MY VACATION ON THE MOON WILL NEVER END

THE MUSIC OF RD MAUZY

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Aug 15
blueguitar:

Satellites of LUV?

DISORBITED!

blueguitar:

Satellites of LUV?

DISORBITED!


Aug 14

"Rescue me from level-headedness and the unnecessary luxury of being calm." (Nature is Ancient, Björk)

Maybe it’s something like being a mountaineer:

No matter where you are on the mountain, if another hiker loses his footing and falls off the path, it causes you to re-check your gear, make sure your life-lines are in tact, and curse the unfairness of so many vistas left to discover, so many perspectives left unspoken for.

No matter how new you are to your path, no matter how many summits you’ve mastered, no matter how many peaks have been named in your honor, the unpaved gravel of darkness never promises a secure step, and the gravity of self-doubt never pauses in sympathy.

No one is granted easy passage.

But the rope-bridges we leave behind hoist us onto the shoulders of giants. From here, we gaze into the emptiness of tomorrow: virgin tierra awaiting our seeds, ideas waiting to be filled by our egos.

If music exists in the space between notes, then each note is the effect of a leap of faith- the in-breath that didn’t exist until you decided to take it, the in-breath that intuitively presented itself as the next step to take.

As the corpses of emotion decompose at our feet, they fertilize the dreams of what we have yet to experience.

The loneliest hiker broadcasts his co-ordinates. If our receivers are tuned in, we can hear the echoes of what it’s like in the places we’ve never seen.


Aug 12

German reporter: “Why is it that Germany is not known for comedy?”

Robin Williams: “Well, you killed all your funny people.”


Aug 11

3 days in new home, already on the radio. #kxua pic.twitter.com/B08RgyGV5J
— Ronald Daniel Mauzy (@rdmauzy)
August 12, 2014
Turn up the radio!

Turn up the radio!


Jul 27
Someone just went and ordered every single release in my catalog.
That is some ridiculous listening party they’re gonna have tonight.
Thanks to who-ever-you-are. Your music collection is now more exotic than a hipster’s at a Pabst Blue Ribbon happy hour.
If you need to fill any RD shaped holes in your listening indulgences, click away, rdmauzy.bandcamp.com.
Enjoy!

Someone just went and ordered every single release in my catalog.

That is some ridiculous listening party they’re gonna have tonight.

Thanks to who-ever-you-are. Your music collection is now more exotic than a hipster’s at a Pabst Blue Ribbon happy hour.

If you need to fill any RD shaped holes in your listening indulgences, click away, rdmauzy.bandcamp.com.

Enjoy!


Jul 8

To this day, nobody has died from a single joke

Gilbert Gottfried can’t stop apologizing:

The internet gives everybody the illusion of power. Everyone’s a commentator, everyone’s a writer, everyone’s a movie critic, everyone’s a moral activist. And as a result, everyone is a fucking idiot.

Comedy clubs aren’t the safe havens they once were. It used to be, if you went to a club, there was an expectation that anything could happen. It might be an evening of inoffensive comedy. Or a comic might make a joke about gang-raping an audience member. … Nobody complained to the manager or screamed for apologies. If you want good taste, stay at home and watch PBS.

Imagine if the most brilliant comedians in history were working today. They’d never stop apologizing. Charlie Chaplin would have to apologize to all the homeless people he belittled with his Little Tramp character. W.C. Fields and Dean Martin would both have to apologize to alcoholics. The Marx brothers would have to apologize to Italians, mutes and uptight British ladies. … You went up there as a comic and joked about it all and nothing was off-limits.

….

The next time you hear a joke that offends your gentle sensibilities, I want you to ask yourself this simple question: What would Pamela Anderson do? Do you have the same emotional maturity as somebody with gigantic fake breasts whose main cultural contribution is running in slow motion on the beach? Can you take a joke better than, or at least as well as, Pamela Anderson?

I apologize to my gay brethren for the fact that the above article is linked to the Playboy website. I’m actually so desensitize to boobs appearing all over websites, that I had gotten through half the article before recognizing that the boobs and the website were connected.

With the illusion of power, I grant my commentary onto the internet:

I’ve been self-validating my own philosophical waxings by noting that comedy and music share a lot of roots in their approach to art. There’s a dogmatic divestment that allows the curator to stand on the shoulders of giants and simultaneously disregard any other input than the intuition of the sense itself.

In the process of learning how to get out of one’s own way, being able to confront whatever face comes out to greet you on the other side of that shield - a fat bulbus demonic crazed face yelling, “Keep your eye on the ball, fag. What a queer!” - is the bread and butter of what makes art great, and what gives it value outside of the scope of club owners who say “why were you masturbating on my stage?”

Don’t call it a rock club if that’s your line.

I can even get exaggeratedly dramatic and alarmist to say - the environments that don’t encourage people to discover the language that describes that process - in them exist a kind of silent genocide - a death of art - a systematic ignoring of the sense that says “what if everything’s just a joke? What would Pamela Anderson do?”

Tragedy plus time equals comedy.

+ meter = music.


Jul 4

 Video: Penn & Teller burn the American flag in celebration.

"What would happen if you were to burn a flag… in celebration of the very freedoms that flag symbolizes?"

Leaving the deutschland for the mutterland in just over a month. Watch out Arkansas.


Video: Chris Rock explains America to Americans.

"If you swam here from some shitty country that didn’t allow you Bubalicious… you too are an American!"

My mom is a true American. I’m half Peruvian.


Jun 22

In an acute display of über-nationalism, with it being World Cup time, and seeing German flags waving from every car and balcony, I find myself somewhat nostalgic for a country I’m only half related to (it’s the good half!).

Today I check the box that says “Latino” and sing from my mountain top:

Ricas montañas
hermozas tierras
risueñas playas
es mi Perú!

Click for video: Mi Perú (by Hermanos Zañartu)


Jun 17

"Now I’m not saying Germans are mean or unfriendly, they’re very warm, sociable people… who do not get jokes."

Patton Oswalt gets a reality check in Germany.

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Since moving to Germany, I’ve recognized how much joking around there is in my songs.

While working with Germans, I’d often be asked, “what does this lyric mean?” “Why is that line like that?”

The answer was always, “Well, it’s a joke, I’m just making fun of something or having fun with an idea.”

Then they’d look at me dead pan, and explain why what I’m trying to say isn’t true. Then I’d say, “I know, that’s why it’s a joke.”

At least once, I was answered back, “That’s not a joke. That’s a pun.”

GTFO.


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