Happy chanukkah to you too Hill. I wish it were a perfect world where everyone would see the genius out there. But not, most people prefer tv dinners and watching the next top model/ idol or whatever crap. Still I am planing to turn a few minds in my collection of friends and other associates.
So you sit tight and wait out the storm. Although I can promise you that after this one, there will be an even bigger one coming called "OrwarriOR"
Thanks for the Holiday Greetings, Nathalie. I wish you the same; please let me know what's your flavor. I don't make any assumptions. I celebrate a whole bunch (I've long been disowned by my ultra-orthodox former "community;" good riddance) in very non-trad ways, but Chanukkah's on the table for me now.
The storm has past. The rain and sleet and hail is done harassing my little suburb. Resurrection is at hand--I can hear the birds chirping, just like on Mabool!
Blech, sheeple will be sheeple. "Evolve Thyself" is a steeper slope for some, but it'll happen. Holy God...I'm quoting OL. The New Gospel. This stuff isn't commercial garbage like any of the horrors you mentioned, so I don't feel that there's any hyperbole in what I and others (who say good things) have to say about OL and its music. This goes beyond listeners' age, cuture, IQ
Gospel! If someone else talked about a New Jerusalem, especially a dude dressed up as Jesus, I'd say s/he had a Jesus complex. But this isn't the case here: I don't see any psycho-ego. All I see and hear are reasonable, wonderful guidelines about how to repair...Tikkun Olam! Repair of the World. Orphans need parents; they will get parents if some serious Hollywood attention and such wafts in the direction of this new release. See, Hollywood (duh) is rotten to the core. But some of the execs feel some good guilt about all that. And some Beverly Hills types, like, say, Barbra Streisand (an ex of mine--we're still great friends--went to school with Barb's kids; CONNECTION TO USE!), could seriously shell out some monetary and PR support if the right people stir the pot. I know LA; never mind how; I don't want to remember. But this can be done there, in Europe, in NY, and in Missouri
Nathalie, just those brief, raw, teaser-clips from ORwarriOR are too immense to bear and yet too wonderful not to. It's excruciatingly majestic; words just don't cut it. That's why we have art, thank God. The word "epic" is so overused, so I won't use it. It doesn't even apply here: It's more than any label... So.... This isn't mere Middle Eastern metal; this isn't merely great music; this is the entire package of what we need: It's like a road-map, just prettier.
Only thing is, yeah, we've got to spread the word, and the record execs and their busy bees need to do some major promoting, and, heck, there are so many orgs and peeps around the world who would jump right onto this bandwagon even if they were stone- or tone -deaf. For we're not talking entertainment of quality or even excellent social commentary: Nah; I've heard/seen that. This is something different. All of us get that. And we've got lots to compare this to.
You've got your, what, five years of investment and some might call it "biasing," but it's not. You got into this b/c you bought into the idea. You got into OL long before ORwarriOR was a twinkle in the band's (and its many collaborators') muse's eyes.
BELIEVE!
And, dangit, I still don't have a clue about the darn band store. Ain't that frustrating?! The doggone fan-club membership is still "up for sale." So I haven't a clue how to navigate that site and Kobi's got more pressing things to do right now than to fix it all. Still, I wanted to spend a few hundred bucks on merch: I still do. This is frustrating me. That's not a lot of money, but it adds up. And that would help me spread the word. I mean, shoving a CD at a person you know and saying, "hey, this is immense: keep it; listen to it a few times; there's nothing like it in the world and soon something even better's comin' out..." That's the way to do it on a local level. AND I WANT TO (look out, drama-queen moment)
Hey, here I go doing the Faulkner jig again.
Bye for now. Take a break in Nice, poor iced-over woman.
Hill
