LULLABY OF THE MULTIVERSE

Greetings fine people,

I read an abstract by a scientist who is intent on proving that parallel universes (ie the multiverse) exist. His method is to construct a quantum computer and essentially perform a calculation such that parts of the calculation are done in the parallel universes and combine to the final answer in our universe; sort of multitasking in the multiverse. So I got to thinking...given that our brains are essentially quantum computers of a sort, then perhaps when we dream our brains are actually drawing on images from parallel universes. I was thus inspired to write a lullaby to help everyone to get to sleep and experience the multiverse. You'll notice that the chorus in this song is slightly different each time....you just have to use your imagination that each chorus in fact exists in a different universe ;-)...So here it is, live off the floor from the catatorium..

Lullaby of the Multiverse: Song Track

LULLABY OF THE MULTIVERSE: Lyrics

Close your eyes and drift away.
All your troubles vanish

into the infinite center of a dream
of a thousand faces of you and I.

Rest your head and slumber
on this pillow soft and

into the infinite center of a dream
of the many faces of you and I.

Bring no fear, just let go.
Set your spirit floating

into the beautiful center of the dream
of a thousand faces of you and I.

Dreams collide to take form
of the new day we live joyful

into the infinite center of the dream
of a thousand journeys of you and I.

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

LIGHT FANTASTICA

Hello friends,

I sincerely wish that everyone is enjoying life to the fullest extent possible.

Light Fantastica: Song Track

We were having a party in Whitehorse over at big sister Wendy's house to kick off a new business venture. We had all the players there and there was a geologist friend who came up to me and said "people here say that there is an incredible energy band that crosses the Yukon and, if you look closely, the colours are protruding from the third eye on my forehead" as he pointed to his forehead. Two sheets to the wind, I squinted at his forehead and, in my best redneck accent, I said; "Buddy!? I can't see yer third eye"....for me, things progressed into the much stranger category from that point.

This was originally intended to be a rock song but....I wanted to be different today... Here's a country song for y'all:

LIGHT FANTASTICA: Lyrics

Suddenly, in a blinding flash of light,
I had to close my eyes.
Coincidence, or was it meant to be
That only I would see the blue sky?

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

20 days and 20 long, long nights,
A thousand year rain.
The water mark had reached the final crest,
Our livelihoods on the line.

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

Opening up, the sky told me its plan,
The water and the air of life.
Opened up, I told the sky my plan
Of the water and the air of life

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

Suddenly, in a blinding flash of light
I had to close my eyes.
Coincidence, or was it meant to be
That only I would see the blue sky?

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

ALL THE BEST FOR THE LONG WEEKEND

PJ

PS) HERE'S THE ROCK PRE-VERSION:
LONG ROAD: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

A LOSS FOR WORDS

Hello once again to all fine people,

A Loss For Words: Song Track

A dear friend gave me this book by a fellow named Douglas Hofstadter who had written a column in the Scientific American magazine called "Metamagical Themas" (also the title of the book). In the preface he begins to describe what he calls "Whirly Art" which describes as his particular form of artistic expression. As he describes; he begins with a form (many times the alphabet) and then begins to freely doodle strange variations of lines and patterns off the top of his head and onto the paper creating new alphabets and "fontscapes" with no purpose or practical end use intended.

I could relate to this sort of obsession given that most everyone in my family does this whirly art of one form or another while talking on the phone or doing something while having a pen and paper in hand. I don't think there are any Slacks who can just jot down a phone number without frilling it up with whirly art and I certainly have never sat through a meeting without a full page of doodling..

When the kids arrive at home at the end of the school day, they litter the house with free form "whirly art" for which I have a large stack of paper and markers available. It's really a great pass time to exercise creative tensions and sometimes there are some very interesting and wonderful creations that emerge. In my opinion Douglas is on to something big here...

Finally I realized that I needed to confess to all of you that much of the music I create is doodling whirly art!!. I begin with a pleasing construct with form and then layer all sorts of free form expressions on top with no purpose or practical end use other than to annoy all of you with endless uploads. This particular song I tried to write words and construct a vocal melody but it just wasn't working for me. Some times there are words that don't require music and some times there is music that doesn't require words. So I decided to do some whirly art with the guitar voice instead, and backed up with some far north Brazilian backdrop. Most people wouldn't consider broadcasting their whirly art on the internet....But why not?!! ...It would be revolutionary!! ;-)

All the best to all of you,

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

BROWN JUG SEPARATION

Dearest and most gracious music listeners..

Brown Jug Separation: Song Track

I sincerely hope everyone is on top of the world.

One of the most difficult things to do as a performer (at least for me) is to play an instrument and sing at the same time. For the past 4 months I have been working on techniques to achieve "separation" in my performance on guitar and piano both along with vocals and also separation in guitar and piano playing techniques in themselves. This song is a my benchmark thus far for guitar and vocals. The song is about my chosen separation from beer ...It kind of makes you want to have a beer...hmmmmmmm

I was inspired by some other performers to write and perform this song and it is dedicated to, and in the style of 2 musicians whom I met recently. Both of these performers have super natural abilities of separation and are both incredible artists.

The first fine fellow is Trevor Mills ( TREVOR MILLS ). The second time I met Trevor we sort of spontaneously decided to find some instruments and jam. While we were jamming I was totally blown away that he could carry on a perfectly normal conversation with another person (who was with us but not jamming) while jamming with me....The whole thing threw me off just thinking about what was going on at that moment :-) I finally figured out that this was Trevor's way of achieving separation of guitar playing and singing. He really is incredible and he is an inspiration to me. I highly recommend his new album "Karyoke Cowboy".

The other fine fellow is Manitoba Hal ( MANITOBA HAL ) who completely blew my mind when he performed at the Hughs room some time ago. His latest album "This Condition" is an absolute must for anyone who enjoys the style of this song. I've been working a similar guitar method with the help of Bruce who gave me some classical pieces to study in order to achieve separation of the thumb and forefingers in a unique finger picking style like Manitoba Hal....

...So here it is, live off the floor (only one track this time... ;-) from the catatorium on Winston Churchill BLVD...

Brown Jug Separation: Song Track

BROWN JUG SEPARATION: Lyrics

I found joy in a little brown jug;
you press it to your lips and it feels like love.

...ahhhh not like any kind of love you want...cold crystal clear love!!!

You can buy the brown jug at the market square.
The lady will tell you "you're going to grow hair".

....ahhh not like any hair you want....brown jug hair...

When you're making sweat, and your throat is dry,
the little brown jug; by your side.

....won't be making sweat for much longer...you'll be on your back..too
many brown jugs will do that to you, yah know...

In my garage, in a far dark corner;
a thousand brown jugs we call the dead soldiers.

...ahhh not like any war you've seen...a war of leisure...a war with
yourself.

Then one day I came to my senses;
I threw brown jug away and started mending fences.

...ahhhh I had a lot of fences to mend...police towed my car...just going
crazy everywhere.

I once found joy in a little brown jug;
you press it to your lips and it feels like love.....but it isn't.

LOVE TO ALL

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

THE EXTRA CONVERSATION

Hello music listeners,

Today I have no music but instead some writing inspired by some scientific concepts floating around out there. It is very difficult not to be inspired by the bright minds, talents and passions of the many great scientists on our planet searching for truth and discovering themselves among other incredible and magical things. For all, the pursuit is a struggle and is truly fine art in so much as theories can be expressions and opinions that others can either accept or reject.

..And so love it or hate it... Here is an expression and an opinion :-)

THE EXTRA CONVERSATION

On the edge of my mind are the words I want to say,
yet without voice, the words are spoken anyways.
I hear the words on the edge of your mind,
urging me not to speak those words today.

It's the extra conversations that create
the sometimes silent, awkward pause in time,
to allow the seed of the same thoughts in each mind,
to speak in locked rhythms of ocean, air and other earthly places
complete.

It's the extra conversation that intertwine the senses
thus weaving a thought complete with wonder and hope
of a better place far off in the rays of the sun expressed,
where words can flow harmless as a gentle breeze.

It's the extra conversation that is the vessel
carrying the truth in our words and in our hearts
to shed all doubt that we say what we mean
and what we say is in a meaningful way received.

On the tip of my tongue are the words I want to say.
Near or far those words travel, without speaking,
to the thoughtful observers transcending both time and space,
and whose careful voices whisper back the body of all knowledge for ever
assuring a place for the meanings of the words I want to say.
Finally replying "I know", shedding the rays of all knowledge through the
universe in a cascading symphony of belonging.

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

SILENCE SPOKEN

...An Acoustic Instrumental

Silence Spoken: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack,SOCAN

LET THE SUN SHINE

...kind of a rock tune...
Let The Sun Shine: Song Track

LET THE SUN SHINE: Lyrics

Let the sun shine on your heart.
Let the sun shine on your soul.
From the center of our universe,
There is a light that shines upon us all.

Free of guilt.
Free of hate.
Free of self.
Free of pain.


...Enjoy!!!

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

THE CORPORATE BLUES TRACKS

...THIS IS A CHAIN LETTER AND GOOD LUCK WILL COME TO THOSE WHO FORWARD TO AT LEAST 3 OTHERS...

This is to announce a free web release of the first PJ Slack album: "The Corporate Blues Tracks". All of the lyrics and full length (128kbs) MP3 files are available free of charge and for your own private use. Go to the following web page:

PETER J SLACK: THE CORPORATE BLUES TRACKS

Feel free to make a personal CD for your private use and also add this to your private MP3 library collection on your fantastic computer device(s).


1. Another Day

2. Point Source

3. Tribal Knowledge

4. Six Sigma

5. Golf

6. So Cold

7. Life's Rush

8. Mush

9. Off Blues

10. Circles

11. Distance

12. I-Oasis

13. Silicon System

14. Blue Sunday

15. Cadilac

16. Catch Phrase

17. Celebration

18. Sprawl


Please tell your friends (forward this email) about this site and invite them to tell their friends. There are no explicit words or concepts and so the music is also suitable for kids.

Peace, Love and Grooviness

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

LOWVILLE

Well!!!

Wouldn't you know.... the other day while driving through Lowville I heard a strange choir singing in a little stone church on the edge of town. It was none other than the Erin Redneck Tabernacle Revival! Since I had all of my gear I quicky set up and recorded this song...;-)

Lowville: Song Track

LOWVILLE: Lyrics

Living life high in the pristine mountains,
You can hear the angels cry,
Having mercy on those poor souls of Lowville.
On the outskirts of town,
In the fields of freshly cut green,
The river cuts through the soul of Lowville.

Further down the road is a den of snakes,
With poison in their fangs and rattles on their tails,
Ready to strike the unsuspecting travelers through Lowville.
From the falling hills of white and gray,
That once overlooked ancient lakes with ancient creatures,
In the middle of the saddle of crumbling spires is Lowville.

Looking out over the fields of wheat,
Along the road where the sun sets in the east,
Is the little stone church of Lowville,
Where the solemn souls march to their pace,
And go to make their peace.
Lifting their spirits high from the depths of Lowville.

Fallen are the children whose family are their slaves.
They look down from the crystal palaces high,
Into the lowly depths of Lowville.
Marching are the armies that take no prisoners,
On the edge of a land that is no place,
Hear only the cry of those lonely souls of Lowville.

Living life high in the pristine mountains,
You can hear the angels cry,
Having mercy on those poor souls of Lowville.
Walk the path of the righteous and step down,
To give your hand, your love, your attention,
To those unfortunate souls in Lowville.

THE WORLD WILL BE A BETTER PLACE.!

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

FALLING OVER

Hello to all fine, incredible people,

I awoke the other day with the urge to write and produce another song for the "Cataclysm" project, but even more important, for all of you. I then spent the next few days working this tune out of my head and am now happy to send as a low fat Easter treat email. The link to the mp3 file is directly below and the lyrics are at the bottom of this email.

Falling Over: Song Track

I have a few announcements to get out of the way here:

All "PJ Slack" releases will also be SOCAN ( SOCAN ) as I am now a member of this society.

"The Corporate Blues Tracks" is slated to be released under an "Open Source" license for music. This will be available in the near future and freely downloadable and free for you to distribute for non-comercial use....The world changes...

I have recently been added to the cast of songwriters who produce a show at the Hugh's room in Toronto called "the Monthly Show". The organization is called "The New Foundation" ( The New Foundation ). If you are in the city and have a chance, go to see this fantastic show!!

The Bruce Jones project is nearing completion. I will let you know as soon as there are CD's and other information available but, in the meantime, I might be able to convince Bruce to release one or two choice mp3's through the Digital Birdman network ;-)...(VERY EXCITING!!!)

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One of the greatest perpetual cataclysms has to be spring time. Although this song is indirectly about spring and inspired by spring, it is intended as a celebration of renewal and change....Enjoy!

FALLING OVER: Lyrics

I threw all the papers away.
I finally lost my way, some say.
Even as the world bleeds more every day,
the sun shines down today,
showing us the path to take.

[CHORUS]
Falling over,
falling down.
Starting over,
from the ground, once again.

Feelings can get in the way,
of seeing clearly through each day.
Even if I were to throw my picture book away,
the images never fade.
Living colour through the haze.

[CHORUS]
The snow and ice melt away,
and life can be on its' way once again.
Even if a fire swept all the life away,
the seed is planted again,
in the ground to grow another day.

[CHORUS]

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

Love and Peace to all,

PJS