Friday, April 3, 2015

Run, City Man. (c)(p) 1987 by Paul A. L. Hall ("paulhallart")

Run, City Man (1987 by Paul A. L. Hall of paulhallart)

Song warns of nuclear and c.b.r. attacks by rogue nations whose objectives are facilitated by highly concentrated urban centers
RUN CITY MAN is the title of a song by Paul Hall, the song meant to discuss the likelihood of individuals lessening dependence on urban lifestyles, song urges the city man to escape social pressures or folkways or morays that would tend to amalgamate him into the urban social structure, song explains that clear warnings are prevalent but are so slight as to seem invisible, the world explodes around an oblivious dennison as it did in Pompey and Herculeum, song suggests it prudent to leave before suffering the irreparable mental damage of seeing his world destroyed before his eyes, song points out that values like love and freedom will more than replace what is lost.
There is refuge from a nuclear winter above the cloud line in the mountains.
It's not over.  There is always some element of human society enamored of destruction. There are substrates in any given conglomerate of people that behave much like an electromagnet in a scrap yard.  All it needs is an electric current and each constituent lines up.  In surprising regularity throughout the history of humanity social upheavals evolving large followings around some central figurehead have flared up evoking as extreme a destruction as the technology of it's time permitted.  That was bad enough when you could walk around a marching army armed with iron swords.  This time the flare ups come with increasingly devastating armaments.  Nuclear ones, with subterranean burst capability delivered by smart weapons technology.

Run, City Man!

Written in 1980 part in Paris and part in the Pyrenees Mountains.
(c) (p) by Paul Hall, 1987

Run, city man!  
Cut your roots and go.  
Your world will be exploding round you.  
What more would you know?

Wise men look for warnings, 
see the things that do not show. 
Run, city man, 
get outa here, 
before it's too late to go.

Ah, before it is too late to go.

Mountain roads will catch the tears 
from your tear stained cheeks.  
A broken heart will take you far 
as hardship loops the peaks 
like those mangled, twisted girders 
in the a-bombed lands below. 
Run, city man, 
leave your cities, 
before your cities blow.  
And before it's too late to go.

As the seagull glides at dawning 
and the swallow flies till night, 
run, city man, 
leave your cities.  
Speedy make your flight.  
You must leave their world so dark.  
You must not return.  
Run, city man, 
get out of town, 
before your cities burn.
  And before it is too late to go.

Glowing moss on the mountain crags 
that you run past in your flight 
will contrast with horizons 
as you RUN with all your might.  
Run, city man!  
Forget their homes of fear.  
Just wait as far you travel 
and watch freedom's love appear.
Before it's too late to go.  

Before it is too late.  
It is too late.  
  TOO LATE TO GO. 



Written in the Pyrenees on the way to beautiful Spain in the eighties. Best ordinary wine; no additives.

The visualization was from a photoshoot in La La Falls Rain Forrest in Warburton in Australia. Later I did a digital sketch of the photos in Carlsbad, California, in the zeros.

The only native tree in Australia is the eucalyptus. It was introduced to California, where it grows like a weed and no one realizes that it's the major cause of their horrific wildfires.

Australia has about 40 species of eucalyptus, what they call gum trees, and since they were felled so quickly by the Euro settlers, no one knows how tall they grow, it's supposed they could grow taller than the sequoia or the redwood. But it's important to note the extreme mystique of the Australian island-continent. As Greg (Gregparkerblues) , a gardener from Australia, points out: "Aust. has far more bio-diversity in its flora than U.S.A. or Europe (I think combined).Heathland and rainforest diversities are very high.The dominant Eucalypt /Acacia exploding(in fire) forests compete with rainforest, in many parts(Coast). Tallest individual tree in world was supposedly felled early 20th century/late 19th.(E.regnans,Tasmania)".



Start With Nothing

How Do You Start With Nothing?


Written by Paul Hall in a small one-person tent in the Joinville Camp Grounds in the suburbs of Paris, in 1981.
(c) (p) by Paul Hall, 1987.

How do you start with nothing?
First you start with air.
Then you energize hydroxide in terra
to prepare.
You must do the movement.
You must bring the seed.
You must gather people
once you have agreed.

First there is the nothing,
then there is the small.
Anywhere you are
you can find those "none at all"
that grow into the healthy
and avoid the death
of the hatred of the selfish
and the jealous frosted breath.

There's no need 
for being giant
or being great with haste.
Preponderance
in time gone by
will only lead to waste.
Keep searching for the balance
not striving for excess.
Keep trying every valence
until you find success.



True success always comes from "nothing".  The power of zero.



This is a song I wrote in the Joinville Camp Grounds in the suburbs of Paris back in 1980.



The artwork is a piece of digital art I did back in Carlsbad, California, in 2004, called "Brontnentiantio".



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Neon Red -- Locked Razor

Plus my drawing "Chicken and Transistors".  2 songs: aproach city skyline red lights; inducement of urban insanity.  On the 12-string.  "Don't tell me you don't hold a locked razor.  You hold it in your little hand.  You're going crazy, every woman, child and man.  Don't you know it can get out of hand?  Don't you know it can get out of hand!  Locked razor blades -- known to have gotten out of hand."



A vignette based on a series of digital art studies I did in Carlsbad, California, 2005, based on a sketch I did in Greenwich Village, New York, NY, back in 1965.  Dang.  That's forty years and twice around the earth.



The songs I wrote in Europe back in 1980.  "Neon Red" in Amsterdam, Holland, and "Locked Razor" written on the Glingencourt metro line in Paris the same year.



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Digital Abstract Expressionism, Gallery 2

These were digital abstract compositions I did in Carlsbad, California in 2004.  The digitization gives the compositions a reality of their own.  The song, "You Will Know" or also called "The Rich Man and the Beggar" (because he was a rich man, too, but in a different way), was written in Paris, France in 1980.



Paul A. L. Hall

http://www.paulhallart.com







Digital Abstract Expressionism , Gallery 1

Original, "The Red and the Blue", key colors of key countries.  Original digital art using Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop. With the advent of digitization, the artwork leaves the canvas or the picture plane, at least as a point of origin.    Large printers called plotters can make the work as large as a billboard and the picture plane, canvas or anything else, becomes the "substrate" that is printed on.  Otherwise, the finished work is viewed on monitors or LCD plasma screens or whatever else comes along.



The song was written by me in Paris in 1980, called: "The Red and the Blue".



Paul A. L. Hall

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Canyon City, Chilkoot Trail.

Canyon City was the first outpost along the Chilkoot Trail, near Dyea, Alaska.  The trail was originally blazed by the native American Tlingit peoples and used by the miners of the 1898 gold rush to get to the waterways in Canada that would take them to Dawson, a volcanic area where to this day there is gold to be had.



The Chilkoot Trail is about thirty miles long, but I only had enough time to get to Canyon City and back, an overnighter.  I traveled light, only a child's book bag pack on my back with a large plastic jar of peanut butter, a quart of water and an aluminum blanket.



There is a self-portrait in the series, as I take a picture of a moth on the water of a huge beaver pond, also seen is my reflection.

I rescued the moth and it survived, you'll be glad to know.



I was told later on that the Red Onion Saloon, seen in the series, was dismantled and taken to Skagway, where it is a landmark 1898 relic on Second Avenue and Broadway.



More on www.paulhallart.com







The Time Bends in the Distance (available in 3D) - Song and digital art ...

One of my songs played on my old 12-string Takimine in a garage in Bethel, Connecticut in '78 about my constant travels as a poor man.

-- This video is 3-D capable.  Just click the "change quality" feature at the bottom of the video frame (the "gear" icon), then click the 3D icon when it appears to get the setting that matches your glasses.  No glasses? Click on the "no glasses" link and then look at the 2 images in the video cross-eyed until a 3rd appears in the center. --

-- The visual is some digital art I did in Carlsbad California in 2004.  Digital art is the aardvark in the bark, you quark. -- about ten variations on a work called "Bemtmationationallee", done in Carlsbad, California back in 2004.



The original folk song by me, "The Time Bends in the Distance" is the theme song for my anthology, "Archives of Time and Distance".  Written in Montpelier,  at about six in the morning, at a local cafe, way back in 1980.



Almost all my 1980 songs were written in cafes, where I joked that my breakfast was an espresso and a bic pen.



Paul A. L. Hall

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"'Cross North America Wide" - An Alaska/Florida drive -- Paul A. L. Hall...

Full Album.  My 15th Symphony with an about 200-photo slide show of my trip by way of Alaska over through Canada to Seattle and then across the States on I 90 to North Dakota and then south through Iowa and Indiana to the East Coast, through Georgia to Florida.  The photos show the drought of 2012, including parched corn fields and extensive wild fires.  A couple of picks of Canada's new Alpine Highway, a dual super highway in the mountains, one of the most beautiful I've seen or driven.





Moon River by Henry Mancini (cover and digital art by Paul Hall of paulhallart)

Regarding art, classical or modern, we have to step back a bit.  We must somehow come to terms with acknowledging our primitive side.



Let's look at the timelessness of art: it really boils down to 2 camps:  the hustlers and the real thing.  The real thing is actually more like medicine for the human condition.



The hustler is the opportunist who milks it for all it's worth, kind of like the forger who could have been a brilliant artist but instead makes a bundle copying someone else.  The real artist works really, really hard at it and in a way, doesn't think too much about remuneration, but rather that he or she is providing something absolutely essential; filling a gap.



My "modern" work and my "classical" work both get stolen on occasion.  I did them because I felt driven.  It felt like a driving instinct to provide something missing from the human equation ...





Thursday, April 2, 2015

"Deesdoi" (Planet Mercury) - Native American Flute

So the children of the Ice Walker found Deesdoi by walking away from the desolate places (Ice Age Mongolia) -- and so they walked until they found the warm place as those faithful to the vision passed on, "Those Who Honor the Walker Legend", until "The End of Land" (Tierra del Fuego) ...



"Deesdoi" Navajo: "Hot Place":  A view of planet Mercury from the satellite "Messenger" in orbit around it (also an original melody by Paul Hall on Native American Flute) ...