leather lead

Saw a band last night. The band. Our band. Our show.

The seat beside me was as dark as the leather on the lead singer’s jacket, and the 5,000 cap size venue felt like a ghost town without your presence. You were thousands of miles away while I experienced the music you yearned to see live. The music we drove highways listening to either low or maximum level. The music we sat in a parking lot across from a playground playing in the background of our first, second, and last fight. The music I cried to and you cried to and mother earth cried to as she rooted so incredibly hard for us. But, you weren’t beside me. Instead, a tall man who was drenched in musk and cigarette smoke stood in your place and never once paid me any attention. But, just because I couldn’t see you didn’t mean your spirit wasn’t there. I smelled you in the air as the odor of wine floated up the walkways. I heard you in the instrumentals that pushed and pulled like the tide. I saw flashes of you through the ever changing lights, so bright and erratic like their personal mission was to distract me from your thought. I painted your face through the lead singer’s, attaching your name to the curve of his nose and the cut of his jaw. His lips moving so gracefully pressed up against the microphone reminded me of our hard kisses, the ones that either led to our passions or goodbyes. I felt you in the thrum of the bass as it coursed through my body. I was trapped by you through the echoes banging against the venue walls, like the echoes of our backs against counters and floors and hearts pressed too close for comfort in sweat stained sheets. I pictured your bruises through the morphing colors of blue and pink and green in their backdrop, even subconsciously reaching to my neck for a love bite that wasn’t there. I even tasted you through the sweetly dripped lyrics being fed to me as the show served its courses of sound. When the encore began, my body electrified reaching for a stage bursting with energy hoping to somehow grab it and tuck it into my chest, feeling alive.. alive.. alive.. and I swore I saw your shadow in the silhouettes of the musicians. And as the lights dimmed and the vocalist ever so breathlessly thanked the crowd and closed the show, vanishing from the stage, I watched you thank me, bow your head in farewell, and disappear along with the band. The house lights slowly rising making the visible dust particles, the you particles, all around me dematerialize from view as you so often did. And then you were gone again.

I didn’t see a show last night. I’m not holding a ticket with a band’s name etched across the top. I saw you. I watched you. I experienced you. You were the headlining act to a tour I hadn’t a clue I was even attending.

Our band. Our Show. Your performance. Funny that.

—  Headlining Act: You
Good Friday: A Meditation on Self Sacrifice

by  Saṃsāran

Today is Good Friday, the day Christians all over the world commemorate the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross upon the hill of Calvary the day before Passover by the Roman state some two millennia ago. Jesus would have been scourged with a leather whip with lead weights on the end before his crucifixion. He would have been mocked and insulted as he walked down the Via Dolorosa to his place of execution. Jesus, famously, had a crisis of faith on the cross. He said ”Eloi Eloilama sabachthani?” which is translated, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” I love this about him. It proves that he was at that moment facing death, a man. Then, his moment of doubt passed, he accepted his fate and placed his fate in the hands of God and so died in peace.

What is a meaning all of us can take from this story?

It is the nobility of one who sacrifices all for others. Firefighters rushing into the burning towers on 9/11. A single mother who works two jobs so that her children may have a better future. A father who spends his life in a factory job so his daughter can become a doctor. A doctor who spends her life working among the poor so that children may grow up healthy and whole. A boy who places his body between his girlfriend and a armed gunman on a rampage. When I think of Jesus on that cross, dying so that others may live, I see him as symbol of all who sacrifice themselves in the name of compassion and love.

I am not a Christian but this image resonates powerfully with me. On this day I too honor the sacrifice of Jesus, the gentle rabbi of the Galilee.

๑ Samsaran ๑

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Girlfriend & Muse

Amanda Lear [née Tapp; 18.06.39]

Amanda Lear started modelling in the 1960s. She lead a bohemian and flamboyant life in Swinging London. Her acquaintances at the time included The Beatles and fellow top models Twiggy, Pattie Boyd and Anita Pallenberg. She started dating Brian Jones around this time, and through him, she met Salvador Dalí. She became Dalí’s confidante, protégée and the closest friend through the next sixteen years. Her relationship with Jones inspired Mick Jagger and Keith Richards to write the tune ’Miss Amanda Jones’, which appeared in The Rolling Stones’ 1967 album ’Between the Buttons’. Lear has also been briefly engaged to Bryan Ferry of Roxy Music. In 1973, she was famously depicted posing in a skintight leather dress leading a black panther on a leash on the cover of the band’s album ’For Your Pleasure’, an image that has been described as “as famous as the album itself”. Following the exposure to the music world she gained from the album cover, Lear went on to have a year-long affair with the married David Bowie.

Lear is a singer in her own right. Her music career launched in 1974, encouraged by Bowie. She currently has 17 studio albums, 37 compilation albums, 3 EPs, and 69 singles. Her signature song is the 1978 hit ’Follow Me’. Her most recent album, ’My Happiness’, a tribute to Elvis Presley, was released in March 2014.

Good Friday: A Meditation on Sacrifice

Today is Good Friday, the day Christians all over the world commemorate the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross upon the hill of Calvary the day before Passover by the Roman state some two millennia ago. Jesus would have been scourged with a leather whip with lead weights on the end before his crucifixion. He would have been mocked and insulted as he walked down the Via Dolorosa to his place of execution. Jesus, famously, had a crisis of faith on the cross. He said ”Eloi Eloilama sabachthani?” which is translated, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” I love this about him. It proves that he was at that moment facing death, a man. Then, his moment of doubt passed, he accepted his fate and placed his fate in the hands of God and so died in peace.

What is a meaning all of us can take from this story?

It is the nobility of one who sacrifices all for others. Firefighters rushing into the burning towers on 9/11. A single mother who works two jobs so that her children may have a better future. A father who spends his life in a factory job so his daughter can become a doctor. A doctor who spends her life working among the poor so that children may grow up healthy and whole. A boy who places his body between his girlfriend and a armed gunman on a rampage. When I think of Jesus on that cross, dying so that others may live, I see him as symbol of all who sacrifice themselves in the name of compassion and love.

I am not a Christian but this image resonates powerfully with me. On this day I too honor the sacrifice of Jesus, the gentle rabbi of the Galilee.

Lexark Drabble

“Quick, follow me!”

“Who are you?” Alicia questions in disbelief.

“The idiot wasting their time trying to save you. Now hurry, sweet cheeks”, the snarky blonde replies before grabbing Alicia’s hand and pulling her away from the approaching herd. Alicia simply lets her, trusting the stranger who had shot down three walkers moments ago, incidentally saving her life in the process.

The blonde, adorned in a leather jacket, leads them towards an alleyway, seeking refuge behind a sizeable dumpster. They scramble behind it and drop to the ground.

“Elyza”, the mysterious girl announces, a smirk plastered across her face as she leans back coolly. Alicia attempts to feign indifference, but the ghost of a smile on her lips deceive her. “Thanks”, she says, holding her stare.

“That’s all I get? A thanks?” Elyza challenges in faux indignation.

“Well, what more did you want?” Alycia retorts, raising her eyebrow as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Elyza contemplates for a moment, grins and then professes, “I would say your number, but on account of y'know…”, she gestures to her surroundings, “the whole apocalypse thing. I haven’t had much opportunity to charge my phone. So… I guess I’ll just have to ask for a kiss.” She completes the sentence with a confident wink.

Alicia snorts at the girl’s cocky response, but then pulls her phone from her jacket pocket. “Lucky for you my phone can survive the end of the world, so if it makes you feel better I’ll let you give me your number. But I wouldn’t get your hopes up on that kiss”, she counters smugly.

Elyza merely chuckles. “I guess we’ll see about that.”