I've been out of circulation for a year or so...domestic issues...but intend to start responding to those of you who have shown an interest in my music.
I am a sixty-two year old retired elementary school teacher who dabbles in philosophy, poetry, watercolors, photography and songwriting. I don't perform anymore. I played violin for two years under the tutilage of a Mr. Minsky, a Detroit symphony violinist...long enough to determine I have musical dyslexia...I can't read music! Beats me! I still don't. I just seem to know where to look for the next chord. In the last four years I have produced a catalogue of over 400 songs of which 300 or so are recorded. It would be nice to have back-up, but I would drive them crazy 'cuz I don't know what I'm doing; I just do it. I describe myself as a "full spectrum" artist. When I do watercolors, I don't limit my pallet to "acceptable" colors. When I write, I don't limit my "pallet" to "nice" meaningless words. There are times when strong, disgusting words are entirely appropriate and I don't shy away from using them. I don't edit for air-play. I create to express what I am thinking and feeling. I am not offended when people don't want to know what I am thinking and feeling. No two paths are the same. Due to my philosophical position, all of my songs are theoretically in the public domain.
I have five daughters and seven grandkids. My youngest is blest with Downs syndrome. She is a very patient teacher. I strive to imitate her innocent wisdom. We are both "One-Winged Birds." All five are cherished beyond words.
I say "we" are both "one-winged birds" because she is blest with Downs and I am blest with a smorgasbord of Aspergers traits. When given lemons; make lemonade. When given s***; make fertilizer. Just make something that benefits mankind. I mentioned that I don't perform. I tried in the 80's. It didn't work. My mind is always going a thousand miles an hour in a dozen or so different directions. When I was in front of people, my mind would wander and I'd forget the lyrics. I couldn't even remember my own lyrics! I didn't enjoy the experience. Even now, if I don't record the song immediately, I lose the music. I have the lyrics written down, but as I can't read or write music, the musical part demands memory and my short term memory is somewhat scattered. Usually, my mind has already headed in the direction of the next song as I'm finishing the one I am on, so the old song is being replaced with new ideas and new chords.
Having a rampant mind, I have learned to enjoy just thinking. I have always played with ideas and concepts like other people play with balls: baseballs, basketballs, tennis balls, ping pong balls, golf balls, etc. Aspergers has allowed me to think independent of society's crippling status quo. I live "outside the bun." This took some getting use to, but I'm there, now. The first half of my life I struggled to get "inside a bun," any "bun," but failed to do so. Now, I'm tickled pink I wasn't able to. I have a "flickr" account under Arkay Oghe and an account with "YourPoetryDotCom" under enigma.
My primary focus is Abby...she's still a dependent child, but a major lifelong focus has been human development. Mankind's societies have been and are sick. At the present rate of dysfunction "the herd" will be at the bottom of the cliff fairly soon. This concerns me. I dabble in sentimental stuff just to assure my listeners I am human, but my real emphasis is paradigm change. Without systemic paradigm change, extinction is just around the corner. We are a "rogue species" and if we don't figure it out, when Mother Nature has had enough, she's gonna' cut us off. It doesn't have to happen, but if the social sciences don't wise up, it won't matter that we've found the higgs boson, it won't matter if we land on Mars, it won't matter who is at the top of the charts; we won't be here. This is pretty much the message of all my significant songs.
I appreciate your interest.
Blessings, Arkay Oghe...rko...enigma