M. D.s Sometimes Weekly Poetry and More

Open the Light

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 3 Jan 2016 00:41:00 -0700

There is something more that shines through all that we do and feel. Deliciously polyphonic and full of healing love, "Open the Light" is a gift made of gifts. Thank you so much to Alexander Bernat, who has taught me and so many others about power of kindness and the joy of giving. Mad Dog Friedman on oak flute and Theremini. Alexander Bernat on Celtic harp.

Between Two Worlds by Mad Dog Friedman

Songs for Our Mother

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Thu, 29 Oct 2015 01:50:00 -0600

Bird Sings

Frog Sings

Beach Walks

Butterfly Flutters By

Even Moss Sings

Night Song

Cloud Song

Rain Dance

River Ditty

Waiting for Now

432

This not a poem.

It is the track list for

my new CD,
Songs for Our Mother.

Songs for Our Mother by Mad Dog Friedman

This album explores the common textures between nature and the spontaneous music of indigenous instruments. Featuring eleven spontaneous compositions for Native American flute and kalimba enhanced with Theremini and computer generated soundscapes, these tracks utilize an interesting blend of what on first glance may appear as incongruous elements to create an amazing interweaving of lush sonic layers in celebration of the connection between Mother Earth and human artifice. Please enjoy a full listen for free and let me know what you think. If you would like to add this music to your own collection, you may buy the digital release for $15 or join my subscription community (for $15/ year) to receive unlimited access to over 70 tracks of my psychoactive music.

Alone Is My Home (Leave Me Alone) by Mad Dog Friedman & Bruce Deleplain

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Wed, 16 Sep 2015 22:23:00 -0600

Alone Is My Home (Leave Me Alone) by Mad Dog Friedman & Bruce Deleplain is a song written to raise awareness about Boulder's City Council recent actions to eradicate the homeless presence in downtown Boulder. Any of us are but one or two tragic life events from needing each others' help. Please use this thread to discuss more than just the music here. This is about being human and taking care of each other.

Listen to a live version of this song performed by Papa Juke on KGNU's Kabaret Show You may use this link (www.reverbnation.com/mdfriedman/song/24330993-alone-is-my-home-leave-me) or the player below:

or watch the YouTube version performed by Mad Dog Friedman with Jenn Cleary & Jay Stott on Aug. 11, 2015, at the Wildflower Pavilion, Planet Bluegrass, in Lyons, Colorado.

For more information or to contact Mad Dog, please go to www.maddogharp.com.

Hide & Seek

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Tue, 4 Aug 2015 22:50:00 -0600

It took over a month for Isatella & the Master of the Silver Catfish to emerge from their boreal surroundings so I am calling this one "Hide & Seek." Perhaps my most whimsical watercolor yet...

Symphony of the Heart

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Mon, 23 Mar 2015 01:40:00 -0600

Just released (as in 5 minutes ago) my most ambitious solo Theremini project to date: the Symphony of the Heart, 37 minutes of spontaneous compositions in six movements. For me it is next to miraculous to be able to paint these rich polyphonic landscapes in a series of single solo recording sessions simply by waving my arms around. Thank you for all your support and encouragement. Sometimes I wonder about myself.
https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/album/symphony-of-the-heart

Symphony of the Heart by Mad Dog Friedman

Cranial Sacred

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Fri, 20 Feb 2015 01:29:00 -0700

Just finished the new Theremini CD. There is something going on when I listen to or make this music. Hard to describe, but I like the sensation and where it leads me. Please let me know what you think.

https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/album/cranial-sacred

Cranial Sacred by Mad Dog Friedman

Turnings #visualsoundscapes

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Tue, 3 Feb 2015 01:57:00 -0700

"Turnings" Almost done now with Cranial Sacred. Stay tuned for more Visual Soundscapes from the CD. There is something going on here.

Entropy, a new Theremini visual soundscape

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 11 Jan 2015 02:45:00 -0700

My newest Theremini visual soundscape. Hot off the hard drive. Is this the beginning of a new CD? What does Cranial Sacred mean anyway? Why do I keep doing this? #visualsoundscape, #CranialSacred

Listen to more at https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/album/cranial-sacred

Drones for Peace Launch

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Mon, 5 Jan 2015 02:03:00 -0700

It's done. 17 tracks and over an hour of pure Theremini bliss. Not like anything I have ever done. Not sure who might like this. Not sure why I am releasing this. Ultimately I feel if you resonate with it, I would be be happy to give it to you, it is all about connection and healing, so just message me on Facebook at facebook.com/maddogharp and I will send you a free download code.

Drones for Peace by Mad Dog Friedman

https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/album/drones-for-peace

Particular Light - Visual Sound Art

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:55:00 -0700

Visual Sound Art Featuring Mad Dog Friedman on Theremini & the Cyborg Demon Choir

"Particular Light" is a bonus track of Mad Dog's Drones for Peace album: https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/album/drones-for-peace

Hand in the Machine Video

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Mon, 22 Dec 2014 19:12:00 -0700

My hand is deep in the machine on this one, not caught there, but flapping around like a fish, wiggling off the hook, I feel I might break free!

Eye Land

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 14 Dec 2014 20:37:00 -0700

Sometimes I think about this very old alien Muppet trapped on a tropical island playing an ethereal accordion. Sometimes I can't get his haunting music out of my head. Is it a self-portrait? Maybe, but not mine. I mean it is the nature of art to blur reflection and introspection. It is at the heart of human nature to define your own reality. All art is a self-portrait in one way or another.

The Whole (or maybe The Bowl)

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Mon, 8 Dec 2014 02:28:00 -0700

I wanted to make my Theremini into an an electronic singing bowl that shimmered with harmonics and dripped with drone. My pedal board along with its particle synthesizer and EH Ravish Sitar pedal figure predominately in this ruse.

from Hand in the Machine, released 22 November 2014
All tracks are single take improvisations.
Mad Dog Friedman - Theremini

The Whole, by Mad Dog Friedman

from the album Hand in the Machine

https://maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com/track/the-whole

Open Mined

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Mon, 1 Dec 2014 00:52:00 -0700

"Open Mined," digital art by M. D. Friedman

The Whole

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 23 Nov 2014 23:10:00 -0700

A taste of the last tune from my new live solo Theremin CD, Hand in the Machine. (Download at maddogfriedman.bandcamp.com.) I wanted to try and make my Theremini into an an electronic singing bowl that shimmered with harmonics and dripped with drone. My pedal board along with its Electro-Harmonix Superego and Ravish Sitar pedals figure predominately in this ruse. I finally got my "AIR HARP" spaceship to take me where I want to go. Now I am not sure if I will ever be able to find my way back again.

The Shaman Meets the Alien

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 16 Nov 2014 22:13:00 -0700

The Shaman & the Alien
Tells the story of their legendary first meeting in the Fall of 1858 near what is now Pilar, New Mexico.

Burgundy Wink

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 2 Nov 2014 22:13:00 -0700

"Burgundy Wink," digital art by M. D. Friedman

A Drinking Song

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

Dogged

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Fri, 31 Oct 2014 15:59:00 -0600

This one is called "Dogged". No photographs were harmed in the process of making this piece.

If you are enjoying my art postings and would like to see them as I make them, please "like" my artist page on FaceBook at www.facebook.com/mdfriedmansart.

Which Came First

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 19 Oct 2014 22:28:00 -0600

The age-old question finally answered through the magic of digital painting.

He Knew

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 12 Oct 2014 16:19:00 -0600

Something a little different from by digital paint brush. I hope you like it. More at www.mdfriedman.com.

Bird's Eye View

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Mon, 6 Oct 2014 14:35:00 -0600

My latest digital painting. The pixels are still wet.

It's called "Bird's Eye View."

It's about magical healing.

More at www.americanframe.com/artist/mark-friedman.aspx

Annie's Song

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sat, 20 Sep 2014 00:28:00 -0600

This is my first flute recording written to help with transitioning from my dear cousin Annie's death at the early age of 60.

Algal Bloom, a Digital Painting by M. D. Friedman

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Thu, 31 Jul 2014 13:52:00 -0600

The inspiration for this piece came from being locked into an eye to eye connection with an alpha frog in a nearby wetlands. I was enjoying the connection, feeling his wildness, as we somehow morphed together in a primordial forest, very peaceful yet somehow always underneath what I normally perceive as the wetlands...

More at www.mdfriedman.com.

acrophobia (on a painting by Pat Orban)

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Mon, 28 Jul 2014 00:48:00 -0600

acrophobia

rain bites skin

chills bones

among warm speckled rays

thunder hems & haws clears its throat of sky

lilac whiffs with languid wind and that smell

when rain first tames the dust brings me

to who I am (in this cage of dying skin)

the old man rambled can’t work in the lightening

I had to agree it was a yellow afternoon

and there is no place better to stand

than where your feet meet the ground

I wouldn’t go up there either

not if I had a say

not now probably never

I Shot the Serif (on a painting by Pat Orban)

md@poetscoop.org (M. D. Friedman) — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 23:37:00 -0600

I Shot the Serif

these bricks

I labor to layer

like sturdy scars

imprison me

as certainly as

the runaway train

roaring through my brain

jumps the track of reason

sharp barb lurks in the dark

the point is silence

I move between the taste

of rust and blood

hook slides from jaw

with the simplicity of gravity

I swish free smoothly slipping

beneath the quivered surface

burnt dusk oozes from the eye of night

cloistered with pain and wormy delusion

the dangling trap drifts beyond

I forage shimmering in the infinite dawn