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Molly Fletcher, violin
Paul Weinfeld, guitar
Walker Adams, percussion

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molfizzle:

taking a bow with #PaulSimon after our performance at the #BeaconTheatre #violinist #folkmusic #nyc

molly on stage with Paul Simon at the Beacon Theatre

molfizzle:

taking a bow with #PaulSimon after our performance at the #BeaconTheatre #violinist #folkmusic #nyc

molly on stage with Paul Simon at the Beacon Theatre

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agentfenris:

"Be at peace in the oneness…" This phrase kept me sane for the past few weeks. #fairytalesforthefatherless

agentfenris:

"Be at peace in the onenessā€¦" This phrase kept me sane for the past few weeks. #fairytalesforthefatherless

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molfizzle:

thesnozzberries:

Turn on lifetime and watch @helenthebeast. She killed it last week! #designerhelen

the winning look from #MarieClaire #shoe challenge this season on #projectrunway, #designerhelen #helencastillo

molfizzle:

thesnozzberries:

Turn on lifetime and watch @helenthebeast. She killed it last week! #designerhelen

the winning look from #MarieClaire #shoe challenge this season on #projectrunway, #designerhelen #helencastillo

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molfizzle:

Uh oh… only 2 months until #FASHIONWEEK šŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒ Had fun with this look last #nyfw by @tumblerandtipsy šŸŽ‰

molfizzle:

Uh ohā€¦ only 2 months until #FASHIONWEEK šŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒ Had fun with this look last #nyfw by @tumblerandtipsy šŸŽ‰

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molfizzle:

onstage at #rockwood 3 with #fairytalesforthefatherless #music #violin #art #nyc

molfizzle:

onstage at #rockwood 3 with #fairytalesforthefatherless #music #violin #art #nyc

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I just returned from a trip to the middle of America
Where I was born and raised …
To visit my mother
Who was born and raised in the middle of America, too.
My colorful old mother
Who now wakes at 4am 
And insists that I do the same 
To walk her German Shepard, Dakota
Who stands very proudly on her very last leg
She insists
We pick  wild flowers and get apple fritters
Before returning home
To sit on the deck of her smarty appropriated condo
In a planned community 
Within a planned city 
On the outskirts of another city that I can’t really tell you the name of
She insists that we listen to Elvis and talk shit about the neighbors and
Watch very careful as the world goes around one time more
Maybe, even, for the very last time.
So this is important
And so I oblige…
And I watch as…
At the first sliver of cobalt sky
The People
 With their coffee and their cigarettes and their  apple fritters and their Nissan Frontiers 
Meet the new day with hope and apprehension 
Loading up their hatchbacks 
With their sleepy-eyed children
Carting them off to very decent school districts
Where they will or won’t excel 
But will return every day until they fulfill their obligation
In hopes of acceptance into a college of their means 
Where they will study for a career that will have sturdy bones
And a big bright future 
Upon completion of their four year contract..
They’ll again beg acceptance 
This time in a chair in front of a desk in front of a mid- level manager
Inside of a nondescript office building inside of an office park
Outside of a city I can’t tell you the name of
For an entry level position in an undefinable job
Once the paycheck is secured and course is set
They will finally be able to begin their search 
Through bar after bar after bar
Singing karaoke and making out with waitresses and
Taking shots of Jagermeister and  taking off their suit coats to lose fights in back alleys
All In hopes of one day finding a girl of their means
Not too pretty to cause worry… but with a practical haircut and congruent life goals
That special other half
Who will save them from the trouble
Of the witty conversation and the tight clothing and hair gel and
The pregnancy scares
And the drunk driving 
That has plagued their early adulthood 
And worried their poor parents 
And threatened to uproot all the planning and hard work 
That went in to their perfectly passable
Perfectly presentable 
Mid- level life.
They can now sit contented 
Watching one of their 600 channels of television
Ordering their favorite foods on line
Weekend by weekend
Building a aluminum sided nest 
For a family of their own
And when the baby starts crowning…
It’s bound to startle them 
As it did their parents…
They will realize they need a plan
And a schedule 
And a savings account 
Which they will annually dole out to much wiser and richer men in far away lands 
Who will hopefully invest wisely 
So as they grow older
And their children grow older 
They will be able to work less and buy more
Comfortable sneakers and 70 inch televisions 
And maybe someday a boat or convertible car from the year they graduated high school
They will win or lose on many fronts
Their children will excel or they will not
The office in the office building in the office park will get bigger or stay the same
Or close it’s doors completely
The children will continue to get older until they are old enough
Maybe they will collect a pension… or maybe they will not
Maybe even receive a monthly check from a bankrupted state
Maybe they will do well enough to play golf, or fish 
Maybe they will do well enough that their children will look back fondly
And they will visit them in Tampa or Scottsdale or Scarsdale
Or..
Maybe they will not
One thing is for sure…
It will all wind down
Let’s hope and pray that it happens with grace
On a bed next to a window surrounded by their monuments
Their flowers and helium balloons and family members and old co- workers
Lord, let them lay peacefully  on their bed next to their window with their triad of emotions…
Their pride and regret and their hope
For they have treated everyone at least as good as they had been treated
Tried to raise good children
Voted in every election
Attended the church of their ancestors 
Towed the line to the best of their means
Through challenge and triumph
And so rightly and naturally
Theirs’ should be 
And will be 
 The kingdom of heaven
Or…
Maybe not.
Maybe this life of theirs went on unwatched…
Each question free from the burden of a right and wrong 
This prison of expectation and resistance …
Simply a prism of perspective existence
Maybe this aluminum sided nest you’ve so carefully tended to will never be laid in
Maybe it was all just a cinder from an exploding star
Fractional but brilliant
Wild and meandering…
Burning an orange and yellow streak against a cold black sky
Here for just a moment
Then simply floating away.
With no one to look back and wonder
What they might have done differently
If they had it all again.

I just returned from a trip to the middle of America

Where I was born and raised ā€¦

To visit my mother

Who was born and raised in the middle of America, too.

My colorful old mother

Who now wakes at 4amĀ 

And insists that I do the sameĀ 

To walk her German Shepard, Dakota

Who stands very proudly on her very last leg

She insists

We pickĀ  wild flowers and get apple fritters

Before returning home

To sit on the deck of her smarty appropriated condo

In a planned communityĀ 

Within a planned cityĀ 

On the outskirts of another city that I can’t really tell you the name of

She insists that we listen to Elvis and talk shit about the neighbors and

Watch very careful as the world goes around one time more

Maybe, even, for the very last time.

So this is important

And so I obligeā€¦

And I watch asā€¦

At the first sliver of cobalt sky

The People

Ā With their coffee and their cigarettes and theirĀ  apple fritters and their Nissan FrontiersĀ 

Meet the new day with hope and apprehensionĀ 

Loading up their hatchbacksĀ 

With their sleepy-eyed children

Carting them off to very decent school districts

Where they will or won’t excelĀ 

But will return every day until they fulfill their obligation

In hopes of acceptance into a college of their meansĀ 

Where they will study for a career that will have sturdy bones

And a big bright futureĀ 

Upon completion of their four year contract..

They’ll again beg acceptanceĀ 

This time in a chair in front of a desk in front of a mid- level manager

Inside of a nondescript office building inside of an office park

Outside of a city I can’t tell you the name of

For an entry level position in an undefinable job

Once the paycheck is secured and course is set

They will finally be able to begin their searchĀ 

Through bar after bar after bar

Singing karaoke and making out with waitresses and

Taking shots of Jagermeister andĀ  taking off their suit coats to lose fights in back alleys

All In hopes of one day finding a girl of their means

Not too pretty to cause worry… but with a practical haircut and congruent life goals

That special other half

Who will save them from the trouble

Of the witty conversation and the tight clothing and hair gel and

The pregnancy scares

And the drunk drivingĀ 

That has plagued their early adulthoodĀ 

And worried their poor parentsĀ 

And threatened to uproot all the planning and hard workĀ 

That went in to their perfectly passable

Perfectly presentableĀ 

Mid- level life.

They can now sit contentedĀ 

Watching one of their 600 channels of television

Ordering their favorite foods on line

Weekend by weekend

Building a aluminum sided nestĀ 

For a family of their own

And when the baby starts crowningā€¦

It’s bound to startle themĀ 

As it did their parentsā€¦

They will realize they need a plan

And a scheduleĀ 

And a savings accountĀ 

Which they will annually dole out to much wiser and richer men in far away landsĀ 

Who will hopefully invest wiselyĀ 

So as they grow older

And their children grow olderĀ 

They will be able to work less and buy more

Comfortable sneakers and 70 inch televisionsĀ 

And maybe someday a boat or convertible car from the year they graduated high school

They will win or lose on many fronts

Their children will excel or they will not

The office in the office building in the office park will get bigger or stay the same

Or close it’s doors completely

The children will continue to get older until they are old enough

Maybe they will collect a pensionā€¦ or maybe they will not

Maybe even receive a monthly check from a bankrupted state

Maybe they will do well enough to play golf, or fishĀ 

Maybe they will do well enough that their children will look back fondly

And they will visit them in Tampa or Scottsdale or Scarsdale

Or..

Maybe they will not

One thing is for sureā€¦

It will all wind down

Let’s hope and pray that it happens with grace

On a bed next to a window surrounded by their monuments

Their flowers and helium balloons and family members and old co- workers

Lord, let them lay peacefullyĀ  on their bed next to their window with their triad of emotionsā€¦

Their pride and regret and their hope

For they have treated everyone at least as good as they had been treated

Tried to raise good children

Voted in every election

Attended the church of their ancestorsĀ 

Towed the line to the best of their means

Through challenge and triumph

And so rightly and naturally

Theirs’ should beĀ 

And will beĀ 

Ā The kingdom of heaven

Or…

Maybe not.

Maybe this life of theirs went on unwatched…

Each question free from the burden of a right and wrongĀ 

This prison of expectation and resistance …

Simply a prism of perspective existence

Maybe this aluminum sided nest you’ve so carefully tended to will never be laid in

Maybe it was all just a cinder from an exploding star

Fractional but brilliant

Wild and meandering…

Burning an orange and yellow streak against a cold black sky

Here for just a moment

Then simply floating away.

With no one to look back and wonder

What they might have done differently

If they had it all again.

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When I was a child my friend’s father said something that still sticks with me to this day…
"Son, If a woman loves you..
You can shit in her sink
And she will treat you like a king.
But If she does not love you…
You can treat her like a queen
And she will shit in your sink.”
I don’t know if that’s an actual saying… or if he was just drunk
But as I’ve gotten older— and more and more shit has accumulated in my sink
I’m sure it was brilliant.
Love is a state of grace…
And very rarely can it be influenced by action
In fact… pursuit… more often than not… has the opposite effect.
Chalk it up to the basic principle of predator and prey
For example…
Most of the animal kingdom could beat the piss out of me…
Yet… if I go in pursuit of most animals….
By instinct
They will run in the opposite direction.
Unfortunately for most of us… same with humans.  
So in a world in which I truly believe that we hold actuality in our hands…
That we NEED to create what we want to exist…
What are we to do?
I think the answer is in another basic principle…
Gravity.
Einstein told us that large energy bodies actually bend the properties of time and space…
And like a drain … 
Objects of smaller mass will simply fall into that “dent”
I think the same principle works in our daily, human, emotional pursuits…
Never chase… it never works.
Instead…
Increase your energy center 
I know that’s vague and undefinable… but I think we all know what that means…
Meditate, learn something, work out, walk with good posture, smile, make some money…
Be Kind.
Turn off your TV.
I can all but  guarantee that things will naturally fall into your “orbit”
I CANNOT guarantee that you will still desire those things you were pursuing in the first place
In fact…with any luck
You’ll realize you never needed to “pursue” anything at all
Everything you ever needed…
Was inside of you all along.
And even further…
When you’re in your best state…
In your densest energy mass..
Maybe you can look back at that woman who took a shit in your sink…
And be grateful.
After all…she finally gave you a reason
To clean your own shit up.

When I was a child my friend’s father said something that still sticks with me to this dayā€¦

"Son, If a woman loves you..

You can shit in her sink

And she will treat you like a king.

But If she does not love youā€¦

You can treat her like a queen

And she will shit in your sink.”

I don’t know if that’s an actual sayingā€¦ or if he was just drunk

But as I’ve gotten older— and more and more shit has accumulated in my sink

I’m sure it was brilliant.

Love is a state of graceā€¦

And very rarely can it be influenced by action

In factā€¦ pursuit… more often than notā€¦ has the opposite effect.

Chalk it up to the basic principle of predator and prey

For example…

Most of the animal kingdom could beat the piss out of me…

Yetā€¦ if I go in pursuit of most animalsā€¦.

By instinct

They will run in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately for most of us… same with humans. Ā 

So in a world in which I truly believe that we hold actuality in our handsā€¦

That we NEED to create what we want to exist…

What are we to do?

I think the answer is in another basic principleā€¦

Gravity.

Einstein told us that large energy bodies actually bend the properties of time and space…

And like a drain ā€¦Ā 

Objects of smaller mass will simply fall into that “dent”

I think the same principle works in our daily, human, emotional pursuitsā€¦

Never chaseā€¦ it never works.

Insteadā€¦

Increase your energy centerĀ 

I know that’s vague and undefinableā€¦ but I think we all know what that meansā€¦

Meditate, learn something, work out, walk with good posture, smile, make some moneyā€¦

Be Kind.

Turn off your TV.

I can all butĀ  guarantee that things will naturally fall into your “orbit”

I CANNOT guarantee that you will still desire those things you were pursuing in the first place

In factā€¦with any luck

You’ll realize you never needed to “pursue” anything at all

Everything you ever neededā€¦

Was inside of you all along.

And even further…

When you’re in your best stateā€¦

In your densest energy mass..

Maybe you can look back at that woman who took a shit in your sink…

And be grateful.

After all…she finally gave you a reason

To clean your own shit up.

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