Remove the Obsticales.

I saw an elephant in the sky.
Pushed a mudra to my third eye.
Laughed until I cried.
Tap heart and forehead to get a recharge.
Purge with my village.
Shake to confuse the spirit.
Dance to unwind.
Scream to release.

And now, I’ll never be the same.
Speeding down chaos streets.
Explosive canons barrelling smoke burning demon figures in rice fields.
Plaster – fabric – plastic smoke fills lungs and mush stomach.
Wild packs of dog things with gamalong children stacked between bamboo gridlock charging spirit of all we fear down exstatic dark streets.

I am transformer sweating puddles crying in massive stacked crowd of villagers.
Cheering.  Laughing.  Smiling.
I am transformer marching into meditation waterfall tears fill parade streets covered in flowers and inscence.
I am young bull rude boy marching away in black boots to empty lot and volleball net to purge my demons out.
Initiate the devil within.
Skulls of my ancestors twinkle in waning clouds and I hear:
“There’s a demon in that dragon burn it out.”
Ah hahahaha.  Ulp.  Here it comes.
Before me.  Below me.
All that I had felt twisting and kicking within me.
Cleansing my indifference and impatience
and visions of beautifully executed massacre.

Nyepi 2012.
What did you wear?  Did you design it?
One of dem dea hippie circle thang hedrone thingy dreadamajigga.
It’s in my new summer line.
mmmmm sacred.

The new year is here.
Again.
The dark spirits have passed over the island and seen us meditating.
Shut down the airports, park all the cars and bikes, shut down all the business.
Stay inside with your thoughts and your pen and paper.
Stay in with your mentors – coyotes, dragons, lizards, bears, wolves, rabbits, and winged ones.

YOU ARE NO MASTER.  YOU KNOW NOTHING.

And you will never be the same.
I will take my chances and realize many dreams.
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Phew.
Bali is exponential.
All things go.  All things build.  Unending colliding with future unfoldings.
Played our first show last week.
A cyclone/tornado touched down in the middle of our offering!
We’ve all been exploding with tears and joyful noises.
The connections and little omens each day are too many to count.
We are well on our way to an international audience.
Spirit festival is coming this week.
Moving swiftly through March already and into April before you know it.
I will miss the cultural wizardry, motorcycles, brown people, jungles, and ceremony.
But, by May I will be very ready to return to Hilo.
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I want to take this moment to thank you, HAWAII.
You have made it possible for all things to move so swiftly.
Our dedicated family on the Big Island has moved me 100 times over.
OUR MOVEMENT IS MADE POSSIBLE BY THE BIG ISLAND OF HAWAII.  :)
Don’t ever forget that!
Unending gratitude.
What an adventure it has been in the last 5 years in Hilo!
And, we will not forget to come back, always, and continue to be with our family there and share our gifts and receive the love.
Make it mooooove.
Missing you all out here.
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Lots of shifts going on with Medicine.
Some of you may have noticed the name change to:
Nahko and Medicine for the People.
To be clear:  this helps in a huge way for our bands clarity.
Many fans and bookers have been confused in the past about who they’re getting to see for certain shows in different parts of the world.
Is it Max, Hope, Jeanna, Tim, Don, Aliina, and Nahko?
Or a common derivative that comes along with Nahko’s usual moving around?
Our old model of building was the survival model.
It is a wise move for us now to make big changes to support the needs of the members in the band.
What can you afford?
Numbers and money and these things have long been the last on our to do list.
Although, now that we’re moving into a new space of business and the rise of our movement is being seen more – there are ways to less complicate our previous financial model and name and make it easier for everyone to get what they need and are looking for.
Some will follow and understand.  Others will see it in another way.
Consider Franti and Spearhead’s model.
It’s been tough breaking this one in since we’re all new at it and it DOES have to do with money and people’s feelings – but I think over time you’ll see Medicine members flow in and out based on when they feel like they can get what they need for shows – to make a living and not lose money on the venture.
You can count on me to always try my best to get the immediate Medicine members to our shows when finances make it possible.
You will see new members come – new sounds arrive – but, the orginal Medicine crew will always be first draft picks.
They are the ones that have help build and create the real magic.  And we will continue to do it together as often as spirit allows.

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Check out our new web page!
www.medicine4thepeople.org

This summer you can find us at:
Project Earth – June 21st Minnesota
LoveFest – June 28th Omaha, NE
GratefulFest – July 4th Ohio
Homeskillet – July 13th – Sitka, AK

Come late July – PORTLAND can expect a homecoming show with
Dustin Thomas, Worth, and maybe the Shook Twins!

Come August I will begin working on the new album.   Finally.   In Portland!
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More to come.
Stay tuned!

Love you all.
Thanks for reading.
It helps to write to my people!

Nahko

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Aquarius Rising.

I remember thinking last year would never end.
I remember thinking i wouldn’t see past it, too.
Some crazy story about how I would die at 27 like the rest.
Stupid, right?  Wanting the martyred story.  

Last year I was at a pow wow in Portland for NYE.
Not the whole night.  I was driving to Worth’s house in SW when the clock walked over.
Playing piano with old friends with a fire into the new year.
Slept in the old van and woke hung over and sad.
Took a long walk in Tryon park that morning.
Had a bit of a tear come that morning.
Was three weeks home for the first time in years for the holidays.
First since pops had passed in October and mama was sad.
I was distraught over the finale of a four year relationship with Bailey.
So, mom and I could be sad together for our losses.
It was then I finished Black as the Night – a song that will forever hold in my heart as being another transitional point in my life where I realized I had taken for granted something so good to me and had gone and done it wrong.  
And yet, it was all perfect and meant to be.  Because then I met Nia.  
And isn’t it funny when you learn the hardest lessons and you think things couldn’t get more humiliating or harder – then the elements arrive and spirit kicks you in the teeth and you awake from the nightmare only to realize reality is just the same and you better get your boots on because it’s either ride hard or die trying this year, baby. 
i took all those vows under pele moonlight upon arrival to pele aina january 7th.
i remember standing in kalakaua park still tripping on L that i took on the flight over and holding that little piece of leather i was gonna tie on my wrist post taking vows to the full moon about how i would change this year and never be the same and crying and tripping and throwing the disc for koda and then bailey and her new man drove by and did a double take of me alone in the park with koda with my fist to the moonlight hahahaha i must have looked so funny.  i laughed i remember at how ironic that moment was.

and then everything changed.
just like i heard it would.
and this year has been about clarity and fearlessness.

flash forward to now.
back in ubud, bali.
found a little villa house for chase and i tonight.
last three days in uluwatu.
the franti show at waterbom was interesting.
we played really well with bali sit-ins pato on bass and krishna on drums.
big moon.  big smiles.
feeling so calm.
heart sick for my lil panther cat in hawaii.  
the koda bear of my life.
the songs of change.
the new economy coming.

we are on the rocket ship.
everything that has happened to me thus far in my life has been so organic.
that will never change.  the rawness.  the honesty.  the truth.

and now.
the stories are coming.
from summer adventures.
fall struggles to understand.
winter’s heart opening to falling in love with purpose.
new year is now for to carry the water and offer fresh air.
this year is about carrying the torch and executing the mission.
dosing the masses and healing my internal struggle.
finding perfect peace among chaos
letting go of the weight of the world.
instead bearing witness to the healing.
i didn’t think i would fall in love in 2012.
love is patient.  love is kind. 

here’s to finding the magic in the mystery.

oso besos.

 

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a wrinkle in time.

i just shift myself.  

i don’t think i actually considered where i would be
or what i would be doing
at that exact moment
the sun cast it’s longest shadow upon the northern hemisphere.  

if you’re into movies or anthems or epilogues or next level stories
you’re probably going to want to watch my movie.

from where i’m standing, this wrinkle in time is priceless.  

the ride will not be any less demanding or satisfying from this moment on.

i reflected recently on my past, primarily around the time i was 17,
just leaving community college.
high on ritalin crying on the public transit listening to boxcar racer.
remnants of jesus blocking identity and feeling of fulfillment.
how did i get here?
years of piano playing to keep me in the music.
all i ever did, really.
my shitty love songs about girls i thought liked me.
teaching myself to play guitar.
losing myself in wine.
moving to alaska.
finding myself in the woods.
how did i go from months of cocaine in Louisiana 
not playing a lick of music with a gun in my hand
to the steps of the white house with 350.org
singing my little songs about war and injustice.  

and each day becomes a sparkling adventure.

i keep reminding myself not to get lost in the never never.
it’s a place of delicate mystery.

i felt inspired to write tonight, it being the beginning of solstice. 
the moment we’ve all been waiting for.

welcome to the show, folks.

hasta la vista.

 

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2012 Manifesto For A New Age

DARK AS THE NIGHT
BRINGING THE LIGHT
MY PEOPLE, MY HUNGRY PEOPLE.
SOME OF THEM SICK AND TIRED.
SOME OF DEM POOR AND SCARED.
SOME OF DEM SEEK FOUNDATION TO PUT DOWN UNDERNEATH THEM.
SOME OF DEM DARK AS NIGHT.
SOME OF DEM BRING DA LIGHT.
IF NOT NOW, WHEN?

PRE – SPEACH: ||| INVOCATION ::::

Greetings!
Aloha Ke Akua!
Tonight! We are existing in a world we all want to live in!
Where music can be a part of the foundation for change in our lives
children of the earth
We’re in for supernovas people!
It’s time to paint our oppression twice over!
With color, poetry, movement, songs of change
KANE – WAHINE – KEIKI O KA AINA
NOW is the revival of emancipitory politics
New world connection to spirit.
WE must radically redefine the way we rally for change, people.
We are the ones introducing a new law of humanity and balance.
A new manifesto for a new time.

Greetings to the east and west.
Give us protection tonight at this celebration and gathering of the nations
Greetings to the north and the south.
We pray for a secure passageway into the future as we dance our asses off in sweaty, joyess ephipinies tonight.

Where my warrior people at?
MANIFESTO:

We the youth, the spiritual and economicly concerned students of the world state this to the old paradigm:
You have perpetuated a gigantic fraud upon the last 7 generations.
We will not stand for this anymore in this new cycle of 7 generations.

You hide behind your religions, offices, and police – protected by your jargon and laws
While in the real world forests vanish, speices perish, water disappears, gmo free food becomes hard to find, and human lives are ruined and lost.
We convict you of gross negligence in the management of our planetary household.
We convict you of recklessly supporting the illusion of progress at the expense of human and environmental health!
You have done great harm, but your time is coming to an end.
Our spiritual revolution of new democracy, returning to the land and tribal mentality is underway.
So we say to you our people:

We have NOT LOST MOMENTUM.
We will have justice
We will have songs of change
We will have our tribal democracy
We will be GREATER than fossil fuels.
We will have our paradigm clash
We will have our moment of truth
We will have our spiritual battles
We will have our collective a ha
We will have our barter economies
We will change the world one fucking hug at a time
We will decolonize our imaginations
We will remember our native tounges
We will build a bridge
And cross it!
We will end the idea of the end and occupy the NOW.
We will survive and flourish because when things get tough – we take care of eachother.
We will have our righteous uprising in song and dance!
We will paint the walls of babylon with all the colors of the rainbow
EA!

And out of each will come a new economics – holisitic, human scale, and open.
In village after village, country after country, campus after campus,
We will apply our liberation agenda to the new spiritual world
And in the months and years to come we will chase the old goats out of power
And we will RETURN TO THE SOURCE OF LIGHT.
ARE WE READY for a true and radical transformation to happen?
THIS IS OUR CRITICAL MASS!
THIS IS US DREAMING DANGEROUSLY!
THIS IS SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY!
THIS IS GRACE UNDER PRESSURE!
Friends, comrades, allies, ohana – WE ARE THE ONES WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR.

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“A SPOONFUL OF NAHKO” – CHARLIE HUNTON

Music is his medicine. Turns out, it’s my medicine too. I wasn’t the

only one. The whole island felt it. The slight ripple on the surface

becoming a wave, ‘making the movement move’. It tastes all kinds

of sweet. A spoonful of Nahko.

It is the day after Nyepi* and ‘Nahko Bear’ is almost famous.

‘Medicine for the People’ – the band he fronts – is about to headline

the Bali spirit festival and offer up their healing sound to the island

of the Gods. Nahko will be talked about, booked, photographed,

facebooked, friended, lusted after and talked about some more…

and then booked out and sold out again and again. But he doesn’t

know any of this right now. Right now he just knows what he wants

- some good food and some honest lyrics. He heads to the CLEAR

cafe in Ubud, where I am also reaching for some words after an

insightful day of silence.

The way I first meet Nahko is, well, more than a little strange. Logging

into facebook for the first time in a couple of days I click on

a link a friend from Australia has sent me. Sipping on my kelapa

muda, I watch the music clip, headphones on, casually curious.

What appears before me: a tapping foot, shaved head (well, half of

it at least), overalls, earrings, guitar, in the back of an old pick up,

parked somewhere in Hawaii. A voice I wasn’t expecting. And a

sound I’d never heard before. He was bringing it, gentle and strong,

all at the same time. Suddenly he had my attention. And I was in.

This is the first time I’d heard of Nahko. The song was ‘Black as

the Night’. The first line of the song says it all. “I believe in the good

things coming, coming, coming …” Hell yes. I had no idea how true

those words would be. No idea of the swell, the set that he was

about to bring to these salty shores.

Somewhere between the licks and the poetry something dawns on

me: he is not entirely unattractive. The clear, dark eyes; bit of mis

 

chief

there, that’s for sure. Kind of ripped. Let’s say defined, it’s more

polite. Some interesting tattoos. Skin painted with stories. Who is

this guy? I let out a sigh and flick my eye towards the door as some

 

one

comes in. I do a double take. Really look. Then look back at the

clip. Then look again. The tatts confirm it. They are the one and the

same. Nahko heads straight upstairs. Singlemindedly, you could say.

With focus. A man on a mission almost.

My focus goes straight to my pen. ‘Fuck the silver lining / My clouds

got rainbows’. Breakfast just got a whole lot more interesting.

I climb the stairs and give him the words. He is still anonymous

enough to find this quirky behaviour charming. He gives me the

word ‘synchronicity’ and the time – to his gig at Jazz Cafe in Ubud in

two days time. I go. And so it begins.

‘I believe in the good things coming…. come in come in come in.’

Nahko Bear is at that crossroads. Where the future is being pulled

into the present. Where the now is created by the past. Where

ancestors must be respected and youth educated. Nahko is a man

of the earth. A quarter Apache, a fourth Puerto Rican and the rest

Filipino. All native. He holds the weight of the world on the lightness

of his laugh. Ganesh definitely had something to do with this one.

His music – which he calls ‘spirited redemption music’ – talks of

cultural wounding, environmental wrongs and social injustice. And

then, in the blink of a third eye and the wink of a dimple, he talks

about change, about cures and what will be. His songs are woven

with beautiful echoes and glorious hope. Watching Nahko & Medicine

for the People play live is an experience not to be missed. The

beats compel you to join in the rhythm. Nahko ignites epiphanies in

the audience; dancing their way to sweaty transcendence. You get

addicted to his drug. It’s like aural serotonin. It creeps over your face

like a smile and makes you proud to be human.

Music is his medicine. Turns out, it’s my medicine too. Because

something changed within me while he was here, his music the

soundtrack in a way I can’t explain. I wasn’t the only one. The whole

island felt it. The slight ripple on the surface becoming a wave,

‘making the movement move’. It tastes all kinds of sweet. A spoonful

of Nahko.

And we might not have to wait that long for the next dose. Word on

the jalan is that the ‘dark little cinnamon man’ is back in Bali to play

a gig somewhere green and lush on New Year’s Eve with someone

whose name rhymes with Psychael Shanti. You heard it here first.

Oh yeah. I believe in the good things coming, coming, coming ….

* Balinese day of silence

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“A SPOONFUL OF NAHKO” – CHARLIE HUNTON

Music is his medicine. Turns out, it’s my medicine too. I wasn’t the

only one. The whole island felt it. The slight ripple on the surface

becoming a wave, ‘making the movement move’. It tastes all kinds

of sweet. A spoonful of Nahko.

It is the day after Nyepi* and ‘Nahko Bear’ is almost famous.

‘Medicine for the People’ – the band he fronts – is about to headline

the Bali spirit festival and offer up their healing sound to the island

of the Gods. Nahko will be talked about, booked, photographed,

facebooked, friended, lusted after and talked about some more…

and then booked out and sold out again and again. But he doesn’t

know any of this right now. Right now he just knows what he wants

- some good food and some honest lyrics. He heads to the CLEAR

cafe in Ubud, where I am also reaching for some words after an

insightful day of silence.

The way I first meet Nahko is, well, more than a little strange. Logging

into facebook for the first time in a couple of days I click on

a link a friend from Australia has sent me. Sipping on my kelapa

muda, I watch the music clip, headphones on, casually curious.

What appears before me: a tapping foot, shaved head (well, half of

it at least), overalls, earrings, guitar, in the back of an old pick up,

parked somewhere in Hawaii. A voice I wasn’t expecting. And a

sound I’d never heard before. He was bringing it, gentle and strong,

all at the same time. Suddenly he had my attention. And I was in.

This is the first time I’d heard of Nahko. The song was ‘Black as

the Night’. The first line of the song says it all. “I believe in the good

things coming, coming, coming …” Hell yes. I had no idea how true

those words would be. No idea of the swell, the set that he was

about to bring to these salty shores.

Somewhere between the licks and the poetry something dawns on

me: he is not entirely unattractive. The clear, dark eyes; bit of mis

 

chief

there, that’s for sure. Kind of ripped. Let’s say defined, it’s more

polite. Some interesting tattoos. Skin painted with stories. Who is

this guy? I let out a sigh and flick my eye towards the door as some

 

one

comes in. I do a double take. Really look. Then look back at the

clip. Then look again. The tatts confirm it. They are the one and the

same. Nahko heads straight upstairs. Singlemindedly, you could say.

With focus. A man on a mission almost.

My focus goes straight to my pen. ‘Fuck the silver lining / My clouds

got rainbows’. Breakfast just got a whole lot more interesting.

I climb the stairs and give him the words. He is still anonymous

enough to find this quirky behaviour charming. He gives me the

word ‘synchronicity’ and the time – to his gig at Jazz Cafe in Ubud in

two days time. I go. And so it begins.

‘I believe in the good things coming…. come in come in come in.’

Nahko Bear is at that crossroads. Where the future is being pulled

into the present. Where the now is created by the past. Where

ancestors must be respected and youth educated. Nahko is a man

of the earth. A quarter Apache, a fourth Puerto Rican and the rest

Filipino. All native. He holds the weight of the world on the lightness

of his laugh. Ganesh definitely had something to do with this one.

His music – which he calls ‘spirited redemption music’ – talks of

cultural wounding, environmental wrongs and social injustice. And

then, in the blink of a third eye and the wink of a dimple, he talks

about change, about cures and what will be. His songs are woven

with beautiful echoes and glorious hope. Watching Nahko & Medicine

for the People play live is an experience not to be missed. The

beats compel you to join in the rhythm. Nahko ignites epiphanies in

the audience; dancing their way to sweaty transcendence. You get

addicted to his drug. It’s like aural serotonin. It creeps over your face

like a smile and makes you proud to be human.

Music is his medicine. Turns out, it’s my medicine too. Because

something changed within me while he was here, his music the

soundtrack in a way I can’t explain. I wasn’t the only one. The whole

island felt it. The slight ripple on the surface becoming a wave,

‘making the movement move’. It tastes all kinds of sweet. A spoonful

of Nahko.

And we might not have to wait that long for the next dose. Word on

the jalan is that the ‘dark little cinnamon man’ is back in Bali to play

a gig somewhere green and lush on New Year’s Eve with someone

whose name rhymes with Psychael Shanti. You heard it here first.

Oh yeah. I believe in the good things coming, coming, coming ….

* Balinese day of silence

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NYEPI

i see god in the darkest things
in the quiet of night i hear villages sing
“there’s a demon in that dragon purge it out.”

in my second third world on a motorbike
i learned a waking prayer so i could sleep at night
then i took my chances and realized many dreams.

wild dogs tumbling along rice fields
and i asked hanuman take away shield
i am loud and reckless this is how i play
you are loud and reckless thats no way to play

i fear nothing, no thing fears me
justice has different hats for different days

release my anger, love thy neighbor
put that pain to some good use anyway

teach me honor, must remember
don’t be selfish with all your love anyway

tilt my head back howl like you said
in the end my body’s spirit anyway

i will do things i’ve never done before
cuz i’m powerful and i’m not afraid no more

i feel god in the slightest wind
at the rate i manifest every dream deepens
and i know i never want to stay the same

on a day of silence while the island slept
i cast my demons out at the feet of ganesh
said, “remove the obsticles bravely with grace.”

in a past life i cut throats and scalps
and in this life i mend the wounds i dealt
maybe by my hands or by my words alone.

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YOU CHANGED!

i remember being 15.
i had a big black book.
i typed out every song i would write.
stuff into clear screened sheets and snap them into place.
double sided, so i could have two songs in one sheet.
flip thru them. practice. sing with unknown angst for xyz girl i was daydreaming about.
sing to the jesus on cross or little church figurines sitting atop the piano. sing over fox news, mom on the phone with the pastor, dad doing the taxes or grading my math homework.
sing about my perception of love, God, parents and what they won’t let you do.
i still have that black book. it’s in the attic.
above the rooms where i smoked ganja.
above the rooms where i jumped thru windows at night.
the room where my pops suffered for five years of cancer.
the room where i held his hand and he took has last breath.
the room where the piano used to sit. the rooms where i would eat pops and siblings ritalin before going to community college.
the rooms where i would watch porn or write letters to girls i thought i was in love with.
the room where i first read my birth mothers letters.
the room where i cried when i found her. 

i still have those letters.
___________________________________________

my books of music are in my head now.
i try to write them in journals or sketch pads. it helps, but i work out of my moment a lot. 
scribble epic one liners and move into the story post.
my process has always changed with the flow of the journey.
where i’m at, what’s happening, and where we’re going.
i can’t seem to NOT change. on the daily

. ——————————————————————-

 i used to be a yes man.
yes always got me in somewhere.
the more you build in the community, the hopeful turnover may surface.
but, with that model you burn yourself out.
maybe even become bitter. or others become bitter of you.
who’s on first?
now, i keep my mouth shut as much as possible.
share little, know a lot. 
especially, now when people want to know everything about the leader.
who are you cuddling, where are you playing, what’s the plan for the future, are you changing your sound, who’s REALLY in your band, did you make promises to those women?, trail of tears part 2?, are you an activist or a musician or both, what drugs are you on, are you on drugs, howd you get so yummy, omg your story is so real and heart opening i want to know all about you, is it a kiss on the lips or a kiss on the cheak and wtf does it mean either way, will you be there, will you play for free, how arrrrrrrre you. etc.

clarity is my favorite weapon.
when you know what you can offer and put that on the table – you’ll see who can stay and who cannot.
it’s obvious to me the massive changes i’m making. putting my name in front of the band has been a new one.
my friend says to me, “so i see the band is becoming less of a thing….it’s all about you now , huh.”
i cringe a little.  i wanna get defensive right off.
i retract without saying anything, focus, and remember why the new model is taking place
. “it’s always been the music thru me, ultimate vision, and lead by me.  it’s clarity for my audience.  it’s clarity for me.”
she shrugs.  “i get it.”
but, like a lot of peeps, i’m not fully convinced. the way i used to work is changing dramatically.
it’s always been my vision, music, and leadership.
i see nothing wrong with crediting myself towards that and giving bookers and the rest of the world a clear look at who’s running the show. 
this doesn’t devalue anyone in the band, but gives clarity on who to contact and who has been working on the scene and behind the scene to build the kingdom and fill in the mote with water.
bali has proven an edge of professionalism that has been a long time coming.
cleaning up my act. cleaning up my financial mess. gearing up for the road ahead.
putting my name in front of the band was a big change and a huge step in the right direction.
clarity for bookers.  clarity for me.
you never see me with all the same people.
this isn’t going to change.
i want to move towards a place of abundance where i can afford the long time partners in music that have worked with me over the years – to a place where i can afford everyone i want – or at least get the right person for the right gig. 
those gigs are coming.  those offerings await us.
so i what i need from my crew and my audience is trust.
trust that i make the best moves for myself and the movement in one giant leap.
some will trust me. some will not.
so shall it be.
in the end, it’s all love anyway. 
in the end, my body’s spirit’s anyway.
the best part is i feel like i’m keeping a strong and humble head on these shoulders.
i know it’s not about me. 
it’s about bridging worlds and teaching myself thru teaching others.
it’s about ultimate vision.
the new sound that has been coming thru is ultimately what i want to hear at this time.
less froofy and playful – more hard edged and in your face. 
there’s till tinges of playfulness and love in their, but my medicine is the rude truth.
raw and penetrating. 
no fear.  going out on every limb. 
making a scene.  rocking out with love and truth weapons. 
my story just as much as yours.

with the addition of electric guitar and drum kit, i have found that edge.
don’t get me wrong, horns, keys, cajon, djembe, etc. still have their place.
we had breathing room with these lineups.
changing your sound and your lineup and your undies is what every band does and goes thru ten times over in their lifetimes.
it’ll be interesting to see the reaction back on big island and in portland and thru the new album this fall. 
i hope to ease the community into the darker realms of my vision – ending in white shimmering light of course.
using new imagery – like owls, skulls with indian head-dresses, winged creatures, eyeballs, all these wild and crazy images will begin to surface thru medicine in the next few months.

i’ve been watching some world bridging here, too.
surfer braddas and hippie yummy’s singing together we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
clutch.

of course, i’m having the time of my life.
i’m busy as all hell.
full moon adventures.
getting the fuck out of ubud was everything i needed.
riding with surfboard under butt to massive uluwatu waves..meeting new family adn getting SO taken care of by the surf crew…wow.
said goodbye to chase and sam in the last four days.
my rude boiz finally off island.
gonna have to be rude alone now.
that aint hard.
rendezvous in place for may 12th at the palace theater in hilo.
people become jaded when you don’t give them attention or you’re ‘too busy’….
those kind of people that don’t give me support right now in my massive shit piled onto plate moments are the kind of people i don’t need to be around.
team work and understanding of me trying to keep my shit together – those kind of people are my deep homies.
i don’t have time for tears and drama and you changed! conversations. 
i can only offer those people so much compassion and patience and even my time.
everyone wants a piece of your peace.  right?  haha.

working on new merch here with Isaac Mills of Mugwart Designs.
expect to see new Medicine Bandanas all tripped out this summer.
gonna make a phat batch. 
new stickers coming, too.  nahko stickers, that is. :)

THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT for those who can see.

more soon.
that’s my afternoon post full moon thoughts here in hot ubud.
time to get back on the motorcycle and vroooom off for a swim and lunch with the circus. 
i’m off to see the wizard.

be yourselves wisely. 
thanks bay.

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