My campaign has been successfully funded. That’s great. I’m now at 105% and there’s still a week to go! And you’ve already helped me make it better. The mastered version of the album from Airshow sounds great and I can’t wait to share it with the world in June! That is success for sure.
But I find success in other ways as well. I talk about this album being inspired by my own travels, my own wandering, nomadic ways. Well, I know for a fact that by the time the album comes out, i’ll need updated addresses for at least 10 of the people who have supported it, because they are out on their own adventures, out searching for their headwaters.
And that is more awesome than the percentages and financial parts.
Carry on friends. You inspire me!
Again, one week left. Every little bit helps!
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years…
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts…
Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.