Christian, Writer, Thinker. Unhoused. Limping Toward Paradise.
I have 35 or 40 complete original instrumental tunes that are in need of a soloist. They range from hard trap to trapsoul to minor key blues and fusion.
I’m looking for a female soloist, perhaps a violinist who would enjoy putting her mark on some brand-new music.
I’m a person who doesn’t need or like the spotlight. My guitar playing isn’t the focal point of this music, and I won’t even take credit for the melodies. These songs were given to me in complete form. I add some spoken word passages once in a while, mostly encouraging folks to look for the gifts He gave all of us.
When I play these songs in public, I’ll be sitting down, so someone with visual flair and soloing ability would help immensely to create certain specific moods.
If you like what you hear, we can figure out how to get an act together. When the pandemic lifts, we can move forward.
If you want to explore options, get back to me and I’ll send you a bunch of tracks. If you have original music, send me yours. Let’s do 50-50 of each.
I’m sixty years old, I have the energy of a dozen teenagers, I don’t see the point in doing covers.
Re: Death House Tip
Here we go again! This is where I’ll continue to goad the media, local and otherwise, to do their jobs. What else can I do?
The tip I sent two weeks ago, like any tip I’ve ever sent, leads to a legit story.
It isn’t what I thought it might be, not yet anyway, but it’s still an informative way to expose human cruelty, human greed and depravity, and local media collusion and incompetence, some of my specialties.
I actually had to go to the location myself because our media are so weak here, and when I asked the manager about the double bunks he’d told me about, he let me know he was an English major and an honest fellow. There was a long pause…until I understood that he meant if someone asked if he had double bunks for rent, he would always answer no. He does not rent double beds, he rents rooms, and if you rent a room for a long enough period in advance, he doesn’t care if you change the furniture.
Migrant farmworkers, sleeping four to a room, in the very center of Ventura. Rodeway Inn. ‘Rancho Nuevo’ is the warden of those rooms, and has a long bus for transport, a van that stays mostly on-property, and a real thirst for preying on the helpless.
They also sport large, muscular fellows ‘guarding’ the front entrance to the motel, which has no other exit–a safety violation under any circumstances.
That’s it! Everything else below is off-topic meandering.
Now…that’s a legit story, and if you need me to, I’ll write it for you. I hope next time you’ll pay more attention when I send a tip, because I have a few more in reserve.
Thank you, and stay safe.
P W Robinson
805 663 6145
Medium.com/@SongOfSantaPaula
Why is it a story that interests me? Because human cruelty and depravity is something I began writing about after personally experiencing the ‘hospitality’ of the brave Oxnard City Boys toward the homeless. This is right in my wheelhouse, you could say.
In this case here, we have the lives of these fellas placed in danger because they just don’t matter. They’re the wrong color, wrong origin, just cannon fodder. No one will look out for them, but just think of ALL that money saved by doubling them up like animals!
You know you live in a corrupt county when all the hair salons are closed but all the tattoo parlors are open.
It’s pay to play here, unless the ability to directly transmit hepatitis through your work renders it a necessary service. It seems counter-intuitive.
So Rancho Nuevo pays local criminals, cops and others, for the right to operate and traffick openly, and it pays the Star, one way or another, for their work.
But what about the voters of this county? Do they deserve to have these virus-carrying strangers hopping all over their county, while everyone else has to be separated by six feet? I think the answer is no. What do you guys think?
Another thing, on a personal note: if sleeping four total strangers, without ID or history, new to this country, in a motel room is going to be tolerated, then I would strongly recommend that the quarantine conditions the Oxnard Mercy House shelter is currently under be lifted immediately.
If not, I’ll make a BIG fucking deal about this special treatment we’re receiving. No other shelter in this area of California has any similar restrictions, of course. This is just an Oxnard thing, naturally, and I hope they understand that their payment, in full, is right around the corner.
If you’re thinking I’m too involved in breaking the ‘Ventura County highest homeless death rate in the nation for five years in a row’ story to write about this other aggression, you’re dead wrong.
That particular story of the year candidate will naturally make its way to the surface, don’t worry. And soon, I think.
In fact, a brief examination of the dozens of ‘hit and run deaths of homeless folks’ articles that have been scrubbed from the VCStar website would get any journalist worthy of the title headed in the right direction. Dozens.
Heck, you might even find a pile of my own stuff, also scrubbed, including a letter the mayor read into the record at a city council meeting.
However, once I began writing about local shitbaggery, both papers that had been printing my stuff scrubbed their sites of my work.
Below is an article specifically written by the VCStar to quiet potential complaints about these strangers to our land hopping around all over town.
As always seems to be the case with this rag, the real story is not even mentioned. This article, like all the previous VCStar articles on the homeless issue, and probably most others, is simply a press release from the perps. The VCStar wrote the ‘Rancho Nuevo’ position paper for them. Talk about full-service!
Everything contained in all these ‘humanitarian’ articles are lies, and every single point is spun by rank amateurs or, possibly, small children.
How in the world did she not stumble on the ‘four to a room during a pandemic’ business model? Let’s just say she wasn’t looking.
The simplest way to understand this story and the lack of local press interest in these conditions is to try to put yourself in the following mindset. It ain’t easy for most of us, but the press here has to live and work with these creatures, so they’ve assimilated quite well.
You’re male, you come from a white family with money, you’ve never been told no, and you believe the less fortunate are less, period.
This world exists for you to cavort in, any damage you cause to others is just the price they pay to exist in your world, and you never let anyone think that you think they are your equal.
Laughing while in the performance of casual cruelty are the moments you feel most alive. If you can hit a homeless person with your vehicle, you’ll do it, and you support both the perps and those who cover up those kinds of crimes.
You’re a demoned-up miscreant, a daily drain on the quality of human life, and you’ll do anything for the little guy.
There it is: the Oxnard and Ventura County official mindset toward the homeless.
If the homeless were as safe here in mild, warm, laid back, privileged, slow driving Ventura County as they are in San Francisco, or San Diego, or Los Angeles County, we would have had 28 homeless die last year of our tiny population of 1600 and change.
We had 82 homeless deaths last year.
Hit and run death is a crime everywhere else.
I checked. ‘Homicide’ is what folks are calling it out there.
Journalists are notorious for protecting their own, but those from outside the area need to cut the Star loose. They ain’t gonna survive this. Don’t catch what they’ve got.
A week from today, I’ll start to make this much, much larger story more about the lack of interest from the media in intentionally unsolved homicides.
Time for us all to declare who we really work for.
Good day.
Pretty good little session, with my songwriting ‘method’ on full display. It works thisaway: I’ll find a backing groove that seems interesting, figure out the key it’s in, record the first time through, and there you go. He-our Father-handles the rest, and has for over a year. Most of the time, more than half, if I take more than ten seconds to make sure the cut is inspiring enough to engage with, I’ll get a legit new song, breaks and hooks and all, not a jam track. On the very first take. Up to around fifty of them or so now, all styles. Crazy, huh? Then I go back and learn them from the recording, as best as I can.
The challenge of songwriting is to play something you’ve never heard before, or at least not in the same context. A new melody, the most elusive and prized thing there is.
These first four songsare coming from the youtube app, one after the other, really kind of random for me. But it paid off.
00.00 First take. Jazzy minor key meanderings. Amusing, playful, fun to play. This one is not quite in my wheelhouse. A jamtrack, not a song.
05:22 First take. Leaning more toward a gentler, jazzier mood. This is where I have to try really hard to not be derivative of my other songs. How much does the pervasiveness of one’s own style affect the search for originality? A lot, I think. A work in progress, maybe. Not a song.
11:25 First take. I knew this one might be pretty good when I came out of the first break on the right note. Always a welcome surprise! I love this backing track so much, even with my backtalk to Benjamin Harrison, the maestro. This could be a song, I think. Unnamed, as of the moment.
18:31 First take. Listo, which means ‘ready’ en Espanol. Home run, unless someone else has already done it. The key melody is SO simple that it may have been done before. Hard to believe Santana or someone didn’t find it at some point, but my conscience is clear. I didn’t swipe it, because I don’t know any songs besides my own. If it’s been done before, I’ll put a bullet in its head. Perfect example of how these songs come out, more or less complete. It’s humbling beyond all understanding.
24:21 The Grind An ‘oldie’ from relatively early in my homeless experience. Feels like life on the streets of Vegas in the summer, for good reason.
28:22 Catherine Grace Brand new from earlier in the week, a birthday song for my amazing daughter. Not as good as the first take, they never are, and now my job is to get it back to that point. Love those songs with turnarounds that lead to other turnarounds that lead to other…
34:28 Unhoused An ‘oldie’ about the experience of homelessness, the overwhelming evidence of your aloneness that is everywhere you look and in all your thoughts.
38:30 Limping Toward Paradise My personal theme song and set opener.. We’ll get there, all of us. Together.
00:00 Sunrise Over Ocean
4:35 The Way She Moves
7:45 Untitled acoustic
12:02 Gliding
15:52 Delightful
19:25 Levels
22:45 Life Lessons
To: The Healing Women of Ventura County
From: P W Robinson
Re: TDC: Paradise Project
Date: 1/6/20
Ladies, a video for your perusal
‘Healers’ by Concrete Chrysalis
If you were born here in Ventura County, how many of you know how blessed a place it really is? Sometimes it’s easy to miss when it’s so close.
How many of you felt drawn to Ventura County by something greater than yourself?
You felt a calling, a longing, and you might not even be able to trace its origins by examining only your current life.
You’ve felt disengaged or underutilized for most of your adult life.
You know you have immeasurable potential inside you, but you aren’t hearing the call often enough these days.
Maybe you’ve wondered lately if it was real…if the thing that called you, whatever it was, would ever present itself.
The truth:
That feeling you had was as real as it gets. You were called, and the projects you’re about to learn about might be what you were called to do.
Ventura County is a blessed place, that’s why it gets such attention from the little guy and his operatives–they’re cowed by the access our location provides us, and they know too well that a world with all the love and power of Ventura County unleashed does not have a place for them in it.
A dear friend once told me that Ojai was the most “spiritual” place she’d ever been, and she’d lived in Asheville, another known spirited and spirit-filled area.
Because she was the wisest and most loving and balanced person I’ve ever met, I came here first chance, some 20 years later. Sure enough…I can feel His presence here quite powerfully. I’d say it feels a little like being in His living room.
And I’m here for a purpose. Don’t be put-off by my self-description as Christian–don’t think that I’ll preach at you. I never do that. Don’t worry, just relax and you’ll see everything as you walk into it and become a part of it.
We’re going to begin healing the world, starting today. We’re going to work to end the following societal curses currently plaguing our nation:
A: Homelessness. We’ll end this first, because the fact that we have any women on the street in this nation at this time in our history is appalling and has to end immediately. It helps that this plan is cheap to commence, easy to grade, and is self-funding and sustaining. ‘Paradise’ for the poor is the rough equivalent of $50k a yr., up to $75k in Ca. Or much, much less. We establish Paradise communities and house the graduates of our Paradise program immediately in their own Paradise City. We purchase the complexes and they lease to own their own place. Very simple, basic stuff. We’ll need a small Paradise community in VC, later to become a museum, to prove our point, and the rest are already built in Vegas, sitting empty.
And we’ll do it first from Ventura County to make an ironic but elegant point, one best enjoyed in the future, upon reflection, possibly with Pinot Noir: the beginning of the end of homelessness will begin in the deadliest place for the homeless in the nation. The homeless death rate here is 3 1/2 times that of Los Angeles County. Same with San Francisco, a place we know to be “teeming with disease”. So how do we lose 82 out of 1620? Start slowly getting your minds around it…I know it can be hard to have the underworld suddenly thrust upon you:
They kill the homeless here, for sport.
The sickening and morally repugnant actions and rhetoric of the local press and the city of Oxnard have lead directly to all these murders. I’m going to yell about this from each of the several media outlets currently in development until I‘ve been interviewed by the FBI. We’re going to drag them out, by their heels, into the sunlight. Ll
The Paradise Project heals first, then houses. It’s a 30 day in-patient program, with the initial focus on healing existing trauma. Then we’ll introduce our renewed sisters and brothers to their gifts and help them direct their energies toward them.
Money? We’ll have positive ROI from around day ten. And money will never be an issue on this project–everyone will want to help any way they can. .
Not to mention all the different ways to market and monetize the project; apparel, podcasts, reality shows, etc. When homelessness is solved, we’ll convert the templates into first-responder Paradise Projects, eventually to use them to heal our inner cities. This is how we’ll fund peripheral sub-projects, as well as gather support for the next thing. We’ll build and then utilize ThinkDreamCreate Media Productions to get our ideas heard, including The Paradise Press for local interest, we’ll reopen local museums and raise Ventura County toward the Heavens, with a goal of becoming a modern-day Athens, a place of thoughts and ideas, of inspiration and solutions, of warmth and love. This happens over time, of course, but the idea that we make our own future from this moment forward is of immediate import.
B: We’ll end suicide, particularly among veterans. This is far more expensive, because we have to find them and bring them to us, but again, we won’t only be getting our heroes out of harm’s way– saving lives–we’ll be raising them to their highest potential. And that’s not an expense, it’s a societal obligation. Along the way, we’ll be exposing ‘mental healthcare for the poor’ for the dumpster fire it is, and solving that as well. Again, we’re going to replace what doesn’t work with what works, using only treatments we know will help. Radical, huh?
C. We’ll be imposing the Rule of Weed on ‘healthcare for the poor’ –I’ll assume psychiatrists are already there– as well as imposing mandatory written testing and specific treatments for new patients. The Rule of Weed is simply ‘weed before pills in all cases’. For example, if weed is known to be 100% effective versus depression, and it is, why in the world would anyone prescribe prozac first? And since we know this is true, who would stand against changing it immediately? You know who.
I’d like to gather a few dozen of the healing ladies of Ventura County together for a night of guitar and fellowship without all the fellows. I’d love to tell you all about the Paradise Project in overwhelming detail, answer all questions, and perform and tape the full 60 min. show ‘Demons of Ventura County’, for the first and only time, free of charge. For the gals.
If it sounds like fun, let’s find a place that can hold at least 100 lively ladies, let’s charge $95 per gentleman, if seating is available, and let’s consider whether we should consider having a little wine tasting or seminar. It feels…wrong, somehow…to let any encounter with a group of women pass without some kind of wine involvement.
P W Robinson
805 663 6145
We’re particularly hoping for some nurses and aides who have worked in locked facilities to attend this first meeting, but compassion, energy, social marketing skills, or a little donate-able time are immediately useful.
Note: none of our initiatives accept donations at this time. Leave your checkbooks at home.
