Greetings fellow Earthatonians,
This is a schedule of my self-determined creative duties for the rest of 2016. In a perfect world this will help me to accomplish my goals, if you can see the target as well as feel it you have a much greater chance of hitting it. Also, in a perfect world a banana popsicle would taste like a banana.
AVC Form PS UUU4
PRODUCTION Schedule for original creation Abstract
NO LESS THAN 1 BLOG ENTRY EVERY OTHER DAY (excluding weekends) must be placed in blog ( andywardking.com ) NOT FACEBOOK, although a notice or a teaser in FB is permitted. And, until the end of september 2016 must be book worthy.
1 SONG PER MONTH (Jan - Oct) 10 songs per year (one cd)
finished recording - mixed and mastered.
I CD PER YEAR
THIS MEANS A PROFESSIONALLY REPLICATED CD NOT THE HOMEMADE DIY CD THAT I HAVE AVAILABLE AT THE PRESENT THD CD I NOW CALL “REDHEADEDSTEPCHILD” THE CD THAT NOBODY HAS YET TO PURCHASE. this could be my fault for not getting the word out adequately THIS IS THE LONG LOST Wha? Huh? COMPILATION THAT HAS NEVER RELEASED - SONGS FROM THE LAST 3 YEARS (my sweet potato period) SOME WITH JANA LIGHT SANGIN SONGS I WROTE - SONGS LIKE CHICKEN DANCE AND SHADY SIDE OF THE STREET ALSO INCLUDED IS THAT OLDIE BUT NUDIE DOT DOT NO DOT AND NEW SONGS SOME OF WHICH CAN BE HEARD IN THE LISTEN SECTION OF THIS WEBSITE PLUS!!! AN ULRA RARE COPY OF “If This IS A fish camp Where the FisH AT?” with yours truly singing the chorus before the monkey took my voice and put it in the toaster. ALL YOU NEED TO DO TO OBTAIN A COPY OF THIS GEM IS TO FB MESSAGE ME USING THE SECRET CODE PHRASE “PUT A LIGHT ON IT SALLY - I WANT MY REDHEADED STEPCHILD CD” OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND I WILL BURN YOU A COPY. IT, ALONG WITH A CUSTOM ONE OF A KiND COVER WILL THEN BE AVAILABLE FOR PICK UP THE FOLLOWING FRIDAY AT GR00VYLAND (pronounced groove-lin like portland or cleveland) GALLERY AND GARDEN OF technicolorDREAMS ..........Cost: only $10 US cash or check only right now... no cards -- sorry
1 PAINTING PER WEEK (or 4 per month with November and December off - 40 a year) with two showings per year the first show has already come and gone. DOGS and CAKE was a hoot with plenty of delicious cake provided by the sexy and talented Jane let us eat cake Ashe thanks Jane
T h e n e x t s h o w i s i n t h e f a l l “Famous unknown musicians”
if you still want to purchase a dog or cake painting they are on display every friday
GROOVY LAND Gallery and Gardens
After the $20 a plate construction completion dinner and fundraiser to be held this summer to help defray the costs of publishing this book I will tone all construction way down...all the way down...well, maybe not all the way...I’ll probably stop at 2. This will give my poor hands and aching back a much needed break / I have only been tired twice in my life - and both times are now / it will also enable me to focus on the holy three areas of creation I mention above and also on finding the mission within my community I’ve been charged with - . If there is one. I am sure there is
HERE’S AN IDEA !!!!
Camp WoW NoW an all year summer camp for adults..,
Many, too many, people in this community of mine, myself included, have had their lives changed drastically. by heath issues beyond their control. It is not much a stretch, although maybe a bit rude, for me to say that last week they were watching, but not enjoying, the TimeViolator (TELEVISION) and most likely feeling sorry for themselves missing their former version and listing the things they can no longer manage. While they, and many others whose body has had the last laugh, were giving a face to sad and a tear for pain, I was shirtless in the sunshine building a waterfall and inventing a tool that bears my name - I call it “andy’s such-a-tool”. It is such a wonderful tool I don’t know how i got by without it. I will take foto of it soon.
They can now join me - I am providing a summer camp atmosphere for those who need to the most, those who heard god laugh when they thought they would be able to work - drive - walk - talk until they died.
Summer camp where you will work as hard as you will all year, but also where you will have the most fun.
CAMP WOW NOW is officially starts Beta testing this Friday April 29
Some of the activities are
those under 18 must be accompanied by a parent or guardian
HOURS OF OPERATION
During the BETA test Fridays from 10 -5 and the first Saturday of each month 1 pm until 6pm
CAMP W0WN0W is FREE except for an ARTs and CRAFTs material fee of $5 and whatever the church charges for using their pool
ANDY VERSE CORPORATE ( a study guide & glossary)
This is a syllabus that will help you to understand the esoteric terms and concepts that you will encounter during this freaked out journey we are about to take together. It is far from being complete and is as always, SUBJECT TO CHAnGe,
AndyVerseCorporate (from the Latin corporates, past participle of corporate ‘form into a body,’ from corpus, corpor- ‘body.’ -) headquarters of my imagination where I go to work each and every
day and if I’m good they double my pay. (∞)0 is still 0
THEY - THEM - THE OTHER - anything or anyone that is not me.
BO?AI PANDA pronounced “Bow Tie” A highly intelligent, delightfully talented, mysteriously intuitive, and surprisingly spiritual non-bear that look somewhat but not altogether like the Panda Bears native to the country of China., One peculiar characteristic is that always wear a brightly colored Bow Tie each of its own design. Very little is known about the BP and their seemingly advanced society. I am one of the lucky few who have had contact and then only for a brief conversation . I will reveal what transpired during this short but life changing encounter in the first chapter of this book. They reside in the heart of the Gray Area, but no one knows where they come from, only that they certainly are not from around here
GRaY AREA an area of ambivalent reality formed by a quantum condition that causes it and its inhabitants to exist alongside regular Einsteinium conditions sharing the same space and using the same time but totally unaware of each other that can only be accessed by traveling through the Gravity Pockets that exist everywhere and nowhere at the same time. So far the only way to find and use these pockets is through highly sophisticated, expensive and dangerous technology developed by the International GravityCouncil or, as is my case, you have parkinsons with the rare symptom (found in only .5% of all parkinson’s patients) of extreme hypersensitivity to all Gravity manifestations accompanied by the ability to recognize, understand and control anti-time
GROOVY LAND now pronounced gruv/lin (like Portland or Cleveland-) it is where I, my family, various friends at various times and 209 Bo?ai PANDA live - and everything is ...well you know groovy.
GR00vyland Central is currently located at...
GARDEn of OmnicolorDREAMs
2537 Forbes St 32204 in the beautiful section of Jacksonville Florida known a Riverside.
904-210-4399 TEXT ONLY!
SLOgan - No face for sad no tears for pain
or Just because you don;’t see the 400 lb Bo?ai Panda behind the Oak tree in front of you, doesn’t mean he isn’t there.
MiSSION STAtement...also W0W
Gr00vyland is not sovereign nation - recognized organization or legitimate club it does however have its own space program best known for its attempts to put the first hammock on the moon. As of 2013 Gr00vyland tis completely rocket free using only the Gravity Bubble and Newtonian Taffy as a means to explore outer space
URBANITE. The only known sentient rock. It has the intelligence of a modern middle school student and cannot listen - only talk. They are found in abundance in the Riverside area and have the unique position of being the only liaison between humans wise old trees.
What’s going on over here.
There is a reality that exists only in my autobahn of a brain where sleek, well built and well designed German car like thoughts travel without a speed limit to unknown destinations. This private reality has always been there - it was there when was born - it was there as I grew up - I drove those cars for recreation as a responsible adult -- and I’m driving one now. But, when the extremely stupid monkey that is parkinsons disease took over the helm of my mind body and soul this superhighway of imagination turned into more than a pleasant diversion, it became my earthly salvation, a matter of life or death.
I gave this hi way system a name... “AndyVerse” - not completely clever or original but a name none the less, a very important step - a name being one of the first gifts we receive as a child a gift that tells the world we are human - we have arrived - we exist. And, although The AndyVerse (now known as AndyVerseCorporate) might exist only my head, its storefront is this blog which is a very real and measurable entity. It is this tangible aspect of my thoughts, hopes, dreams, fears and fantasies that, along with my painting, music and the love from my friends and family, keeps me alive - it gives me a reason to get out of bed each day.
In school I never enjoyed writing, Tedious and boring - it was a puzzle that I could never quite piece together - this academic handicap was why I never finished college, one of my few regrets in life if only that it would have made my mother happy. My relationship with writing changed when I decided to bare my inner self and tell my small part of the world what parkinson’s, without my consent, has done and continues to do to me, some part of my non-writing self changed, a lost highway completed. I had something to say and a place to say it. The writer inside of me was set free and the first place that he went was the internal interstate of my imagination.
I’m now driving in the AndyVerseCorporate - no speed limit - no accidents - beautiful scenery - clean rest areas with plenty of parking and free coffee. I am not saying that I am a great writer or even a good one, that’s up to time, only that I have become one, and you, have become one of my readers. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Thanks for being on the show.
Quite a few of you, whose opinions I value, have told me that I should take this blog - this journey to the center of my mind and put it into book form. I have tried. It didn’t work for me. It lacked punch - it lacked pizzaz - no storyline - no imagination. Seperated from the blog format it became a crowded city street and I wanted back on my modern super-hiway where my imagination could go as fast as it needed to. After examining all of my maps - visiting countless travel websites and even stopping to ask for directions I found the on ramp - I found the answer - I found a way to tell my story - I found the Bo?ai Panda or, more accurately, they found me.
Here is where I will write my book, my creative process will be for all to see. I will use this blog as a rough draft. It is here that I will work out my story, which the bulk of will be on the form of blog entries sent from me from my home in the place of the Bo?ai. There will also be sections devoted to explanations of this world we are entering - there will be clues to the symbolism and metaphors that I will use, but only clues, for that is all I have - I am making all of this up as I go along - the theme of my life - I may not know what I am to do, but I do know how to do it. There will be mistakes in continuity and form but that again has been the theme of my life. Some might find my openness with my creative process unsettling even amateurish, but my candidness is also part of this process, I could never keep a secret. I am putting together my book and you are helping me. There is one bump in the road - I plan on stopping the inclusive journey we are taking right before the end - right before you find out for the first time what I already know - right before I reveal the secret of life with parkinsons disease - the secret of the Bo?ai Panda.
I do want to sell some of these books...
April 19, 2016
It was quite problematic, I won’t bore you with the details, but with help from Arkansas University’s school of Anthropomorphology and the GravityIndustry who together developed and maintain the Bo?ai Panda immersion program that I am the first civilian taking part in, I now have an internet connection here in the remote Bo?ai village I will be calling home for the next 13 months. I will be able to provide reports whenever my time allows. I have only been here a day and already I am very busy, for the BP’s are just as interested in me as I am with them and are very eager to learn more about human history and habits. My calendar is rapidly filling up with dates for afternoon Punches, LazyDinners and All Day Friday Toast and Jams. I am glad for this but I must stay focused - work hard organize/organize/organize. My life may depend on it. Gravity Industry regulations require that every 24 hours I #1- facilitate circumvention of nefarious rouge pockets and #2 calibrate the Positionometer® Those two responsibilities have nothing to do with the Bo?ai, but are vital chores necessary for the safe operation of any GravityPocketProject. If not done daily I could easily be stranded here never to return to my loved ones - so close yet so far from home. Given my penchant for procrastination I have decided not leave my room until those jobs are done. Once they are completed and only then I will do what I came for - I’ll do what I have been charged with, making the first step and possibly the last, of a journey into the GREYarea the place that holds the secret of the Bo?ai ∑∂∂§. I will start this journey Monday* by exploring this small village I am now a welcome resident of - a small village whose name I haven’t yet learned how to pronounce. But I will, and soon, because now I again have access to Google Translate.
April 2o, 2016
I attended my first Bo?ai funeral today and the celebration of all life and all death that followed. The Pandas are beginning to trust me and I was allowed to be full participant,. When a tribe gathers for an event everyone attending is willingly involved - Everyone is “ON THE SHOW”. I was a part of all that was presented and was thanked profusely by the family for my contribution. However, the pleasure was all mine for I can honestly say It was the most glorious event I have ever attended, with music - dancing - skits and games all of which passed down by the grandparents with each generation changing them slightly, changing them to fit the times, or changing them only to have them change. I will tell you more about these astonishing aspects of Bo?ai culture as I learn them. I can say the life and death story of this old Panda was told with humor and respect and the production values of a Broadway musical. It was the most glorious event I have ever attended,
The guest of honor, what the departed is often called, was an uncle of my host, YhYu. I had met him last week and he appeared to be in perfect health, spry and nimble, as he silently helped YhYu’s wife, HuMe, pick the fresh BluBamBoo for our afternoon Punch, one of the many rituals that accompany this vital afternoon social and relaxation time. After YhYu said a few words in an ancient dialect, something about the GreatAndPureGiraffe, solar powered toothbrushes, and growing old gracefully - not really a prayer more like a text message to god. We sat down and started our afternoon repast of BluBamBoo and Panda Punch. The uncle, who, up to this point, had been quiet and painfully polite, abruptly stood up and started speaking in an embarrassing loud manner painfully over enunciating each word as if YhYu, HuMe, and myself had severe learning disorders. We don’t.
“The only being qualified to speak on the topic of being old is one who is...old. I have been your age dear nephew, but you have never been mine. You live for the future whereas I live only for the now. You wake each morning and plan, plan your day - your week your life. This is as it should be, you live for the future, your sooncome. Your lovely and talented wife and your two healthy young cubs live for their sooncome. So, for this you must all have a strategy. You must take care of that future so that future can take care of you. This...”
For the first time the wise old Panda’s eyes looked straight into mine - I felt them more than I saw them.
“This is my future... right now - this minute, my sooncome has come and is going, my planing days are over and, dear family, I miss them. But, I miss them as I miss a loved one who has gone on to be what they were before they were, everything leaves never to come back... everything except love felt and memories created. It’s not a sad day, the day you wake up and realize you are old, the day your future becomes your now. That’s also the day you cash in the past, those memories and love become your scores, and listen to me children now, they ARE keeping score. Everyone needs to win, not come in first., not beat their opponent, but win. Once the love felt and the memories earned join you in the now you have enough points to do just that, to win, and once you win the rest of your life is gravy, delicious gravy”.
After his speech - I learned later that this something that old Bo?tai men do, they preempt the conversation with a emotional tirade that everyone, out of respect, must listen to - they do this so that they will be considered a major contributor to the dialog without keeping up with the fashion of ideas. After this small but illuminating show YhYu ’s uncle sat back down and were continued with our punch, having pleasant fellowship until dark. The next day YhYu received notice that his uncle had died peacefully in his sleep of old age - he was 34, very old for a Panda.
The death celebration took a lot out pf everyone and the Bo?ai Panda village which is to be my home for the next 13 months is quiet - everyone is asleep., everyone but me. I lie awake in my little tree bed (the bed is little not the tree) and think of home, my darling wife, family and friends I add up my points - I drift off to sleep - I dream of biscuits - I dream of gravy.
Most of us don’t know what to do with our one life...
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\