diary entry for today: rubbish tip beauty , present moment recycling thoughts, the rich tapestry of Tony Chapman’s “reality”

22nd Dec 15

So many things to say. Chair scrapes accross the plastic tiles behind me in this cafe. Before I started writing I had so many ideas of what to write about in my brain. Now I start I don’t know which idea to use first.

I think the first thing is: people actually follow me on my blog!

TThis gives me a totally different feeling about my writing. It has added meaning … but I must remember it is still MY diary I’m writing … I’m still writing for me.

So, my diary, is about what is happening to me, today!

Well, I’ve just dumped a lot of  “rubbish” at the rubbish tip, a surprisingly beautiful place, in its organisation … a skip for every category of stuff we have no use for anymore.

As l tipped the empty cardboard IKEA packages into the cardboard and paper skip, I saw them as precious materials to be recycled into something else…

… and isn’t that what we all are?… precious materials, that will be recycled into something else after we die …(indeed nothing is lost … )

and, taking that thought further , aren’t we, in one moment, (or, indeed, isn’t the moment itself?), precious materials to be recycled into a totally different form, (even though it may appear the same), in the next moment?

So, this is my diary. I have just eaten a cheese roll, (like a sausage roll except cheese,) here, in the Amsterdam Hema, (a shop I want to write a song of praise about), and  I’m trying not to eat wheat , or all grain products) , hard not to when I’m finally on my own and writing my diary / blog…. in the Hema cafe …

( l like using 3 dots… it flows … more like my life, no clear cut endings or beginnings except in my songwriting and paintings )

… And I’ve also, in the past, made a website for my music teaching and it didn’t take off, even though my teaching method works like pure genius in the  real world, and now as I write about me and  about my life … I get followers! imagine that.

I feel one of my problems (but probably its one of my strengths if I work it right  ), is that I’m a kaliedosope of things, a patch-work quilt of interests, passions, skills, ( a pure aquarius ) … I find it hard to categorize myself:

I’m a visual artist, musician, writer, therapist , poet, gatherer of ideas, songwriter, listener , teacher, inspirer, sculptor … the list goes on …

well that will do for now. See you tomorrow , or later today, in the next available, completely different moment!  🙂

Rainbow Ruminations.

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Rainbow Ruminations flowed into and out  of the head of The World Class, Multimillionaire, Basketball Player as he sat on the toilet.
   “I’ll be back” he chorteled’. . .

“making it” with my music

I am Tony Chapman. … I am still trying to “make it” with my music and art and creative writing. I’m not giving up … this is the story of my journey from here on, AS IT TAKES PLACE these are my footsteps as I plant them… ahead of me lies an unbroken beach of warm sand or an unbroken plain of cold snow… well… first footstep…here l go!

I have found out from googling:

1. you have to have a brand. (this isn’t a commercial sell out … it can come from who you are, what you have to offer, in an honest way, but you should
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be conscious of it. Then you can make it consistent, a kind of umbrella over all the elements of your art/ music / writing or whatever you have to offer.

2. More later…

Terrible infants juggle fishnet-green bottles under sad, lime-green oaktrees, cisterns balanced on their sea-green heads.

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Christmas swings onto focus, the chiseling undertakers rent long, sad race-courses to walk on and they collide with other hypocrites out for a ridiculous Sunday  stroll … too.

https://tonychapman.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/01-kissed-tony-chapman.mp3

“Market Song” written by Jerry Spurlock, performed by Tony Chapman by lieghonsea on SoundCloud

http://soundcloud.com/lieghonsea/market-song-written-by-jerry The specks of stars litter the night sky and I sneak beneath them feeling vulnerable to their stare like I’m a mouse and they are countless hawk eyes about to drop. Luckily I reach shelter before they do. And from the safety of indoors, looking out through the window’s glass I appreciate their beauty and apparent distance.