BLOGS The Earthquake The other day I went thru my first strong earthquake in Los Angeles. I live on the 13th floor of a loft building in Downtown LA and it was, as if I was shaking inside a Cereal Box! For a moment there being on the 13th. wasn't helping matters much. I almost started screaming out the window, THIS IS THE BIG ONE FOLKS! When things got back to normal. Needless to say it is a humbling experience. It's like innately you know who's boss around here. Many friends of mine say how can there be a God when there's Earthquakes and Volcanoes and misery? Well before that thought came into my mind I was about to write about the reward we get immediately after such earthshaking experiences and the great things that start to happen immediately after. I love to watch it happen. Good people turn into heroes, saints, they become compassionate and splendid with themselves. I've been blessed to have been thru and survived such ordeals and what I remember most is always the human bond during the circumstance and in the aftermath. Those that have survived battle know well what I say. At the Cafe they were handing out water and coffee and Lily saying as if anybody needs to get more jacked up. In downtown they make people leave the building until the all clear signal is given. It was a great morning after all on Spring Street. By the time I got to the office, which was later in the day, I expected everybody to be in a group session singing Kumbaya or something deep but no, it was business as usual. Nobody even mentioned the earthquake! So I had to ask Renya, where were you when it happened? Nonchalantly she says sitting right here eating a sandwich. I'm still in shock and I'm asking if nothing shook off the walls or anything cracked? She laugh and say No it was only a 4.2. Now we're talking points I'm telling her it was a 5.6! No that was in El Chino. I compromised by saying that maybe it was a 5.4 in Downtown since everything's bigger there. Well I don't know about you people but that thing threw me out of bed! Chris looks at me and says. That was 11: 42. You stayed up late last night didn't you AB? I didn't bother to say anything metaphysical and just walked away saying to myself, that it's a known fact these California Folks have always been a little tipsy. Made the Devil Cry I just listened to a buddy of mines Jonathan McEuen, interpretation of a song I wrote with Alan Miller in Nashville. The song's title is "The Night I made the Devil Cry." I remember the night. Alan took my original concept of; The Night I Saw the Devil Crying into, the night I Made....When he proposed the change I cringed with trepedetion. What would I do to enrage and sadden the devil so? He said just being good! Between Jonathan singing the song, remembering Alan and how I feel at the moment is like I'm part of a perfect triangle of essences. The power of Three then times 3 and times 3 again and so on is infinitely building upon the other. A perfect Biosphere. Vision I think of things I cant see and try to imagine how they look. How can you dream of something you don't even know exists. It could be something that's perfect for you, a solution, where you should be, or what you would like to be. I don't know if I would be a musician nowadays if all things were shown to me in detail when I was a child. Did I do what impressed me most? What I lacked most and therefore wanted? I was so scared once that I had to ask a priest if I would be dammed to hell if I chose to be a musician. They told me it was the devil's hop-yard. If it was, then I would be like Daniel, walking into into Lions Den.