MY VACATION ON THE MOON WILL NEVER END

THE MUSIC OF RD MAUZY

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Aug 27

tschüß / howdy

I wonder if The Beatles wrote “Hello, Goodbye” during their tenure in Hamburg.

In Hamburg, social situations are, by default, punctuated by the “Goodbye” - a high pitched sing-songy outtro that you’ll hear even if the person behind the counter doesn’t acknowledge your existence up until that point.

So far in Arkansas, the “Howdy” is the most frequented spot on the menu.

"You say goodbye and I say hello," y’all.


Aug 25
Welcome to your new home.

Welcome to your new home.


WHO THROWS THE ROCK
THAT ROCKS THE PARTY?

WHO THROWS THE ROCK

THAT ROCKS THE PARTY?


WHAT MAKES THE PEOPLE COME TOGETHER,
YEAH?

WHAT MAKES THE PEOPLE COME TOGETHER,

YEAH?


The love that we came to know, we call it…

The love that we came to know, we call it…


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!


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