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

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

Inward Musings Turn to Outward Action

Dave R. (present-day thoughts of a ghost)

What makes a life? Is it moments in time that defines who you are or what lessons you are working on?

It’s true for me. Despite myself returning to life to help Mercury, I cannot remember every moment. Its the moments between the fights, the fun, the deeply intense moments of emotion or empowerment. Part of me must have left with the body I once had died.

Mercury has photo albums and books of letters about her past. I have but a few trinkets to remind me; tintypes, pieces of small tin, gold coin, maps, and a biography from a traveler, And yet, despite myself I yearn for more but know that my time is past. I am here to gain a better understanding of who I was and to help Mercury grow in her strength to conquer her fears in this lifetime.

With her one mentor and love of her life gone, and family estranged or far away, she is without. I am all she has as the darkness tries to envelop her. The other selves can help as well, and do sometimes.

Perhaps we can show her the heroine she truly is so she can succeed in what we have failed to do. And in so doing give up this seemingly never-ending circle of life and death and rebirth; waking up to the truth.

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Mercury Rose (present day)

I have been meditating and mulling over these things for weeks while my body heals and I figure out my next move…a thought has occurred to me recently; that I have been living too much in my head and its now time for action. We all have to go and transform to truly experience life and all it has to offer us;  but I have been too much inward.

Talking to my family reconnected me with the whole of myself; as well as validated what I should be working on.

I have a plan now, and will implement it in the hopes of moving forward with Echo and Karmic Outlaw.. and then move on with my life into something new. A new life for a new me.

@Wickedlydrivenmedia 2/2018

Manifestations – Echo Diary #9 (Mercury Rose (present day))

So, I woke up early today. It was a bargain I made with my other self, my other side. If I ever want to break out of this fixed hold I am in I have to change the way I approach things. This was after a deep sleep and a realization that I am not just myself; I am more than me. You can look at this knowledge as a burden, to know what you went through and did in your souls past. It can be hard to wrap your head around. But once you come to peace with who you are, it becomes less of a burden, and more of an incentive to try harder and do better.
To me, he was a very strong man, in control of his life. Then he became my strength and along with it I was gifted his guilt, and I had to reconcile with him as well as his past, and mine. He has had much the same experience as I have had, although because of the place and time he was he was able to react to it differently then I am. He is my inspiration and focus, to work harder and better and not let other peoples agendas get to me as much as they would in the past.
He still yearns for his life, but he knows he has his own life; the simultaneous one he lives now. And maybe I am what he is for me in this life, I am his Jiminy Cricket is his head as he is in mine.
No matter. I am up at 6am to write, to hone my skills and to use every day to improve, strive and change; regardless of anything standing in my way. Echo must be done right. For the past few days, this has been on the forefront of my mind. That and whenever I try to sleep, lately he is up, working on what happened in a gun battle. He has been trying to get me back there, and I might have gone there ever briefly. To the point, the men with him may think he is quite cracked by now.
He misses a friend, one he only rode with for eight months, simply because we, years ago, had found a man who claimed to be this person at this present time. When he is here for too long he gets very lonely, we are lonely for someone who knows our experience of this baffling state of existence. I have found good friends who tend to say they believe my story, but who is to say what their true motivations of that are.. to keep the peace, to learn more, or to truly want to understand.
I think we, he and I, are cursed, or burdened with this task of knowing ourselves this well. If they are out there, still, and if we should run into them again I think they might be jealous, to think we have figured ourselves out so well. And instead of hiding our true nature, we are free and open about who we truly are. Echo is an amalgamation of the two lives ‘we’ are living now. With luck, it will help others know their true selves as well.
I came out of the reincarnated closet last week. Friends and family who I share my life with and love completely, don’t know. And yet here I am, telling co-workers I have known for a few months. To be fair I work at a very open-minded place, a college for the study of Oriental medicine; and within these confines, there are different belief systems then the ordinary; not that they teach that there but I know they are an integral part of it. The first time I mentioned it to a teacher and now a friend told me that she has dealt with a past life situation and that took me by surprise. She adjusted to it and came through it well. But I didn’t go into detail about her experience or mine. It was only after I allowed ‘him’ to be in the driver’s seat to help me change my life that he didn’t see a problem with telling these people in my life. They all took it in stride, seeing the resemblance in the tintypes, and verifying it with there own past life experiences. He is happy to be known and is feeling more connected to the present now as well as the past.
He was known in his day and is dealing with the frustration of hero worship that undermined his notorious reputation. But that is something we can remedy in time, in this life.. as we progress with all of this.

Thank you for listening…

Written by M.R./ SB & DR  (fueled and inspired by J.White music)

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