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        <description><![CDATA[Salutations Dear Listener. This is a comedy in three acts.: Breakfast, Lunch and Tea;  and I'm not planning on them being  late.  
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. 
Love or hate sultanas lets face it- they're wrinkly. Are you being served? Well fyi- this isn't about you. This is about me. I like Purple. I sing it in the key of Jazz. Sometimes its green with an edgy violet diminished chord. Can you hear the sea?
Have you seen my face lately? One moment its purple, next its blue....  and my eyes juggle every time I move. Yes. sweety thats called normalcy. Have you ever read a book? I did once and then it read me. Never underestimate the power of thought or presentation, after all, the chord is mightier than the pen.
You see it's gotta be edgy. Original, with a star cast of unknowns and uncertaintys. It's gotta tickle the soul with demonic delight. A landscape of sounds, musical grass that tingles the soul everytime  a windchime.  A unique song caught by the breeze, like my thoughts but only farther...  
It's true angels are everywhere whilst I am not, and when I close my eyes there's a sheep killing the blues. Baa-ing its teeth at me and I think to myself how rude. And then I remember it could be a winning smile.. 
Ha! Who am I kidding. It hates me!
It's a riot of colour in my mind. A symphony of textures full of  Voice,: syntax and grammar, semi quavers, and crotchets. A soundscape that sends me to the cliff edge,  tottering on the precipice, unfurling my wings so i can fly, fly fly. Yes that's right, my pretties: I cascade into The dark vibrant noisescape where I can shed this mortal coil and be one with Lucifer: The Goddess of Music. A concerto vibrating in the ether. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you truly happy to see me? Oh you should be so lucky! Shhh. Hush now. Don't spoil the moment....
So what I'm saying in a nutshell is....I love you but I love me so much more.
I am the notes from underground. Chords, maybe. Possibly whole tunes.... It's decimal. I am the point.
Tha tha tha tha thats all folks! thank you and goodnight!
 
The Mad Hatters Tea Party: starring MIZIEYA
©MIZIEYA 2011
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                <title><![CDATA[The God Who Had An Affair With Himself - @mizieya]]></title>
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                <description><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;Take no notice of the title- I just needed to have something there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm currently working on two and half projects. I say two an a half not because I can but because the half is probably going to be a demo e.p. Which means it will be half the album it used to be. And also less is more. So that's gotta be a good thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since 2007 I've had an army of songs that I thought were ready to be published and then realised that they weren't. They needed more development to do them justice. So I've gotten into the habit of musical reflection. Taht is to say: i listen to what I've done three to six months later or even longer. Which can be a little frustrating because the perfectionist in me has a great difficulty in letting go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I finally managed to get two albums released: namely The Pandora Box (a studio effort with Lawson Dando master musician based in Cardiff Wales, Uk), and The God Who Had An Affair With Himself a home made affair using Logic Pro in my studio. Which took me a while to get used to- prior to that I had been at home using garageband but because my files were big- it couldn't handle it and neither could my old computer; may it rest in peace.. it died on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it had a good innings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well frankly i probably dont have one. But I'm sure we can let that slide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is the microphone on? I feel like singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder at times how our species can be so creative and equally destructive that it can create beautiful things. &amp;nbsp;Are we just flukes? Is there a Design? Is it Dark? I hope so... Talking of Dark..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a great fan of Negativity. It's ironic that we love the super villian more than we love the hero. We relate to the 'evil', the dark side of the character probably because we're not allowed to talk about our own. After all honesty is the last thing people want to truly hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughts are powerful: they can hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The God Who Had An Affair With Himself is about The Dark. It's about me, its about religion and spirituality, &amp;nbsp;Gods and Death, rites and politics. Culminating with the Magnificat: The Windows Of the Soul which extols Lucifer as a Messiah working through political leaders past and present some of whom have been labelled as evil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perception is uncanny. Men like Saddam for instance hated by the world was loved by his daughter. She saw him as a father. Funny that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had a thought as to &amp;nbsp;how i could tie in my entry title with making a point. So bear with me. It goes something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last time I saw my Invisible Friend(s) was when I was a teen. I was scared to take the leap. I think thats the problem with society: we're too scared to take the leap and realise our dreams. Because its easier to play it safe. A friend of mine who isn't invisible uses fearscapes as a crutch to not progress. I could never do that. I've always believed that if you miss an opportunity- it will reappear at a later date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The question is: whether one wants to take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And think if my invisible friend(s) were here... and who is to say they are not? The opportunity is probbaly what they were trying to tell me. Life may be short- but there's many avenues to traverse.&lt;/p&gt;]]></description>
                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 15:30:54 -0400</pubDate>
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