed to a wicked barrage that cannot be dislodged.  The cacophony is such that a computer couldn't buffer and so you indeed suffer.

You'd be surprised by those you thought to be nice who will not give you a lick of advice.  They will wish you luck while solutions they will duck in hopes that you die as you attempt to fly and there are even those that will lie just to see your dreams go bust over trust so as to leave you dead and in the dust.  These types of people I look at with disgust.  If you have nothing constructive to say then just get the hell out of my way!

I've seen my wings on fire.  I've seen my engines about to expire and I've even seen my life about to become but an outlier.  To rise as you fall, to rise as you stall and to rise as you crawl will astonish them all!  What's amazing is to see those that will shoot at your parachute which will make you clearly understand that there are some that just don't want to see you land.  What they want is for you to kick the can.  They compose the flack when you're under attack.

What gives the enemy a scare is when you dare to go there.  It's when you don't seek permission to continue with the mission.  It's when you defy their desire

for you to die and it's when by sheer determination you make it to your destination.  When of this they see the naysayers will flee and what will stall the activities of a false friend is when you gather the nerve to do it again.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When even in the pitch black of night you figure out how to fly upright.

April 29^th, 2016

Fallen Star

Fallen Star

One of our stars has fallen.  Tragic is the fabric which is interwoven into too short a lifespan which I have yet to understand.  His performances were intense and will live beyond the past tense.  If you didn't know him all you can do is listen to his works to perhaps glimpse a personality that no longer walks in this reality.

He was a jewel that was so cool that it is unfortunate that this is not some kind of April Fool's.  The lose ought to be criminal in that a history rich in wisdom and creativity has been egregiously stolen from us, never to be replaced, making this a fact that is difficult to face.  His accomplishments will never be defaced for when he played he took us to another time and to another place and so it is difficult to stop the tears from rolling down my face.

He made a few groovy movies and all of them were tinted with a strain of purple rain.  He just kept it real based on how he came to feel and so he showered down upon us emotions so that we all had to deal and this gave him a personal appeal.  He touched us and without much fuss we went with his flow and so it was his music that we came to know only to discover that this wasn't just for show.

Was it not a summer or so ago that this fat cat was making a comeback?  He was committed and he certainly did it!  Now it's like some black hole has swallowed him whole.  The only way to reach beyond the event horizon is to play a tune in hopes that he will be back soon.  Too young has set this rising sun that eclipsed those who dared to stare at the glare of the improvements in his movements.  The reverberations will forever last and will continue to remind us that there will never be another of his class.

He was a prince and the angels will sing that he was a king.  He was the ultimate musician that did his own thing.  All of his activities were intertwined with creativity such that we came to know that he could make any stage glow and if you were ever blessed with a personal performance you became aware of the fact that he was truly enormous.  Though he has physically stepped away, his music is most certainly here to stay as some of us look back to discover some of his long lost album covers.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When it just ain't right to see him disappear into the night.

April 21^st, 2016

Rigging It Up

Typically plain is not Jane but in this case it's going to be true in what I'm going to do.  I'm going to take the old stereo and perhaps the new and I'm going to rig them up even if it requires super glue.  I'm going to act like an electrician in competition to wire every amp and every speaker is going to be licked with a stamp so that postage is paid for the noise that's about to be made!

You will see me by listening to my favorite CD and so Guardian Girl is going to rock your world.  Girls and boys will be Poised for Noise and I will give everybody a start when I crank up Fire Heart.  It will be within the electricity that everyone finds felicity.  With brimstone or a pebble I will be welding heavy metal so that everyone in town will hear my sound and so much the better if I make the cops frown.

No one will strain and no one will complain when there are so much good vibes for everyone to gain and we won't stop, not for a blizzard and not for the rain!  We're just going to pump up the volume and pump up the gain and after the track is over we're going to do it all over again.  Perhaps then you will see that plain is not Jane and perhaps then you will see that I am absolutely insane.  It is the best way to be when not feeling any pain!

Even if you're not the closest of friends you're invited on in to put your CD on for a spin.  It is our mission to listen.  It is our mission to glisten and it is our mission to break every tradition of sound allowed.  Why do you think we play it so loud?  It is because we are happy and it is because we are proud and it is because sanity has been disavowed!  If you look outside your window you will see the reverberations in the clouds.

There will be no reneging about this rigging.  I'm going to have fun with this welding gun and when I'm done we're going to have so much fun that you will be able to see the smile that's set upon the rising sun!  Amps will light up like sparks in the dark.  Turntables will glow just to let you know that they're ready to go and speakers will belch forth woofers that at the least will disturb the

peace to where the landlord will revoke my lease.  This I will do for me and this I will do for you for we are all a part of the same damn crew!

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When what you do is not just for you.

April 9^th, 2016

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The Game of Games

The Game of Games

This was the game of games where Jane was not plain.  Carolina was number one and Villanova was number two.  It was a game where in the end Carolina was supposed to win.  The legendary Michael Jordan came out to give Carolina a momentous shout out!  It was even televised on three television channels.  One was for national coverage and the other two were respectively for the team you chose to root for.  Never had this been done before.

The first half proved to be easy math but Villanova kept things close.  It was a performance for which Carolina was not going to boast.  As the chimes rang Villanova hit a three pointer with which to change the tide and it was on this momentum that they began to ride.  What got into the mix was more than pride.  Villanova felt they had the ability and soon began to see the possibility and so it made sense to maintain a hot defense.  Carolina was unable to run and gun and so we were all now able to see the plausibility of a setting sun.

As the end came near the crowd began to wildly cheer!  Villanova was not about to choke and they played with absolutely no fear.  Carolina played as if they had a ship that they were unable to steer.  How to defeat their foe became muddy waters that looked not to be so clear.  The plan to fast break seemed to have sank in the middle of the lake.  Villanova controlled the tempo.  Villanova controlled the flow and Villanova controlled what they were going to let us know and that was how in the end they were going to win.

Carolina was not about to be denied so with but seconds left the game was tied.  They had no foul to give and Villanova knew this and so set out to pursue this.  With but seconds left on the clock with a war tied at seventy four ten brave men took to the floor.  The sweat from all of them profusely began to pour.  All Carolina needed was one defensive stop so as to enter into the chimes of overtime.  Villanova passed the ball in and shot for glory and this brought a stupendous end to a magnificent story!

This was the game of games where Jane was not plain.  Carolina was number one and Villanova was number two but in the end the underdog would win and so to the victor came shouts and wide open grins.  Villanova continued to breathe because Villanova continued to believe.  It was only after they were done, it was only after they had won and it was only after the setting of a glorious sun that the opposed rose to garner victory's belief, however so brief.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When the war meant more than the score and so it was the banner that the victor wore.

April 5^th, 2016