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)


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. 🙂

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

Evolve or Die

Or caterpillar turning into butterfly 

All living things have to continue to change and evolve. To accept the constant state of flux that we are all a part of. That is life, that is what it means to be alive. Evolve or Die. I want to LIVE! 

So this past fall I had the inspiring trip to the East that told me what I need to do and where I need to be. There, my heart soared for the first time in years, and I had come out of a deep fog and some quick sand to find community, creativity and true life! I wept when I came back to the quicksand, finding myself back in a hostile drought ridden and bleak environment. The southwest that used to be so beautiful to me now seemed desolate and horrible. 

This past winter I had to mentally curl up into a cocoon and mentally work through what my heart and head were saying.  I thought life was desolate and cold. Honestly stuck in a desert without true trustworthy friends, a very harsh and wishy washy professional community, and tired of the culture and cuisine, I really was at my end. I didn’t want to continue to attempt to be a part of this place anymore. But the trip opened my eyes to the fact it was the environment and community surrounding me that was the problem. If I could simply leave it behind I would be much better off. Every morning for four months I would wake up with the need to get the F@#$ out of here. Its a driving force but also quite depressing. 

There are creatives here that mean well, but the culture refuses to allow it to grow, or evolve the way it should. Without true friendship except for the one that came with me, and no love possibilities, no joy, no hope. Even ‘friends’ here, who mean well but don’t know me really and haven’t given the time to find out who I am, are only giving me opportunities that would just keep me in the same stasis and not move me forward.     

 I can no longer be here. I am surrounded by my pasts past, and need to shake free from it. 

So spring has sprung (although someone needs to tell the weather) and I find myself driven to succeed and inspired by the community and social media I am finding from that lovely city I fell for so deeply. All arrows are pointing to me getting out of here and moving forward. 

I am wondering how much of my family will read this.. I really do not care anymore. We have become so distant that it doesn’t matter. They are in their own lives and do not know how I feel or what is happening to me and I almost do not want to even try to get their attention anymore. They do not know of my upcoming changes, or the fact that every day I look at my tattoo that I got on that glorious trip, and am reminded of who I am and where I am headed. (curious to see if I will hear from any of them after I wrote that. ha). My Dad knows of my aspirations and he wants me to go forward. But he doesn’t know of my personal changes or even the fact that I have cats!? I mean, I can’t communicate fully with any of them. Its sad and I think my Mom would weep if she knew what has become of the family that once was. Or maybe she wouldn’t. She probably saw this happening in the future as she herself had left them behind, trying to extricate herself from the culture she had grown up in. And my Dads side…. don’t get me started. I have given up on them completely.. We live only a few hours away but worlds apart. 

So this dream, this aspiration.. “never wait for the opportunity, create it” was just said on the radio I’m listening to.. damn… JW inspires every moment of my life, even the little things that I am exposed to because of him. I honestly owe him my life, or lives.. but that is a whole other story.. let me know if you want to hear it. Nothing is off limits. I may even tell you my deep dark. 

So today, I am here, in my rental in the desolate place of quicksand. And I am listening to friends on social media, getting more and more inspired. More and more of my friends from the west are also moving to the east, which is wonderful! I feel, once we are all there, we can meet up and connect and have community again! Maybe it’s a metaphysical shift on the world.. but I am looking forward to the future. 

Knowing that I am missing out on a huge festival this weekend in my soon to be new home.. but knowing that it has to be that way for now. In order to get there I need to focus on projects and the present to get to the future. I know I will be watching that event(s) unfold this weekend and I am dreading feeling the jealousy rise in my throat to the point I want to hurl.. and loving all of them for having that experience and for the force that is III and all that it represents. 

But throughout all this, including the constant changes that I am experiencing even at this very moment, I know my trajectory and I am thrilled and very ready. Speed bumps, already had them.. ready to deal with more as things continue to unfold. I am ready to be a butterfly. 

I am a reincarnated filmmaker/ writer/ artist daughter/ adventurer, and I will succeed. 

by Sophia Bungay @wickedlydrivenmedia2019

My Southern Sensory Overload Adventure

( or How My first trip to Nashville Changed Everything )

Even though I had an incredible possible journey planned and paid for, I didn’t want to go, didn’t want to leave my comfort zone that had started to become a prison cell. For the past year, at least, I had dreamt of moving forward with my career and life, to change the very foundations of my life. But to ponder this was a far cry from actually doing it. However, I have some awesome coworkers and a best friend who made me keep my commitment to myself. (thank you for that)

It has taken me some time to fully process this adventure I had back in November. That is part of the reason I have been so quiet as of late. But, the Christmas holiday is complete, and with the soft falling snow resting heavy and thick outside, and the town around me at a standstill,  I thought now was a perfect time to dive into it. 

But the moment that I truly committed to this journey everything started to shift for me. Arriving at the new city I had gained my independence from friends and family; no longer had to wait for them to deplane or get their bags. I was free to choose my own path! I got a car and headed into the city. Everything was crisp and beautiful, and the city was a colossal beautiful spread out before me. I have never walked as much as I had in a new city like I did on the trip. The purity and light of the place seemed to echo with its vibrancy, the creativity of its residents was  in the city air I breathed, allowing me to sigh happily as I reveled in everything I saw and everyone I met. 

The depression and feeling stuck in muck in my life had left me during this time and I could see past it, and into a bright future. 

I had quite the adventure! I met up with a new friend and together we saw a beautiful city, met some of its residents and enjoyed how charming and sweet they were, journeyed to mecca of Three men and felt inexorably changed by everything we saw, tasted, touched or experienced. (I am saving the specifics for my journal and my memory, hints can be found in my Instagram, as that is not the point of this piece.) However, with my new Canadian friend, and guided by our hopes and quite a lot of luck, we managed to make the adventure even more brilliant, revel in the teams accuracy at a hockey game, witness a charity baseball game,  while there came quite close to some of the entourage of an ideal/complete creative force and feeling completely transformed after an epic concert that left me wondering about my own fate and future.. Electric lazaretto blue sensory overload to be sure. 

Now, my feelings and thoughts of where I want to go from here are not due to a fantasy or fanatic revel, but there was a glimmer of what my future could be if I really put my blood sweat and tears into changing the course of my life. I want to be there, in that beloved location, soaking up the creativity that runs through the heart of that city, soaking in the southern charm and being transformed forever. As I already have been with the small three-day window I was there..  Just Three. my new favorite number, (and yes, if you know who I am referring to you may see the connection there.) Three days that uplifted my soul, let me breathe, become more me than I have been in the past 20 years and shake off this loss and grief and, again, start to become something other than the sad little-lost self that I have been for too long. 

I cried when I had to leave, cried when the plane lifted off the ground and I quickly wiped my tears away, knowing I would be back and didn’t want to explain to the stranger sitting to my left. I wrote, and thought, and sought out the signs of this transformation to continue.. and cried when I landed in the brown, utterly desolate landscape that I have lived in for the past twenty years, and used to love. But now it is revealing itself to me to be my past. My past reincarnation, as well as my past present life.. I can no longer stay here, or I will rot in a creative grave, and let myself never become. I need to become, grow, thrive, truly live! And for the first time since the loss of life slammed me to my very foundations of who I thought I was, wiping away any hope of a good life.. I know where I want to be, and who I want to become. 

I have to finish the projects before me. In this contemplation month I have managed to complete the minimizing project, and realize what it will take to make this new life a reality in the new year. I have already started to throw things out mentally as well as literally, that no longer serve my new purpose of life, letting this new freedom and independence and hard work start to give way to something that glistens like gold in my future. My past life will form into something unique and beautiful, in book and film form, with small vignettes of old west history travels before I leave this place. 

There is a lot to do and to keep trudging up this hill I look ahead and see the writing and historical projects complete, music videos to work, a restless soul finding peace, the land sold, and myself ready to become… and so the journey continues.. 

Stay tuned for what is to come dear reader. 

PS. Thank you Nashville and JW & Co., for waking me up. 

by Sophia Marie Bungay 12/26/18 @wickedlydrivenmedia


(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