Delphi: News

10/17/2008 08:00 PM - CBGBs Tribute at Hailey’s Club Denton TX
122 Mulberry Street
Denton, Texas 76201
US
Cost:N/A
Description:Swedish Teens - Ramones Zanzibar Snails - Suicide Street Hassle - New York Dolls Deep Snapper - Television Delphi & band- Blondie Sarah Alexander & Banana Split Gang - Talking Heads Katy Margolis - Patti Smith

10/04/2008 08:00 PM - Art Love Magic @ Mokah Coffee
2803 Taylor Street
Dallas, Texas 75226
US
Cost:$5
Description:Live art, live music, live open mic! Delphi will co-host with the cats at ALM.

09/06/2008 08:00 PM - Dan’s Silverleaf
103 Industrial
Denton, Texas 76201
US
Cost:N/A
Description:On the main stage: The Boxcar Bandits Starhead The Heelers Swedish Teens The Jakeys On the back patio (so far): Delphi Will E. Lee Cody Jackson Lara Bryant Will Kapinos

08/23/2008 08:00 PM - Breast Cancer Benefit
Dallas,
US
Cost:N/A

08/02/2008 08:00 PM - ReViva Collective Sustainable Living Fest
Marathon
Marthon, Texas 79848
US
Cost:N/A
Description:www.livingwithnature.net

07/26/2008 08:00 PM - Art Love Magic @ Mokah
2803 Taylor Street
Dallas, Texas 75226
US
Cost:$7
Description:ART! LOVE!! MAGIC!! www.artlovemagic.com

5/ 05/01/2008 06:30 PM - Iraq War Protest/Peace March on the Square
110 W Hickory St
Denton, Texas 76201
US
Cost:FREE
Description:In front of the Denton Courthouse, playing after the Peace March with Ryan Gilbert and others. Support peace, support our troops. For more info visit:
www.myspace.com/unitedaid

05/07/2008 08:00 PM - Abisnthe Lounge Dallas/Mad Swirl
1409 South Lamar
Dallas, Texas 75206
US
Cost:Free
Description:Art, Poetry, Madness, Music. For the Mad Ones. MadSwirl.com

05/24/2008 10:00 PM - Denton Deluxe Show/Rubber Gloves
411 Sycamore
Denton, Texas 76201
US
Cost:N/A
Description:Denton DELUXE!!
06/04/2008 10:00 PM - Abisnthe Lounge Dallas/Mad Swirl
1409 South Lamar
Dallas, Texas 75215
US
Cost:free
Description:MADSWIRL.CoM Poetry Music Madness Peace

06/28/2008 08:00 PM - Art Love Magic Woman’s Show
Dallas, 75252
US
Cost:N/A

04/02/2008 10:00 PM
The Cavern
1914 Lower Greenville
Dallas, Texas 75206
US
Cost:$6
Description: With Alice Rose and Dustin Morris.

04/02/2008 11:30 PM
- Abisnthe Lounge/Mad Swirl
1409 South Lamar
Dallas, 75215
US
Cost:free
Description:www.madswirl.com

04/20/2008 10:00 PM - Dan’s Silverleaf
103 Industrial
Denton, Texas 76201
US
Cost:$6
Description: With the Lads, Admiral David V. and Sarah Alexander

03/05/2008 08:00 PM - Abisnthe Lounge Dallas/Mad Swirl
1409 South Lamar
Dallas, Texas 75215
Cost:free

04/02/2008 10:00 PM -
The Cavern
1914 Lower Greenville
Dallas, Texas 75206
US
Cost:$6
With Alice Rose and Dustin Morris.

04/02/2008 11:30 PM - Abisnthe Lounge Dallas/Mad Swirl
1409 South Lamar
Dallas, 75215
www.madswirl.com

04/20/2008 10:00 PM - The Porch/Dan’s Silverleaf
103 Industrial
Denton, Texas 76201
With the Lads, Admiral David V., Draknastula, and the Denton County Regulators

Check it out: My first book of poetry, based on the Mayan Calendar, 2012, high weirdness...and basically many of the themes I touch on musically, put into poetry. Please read an excerpt, found here:
http://www.lulu.com/content/1957102

Greetings and Merry Solstice,

Just your friendly neighborhood piano playing comrade wishing you the best holy midwinter sun-returning in whatever way you celebrate it, and thanking you all for your support and love. Thank you, those of you who bought the albums and came to the shows. Thank you, those of you who leave kind words and thoughts on bits of parchment rolled up in tiny leather purses and attached to pidgeons' necks. My dog has only taken one of the messengers, and was sharply reprimanded.

Long story short, here's some links and exciting gigs coming up:

January 2, 8:30 pm at Opening Bell Coffee (Dallas) with Your Axis on a Tilt, John Tracey, and Hunter Jackson
January 17, 10pm at Rubber Gloves Rehearsal Studios (Denton) with The Spike Band
February 29, headlining at The Boiler Room with Vaudvellian Madness of some sort ( as yet unnamed) Circus De La Morte and The Denton County Revelators

Buy the albums: cdbaby.com/all/delphination

And of course, more shows to come as time withers on in this endless apocalypse.
Peace and Love ya'll,
Delphi

Hi there. You may not know it, but I have an EP out called Shadowsongs. My mom thinks it kicks ass, and so will you. Here's the deal, I'm going to relocate, one way or another, to another country where speaking out about retarded religions and political brainwashing is more, uh, appreciated. But I can't do that alone. Like the proverbial WASP pointing his finger down the noses of the unsuspecting youth, I NEED YOU! To prevent forest fires, fight for just causes, and participate in the local music scene. And help me move to Scotland. :)
peace ya'll.
~d

"I love listening to Shadowsongs while I paint." --Kathryn McLaughlin, artist

"Delphi Shadowsongs is an awesome EP. And that's not just because it was mastered @ Black Bottle. (that was shameless)" ~Richard Haskins, Black Bottle Recording

"Delphi is a righteous glamazon." ~Severo Camacho III, righteous film student.

Check out a preview of the Shadowsongs EP on Delphi's Myspace: http://www.MySpace.com/JustDelphi

Wow, I feel neat! The Dallas Art Cast is a monthly podcast that showcases the Dallas, Denton, Fort Worth, and Austin art and music scene. This month's cast features some of my music from my latest EP, Shadowsongs. This one takes place in Ausitn at the Nohegan Art Festival.

If you're looking for something that inspires you about other creators, listen to the The Dallas Art Cast. Much love out to this extremely professional, inspiring, and unique group in the world of podacsts.

Wonderful! :)

Namaste,
D

Hey, check out this book by my friend Gina Olszowski called Now Coming to a Town Near You: Voices of Urban Sprawl.

Here's an exerpt:

They were farmers, city officials, planners, environmentalists, and regular residents just like you. They all brought their own experiences and points of view to the table. But slowly, a commonness began to emerge. A suburban homeowner’s reflection of changes past becomes entwined with a rural resident’s apprehension of the future. A farmer’s threatened business mirrors a boy’s threatened spirit. A story is born, and photographs of a landscape in transformation complete the picture.

www.atownnearyou.com

I just got word today that one of my songs, "North," an instrumental/soundtrack to a chase scene through Isaac Hayes' back yard kinda song, is actually going to be in a soundtrack to a chase scene. Only, it'll be in graphic novel form, set to a story by Jake Jacobson, writer, artist and co-creator of Space-Gun.com and co-producer of the Synesthetic Anthology. http://www.synestheticanthology.com. I'm super excited about this. There is also a possibility of "Battle Cry" making the cut as a future Anthology soundtrack.

I can't say enough about these guys: they're going to Chicago this Wednesday to the Chicago Comic Convention to promote Synesthetic, and they just work their guts out. Literally. It gets bloody come publishing time. Been pretty scary over there, from what I hear. Anyways, my longtime friend (buddy/writer/photographer/graphic designer for both albums/co-conspirator in the plot to revolutionize taste) Vihn-Luan Luu is a super talented, super-hardworking kinda guy whom I've known since the tender age of 15 when most people probably didn't want to be my friend. Luan introduced me to The Sandman and other classics which I read religiously under the stairs during lunches at the Catholic school we went to. We used to trade depressing but relatively good short stories with a dark filter on them, like our souls. And Jake, who I met in college through Luan, is a terrific writer and artist. OK so enough about my great friends.

Check it out, check it out. Goodness awaits.

Got this one this morning, just had to use guitar (i was hanging out with guitar players last night and the music got in my brain. Plus the keyboard was in the truck) so check it out, hope you enjoy.

We love our dualities here.

Watch this:

http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/

There is Nothing Left to Fear

Losin' the fear as I drain this beer,
a strange seer am I seeing things not born
but I'm alive
I'm alive
Take away the wormwood, leave the crow's foot
just the soot is all that is left of me
but I bleed
I bleed
Empty out your channels, break the control panels
this is just a free sample
stick it on your toungue
and I'm one
We're one

There's nothing left to fear the walls are crumbling
and the vines have crushed what was left
is thrust out, a new forest grows
where the old one was cut down
And the trees are loud, but so is the Sun
a million miles of fun, indeed but baby
it burns, it burns

Take out my heart but leave the lungs
my love is gone and wrong if I know what's good for me
I'll leave
I'll leave
A circle of bone is my new home
as the flesh recedes
why can't I see this when I'm hungry,
When I'm angry,
When I'm alone?
And I loved you most, said the Wine to the Host
a poppy seed looks like an Atom Bomb to me
They planted one,
they planted them all

But there's nothing left to fear, this song is older than
You and your Pyramid, when they ask,
"Do you have the time?" tell em I said,
"There's no time left anymore."
And I don't need Degrees to see the pattern is falling into place
my face is deceiving
the music was all that was left as I bared my chest to the sun.

There's nothing left to fear the walls are crumbling
and Humpty Dumpty's all cracked out,
the bulls of Guernica may run, but we hold our gardens
to the sun
yes we hold our gardens
to the sun

There's nothing left to fear, hold on at 3 a.m.
See, someone is singing, someone's praying,
someone's touching the sacred
faces of the dead

And somewhere there's a girl who talks to angels
and somewhere the Devil's looking for hate
and somewhere there are golden apples
waiting to be given away

There's nothing left to fear, this song is older
than you and your Pyramid.
When they ask,
"Do you have the time?"
Tell them I said,
"There's no time left anymore."

(new song, copywrite 2007 by Cheryl Anderson)


From Journal, 7/7/07:


Artifacts

I dreamed last night that I was playing piano in a square outdoors, and it seemed like some idyllic summer land--like Boulder in June, a permanent event of weather and time that showed no age or space or clock in anything but a blurred light. An older Hindi couple selling drums came to the square to sell them and to drum along and invite others to drum with them. Curious, and not really into what I was playing, I went over to the woman and asked if I could drum with her. Her husband, I guessed, smiled warmly, lovingly, like an uncle or brother. She smiled and handed me a drum, but then took my face in her hands. She cried, long tears in black eyes, sobs from her cheekbones, and I asked what was wrong. "They're trying to take it all away,"
-What away?
"They're trying to take the music. To make it quiet. To keep it out so no one can understand what it's saying. You have to tell a story. Everyone has a story, and you have to tell yours to keep others remembering what their own story is. If you give no one your story, no one can better learn her or his story for themselves, and this is how they take the music. One by one, no no no no no---I don't want it here, I don't want them to. We must not let them take it."

Crying with her, I came to some deep understanding of her words. I awoke feeling very emotional but also skeptical and doubting the dream itself. But in it I was a child bawling in her mother's breast, feeling only her sorrow and knowing that I could put an end to it, once the tears cease and the thoughts sink in.
Namaste

The flood last week was just the beginning. When it happened, I panicked, then grew calm. It was like a rollercoaster, you know you're strapped in, but something tells you that something is very, very, wrong with the picture you have in front of you, so the panic rises to your throat where it comes out in any variety of cries or yells or curses. Similarly with the flood; seeing the barn covered in less than five minutes by two to four inches of rushing water was disarming, to say the least. But at the same time, damming it up and stopping the water, clearing the drains outside, coming back into the barn soaked from head to toe and having eight pairs of eyes staring at you and knowing that they are more worried than you could ever know, felt like something was happening that had been waiting to happen for a long time. And I felt like I needed to be exactly where I was.
Similarly, when we saw Amma. I took directions from MapQuest, which lead us on a sidewise journey into suburban Addison instead of to the rather obvious Hotel Intercontinental. But we found it eventually...with the help of a kind deskperson who guided our path. Amma is a living saint, for those of you who don't know. She hugs people and gives each one a personal blessing, and works in charities aiding the sick, feeding the hungry, giving solace to the poor. She's amazing, basically. I was glad to share the gift of her message and her music with my mother, although we had to go back home before we could recieve a blessing. It was cool tho, because as we walked outside, my mom turned to me and said, "Well, I'm sorry you didn't get a hug from Amma, but I'll give you a hug." And we hugged for a long time. I knew that a hug and a blessing from my mother is more than what most peole could ever hope for, and I felt the peace that must run through you when Amma hugs you; that we are not separate, that we are incarnations of the Divine Universe, that we are here to create compassion, and to ease the suffering of others.

So while my friends are at Rainbow, journeying toward their path just as I did three summers ago (has it been that long?), I am at my parents' house, again, caring for my mother and all the animals. I need this. I need to know what it is to work hard (although my work is nothing in comparison to the burdens of others), and to realize that just because I'm in a shitty headstate doesn't mean that I have to bring it onto others. I can exist in my realm in peace only if I control what I put out. Horses are a great thermometer for this. My mom is too; she's kindof like a horse in that she's a very instictual person, moving from gut feelings and emotions more than cerebral decisions.

That's where I'm at. I'm honored to play the show at The Eighth Continent (been reading Fingerprints of the Gods, which makes it all the better), and I'm going to give energy from the songs into the collective consciousness that will be geared towards saving the Earth via the LiveEarth thing that's going on. Apparently 2 Million people are going to be watching, which probably means a low turnout for me, but oh well. I am greatful.

This next year will be interesting. One thing the road trip taught me so long ago was to trust what will be, to co-create with your intuition in one hand and the codes of love and compassion (the Will of the Universe) in the other. I pray I can utilize these gifts in a meaningful way that will improve the world for all living creatures. And the dead ones, cause they're my buddies, too.
Love&Light,
me