Come Hear Good Music

If you've never experienced Rhapsody before, allow me to offer you a simple introduction and offer.


Rhapsody is exactly what it claims to be: The Celestial Jukebox

Currently clocking in at over 835,000 tracks from close to 70,000 albums and over 41,000 artists - it is literally an interactive encyclopedia of music.

Traversing through the catalog, you cannot help but draw yourself into the rich history and cross referential nature of influences, contemporaries and followers that has evolved through the chronology.

Rhapsody lets you organize licensed music tracks into a personalized library and playlists depending on your mood. Going on step beyond, Rhapsody allows you to create your own Radio Stations by choosing up to 10 of your favorite artists. The system will then cycle through their expanded catalog including songs not available for on demand streaming.

I just tapped in a station for: Neil Young, David Grisman, Ben Harper, Michael Franti & New Monsoon. Thus far I've heard Neil, Grisman, CCR and now playing: Helpless from The Last Waltz - brilliant.

In the few years we've been partners and re-sellers, I've truly been amazed at watching the catalog advance while the software has remained relatively consistent. Somewhat of a testament to the timeless nature of music.

Here's the offer - download it here: http://rhapsody.jambase.com/ and then enter "jambase-web" to get a free month, no obligations. If you don't like it, cancel - and then tell me about why you didn't think it was worth it and I'll send you a free gift.

If you need some tunes to get you started, check out the JamBase Rhapsody Blog

Enjoy Rhapsody...

Hampton Comes Alive

Happy Anniversary!

This weekend is the 6th & 7th year anniversaries of those amazing nights in Hampton, VA.

It's incredible how the time goes by in an instant...

Were you there? Share your thoughts by clicking on the comments link below...

Happy Portal Week!

According to our good friend, the Natural "Mayan" Calendar, we are in the midst of a "portal week". November 10th through the 19th is a time of heightened energetic awareness and opportunity.

Regardless of your beliefs, it is undeniable that we are living in elevated times. Things feel as though they are moving faster, churning harder and swirling towards an uncertain and approaching future, now more than ever.

Often there are times for reflection, yet it feels as though this is a time for progression. We have come a long way, and have so very far to go.

Yet it seems that no matter how much we try or how hard we work, we can always turn to the natural rhythms of the earth for foundation and guidance. There is something reassuring and stabilizing about the world we live in and the patterns we form that creates an undeniable sense of quiet order.

so...go for a walk in the woods this week, we all need it.

Throwing Stones

Throwing Stones
Words by John Perry Barlow

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky
Brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me
A peaceful place, or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face
But afraid we may lay our home to waste

There's a fear down here we can't forget
Hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves
As the night-time falls
And again the hunt begins
And again the blood wind calls
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes
(Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalk and it rolls the streets
Staking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat
It's you and me, you and me

Click flash blade in ghetto night
Rudy's looking for a fight
Rat cat alley, roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that Jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice
Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price?
Money green, or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink
History's page will be neatly carved in stone
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own
On our own, on our own, we're on our own

If the game is lost, then we're all the same
No one to place or take the blame
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or that shining ball of blue we call our home

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white goes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
While the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace
The radical, he rant and rave
Singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover blown
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones
'Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Eyes of the World

Eyes of the World
Lyrics by Robert Hunter

Right out side this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate
Of winter's summer home
Wondering where the nuthatch winter's
Wings a mile long
Just carried the bird away

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own

There comes a redeemer and he slowly, too, fades away
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay
And night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
But the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own

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