We all have something that burns inside of us, that drives us on.
Mine is a seesaw with reading and music on opposite ends, a perfect combination of knowledge and power. I gain wisdom (hopefully) from reading the books I love and power from creating music.
Both are parts of me I can’t shut off, not that I would want to. They make me who I am and drive me on. They burn deep inside, always trying to bubble to the surface.
I wrote this song a long time ago, back when the world was still sane.
I’m sharing it now because I still believe in the lyrics, and the melody is quite infectious. It’s a lyric video, so you can easily tag along, even if I slur a few words.
This one is more recent, pushed out of the womb last year (July, 2020).
It has an easy feel to it, open and airy. Even though I wrote it, I must confess to not fully understanding exactly what message it contains, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.
Also, my youngest daughter sings along with me on this track, so it will always be close to my heart.
Life is all about focus, and the above encapsulates mine pretty well.
If the spirit moves you, drop your focus in the comment section, along with any other thoughts you might have.
I’d love to hear what drives you on.
Have a wonderful day!
-I am Crandew
Quite possible one of the weirdest acts in the world, that of blogging.
To take so many random thoughts, pictures and emotions, then drip them soundly in ink and finally splash everything you’ve had pent up inside out into the world at large, into the public realm.
What a rush. What gall, and dare I say, just a tad bit audacious. What an incredibly brave thing to do.
Hats off to you, fellow wordsmiths, all my brothers and sisters.
Together, we’re all taking part in the biggest marketing dream ever.
All of our combined talents, our hopes coupled with some of our deepest fears; all of it thrown out there, free for the taking, and for the exploiting.
Because at the end of the day, this becomes nothing more than a senseless battle over eyes on screen. Yet we continue to steady our nerves as we march once again, fearlessly moving ever forward into the unknown.
But perhaps it’s more than just a mere numbering game, a simplistic counting of mundane ‘likes’ and views. After all, the coin has two sides and the sword always cuts both ways.
I liken it to a coffee shop for the soul.
A place where we can all jump randomly from table to table, sampling what we want and passing on those things too foreign for us. It’s our own right to choose which table to visit, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
A bloggers coffee shop, a free exchange of ideas, hopes and dreams. Pretty darn cool, if you ask me. A bloggers coffee shop, indeed.
Battle tested, yet somehow still frosty.
To think, how awesome is it that most of us do this every single day, and without an end in sight? There must be a giant bag of gold at the end of the rainbow, to push and pull so many souls.
What could possibly drive everyone on so ruthlessly?
For me, it’s a quest for knowledge coupled with an urge to express myself, as I have no doubt the same is true for so many others.
In no small way, I am trying to learn new skills while developing better methods for writing though continual practice.
Only time will tell, I suppose.
The day breaks abruptly, but I don’t. At least not yet, fair ones.
There remains the quest and fulfillment, that overwhelming urging on of things. The day does beckon, and I must soon answer its call.
Whatever drives you on, do so with my blessings.
My hope is that my brothers and sisters in print, my strange yet wonderful gaggle of want-to-be writers, my recognized bloggers-they will somehow fulfill their own, unique dreams someday.
And with that, someday soon.
I’ll be sure to visit a few tables on my way out, mayhaps sitting a spell, just long enough to exchange a few pleasantries before jetting on my way.
Live long, and prosper.
-I am Crandew
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I woke up fairly early this morning, my thoughts contained nicely in a mist that was swirling about on how things used to be.
It could not to be mistaken for dreams or wishes, nor simple flights of fancy or even complicated, pie-in-the-sky adventures, but actual down to earth thoughts about my yesteryears.
Reflections of much better times, where things were better than they are today. Life was so much cleaner, more innocent. People were not as translucent as they appear today.
At some point, and occurring more rapidly just within the last few decades, the populous became vapid. So sad, really.
I’ve known for quite a while that the past does indeed hold within it the key to unlocking future events. It’s always been about patterns, bub.
Those subtle footprints we so callously discard over the years; they thoughtlessly embed themselves deep into the sand, only to get washed away with the coming tides.
The sun also rises, bub, and just before dancing a short jig across the western sky. You’ll be wise to remember that little nugget of wisdom, from time to time.
Of all things lit on heaven and earth, the flames that burn the brightest now seem so far away, adrift in the past. This can’t be accidental. Patterns.
We strut through time as if we were kings and queens, sashaying proudly through a ballroom, but in reality, I think that we’re all just children. Young ones who love to play silly, make-believe games. Understand?
We are just children. No matter our age.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear the future calling. I have to answer this. It might be important.
Remember that night terrors are always driven away by sunlight, which in turn tends to flow like warm pats of butter into the anteroom. I believe there are some chocolates on the table, just to your left.
Please help yourself and don’t worry about a thing..
I’ll only be a moment.
-I am Crandew
Almost everything that has happened over this last year has been horrible.
No matter where you stand on any issue. The lock-downs, masking and social-distancing. It’s all really, really bad and by no stretch of the imagination normal.
Also, it’s crazy to think that it’s already been over a year since this madness began. The last time I sat in a restaurant, unmasked, was a year ago. That’s insane.
I’m old enough to remember that far back; I remember the media, the morons, chanting something. What was it exactly? Oh yes, I think I’ve got it now.
“Just two weeks to slow the spread.”
Well, that certainly didn’t age very well, did it? Whatever helps you sleep at night, I guess. Eventually, it all swirls down the same drain.
Lucy and the football? Dancing goalposts? Yes sir. The game was always to lure us in, get us to agree to the new terms, then kick things down the field a bit more.
Simply the first of so many lies to follow.
There really is nothing more anyone can ever do or say, now, that will make any difference in what happened. The past is the past. It’s now nothing short of a foggy mess, and yet, it still continues to sweep its way across the land like some damned, runaway train.
I believe the damage that was done was far wider in scope than most will ever truly suspect. The wounds of those who somehow manage to survive this travesty, this harvesting, will have deep impressions carved on them.
While idiotic masses, brains fully washed and hung out to dry at this point, will undoubtedly never know anything about what I’m trying to say, they will remain fully culpable.
Nothing can ever change that now.
We locked ourselves down. It was our own choice to follow the slave masters advice. I thought the politicians worked for us.
Guess I was wrong.
We can be scared all we want.
We can hide in fear and lock ourselves away from the world for as long as we’d like, but in the end, death will find us and it probably won’t be forgiving.
It won’t take back all the damages we’ve done, all the lives that are now lost, lives completely ruined. No amount of sadness, apologies or shame will ever make this land whole again.
We’ve ruined it for all of us, as well as for any future generations. Those with eyes that can still see, minds that can still think, will hate what’s been done forever.
There ain’t no getting off this ride, Hoss.
I fight monsters.
This war began centuries ago and continues to rage, but it is nearing an end. While the sleeping masses fall all over themselves, running circles in fear, the time to act grows shorter, and shorter indeed.
The monsters have created a fantasy land for us; a digital world where we’ll be tracked and sorted. It’s like branding your cattle. Placing tags on your ears.
It’s harvest time, Sammy, here at the people farm. You’re not much more than a free range human on a human farm. But fear not, lad.
All is not lost yet.
We can still regain our freedom and refuse the branding. We have to recognize that not only is none of this real, but things could be a hundred times better tomorrow if only enough people would wake up and cast off their shackles.
Just cast off your shackles.
I fight monsters, which is fortunate since we seem to be surrounded by them.
-I am Crandew
I must be on some sort of a Hansel and Gretel kick lately, because here I am, once again using a line from that famous tale.
Oddly enough, I’m not sure if I’ve ever really sat down and actually read the story. Doesn’t matter though, because the notion of ‘following breadcrumbs’ is a universally accepted means of getting back home.
Just ask the universe.
When I’m not working (to pay the bills) or playing music (to calm my nerves) or reading (to get as far away from this clown world as possible), I’m researching. This absolutely means different things to different people, but for me it means surfing videos and looking up information on various sites.
I kind of miss the old days, where research involved a trip to the library, and a run at the microfiche. Now there’s a thought I haven’t had in a long while. I wonder how many people still remember how fun it was searching for information on microfiche?
“microfiche mī′krō-fēsh n. A card or sheet of microfilm capable of accommodating and preserving a considerable number of pages, as of printed text, in reduced form n. A sheet of microfilm, six by four inches, holding several hundred reduced images of document pages; read using a microfiche reader or microfilm reader. n. small sheet of microfilm on which many pages of material have been photographed; a magnification system is used to read the material”
So much fun, I tell you true sir.
Time has a such a way of changing so fast. As I follow my bits and pieces, my breadcrumbs, I can’t help but feel an indescribable urgency.
The sun is setting quite rapidly on our chances of ever regaining freedom, my friends.
I trace the shadows, trying to work even faster at unraveling the mysteries behind all this, but in the end nothing I do will have any effect on the outcome.
As I’ve often written in the past, try to enjoy what you can right now. It’s in our nature to formulate long term goals, but there’s a really good chance that’s all just a thing of the past now.
Have a goodly day, enjoy what you can right now
-I am Crandew
I should be working on my new album, but I feel like writing instead.
Is that wrong? Am I not the most evil ‘evil scientist’ you’ve ever not heard of?
Truth is, I can’t stop thinking about the collapse. Well chief, thinking might be a smidge too literal, it’s more like feeling at this point.
I can feel the fabric tearing in places I wasn’t even aware of, the cups leaking and spilling out onto the floor, the politicians pandering.
OK, perhaps that last one was a bit of a stretch, but you get what I’m going for, I’m sure.
Things just aren’t right in the world today. The monsters have long since left Maple Street and are getting into everything.
There’s something big on the horizon, I can feel it unfolding.
No matter what the next play is, try to keep in mind… it’s all a giant pack of lies.
Nothing we’ve been told (for a very long time) has been real or even made much sense, for that matter. Green this and warming that.
Do you trust the experts?
If a guy with a physics degree told you it was all b.s., would you continue to think it was real or would you actually consider it?
Either way, no skin off my back, as they say.
I have nothing to gain, and very little to lose at this point. I quit being a hot-shot scientist a long time ago now.
My real work, my true research was always underground anyway, not for the public eye.
In fact, I’ve probably said too much already.
Have a great day, and forget all that you’ve learned!
-I am Crandew
Done with work (day job) for the day, so now it’s on to what I really love… music.
Also, even though it’s wicked cold and chock full to the hilt with snow, the sky is blue and the sun actually made a rude appearance.
So I thought I’d take a few snaps.
Have a great day, or as good as you can (it is Monday after all).
-I am Crandew
Our lives are built upon a series of endless loops, and in a real sense, everything we do will get rerun hundreds, if not thousands, of times.
Have you ever had a thought you just couldn’t get away from, no matter how hard you consciously tried to think about something else?
It’s in our nature to establish these myriads of recognizable patterns, just as it is to then crave and covet them. We grow to love those things we’ve created, whether they’re good for us or not.
Everything is stuck on repeat until something drastic happens to break the loop.
In software programs, we have numerous ways to break out of loops. We often use conditional statements like IF or FOR that will then only run a preset number of iterations before terminating.
I use these every day, and there’s almost nothing that can’t be done by setting them up correctly. Problems tend to show up quickly if they’re not setup properly, but by breaking it all down into simple statements, it’s usually an easy fix.
The reason I bring this up is because this technique can be used in real life too. We just have to first recognize the loops, then decide which ones are harmful and need to be broken.
For example, I realized that Facebook was a very bad loop to be caught in, so I wrote an IF statement into my programming to break it. My IF statement was simply this: IF Facebook stops censuring information THEN I can return to the platform.
I decided that whatever statement I chose to use, I would follow to the letter as though it were a real program. No cheating, just accept it as it was.
Not only did this work, but, needless to say, I haven’t set foot there since.
I’ve started using this technique for lots of things recently, and it seems to work like a charm… so I thought I’d pass it on.
Have a great day; go break some loops!
-I am Crandew
The day broke exactly as it always had in the past, all at once, and before anyone had a chance to think otherwise.
There was a time I dreamt of flying cars and futuristic cities, smart houses and people who actually got along, enjoying their life to the fullest.
When I was much younger, anything seemed possible.
Seriously? How naïve was I?
I still dream, create and look to the future while living in the now, but there’s an evil sweeping this land.
It’ll have to be dealt with before anything great can ever truly rise again.
A great battle looms on the horizon.
The sins of society will drag us all into the fray.
Now, back to my music; I may as well get as much done as I can before the fighting breaks out.
-I am Crandew