Stuart Davis Biography
This entry was posted on Friday, March 31st, 2006 at 11:33 am by Stuart Davis
Name: Stuart Davis
Birth date: January 11, 1971
Birthplace: Des Moines, IA
Height: 6′3″
Weight: 175
Heritage: Danish
Lineage: Soto-Zen
Teacher: Marcia Davis
Practices: 1 hour meditation (Zazen) daily, exercise 4x week, play hockey, constructing the language of IS, dreaming
Turn-Ons: Awakened-Awareness, catholic school girl outfits, full lips, dark eyes, fearless curiosity, languages, wonder, conviction, integrity, mystery
Turn-Offs: adulation, dogma, reductionistic-flatland postmodern left-brainiacs, greed, fear in all forms which inhibit humanity and its capacity to Love, guns
My Fantasy: When I start to fantasize, I stop/drop it as soon as I see it happening. Isn’t the compelling illusion-delusion that we’re born, age, and die already a sufficient puppet-show drama?
My Philosophy: Love has no opposite
Years of Daily Zen Meditation: 8
Siblings: 2
Languages Invented: 1
Published Books: 2
With eleven full-length albums to his credit, Stuart Davis has carved out a unique wavelength in the musical spectrum. Taking the topics of God, sex, and life and death, and crafting them into inimitable pop songs with lyrical flair and unforgettable hooks, Stuart continues to be one of the great, undiscovered singer/songwriters around.
In addition to his musical brilliance, Stuart is becoming something of a cultural force. With the support of devoted fans, in 1999 Stuart started his own record company, Dharma Pop Records (first called Post Apocalyptic Records), through which he has released four albums to date (”Bright Apocalypse”, “Stuart Davis 2001″, “The Late Stuart Davis”, and the recent “Bell”). The same fan base has formed its own divinely mad community. These “Punk Monks” help promote Stuart’s shows, run Stuart Davis websites, and generally spread the word of what has come to be known as Post Apocalyptic Punk Folk, or what we might simply call Integral Pop.
The multifarious Davis is also a published author, having contributed to the book Radical Spirit (New World Library). And he’s a fictional character too, appearing in Ken Wilber’s novel Boomeritis (Shambhala). His series of video road journals are a regular part of the Integral Naked website (www.integralnaked.com), a multimedia doorway to the world of integral awareness. Armed with one camera, two guitars, and multiple personalities, Stuart introduces us to the bizarre and beautiful world of life as a nomadic mystic. If that weren’t enough, Stuart is forming his own actual language, called “IS.” (For a taste of IS, listen to Stu’s album “Bell”.)
In the moments when Stuart is not criss-crossing the country on tour, he lives in Boulder, CO, with his wife, Marci, and their daughter, Ara Belle, freshly manifest from the bardo realm.
Dharma Pop Records (formerly Post-Apocalyptic Records) was formed in 1999 when Stuart tried to sell his own body parts to fund his 7th album, “Bright Apocalypse”. Fans settled for shares in his records instead, and a label was born. Dharma Pop now has a staff of 20 volunteers who participate in everything from management to web-hosting to graphic design, 400 “Punk Monks” (street teams) who help promote concerts by postering, contacting local media and record stores, selling merchandise at shows, etc. and 40 investors whose cash infusions make each new project possible. The Bodhisattva’s Vow (to awaken for the sake of all beings) is the heart of Stuart’s life and record label. Succinctly put, Dharma Pop’s purpose is to create music that amplifies awareness. The formal elements of these songs (melodies, hooks, rhythms) are a Trojan Horse for sneaking mysticism into mainstream culture.
Quotes:
Davis Snubs Domestic Car Manufacturers; Buys Accord.
DAVIS CAN’T SPELL DEFINITELY: “I couldn’t believe it, he spelled it with an A! Can you believe that, an A?!” says outraged coffeehouse patron.
SCANDAL ABROAD: Davis seen groping Michelangelo’s “David”. Overheard whispering “Shiver for the Wizard, Dave. Shiver for the Wizard.”
“Davis laughs like a girl”, observes concertgoer.
Stuart Davis Biography
This entry was posted on Friday, March 31st, 2006 at 11:33 am by Stuart Davis
Name: Stuart Davis
Birth date: January 11, 1971
Birthplace: Des Moines, IA
Height: 6′3″
Weight: 175
Heritage: Danish
Lineage: Soto-Zen
Teacher: Marcia Davis
Practices: 1 hour meditation (Zazen) daily, exercise 4x week, play hockey, constructing the language of IS, dreaming
Turn-Ons: Awakened-Awareness, catholic school girl outfits, full lips, dark eyes, fearless curiosity, languages, wonder, conviction, integrity, mystery
Turn-Offs: adulation, dogma, reductionistic-flatland postmodern left-brainiacs, greed, fear in all forms which inhibit humanity and its capacity to Love, guns
My Fantasy: When I start to fantasize, I stop/drop it as soon as I see it happening. Isn’t the compelling illusion-delusion that we’re born, age, and die already a sufficient puppet-show drama?
My Philosophy: Love has no opposite
Years of Daily Zen Meditation: 8
Siblings: 2
Languages Invented: 1
Published Books: 2
With eleven full-length albums to his credit, Stuart Davis has carved out a unique wavelength in the musical spectrum. Taking the topics of God, sex, and life and death, and crafting them into inimitable pop songs with lyrical flair and unforgettable hooks, Stuart continues to be one of the great, undiscovered singer/songwriters around.
In addition to his musical brilliance, Stuart is becoming something of a cultural force. With the support of devoted fans, in 1999 Stuart started his own record company, Dharma Pop Records (first called Post Apocalyptic Records), through which he has released four albums to date (”Bright Apocalypse”, “Stuart Davis 2001″, “The Late Stuart Davis”, and the recent “Bell”). The same fan base has formed its own divinely mad community. These “Punk Monks” help promote Stuart’s shows, run Stuart Davis websites, and generally spread the word of what has come to be known as Post Apocalyptic Punk Folk, or what we might simply call Integral Pop.
The multifarious Davis is also a published author, having contributed to the book Radical Spirit (New World Library). And he’s a fictional character too, appearing in Ken Wilber’s novel Boomeritis (Shambhala). His series of video road journals are a regular part of the Integral Naked website (www.integralnaked.com), a multimedia doorway to the world of integral awareness. Armed with one camera, two guitars, and multiple personalities, Stuart introduces us to the bizarre and beautiful world of life as a nomadic mystic. If that weren’t enough, Stuart is forming his own actual language, called “IS.” (For a taste of IS, listen to Stu’s album “Bell”.)
In the moments when Stuart is not criss-crossing the country on tour, he lives in Boulder, CO, with his wife, Marci, and their daughter, Ara Belle, freshly manifest from the bardo realm.
Dharma Pop Records (formerly Post-Apocalyptic Records) was formed in 1999 when Stuart tried to sell his own body parts to fund his 7th album, “Bright Apocalypse”. Fans settled for shares in his records instead, and a label was born. Dharma Pop now has a staff of 20 volunteers who participate in everything from management to web-hosting to graphic design, 400 “Punk Monks” (street teams) who help promote concerts by postering, contacting local media and record stores, selling merchandise at shows, etc. and 40 investors whose cash infusions make each new project possible. The Bodhisattva’s Vow (to awaken for the sake of all beings) is the heart of Stuart’s life and record label. Succinctly put, Dharma Pop’s purpose is to create music that amplifies awareness. The formal elements of these songs (melodies, hooks, rhythms) are a Trojan Horse for sneaking mysticism into mainstream culture.
Quotes:
Davis Snubs Domestic Car Manufacturers; Buys Accord.
DAVIS CAN’T SPELL DEFINITELY: “I couldn’t believe it, he spelled it with an A! Can you believe that, an A?!” says outraged coffeehouse patron.
SCANDAL ABROAD: Davis seen groping Michelangelo’s “David”. Overheard whispering “Shiver for the Wizard, Dave. Shiver for the Wizard.”
“Davis laughs like a girl”, observes concertgoer.
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Stu’s Notes on 1999 Studio Demos Album
This entry was posted on Thursday, March 30th, 2006 at 11:14 pm by Stuart Davis
This is a very interesting recording. Not a live show, but actually a ten song session from 1999 where I went into the Churchyard with Tim Frantzich and recorded these ten songs. I played all the “normal” instruments (Electric / Acoustic Guitars, bass, keyboard, squeeze box) and did the vocals, and Tim Frantzich put together all the drum tracks, using loops and playing some set as well. Sound is studio quality, but the tracks are not mastered, so they don’t have the glossy coat of a finished CD. After we recorded these, I just put them away and forgot about them, but there’s a lot here of note to insiders. Song by song:
Chow Down- really rocks, a wall of guitars and a very kick ass bass line conceived by T.F.
Inventions- a whole different song here, I was experimenting with different beats / feels, and went with one very different than the normal live version. If this song were mixed, we’d probably lighten up the electrocution “shocks” we simulated with a quarter inch jack.
Sugar Bullets- Holy shit. Do NOT purchase this version expecting to get anything resembling the Sugar Bullets you know (and maybe love). As I do with many songs, I wrote many different songs called “Sugar Bullets” before settling on the version that’s on The Late Stuart Davis. THIS VERSION is a completely different song, different lyrics, it’s in a minor key, and it’s a kind of dark, brooding pop rock song with big, crunchy guitars and synth. Forget it, whatever you think it’s gonna sound like, it ain’t that. I actually prefer this version, but it can’t be pulled off live very well, so I went with the other one.
Elizabeth Ascends- This shit ( I mean shit in a good way) sounds like the fucking Eagles broke in and laid down a Sad Cafe version to this song. It’s a mind bender, but the vocal performance needs work. Weird.
Penguins- Pretty straightforward solo acoustic version of this song, but I doubled the guitar and voice in some places, which is a technique I INVENTED DAMMIT!! I don’t care what the guy from ELO says, or the Beatles, for that matter. I was the first person to double vox in a studio.
Love- Now this song is a real secret. I’ve only played it live once or twice in my life, but I really love it. I always heard it as a band song with nice distorted guitars and poppy-happy drum loops, which is exactly what it is here. I really love this version, great loops by T.F.
Nothing In Between- This version has a bass line and doubled guitars.
Original Face- Another big secret song. This is one of my all time favorites, actually, but I don’t like to hear it without a band. This version isn’t exactly what I want (I’d change pre-choruses), but it’s a great demo, including the Arabian Orchestra we simulated with the synthesizer (I coulddn’t afford the real Arabian Orchestra). It’s my nephew’s favorite Stuart song, and the opinion of a person nick-named “Enso” ought to be worth something.
Windmills And Wheatfields- What’s really sweet here is the sqeeze box we laid down. It gives it that red light district Amsterdam-Is-Naughty-And-So-Am-I feel. Nice effects on the vox too.
Glimpse- An Instrumental. I wrote this song as a meditation, there are indeed vocal tracks to it, but no “words” you would recognize. It was part of a breathing exercise I was doing at the time with singing. I think it’s quite beautiful, and has only been performed live maybe two or three times.
Love has no opposite.
-Stuart Davis, 2003
Stu’s Notes on 1999 Studio Demos Album
This entry was posted on Thursday, March 30th, 2006 at 11:14 pm by Stuart Davis
This is a very interesting recording. Not a live show, but actually a ten song session from 1999 where I went into the Churchyard with Tim Frantzich and recorded these ten songs. I played all the “normal” instruments (Electric / Acoustic Guitars, bass, keyboard, squeeze box) and did the vocals, and Tim Frantzich put together all the drum tracks, using loops and playing some set as well. Sound is studio quality, but the tracks are not mastered, so they don’t have the glossy coat of a finished CD. After we recorded these, I just put them away and forgot about them, but there’s a lot here of note to insiders. Song by song:
Chow Down- really rocks, a wall of guitars and a very kick ass bass line conceived by T.F.
Inventions- a whole different song here, I was experimenting with different beats / feels, and went with one very different than the normal live version. If this song were mixed, we’d probably lighten up the electrocution “shocks” we simulated with a quarter inch jack.
Sugar Bullets- Holy shit. Do NOT purchase this version expecting to get anything resembling the Sugar Bullets you know (and maybe love). As I do with many songs, I wrote many different songs called “Sugar Bullets” before settling on the version that’s on The Late Stuart Davis. THIS VERSION is a completely different song, different lyrics, it’s in a minor key, and it’s a kind of dark, brooding pop rock song with big, crunchy guitars and synth. Forget it, whatever you think it’s gonna sound like, it ain’t that. I actually prefer this version, but it can’t be pulled off live very well, so I went with the other one.
Elizabeth Ascends- This shit ( I mean shit in a good way) sounds like the fucking Eagles broke in and laid down a Sad Cafe version to this song. It’s a mind bender, but the vocal performance needs work. Weird.
Penguins- Pretty straightforward solo acoustic version of this song, but I doubled the guitar and voice in some places, which is a technique I INVENTED DAMMIT!! I don’t care what the guy from ELO says, or the Beatles, for that matter. I was the first person to double vox in a studio.
Love- Now this song is a real secret. I’ve only played it live once or twice in my life, but I really love it. I always heard it as a band song with nice distorted guitars and poppy-happy drum loops, which is exactly what it is here. I really love this version, great loops by T.F.
Nothing In Between- This version has a bass line and doubled guitars.
Original Face- Another big secret song. This is one of my all time favorites, actually, but I don’t like to hear it without a band. This version isn’t exactly what I want (I’d change pre-choruses), but it’s a great demo, including the Arabian Orchestra we simulated with the synthesizer (I coulddn’t afford the real Arabian Orchestra). It’s my nephew’s favorite Stuart song, and the opinion of a person nick-named “Enso” ought to be worth something.
Windmills And Wheatfields- What’s really sweet here is the sqeeze box we laid down. It gives it that red light district Amsterdam-Is-Naughty-And-So-Am-I feel. Nice effects on the vox too.
Glimpse- An Instrumental. I wrote this song as a meditation, there are indeed vocal tracks to it, but no “words” you would recognize. It was part of a breathing exercise I was doing at the time with singing. I think it’s quite beautiful, and has only been performed live maybe two or three times.
Love has no opposite.
-Stuart Davis, 2003
Human
This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 28th, 2006 at 5:54 pm by Stuart Davis
Song Of The Day: Headlock / Imogen Heap
Word Of The Day: Malapert / Impudent or saucy
My friend Fall Awake posted this on a My Space message board today. Wow. Check it:
Coming empty-handed, going empty-handed — that is human.
When you are born, where do you come from?
When you die, where do you go?
Life is like a floating cloud which appears.
Death is like a floating cloud which disappears.
The floating cloud itself originally does not exist.
Life and death, coming and going, are also like that.
But there is one thing which always remains clear.
It is pure and clear, not depending on life and death.
Then what is the one pure and clear thing?
Oh, you ain’t seen pregnant yet. I will get you so pregnant, your baby will have a baby.
This entry was posted on Tuesday, March 28th, 2006 at 5:52 pm by Stuart Davis
Song Of The Day: Adult Education / Hall And Oats
Word Of The Day: Oneiric / Pertaining to dreams
Guess who’s pregnant? My wife. That’s right, I knocked her up again. I totally, SO impregnated her. My secret? My strategy? It’s three-fold. If you’re not a doctor, skip to the next blog, things are about to become exceedingly technical.
First, I put IT (always refer to your own sexual organs in third person, unless you’re determined to go to hell) in ALL the way.
Second, I thrust it. Warning: If you’re over nineteen years of age, once may not be sufficient.
Third, I expel a pell-mell swell of my gel inside the reproductive cavity. The recipient has just won the lottery of love. Pow! New life.
Ladies and gentlmen, do you know how many “tries” it took me to knock up my wife? One. Uno. That’s all I need. Do NOT doubt me. You know what? I’m not gonna talk about it, I’m not gonna say a word about it. You need proof, I will be happy to impregnate you. Who wants it? Who wants my baby? I am a fucking progeny vending machine. Frankly, I’m getting bored with the ease of it all. First time you knock someone up, it’s like, cool. Hey, I can create life. I am God. My sack is a couldron of semen seeking someone to inseminate. Second time you knock somone up, it’s like, that’s nice. It’s a pattern. We’re into a collective now -a population- a sampling has been generated. But now, I think my next feat of issue will need to be a step up. I’ve pretty much demonstrated my unexcelled capacity to totally, radically knock up any woman in the World up (as personified by my wife). The gross dimension simply holds no challenge for me. I’ve mastered that theatre of coupling. Now, I think I’m going to move into the subtle and causal vagina. I also am ready to expand into both sexes. I’m ready for the transpersonal Olympics of conception. What I’m saying:
I want to get angels pregnant, and I want to do it by fucking them in their angel-asses. Before you start in with “heresy this, blashpemy that”, admit YOU DO NOT understand Angelic anatomy, and I DO. Do not foist your corporeal sensibilites on an incorporeal enterprise, you victorian FUCK. Angels do not have vaginas, but they do have assholes, and that’s where fundamentalists come from. In fact, I want to impregnate all variety of “spirit” entities, not just angels (although I’ll start with Angels, cuz they’re easy, and horny as SHIT). I’ve got my subtle rod on. I’m going to let loose with my spook-juice in the caboose of every deuce in the noosphere. Zazen is ethereal viagra. Prepare to be seeded, excarnated agents of ?~!~? And I’m not marrying ANY of you (unless you’re Lena Olin’s soul…), I will father an army of bastard bodhisattva’s. I will scatter souls in the dark matter of space, they will number the heavens and hells in manner and modes that will transfigure the Presence at the point of all places. As it is written, let it be done.
I want to get men pregnant too. The gross, subtle, and causal bodies of MEN. Are you such a man? Are you my special guy? Are you ready to bear my children? It’s going to start with me taking your “temperature” with the World’s most beautiful “thermometer”. You ready for my mercury to make its immaculate moppets? Are you prepared to experience your swelling belly infused with my living being, stretching outward to house the emerging potentia of God in Form? Cuz that’s what my dangly is all about. I will no longer scatter seeds in the dirt (unless you think the subtle / causual rectum is “dirty”, and if that’s the case then I”ll say once again; You know not of what’s hot, so get back in your spot, you prude snot). I am ready to recognize my phallus as a profusion of untold treasure. Can your vault hold God’s Gold?
Scientologists need not apply.
Lena Olin, Marry Us
This entry was posted on Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006 at 10:29 pm by Stuart Davis
Song Of The Day: Let’s Do It / Ella Fitzgerald
Word Of The Day: Crinkum / Venereal disease
March 22nd. You know what that means. Lena Olin is 51 today. I can be kind of a randy fellow, with some off-color tendencies. But I’m all class when it comes to Olin. She makes me sit upright. If she were coming to dinner, I might consider breaking personal custom and … nah, I wouldn’t wear underwear, but I would entertain the THOUGHT, for Lena. Miss Olin. Women of the World, take notice. You can be totally hot and be 51. Lena -I offer this in deferential regard for your radiant pulchritude- if you ever wanna experiment with polygamy… I’ll talk it over with my wife. She thinks you’re hot too. But you know what? You’re deep too. That’s why I’m not just tossing out “threesome” idea. I think there’s something lasting in this triangulation. An enduring geometry in the We of Three, you know, like pyramids, pronouns (1st, 2nd, and 3rd person), father-son-holy ghost, buddha-dharma-sangha. See? Let’s see what we can do. Post-post modern relations, anyone? Trans-conventional marital conventions? Come, explore the (morman) future with us, Lena. There’s a place prepared for you in our inter-subjective soire.