Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
Thanks to my online friend, Warner, I learned about Fall of Freedom. It looks like good news to me. Art and Freedom As soon as I read Warner’s blog post and then the “Freedom” website, I was inspired. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted my music to be for the betterment of […]
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As I mentioned, “Wreck-less” already has three released versions. So, why did it need another one? Times Change “Wreck-less” is a formative song for me. I wrote and revised the lyrics during several wars. The current battles are both violent and personal. My day job, my friends, my family, and the country of my birth
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The old computer in my recording studio was getting tired. And it showed. The Recording Studio Upgrade Yes, I know it’s part of planned obsolescence and such. Still, I’d been saving up for this for almost as long as I’ve been working on my folk album. During this time, the models I’ve been looking at
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When I first wrote “Wreck-less”, it had one meaning. Today, as you can imagine, it has another. At least for me. Imagine Change I had the idea for Wreck-less a few years prior, but the first set of lyrics I wrote in the wake of the first war by the West against Iraq. Several countries
It’s Not Difficult To Imagine – Lyrics and Changing Times Read More »
Here, here we sit on pews as they did when they took their last breath.They could have been a neighbor. Their parents may be one yet.What good do we think our thoughts and prayers will do for them now?If our prayer is for forgiveness, do our actions speak as loud as words. The alarm went
Grief is medicine.It is not static. Its sadness is a rainbow.Grief is myriadand filled withmystery,expectation,wonder. Grief is the ashesand the rising from them. This medicine is the unknownand the fear of it.So, I feel itand embrace this unknownness. Grief is medicine.It is not static. My grief is rage.At first, it wasan impotent frustration.But now, I
Strange parables are these;Beyond interpretation.Their stories backwardsAnd their chroniclers misled. In the aftermath of reason,We perhaps abandon themOr can, throughout our lifetime,Puzzle over all they hold. Parables and how we take themAre but a simple mirror heldOut before our features: Broken,And misshapen forms. Fear is such a dread companion.How its judgements misconstrueWhat our savior wants
Play drums live. One of the best things about Ritual Escape was playing my fun hand drums. Plus, I used no synchronization, quantization, metronome or click-track in the creation of this music. Any “bad timing” is purely my fault. Check out the mini-review of this 5-song suite from a friend on BlueSky: Done! Not what
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Is there no escape? We live in challenging times. Tyrants, fascists, and bullies too often have the upper hand. But … And … At the same time, there are examples of human beauty rising up. People are turning to community and art as ways of accenting the good. Sometimes, the flood of the sweetness and
I’m supposed to be confined to my long-term project. But here it is again: a brief interruption. Confined Since I was off the rails of my folk song album, I decided to give myself a challenge. “Hey! If you’re going to mess around, at least do it with purpose.” This time, I chose limited instruments,
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