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John Mayer/Steve Jordan/Pino Palladino/Chick Corea/Wallace Roney

Here’s a full seven minute tune I loosely composed called “Little Sur,” recorded last February in New York City. I got together with some of my friends and favorite players for six amazing days of playing music with no rules, no plans, and no pressure. Oh, and no vocals. What came from it was a really inspired batch of recordings. Hours of music that I’ll need to sift through at some point should it ever become an album. (I hope it does.) If you’re wondering where I am in the mix, that’s me playing a Music Man long scale guitar… Pino and I are kind of both living in the bass space. As soon as Chick came in on the piano, I knew something really deep was taking place.  This is the rough mix that was given to me at the end of the day, as it has lived on my laptop since.

I tried to find a minute, two minute clip to share with you, but these recordings just don’t work any other way than in their unabridged form. So here it is. Free music. Played freely, shared freely. Put it on and go for the ride… If you dig all seven minutes, then surely you deserve them. 

There are times for marketing strategies, and there are times for just  p l a y i n g. The original design for all musicians.  Hope you enjoy hearing this as much as I did. 


Poverty isn’t a money problem for poor people; poverty (in the richest country in the world) is a problem with our distribution of resources. Poverty is the problem of inequality. Poverty is a problem because the rich hoard their resources. Poverty is a problem because corporations hoard cash while Americans remain unemployed. Poverty is a problem because of corporate welfare. Poverty is a problem because of unethical job creators. The problem isn’t because poor people are poor; the problem is because the rich never think they are rich enough.


Nothing I wish for ever happens. It’s been that way my entire life. I’ve been blessed with many remarkable opportunities, but they’ve all happened as a surprise or side effect of hard work. The specific things I’ve allowed myself to hope and dream about have never, ever come to fruition. Almost always, it’s the direct opposite.

This is especially true with dating, the outcome of big sporting events, travel planning, weight loss, and job interviews.

We’re encouraged to write down our goals, as we’ll have a better chance of achieving them. For me, it’s the reverse. If I tell anyone about my future plans, they always fall through. If I keep the plans a secret, they’re more likely to actually happen.

I feel like the universe is saying to me, “Hush, child. I’ve got it all figured out. You just keep on keeping on. Put one foot in front of the other, and I’ll bring the special rewards when it’s time. Don’t ask, or you won’t receive.”

Misanthropy: the natural allergic reaction had by an intelligent, thinking person when confronted by a world of tribalized, reactionary proto-humans. A condition characterized by a need for solitude …
Urban Dictionary
It’s called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it.
George Carlin (via elzapatista)
Just for once, I want to see someone go on a mission trip, take no pictures, write no details, and simply say it was a joy to serve the Lord and His people. Just for once, to keep that a sacred time between you and Him, to not be attached to the attention you will garner. There’s a reckless freedom in making memories that only you and Jesus can share.
Leo in Blood Diamond vs. Leo in any other film? No contest. I feel a little guilty worshiping him given the subject matter, but holy wow.
Hotness: introducing casual viewers to the realities of conflict gems one freeze frame at a time.

Leo in Blood Diamond vs. Leo in any other film? No contest. I feel a little guilty worshiping him given the subject matter, but holy wow.

Hotness: introducing casual viewers to the realities of conflict gems one freeze frame at a time.




via the tiny project


John, can we live here?

I think I’ve reblogged this before but ❤️

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A flower doesn’t stop being beautiful just because somebody walks by without noticing it …

All to often, I post something I’m fiercely proud of on Facebook and only 6 people like it. I’m talking major accomplishments like completing a master’s degree. Then someone posts a picture of their toddler covered in spaghetti and gets 79 likes in a matter of minutes. It’s so easy to feel disheartened when you realize no. one. cares. about your achievements. Thankfully, there’s this brilliant reminder to help us keep things in proper perspective.

A flower doesn’t stop being beautiful just because somebody walks by without noticing it, nor does it cease to be fragrant if its scent is taken for granted. The flower just continues to be its glorious self: elegant, graceful, and magnificent. 

Our Mother Nature has provided us with these immeasurably valuable teachers that blossom despite their short lifespan, stars that continue to shine even if we fail to stare at them, and trees that don’t take it personally if we never bow down in gratitude for the oxygen they provide. 

We also have an incredible and unlimited capacity to love, but the question is: can we do it like a flower? Without needing to be admired, adored, or even noticed? Can we open our hearts completely to give, forgive, celebrate, and joyfully live our lives without hesitation or need for reciprocity? 

It seems like sometimes we go beyond taking things personally and are noticeably deflated when unappreciated. In-fact, devastated, we wilt in sorrow and then attempt to guard ourselves by withholding, using all sorts of protections and defenses. We get hurt (even angry), if our boss fails to recognize an astonishing feat, if a lover pulls their hand away, or when a friend forgets our birthday. Can you imagine a flower copping an attitude for not being praised, or the moon dimming its glow because we’re too self-absorbed to notice it more often? 

Each chapter in Buddhist Boot Camp invites you to make an effort to shine no matter what, to love unconditionally, and to be a kind and gentle soul (even when nobody is watching). 

And, if you’re so inclined, hug the next tree you see and say, “Thank you!”

By Buddhist Boot Camp

Get over it, people. Get over the Internet. Go outside. Get off this website. Make friends. Meet them in a bar. Buy someone you love something warm or nice to drink. Go to the park. Breathe in the air. Take in the outside. Look at the tiny flying things in the sky and wonder how they sing a song without overanalyzing every action, without eating each other alive. Watch how they eat only for sustenance, how they hoard only for others. Find a friend. Go to the beach, in the cold. Pick up a real thin rock at low tide and watch it skip, skip, skip and then descend. Watch your friend do it. Think about how satisfying it is, watching it float like that in between hops, then how silly it is that we do anything at all. Look over to your friend and watch him skip that fucker, satisfied, and forgive.
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.
Meredith Grey (via middlenameconfused)

(Source: whilde-daisi, via middlenameconfused)