Let Us Change Our World....

This blog will be short but possibly one of the most important blogs I'll write...

I watched a film today called Zeitgeist. It is an independent film created to illustrate the reality of the world we live in. It is a very, very powerful film and an incredible eye opener. I am recommending everyone I know to watch it.

I send this remark not so you will watch the film and agree with everything that is told, but instead that you will watch the film and ponder. Watch it with a friend and afterwards discuss the topics. I simply wish to ignite something inside everyone who reads this blog, that helps fuel change for our future.

There are two parts to this film and if you have the time I HIGHLY recommend watching both. They are full length documentaries so make sure you have the time to finish it fully.

They are strong stated and some things mentioned may be opposite to what you believe, and by golly thats what it's all about!

They focus mostly on the way the world is and is run now, and how, with a little bit of spit and vinegar, from us, the generations of today and tomorrow, we can make the world a truly incredible place to live. As of now however there is plenty of corruption. Corruption that I myself had been ignorant to until watching these films.

We are powerful, brilliant human beings and our nations can and should be united as one world.

Possibilities are endless if we avoid suppression. Renewable resources are at our fingertips and peace is so easily attained.

All of this will be illustrated in the films. I promise you they will make you think and what a beautiful thing it will be.

So I ask you, from the bottom of my little heart, find a friend, grab a delicious plate of cheesy nachos or other movie snack of sorts, sit down, and open your mind. Let yourself live fully and lets change the world. All of us together!

Films: http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/

Information on the movement: http://www.thezeitgeistmovement.com/

Related Links http://www.thevenusproject.com/

-im

Incredible Reality....

I find the best moments in life are the ones that reinforce ones aching, unmistakeable belief in something.

As I live each and every day I continually break down the complex nature that is our existence. Everyone does this in their own respect.

I'm at an odd place trying to write a blog about a feeling I don't quite understand however, so expect an unfocused jumble of random thought.

I'll begin with weekly physical updates.

I am at work probably more than I am consciously in my home. And although I should be more focused on my music, my job is far from terrible. I am tired by the end of my days but I am surviving. It is less that I am tired and bored by the ailments of full time work, but instead I find myself more frustrated and anxious that I am not spending these long days writing or singing or creating. My medium term plan is to work my butt off these next two months, bank some money to coast with, then slow down at work in the new year to get cracka-lackin on my music. I know this is me putting off my work, but I guess this is the beginnings of the struggling artist motif. There are sacrifices to be made and lessons to learn. The benefit will be mine when I truly understand the harder times.

Mentally I am slightly loosing it. As aforementioned I am often anxious and irritable due to my body doing one thing and my heart and mind focused on another. The long days have also put sleep depravation in the mix, but it is nothing compared to my Winnipeg insomnia so I appreciate what I get. I still miss home and my friends and family.

I haven't played guitar in quite some time now and that may be what's killing me the most. I know that as soon as I pick up my baby and we begin to breathe again I'll calm down. I need to book a show I think. Clean my veins of this full time work load of crap!

Well, to be honest, this blog began with intention to be poetic, insightful and pAssionate but within the 15 minutes of me updating how draining life can be, I've become quite tired. Since I work tomorrow I feel as though sleep would be an easier choice of roads.

My only fear is that the working mans world will suppress my creative spirit.

Here's to fighting the good battle.

cheers

-IM

Giant Rabbits and Home Style Visits....

Thank the sweet divine mother of Jesus for this giant rabbit!

It, among countless other marvels of Canadian artwork, managed to realign this slowly de-railing train I called my enthusiasm for being here.

Nuit Blanche took place this weekend in Toronto and, might I say, it was astounding.

As I power walked down Queen West (Making up for miserably backed up TTC) I was greeted by barmy, living pieces of artwork at every corner. Locally filmed or animated shorts were being projected on building walls, tales of time travel were being told by dancers, in the streets were violinists, painters, sculptors, jugglers, street meat venders....... artists.

I stopped for a moment to watch a young girl craft daisies on the sidewalk with chalk. Her face glowed with joy and creation. She would start the stem of one flower, then hand the chalk off to a stranger in the street. The stranger would finish their etch and slowly the concrete jungle of cement and chewed gum became a collective garden of individuality and honest moments of creative release. Flowers grew into exotic plants, which then grew into beings of vegetation, which then grew into beings only conjecturable by imagination. Whether a bona-fide, self proclaimed artist, or simply a fellow walking home from a day in the office, this single spot on earth allowed one to close their eyes, open their heart and just let go. A practice to often overlooked, and under appreciated in the bustle of everyday life.

A deep, cool breathe helped me appreciate the moment that much more.

I couldn't help but laugh as an entourage of college riffraff began doodling their penis flowers peeing on other creations. As long as their creativity was being expressed, the begetter of this installation didn't seem to mind much.

As I stood, suspiring at the joy this girl found in aiding everyones spiritual prerogative , I realized where I was. Not at Nuit Blanche, nor in Toronto, or even in Canada, but where I was in life.

This week had been a hard one. Late nights, long days, empty homes, straining heart and worst of all, lack of creativity. I began to see that this full time job was putting a serious cap on the amount of music I was playing. My nights were taken, my days were taken, and I was too tired to play. My worst nightmare was coming true as I was beginning a life in Toronto based no longer around music. I had a perfectly good, free home in Thunder Bay where I could work all the time and never play or write!

My stomach was churning with the thought of starting routines that eliminated my passion.

My heart was parched of the vehemence I started this journey with. I was scared. Terrified.

But something about this girl, this moment in time, this mass collection of hundreds of thousands of people...artists, sparked a fire in me. A fire that was on the verge of extinguish.

I continued my jaunt down Queen West only to be inspired by every living being I saw. Each breath, each heart, each mind, teeming with endless, abundantly accumulated imagination just craving the opportunity to erupt into something... anything... everything.

I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by love for my gift and my life.

I have an incredible, free opportunity to express myself in a beautiful, appreciated manner and it is an honor I am entitled to never cede.

It took an entire night of enveloping myself in a sea of artistry for me to again realize this.

And so, as I reflect, guitar on lap, pen in hand, I imagine a future filled with stage lights and screaming crowds. Back stages, signing tables, fan mail, and tour busses. I see huge stadiums, and intimate lounges.

I see many tiny flowers, sketched, esoterically in each individual. I see an overgrown garden allowed to flourish wildly and beautifully. I see a world covered in chalk flowers. A mass of spontaneous, momentous, wondrous, blueprints of our minds. For all the world to admire and conjoin.

I see a future easily attainable by a driven man, in a forgiving, beautiful world.

Cheers,

IM