Zen: surrendering to the flow
So I've been reading a lot about Buddhism and Zen in the past year and a half or so, and I have to say I find it to be extremely refreshing. The thing about Zen is, you can find it in any aspect of life; music, theatre arts, religion, sports, hiking....
"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness."
~ John Muir
I admit to have never felt anything I would call 'spiritual' prior to my 25th year. Don't get me wrong, I sure ain't no born again. ;) Seriously though, the more time I spent outside, appreciating nature, the more I had this amazing feeling of connectivity to everything - and the more I began to develop a great sense of compassion for all things living (except maybe the drivers George was referring to in his blog and the members of the current administration). So whenever I have this conversation and somebody asks me to describe what it was like to identify this feeling with spirituality, I was always more or less at a loss. To me, it was more of a fleeting feeling of being completely one with the world and the universe that then gets drowned out by our day to day lives and 'problems.' A glimpse of enlightenment. Then I read this quote by Peter Matthiessen:
"Soon the child's clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions. Simple free BEING becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day... we become seekers."
That is exactly it - that is my experience. It was made possible by several variables, and I think the biggest has been being on the road with U-Melt. The connection with nature is something I've always felt, but am just beginning to understand deeply, I think. ;) The rest, however, is coming from spending so much time on the outskirts of our 'society'...
In the van for hundreds of hours a year, one has plenty of time to be contemplative. Simultaneously, doing something like what we do removes you from what's going on in society just enough not to be objective (because I'm trying to shed the objective/subjective duality view of reality, which is not actually the true nature of things) but to see the forest for the trees, if you will. To see things as they actually are. If you can't understand what I mean, I'll give you an easy example to help ya: You've all known someone in a bad relationship, or been in one yourself. Just how bad it is is sometimes completely ignored or somehow missed by one member of said relationship - although you can clearly see that it's terribly disfunctional. So in essence, it's a feeling of being on the outside looking in. Of course that's a false mental construct to certain degree, but we're still on Buddhism 101 here... Well, anyway, traveling on the road the way we do is FREE BEING, in the sense that no one's telling us what to do; for the most part, we're our own mini society. We're doing only what we want to and what we feel is right. I believe this has let me shed a lot of the preconceptions and opinions that I got bombarded with as a child growing up (as we all do) and not just as a child even - it never stops. In contrast to performing for people who are cheering for us, it has also let me shed a great deal of ego. I was never an ego case or anything like that, but I'm talking about ego as one's sense of 'self.' It's been a very interesting journey for me. It is beginning to translate to my playing - something I noticed in particular just last night at the Stone Pony.
"There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so."
~ William Shakespeare
"When I'm in this state everything is pure, vividly clear. I'm in a cocoon of concentration. And if I can put myself in that cocoon, I'm invincible.... I'm living fully in the present. I'm absolutely engaged, INVOLVED in what I'm doing.... it comes and it goes, and the pure fact that you are out on the first tee of a tournament and say, " I must concentrate today," is no good. It won't work."
~ Tony Jacklin
The past year and a half we've writing some really difficult music. Sometimes we nail the parts, sometimes we don't. I will tell you that when we do nail them is not when we're thinking extra hard, but rather when we are SURRENDERING TO THE FLOW. I bet some of y'all have heard that somewhere before...
That is when I have a good show. When I can channel.. IT. Whatever IT is. You know, the same IT from Panacea's lyrics. When I am listening to the guys play and not think about what they're ABOUT to do but what they're DOING... and truly connect with it. It is a true moment of Zen, another glimpse of enlightenment. It is but fleeting, but once you know it's possible...

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Rob,
I can't pretend that I know quite the extent of isolation that you guys have experienced on the road, but the place I'm supposed to call my home is really just a box w/ heat, central air, washer and dry, shower, ect.
As I was leaving Lafayette, I had this feeling rush over me as I saw the sign 65 to Chicago that I should just say fuck the cables that I left at my "friends" place in Pittsburgh; forget about the 20 dollars that he supposedly had for me if I came back through and go to show in Dekalb that Saturday.
Once I got into Ohio, that's when I felt like I needed to send you that message (which I neglected to thank you guys for the Apostrophe in Lafayette) and once again express my gratitude for you guys tolerating my crazy as during those 4 shows.
So, a couple hours later I get back into Pburgh and I realized why I felt like I should just throw caution to the wind and see you guys play one more night. I'm soon their after entangled in drama revolving around my "friend" and his girl's drug addictions. All because I loaned him 20 dollars.
The cables and the 20 bones only concerned me b/cause of the ticket that I have to play to some county in Indiana. I just knew that I would have to come back to Knoxville and get some gig to pay for that fuckin ticket. I end up leaving the next day w/ my bag of cables and still out twenty dollars.
During those four days and nights , I was on what I referred to after jokingly saying it on the way to Moondog's. "were gonna play a little game I like to call psychic mapquest.".
I had a very vague set of directions from one city, one venue to the next. Just going were I thought I was supposed to until I got close to each city. Driving to Cincinnati, I had no clue were the venue was. I just got off at some Cincinnati exit hoping to find a wifi connection or someone who could give me directions to the Mad Frog. Kind of in desperation, I pulled into a White Castle parking lot. As soon as I get out of the car and start to stretch my legs, I a have a lady ask me If I had another cigarette. So, I hand her a cigarette and asked her if she knew where E. McMillian St. was. She told me IT was just 2 blocks up the road. Then I asked if she knew where the venue was and she told me it was across the street before I got through the intersection on the left, that I would see a Kroger across the street. It seemed a little too easy to get there without any directions.
After that show, I had no idea where I was gonna crash. I just went a couple miles down 75 and got off at some exit and pulled into a random parking lot, caught some ZZZ's. I knew I couldn't tape Bowling Green unless I got a hand full of DAT tapes. So, I started heading north and see a little music store. Of course, no DAT tapes. He asks what I need them for. I tell this guy about the band. Then ask him if he's heard of Moe. . He tells me that he saw them at some festival. I briefly tell him about you sitting in for Al and most of the guys sitting in with U-Melt on some occasion. He writes down the url for the bnnds page as I tell him I should have got a box of DAT tapes from Guitar Center before I left K-town. He tells me theres a GC about 2 blks from his store and begins drawing me a map.
I walked in, grabbed a couple tapes,was in and out in 20 minutes or less.Then started heading north to Bowling Green, once again with out a map or directions. Found the venue with what seemed once again to be too much ease.
Basically the same deal w/ the Lafayette show but I called the venue and got vague directions again. (didn't get your messages that you guys were at the brewery setting up until I was already on my way there: but thats a different story)
I briefly talked to you about your Mesa and what output you had it set to after the Pittsburgh show. and then mentioned that I'm trading in my Hot Rod 4 x 10 for a classic '71 reverb deluxe II.(this is going somewhere I promise)
When I started playing the verb I had asked a guy in gtrs that I hadnt met before about grabing a red SG (fuckin Zappa on the brain) and a 1/4" cable. Some how or another before I get back to the verb to try 'er out; Trey's custom Languedoc's came up.
As I'm playing across the room I heard the opening chords to "Divided Sky". I started playing one of the riffs after I no longer heard from across IT the room. I had already told another guy working there that I was gonna put the verb on lay away. As I'm getting ready to put some money down on it Alfred (the cat from guitars that I had talk to earlier) asked if I heard the "Divided Sky".
I preceded to tell him that if it was for a guitar teacher of mine and "Split, Open, and Melt" that I would have never learned the language of music.
He tells the guy that was gonna ring me up to hold on for a sec. that he needed to show me something. So he gets on his web page and as soon as he's opening a picture of him with PHISH after the '93 knoxville show, I hear the first riff of the studio cut of "Stash". I just looked as him and said while pointing to the speaker mounted in the ceiling "Stash".
This is weird.I just got chills, as I was typing this, I opened Picture of Nectar in Itunes and it starts playing "Catapult"- it just took me back in time to Cincinnati.
Back to the GC thing. He just looks at me and says "Surrender to the Flow(Phlow)" He proceeds to tell me he's seen 400+ Phish shows and that he's got two boxes full of DAT tapes from '91 to Coventry in Utah. I asked him what the chances of getting a hold of them. He's bringing them back to K-town after he goes out to Utah for Christmas, but he doesn't have a DAT machine anymore. Of course I told him I'd transfer them, So lomg as I make him a copy of each of them
I could reference a dozen other fucked up things that have happen to me once i learned to surrender to the flow, but I'll save them for another time.
Thanks for making me feel at home during the four shows I caught (so far) on this leg or your fall tour.
You guys are the most intelligent, spirited,hardest working four piece band( in my opinion ) in North America if not the world. I'd wish you guys luck if I thought you needed it.
Oh, yea George what Tampa show did you say that you were lookin' for?
N E way Keep it Greasy,
Paul Staats
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