Sound for the Soul

Recently I had the pleasure of going to a concert with a friend who I hadn’t seen in person in years. We have kept contact because of various interests, mainly of a metaphysical nature. She brought up that she had been watching Quantum Physics videos on youtube, and had come to the conclusion that the first created form was sound. That, instead of light, the sound created the universe. I like that idea. Of course we were listening to an incredible band playing and in the heart of the birthplace of Jazz, but still.. this concept stayed with me.


I have been wanting to write this blog for a long time as sound and music have influenced me in a lot or ways, especially recently. To start with when I was a child my Godfather was the lead singer of the Doors. (I have talked about that in other blogs and posts so I won’t go deep into that here.) My Mom was from New Orleans and had her own tastes of music, from jazz to classical, and a good classic tune. My Dad liked Khris Kristofferson and Los Lobos, so his tastes were very eclectic to my Euro pop loving friends I grew up surrounded by. My first concert I went to, when I was very young, was a Laurie Anderson exhibition at a college in Los Angeles, complete with a coinciding art installation about her beginnings. She took the simplest sounds and made them sound incredible to me and for a month or so I would walk around the house and school imitating her (I had it down to a science.. Big Science.)


This love of sound got somewhat muted when I fell in love with the cinema and how light played on objects and movement. I am still fascinated with this medium. Being an daughter of two contemporary artists why wouldn’t it. But, when I think about cinema now, and look back at some of my favorites, the sound that was produced for these films, the folly work, and the genius it took to make a character or situation come to life, especially when it came to worlds that only existed on film.


So in essence I have always loved sound. From a quiet but busy bayou that soothes as well as intimidates, to my cat trilling at me to get a head pet, the raucous laughter of a coworker, the created sound for film, to the brilliance of a musician and poet who has in the past five years turned my world around. I took piano lessons years ago, and enjoyed it, but at the time it didn’t seem to give me the immediate gratification of a paint brush or a camera. I fell in love with analog film editing, sliding a reel of film between my fingers and splicing scenes together. Later came the editing to sound and so on.. (note to myself to see if I have that reel to reel in a trunk somewhere).


Music has always helped the mood and thought processes for me, or to drown out an annoying coworker or any stressful situation I may find myself in. It has helped me write scripts as well as meditate and come together in a personal knowing. When I found out of my Lizard King God Father I used to listen to his music and read his poetry from some guidance of my life.


I cannot recall if I told you how a certain musician has saved my life.. but he has in so many ways. Now you get a group of his fans together and they will tell you how he influenced their lives, brought meaning and or got them through tough situations. We all have been moved by this artist. And in the beginning he, like me, loved film; wanted to work in film and be the next Orson Welles. But the film community bullied him and he went in the other direction, into music. He has become the new Orson Welles by his own creation. What an inspiration he is for me!


I am talking about non other than Jack White. I ran across him years ago when I was trying to drown out an abusive coworker and was swept up in the way his guitar actually had its own voice, how his poetry proceeded my thoughts of the future and way of looking at the world. So it was a no brainer when I found out during his Lazaretto tour that he would be at a tiny theatre 45 minutes south of me that I would go. I was in the middle of the second worst year of my life (the first being the year I lost my Mom) and needed some respite, if only for an hour and a half. So we got tickets and my roommate and I went. I had little to live for at this point and really didn’t know of any hope of ever being at the least content with life. We weren’t sure what we were getting into and just knew it was a much needed adventure, a break from the meandering horror that had become my life.


The old lady ushers were quite worried that the roof would come down in the small theatre. And the mosh pit was reserved for the local college students, but that was fine as we had gotten some nice seats somewhat up the aisle from the chaos. He first tuned our ears to some rap music from my old home town, which made me question why we were there. And then he came out.. The way he presented his band and himself, complete with lights and fog.. and brilliance of color that did not hurt the eye or detract from what he was doing.. All of it I immediately fell for. During the first song I was standing in the aisle near my seat and as he sang I could see the fog wafting off his shoulders and legs and some DNA of his floated through the fog and went into me.. changing me forever. It was a religious experience, something I had never felt in any other concert and have not since.. except for any that he is involved in.


That night changed me forever.. from feeling very low without hope to feeling inspired and immersed in song and imagery. No film or other experience has never changed me like that night since. The thrumming of his music, his messages, his very being is inspirational and a light for me. That night he became a priest at one point and he is mine. When feeling down I look to his lyrics for guidance.

I used to want my films to express a change in the way that people see the world and think about things, ultimately changing their lives.. music has the power to do that immediately and intensely. I still wish for my art to help engage and transform this world, and help other artists do the same.


Since that night I formed this company, finished my film degree, got a new job away from the annoying coworker, moved forward with everything i wanted to do and have strived for more. And since then I have let more music into my life, listening to anything and everything for a thought, a prayer, a glimpse of wisdom, and a feeling.. and emotional feeling. Music, like all art forms, can project a certain experience with the audience, whether it be a horror movie, a great book you can’t put down, a piece of art that you moves you to tears, a wonderful plate of food made with love, or a soulful tune that hits you right in the heart or your soul, turning an average or horrible day, into something else entirely. We are put on this plane of existence to experience these things.. and music is one of the all encompassing art forms there is.

I wish all of you, dear readers.. the chance to experience an art form in a way that moves you as music has for me.

by Mercury Rose @ Wickedlydrivenmedia 11/2019

Friends And Family Tour!

What I’ve Been Up To

I know it has been quite a while since I posted. I was going through a lot of changes and transformation and a lot of travel, which made me dig deeper into my personal journaling and working through some stuff. But I am ready to return to you, my dear readers and share with you what has been happening.

I have known in my heart that something had to change in my life for quite a while. But not sure of which way to turn or what to do it was a generalized view of the world. Add to that working all the time and never taking time off or traveling, my world had shrunk down to the size of my bedroom and the small town I live in. A very monochromatic and somber view of the world. Alone, even if I had a friend or two, and the demands of my creativity being denied by narcissistic people who rather hide in the hills here.


On top of that last November I fell in love with a city; a creative community that I was brought to by my love of rip-roaring guitar riffs.. and I could not get it out of my mind. so the spring was spent wanting to be there and denying myself for the moment. There was/ and still is, much to do here.
One of the other issues was this place is far from family. So figuring out from there what I could do in regards to them was the next step. Needless to say, I am a huge believer in signs… so the second that my inspiration and his band set up tour dates I was all in. I need to see my Dad and touch base… Raconteurs at the Greek in LA in July!

My roomy and best friend took off for California. We had an amazing time at the concert ( I got to introduce rock concert experiences to my friends ten year old, and I met and got a wonderful hug from an incredible musician) and it was interesting to see Los Angeles in such a different way. I may always be an LA Woman.. but I no longer felt attached to the city. In fact, I felt removed from it all. It will always be in my heart, and I will always keep a place there.. but it is not my future.
The visit with my Dad was difficult and short and we have since worked things out, I guess.., but I did come away with the knowledge that his issues are not my issues.. and even though I will always be there for him.. I won’t be there, location wise for him. I have to move on. My heart was released from the obligation in a lot of ways.


I returned from California drained and out of sorts. Not feeling like an Angelino anymore, and everything else started bubbling up to the surface; right in time for a lot of anniversaries or loss. (could also be a way I was so silent for that time). So… I threw my hat in with a Canadian friend and met her in Tennessee for another adventure! It was much needed and it got me amped and inspired to move forward with my plan. I reunited with old friends, met new friends who I am to keep, saw two MIND-BLOWING concerts at the historic Ryman, collected more posters, was in a lot of lines for worthwhile causes, got some incredible vinyl for my collection, finally found the Cumberland.. and again.. had a really hard time leaving again. I know where my future is.. and what I have to do to move on.


During all this, I stopped hoping to get friendship or headway with creative types here in the desert wasteland. I also cleared a LOT of people off my social media page as they will not be heading with me into the future. Sorry… see ya! I have also begun clearing out stuff I will not need in my future and that is going well. I would like to rip roar through a lot more of it and hope to soon… (Instagram photos to follow)
As it just so happens I met another friend at my current work who just graduated from Acupuncture College.. and loves really good music. So, long story short, she offered a ticket to something on my bucket list… John Prine at Red Rocks. Not only would that fulfill my bucket list of seeing a concert there, the band includes Fats Kaplin who works with my inspiration… JW. 🙂 So.. Friends and Family tour continues! I am heading up to Colorado on a road trip. I will reunite with a cousin I haven’t seen in 25 yrs… (wtf!), visit a sister campus from my day job up there and meet some people, hike around the area. and see an amazing concert. Woot! should be fun.
Then in November… I hit New Orleans.. yes… Friends and Family tour continues!
I have also stopped missing my family. I am now moved forward into whatever life has to offer… although I seriously hope that the future plan includes a lot of visits from family and friends.. (you promised!)


So yes, taking the bull by the horns, living my life, traveling a lot more and enjoying all of these things. Cannot wait for the changes to get into full swing although these delays for the tour are worth it.

In the future… creativity coming out every pore!, new friends and family, new adventures, a new name.. hehe.. and I will demand the best of myself. (details coming soon…. unless you are in my inner circle)

Onward!!!!!!!!!!

by Sophia B. … in metamorphosis.

PS… Re: ECHO & Dave, reincarnation

for all you Dave followers and fans who want to know what is going to happen to his Bio and Echo… fear not! It still on my list to do. In fact I would love to complete and submit the script before I move from this historic local.

PPS…. Art World:

there is a TON of news from the art world side of things. And I cannot wait to share these new adventures and projects with you.

PPPS… Filming

YES! More to happen shortly! As well as photos and such. 🙂



We Are Back!

So, with much deliberation, travel and expanse of the mind, and so forth, we have returned. I loved seeing that even though I havent been posting in a few months you are still visiting my site. We have much to do and I will spare you the details, for now. But this summer I have been having my own ‘Friends and Family tour,’ to California and Tennessee and next week Colorado. I am expanding my knowledge of who I am and who I am meant to be.. expanding my world.. with a haunting melody of an incredible contemporary song writer haunting my every move.. good thing he was involved in my tour… Ha!

More later.. but good to see you again.

Pass the pinot grigio.. or mezcal.

Alter Ego

To Create Yourself Freely

To be a creative person struggling with your artistic flow, and wondering if what you are putting out into the world is being perceived as connected to your past. Who you used to be, who you grew up as.. We all struggle with the trials of our lives, who we are, who we used to be, who we are becoming. Even though we are grown we are constantly evolving and changing, transforming into who we are meant to be.

To separate the nerdy girl in the back row of grade school, all the mistakes you made along the way, all the intimate details of ones life.. 

To truly be free to create to not worry about any of that. Not letting it burden your creative life, and persona you want to present to the world.. that to me sounds like bliss. 

Many known personalities have done it, and do it often.. making their empires and creative art even more heady as we, as fans, wonder how they got to that point. 

To not have a past that you think is defining you to people

To not have awkward horrible moments you want to forget. 

To leave the weight of our identity in the dust, to shuck it off to create freely. 

These might be fever dreams of mine.. but they are becoming real.. to truly create who i want to be.. and only my friends and family will know the real me. What could be better. 

ECHO will be completed… and I will evolve. 

Things are about to get really interesting… 

by Sophia Bungay.. @wickedlydrivenmedia@2019

Gunplay: Echo Diary Entry # 8 (Dave R.)

1878: Badlands, South Dakota Territory?

I was with a gang of bad men. I didn’t trust them; their names nor their stories of where they had been and what they had done. I don’t usually trust anyone really. Trust could be the death of you; if you let your guard down your neck may be snapped before you know why or who did you in.
And this isn’t something that at the time I wrote down in a journal, or wanted to remember. But it was an event I would never be allowed to forget. The participants and location remain vague to my memory, but this was a very long time ago, so dear reader, cut me some slack.
I was with this gang, partly for convenience of not being on my own for a time, partly for fun.. and partly because the membership was offered to me. After spending quite a bit of time on the trail it was nice not to be hearing my own thoughts. Thats why drink, opium and women were always a respite to me.
Anyway.. my memory that I cannot shake as of late, is this gun battle that I and this group were involved in. It was late at night and in the middle of this quiet town. We were doing something (crime of some sort I am quite sure) when the law, or vigilantes came upon us. And as the firefight broke out I took down two and edged around the side of this alley, hoping to get into a shadow, or a break for freedom.
As I did so I turned and saw two of the untrustworthy gang about to be gunned down. I aimed at the assailants and they went down quite quickly.. As the two morons that allowed their backs to be exposed looked at me in a somewhat thank you I felt a shot.. felt it before I heard it.. hit me right on the side. The force of it whipped me around and down and suddenly I was eating dirt. I don’t remember screaming but I am quite sure anyone feeling that would… I rolled over, ignoring the hopeful graze and plugged my attacker right in the chest. He went down and let out a strange noise as the air left his lungs for the last time.
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned back and put myself on my knees. Ahead of me was a dead quiet street flooded with deep shadow. I pushed myself up and lifted my shocked body and made my way, tilted and low towards the safety of the darkness. By the time I reached the first wall of white clapboard I was standing up slightly straight. I checked myself then, in the dark and felt wetness on my side, upper leg? I had to get to safety.
I crept in shadow up near the walls, and made my way down the street. The shock was taking a toll on my body and dizziness was setting in.. either that or the entire town was built on the cliffside of a mountain and I was heading down. Either way the starlit sky was spinning out of control as well, which didn’t bode well for my state of mind.
A few blocks up I turned down an alley. I couldn’t hear the gunplay anymore and wondered if someone was coming for me and how my gang had made out. Little did I know I was leaving a blood trail on the road and nearly every wall I touched.
Turning into the alley I found darkness to hide in and slid down the wall to half sit. I cocked my gun just in case.. and waited…

I must of passed out, because I woke up as at least two strangers were up on me and was talking about me in hushed tones. I lifted my gun at them and heard “Woah there.. he’s awake.. and don’t shoot friend.. “ identifying themselves as two of the gang I had been with.
They made the determination I was in a bad way, but since I had saved their lives and had been injured in the process decided to help.  Suddenly they had me up, between them and we were running… well they were, and I was being dragged, to another part of town.
By now the pain was making itself known and I was in and out of consciousness. When I woke up several days later I found I had been hit in the thigh. Bullet had been removed but I would limp for awhile if not forever.. and have issues with the leg on cold nights.

Yes, I am hoping telling this story will get out of my head so I can rest well now.. knowing it is has been told. Thanks for reading dear Reader.

written by Dave R./ SMB     copyright  @wickedlydrivenmedia2017

Chrysalis

(This was written stream of consciousness at 5am, three weeks ago. I feel as though it is important as I went through this process. I am still in this state, but a little less so… you will see in the coming blogs what has come to pass)

I hadn’t blogged in a while. After that extremely intense month with the producers workshop and the dental surgery, I felt off kilter. Then, my days at the college got brutal as we finally had figured out the program for Spring, including a residential program with one online course. Since I am the Admissions Director as well as the web support my hands and head have been quite busy.. up to my neck in work.

But as I came out of the work week, which included an inspirational website building seminar with Nina Pilgrim from 4leet, I wanted to get started on my true passions again. A little movement at this time is better then none.

There is a lot of work to do to that end and I am trying to wrap my head around it. As I am dealing with characters and continuously having to come up with material for Echo and my own personal blog. As a writer/ creator you define who your characters are and at the same time they define you.

I feel as though I am in a chrysalis bubble, something like an alien egg, or something Lady Gaga may come out on stage in, dressed in a nude body suit. I am sleeping more in a meditative like trance, looking at the world as it is and what it has become; sometimes wondering if this is real and why awe are putting ourselves through this. And who am I really in this scenario?

I do think the world is opening wounds and exposing disgusting infections (sexual harassment, war, politics, hatred, bigotry, et al) in order to heal and grow. I have faith that things will be clearer in the future, but what if this is a pattern that we are in, going ground and round forever? I sure as hell hope not.

And then, on top of all this, and wanting to shut the world out, I see past friends, living completely different lives then me. Are they daft, so simple minded that they can be happy making stupid movies no one will ever like or care for.. or breeding incessantly to the point that Mother nature cries out for help!? Or leaving their literal past self behind that they can’t acknowledge a friend who they went through so much with, because that would make the world a confusing and complicated? Or did he simply give up. (this was before evidence came to light pointing him out to be the fraud that he is; more on that later.)

I lie in my chrysalis, all these thoughts and more going through my head, and trying not to scream. Regardless, soon I will burst forth from this safety as the person I am meant to be; struggling away from not knowing myself and towards what I truly believe and know who I am deep down…  and, just maybe, see the world the way it is meant to be.

by Sophia Bungay
Copyright @wickedlydrivenmedia2017