Guest Posting by Staz – Matt Stasica
Jimi Hendrix, one of the most legendary guitarist and revolutionary rock musician, also had a stick in the philosopher bonfire.
Jimi and his guitar is on fire!
A transcending quote by the legend goes as follows, “I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.” In our room full of mirrors and billboard postered walls, can we ever see the truth? Can we go beyond Target plastic ware and Wally World knock-off ceramics (obviously made by the cold, steely machinery). Grab your plastic tuberware sandwich containers, rubber molded cups, imitation ceramic coffee mugz and hurl them into the mirrors, bad luck will not follow, the witch Petronilla de Meath gave me her word.
On another note: Live music is a transcendental experience not only for the listener or audience, but also for the artists performing. Even though set lists are composed of songs found on the album, leaks of human error spill out – every once and a while – filling into the ear drums of the crowd. However, these errors don’t lead listeners to delirious convulsions and contortions, but rather they melt into an art of improvisation. Temporally, these “out of cue” moments become stored in the mind and bore more meaning and mass into the music, the artist, and the band; rather than, per say, a flawless perfected show that exactly replicates every down stroke, note, rhythm, and harmony. (man, doesn’t that sound like a machine). Look at some handmade ceramics and taste the difference.
Pai Mei
Every artist recognizes the difference between mistakes and “works of trash.” Most will smell different than a Jackson Pollock or Max Ernst piece of work; for the most part they would smell like an old dirty pair of shoes that have had some Zombie foot spending its time decomposing and sitting idle and motionless…you gotta trust me, even a former president saw the Zombies as a real threat. But to learn from these “works of trash” and move forward, can provide a lesson that Pai Mei would generously dish out to any of his disciples. There is no free lunch, and the waves of T.V. infomercials will tell you differently; but, then again, who would believe a testimony made by sweat-scaled lizard waiting to steal your eggs of the future.
Mistakes are not on anyone’s menu, but they happen to be served sometimes with a large glass of iron stained well-water. Cherrico Pottery has had it’s fare share of catastrophes but cracked platters and bubbly pots are just a couple…hundred fallen soldiers along life’s warpath. Too much energy in the wrong direction and you’ll be swimming with the fishes, or on clouds of Surrealism, as the forever 27 crew found out all too soon.
The universe might be named after a candy bar, but does it taste just as its advertised? All the nicks, dings, dents, chipped out pieces left by the past are a reminder of “that one time…” The Local Blend coffee shop is an outlet for Cherrico Pottery. Serving its delicatessen with a side of ceramic slung pottery. By natural events, handmade coffeeware is dinged up daily! Even though you might stumble across a chip or 2 on your mug, don’t fear the flaws. Like scars on your skin, these unavoidable tattoos reflect the life-history of the mug and it’s journey through the Blend.
Photo by Jenny Birkhofer
Don’t plaster up the hole in the hallway wall – the result of playing catch with a softball inside. That faded and shabby concert shirt you have from the 1980 Van Halen tour, “World Invasion: Party Tll’ You Die,” should be framed, or just keep on rocking it on Casual Friday. You spend your life developing flaws in your character, why fix em’?