Avant-pop/experimental/experiential/improvised performance art that is intelligent, playful, and profound, through vocalist/avant musician/performance artist Sabrina Siegel and electro-acoustic experimental band Onomatopoeia.

14 MP3 Songs
POP: Quirky, JAZZ: Weird Jazz



Details:
This (music/improvisation/play/experience) is a Bull Cup

like the automatic drawing of pen and gum on paper cup

that fell through (the sky) to hand that day

a comunication/glimps into the myth of (my)self

a bird of my fatherâs (the bull, Joe) shoulder

Bull- power, force, strength, fiction!!

Cup- emotion, Love, an encompassing, containing vessel

where you drink, tasting (life)

becomes Gold

the Divine in the mundane


the sounds, a song, all experiential phenomena

imbibed..............felt............then

released to the great Ocean

the great One

laughing

at the passing of all

releasing the drama

seeing(from different selves/perspectives)

watching it go

as my friends laugh and play

nothing is precious

and everything Is


nothing holy

All is Holy


with Love Eternal,

Sabrina


Sabrina Siegel voice, guitar, keyboard, flute, mike noise, toy instuments

Arlan Schwarzbauer drums, drum machines, samples, recording

Robert Schofield synth, keyboard

Vicente Ramirez synth, samples, sounds

David Landazuri voice, accordian, trombone, toy, imberra, guitar

Andy Marion synth, bowl, vocals

Don Avera laptop

Brandon Nichols keyboard, guitar


Living in human culture, the contents of mind have become a pastiche of ever shifting influences.........conditioning from the beginning of "civilization"... layer upon layer upon layer, from culture, nature, family, self. It is this predicament in which we find ourselves, our minds........ in this amalgamated dream world .... which we allow, unknowing and unseeing, to enslave us (not knowing ourselves)........to limit us with all it's values, moralities, prejudices, rules, images..............

It becomes almost impossible to find our own authentic self feeling/seeing/thinking in an authentic, clear, free, moment. And most importantly, it is this very moment where true joy, peace, creativity, wonder, power, magic, and holiness live........the individual as locus of Grace...............

And so we, Sabrina Siegel and Onomatopoeia undertake the Quest through the musical experience to be Free........ to find/feel/see/hear/create/experience the authentic truth of the moment. Our work, Music/ Experience/ Psychological Witnessing/Quest is for us and the listener/participant to observe and experience the process.......................... a play/performance, a surfacing of what is unknown.......................working with it through the music.

Setting out from nothing, in improvisation, accepting/trusting/valuing/loving the moment (with all it's strange sounds, feelings, thoughts and contents) navigating through the instruments, and musical patterns (..all patterns being on equal footing- i.e. âhip-hopâ is just as "high" as âclassicalâ or âjazzâ or an "African" beat or whatever...... as they are all repetition of conditioned musics in the melting pot repertoire of the Postmodern human musical mind. Listening.............(and perhaps finding a "Free Music" or Free playing.......new.........!) We delve into the moment, into the depths of self/vision with the collective (the other musicians/friends/angels/shamans/holy jesters/travelers/creators), the cohorts on the journey through sound/experience together.....intermingling of spirits/Spirit .......... emerging through the cacophonous conditioned mind of personas, images, concepts, values......... to a clearing..............insight ............ Voice ........in Freedom...............


Embark...........
for this is where we can begin, as human beings (and beyond)......... to watch the mind............... see............ how far the conditioning goes............ free one's self
to feel/see/think/know.......... for oneâs self... Paradoxically together but alone. This must be accomplished.............. it is endless!........ and the beginning of a magical holy journey!

Much LOVE PEACE & FREEDOM to All............................................





Holy for Allen Ginsberg

Allen said that we wonât reincarnate
That we are all
that One great person

He said itâs all holy
Holy asshole, holy life
Holy Mother, holy light
Holy drink and holy smoke
Holy woman, Holy joke
Iâm Joe King, scratching the surface

Holy holy, holy, holy
Holy,holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
Holy Snake, holy One and holy life
Holy
Kadusha, Kadusha




Nietzsche

once again up against the ego
once again under the spell of the ego
jump out of that skin
above
six thousand feet above humanity
beyond good and evil
and he tried to teach to be true
without truth
ruthlessly hard, ruthlessly cold, ruthlessly loving
and ruthlessly o.......... m
and he tried to teach you to be free
Prince Free-as-a-Bird flying over the big Sea
looking to see without looking away

and i hate to say, my dear friend
my dear friend
how could you break?

(then David Landazuri says!!!!: âIt was an accident. No really. I didnât mean to do it .â
and this changed every thing for me ....i considered that it was possibly beyond Nâs control,
and am taken aback and laugh. What came through my friend David was of great significance.





Speak for You

Sheâs carrying on
sheâs singing too loudly
canât sing a song cause she donât know what to say
tell me what to say, tell me what to say
i want to speak
i want to speak, for You
i want to speak, for You
come clear, come through
i want to speak, for You
Speak, speak for you
oh let me do
Speak, Speak, Speak
i want to speak for you
let me do, let me do
speak
i want to speak for you
i want.......you know you
make ...some...............
speak for you, speak, speak
speak through me
speak your truth
like your Name
i want to see
openly



Ah Bom Bom

Oh
i come by atov bom
I Lost every i (eye)
for ah bom bom
You must give me (you, it) more
ah bom bom, ah bom bom, ah bom bom



Beyond the Surface

iâm Joe
scratching the surface
still deep
if i could open
my heart that deep
iâd fly
beyond the surface
to the Void so deep
if i knew that youâd come too
iâd bring you by the hand
not knowing
if youâd come to
a Grace idea
of man



Dreaming the Flower Lucid

dreaming the flower lucid
dreaming the flower lucid
youâre the flower
i am the flower
we are the flower
Everything is the flower
the flower is Everything, the whole Thing
dreaming the flower lucid
youâll see the whole Thing
dreaming the flower lucid
youâll see the whole thing
dreaming the flower lucid
youâll see the whole thing
lucid, lucid, lucid, lucid,lucid
dreaming the flower lucid
dreaming the flower lucid
the flowerâs dreaming
we are the flower flowering

oh put your masks down,
put your masks down
and here you are like we are
here you are like we are
here you are like we are
put your mask down, put your mask down
Ah


Carmen: Habanera

She was dancing and singing in the tavern
with a man
she was dancing and singing and living her life very full
and this man
he âlovedâ her too much
and she looked the other way
and she fell for someone else
and he wanted her
you wonât go!
I need you!
Youâre mine!
you wonât go!

and he killed her
Lâamour est on oiseau rebelle
que nul ne peut apprivoisar,
et câest bien en vain
quâon lâappelle,
sâ il lui convient de refuser!
Lâamour, Lâamour, Lâamour
est on oiseau rebelle
oiseau, oiseau

Cages of Fear

six at night
and my god
for father
leaving for the city
six at night
oh
sing, sing it
i say i see
i thought
he was
a monster
thereâs no truth
you know
it was
the other guy
my father
a rosy cross
to the eye
under it
i understand
because i started
to die
itâs alive
and it was
frightening
but good
oh my god
heâs a mad dog
letâs get away
a man hanging on rope
sees,
must be delivered

a message from above

âYe have locked yerselves up in cages of fear; and,
behold, do ye now complain that ye lack freedomâ *

holy mother, gentle mother,(laugh, as Robert was not being gentle in his playing at that point)
have mercy, holy mother, hold us all
holy mother your mercy is immaculate

*Omar Khayam