Tonight, I’m listening to Greg and Thom Moore, the Moore Brothers. The particular CD I have on right now is called Now Is The Time For Love. It’s not their latest, but is the one that I find most inspiring when I paint. There’s something natural and leafy about it. It resides in the air around here. It feels like Altadena, the region above Pasadena up against the mountains. The sound affects me like the intense Altadena sunlight shining down on my cheeks, freckling them.
It’s really no accident their music seems to talk to the flowers, the fruit, and the rest of the molecules floating around this place. The Moore Brothers grew up in Altadena. They are two young men that channel Simon and Garfunkel with a little bit of the worldly William S. Burroughs thrown in. They are their own unique sound and wonderful original very open-earthy-Altadena-esque concoction.
I’m not accustomed to writing music reviews. So, this is not a music review. It’s only that I’ve been thinking about my children, and their friends. They seem to possess a natural beauty, a glow. It’s different. It’s not mainstream. I would say it is healthy and charming but with a confidence in themselves. There’s no shame. They stand as who they are: An uncomplicated beauty that is as complex as all of the elements that make up a place like Altadena.
There is no place quite like Altadena, and no people quite like its people.
Racially, Altadena is mostly black and white; famous Black Panther activists, and white, white Caltechian nerds. Their children grew up appreciating plants, music, and nature… and being connected to it. All of it mixed together has created a lovely tuned-in sort of atmosphere.
In this CD, you can hear the farmy influence… Angst is there too, the innocence of exploring love.
Falling
dream, has it been changing your way?
rolling down a hill, we’re falling.
please, don’t take away this day.
we’re trying to help each other out but we’re falling.falling, falling.
what is this dreaming?
falling.please, dont take away this day.
rolling down a hill, we’re falling.
dream, has it been changing your way?
were trying to help each other out
but were falling.falling, falling.
what is this dreaming?
falling.and in the moonlight, i didn’t know what to do.
and in the moonlight, i didn’t know what to do.
From this same ingenious generation of Altadena born around the ’70-80s, the creation of a Co-Op organic grocery store, and a burgeoning goat farm- cheesemaking, chickens, and all things grown organic from Mariposa Farms. This is also on the spot of the Zane Grey Estate, where on Sunday, May 29th, there is an Urban Farmers Market from 1-4 pm. So many innovative ideas are coming from these lovely children of Altadena that it’s too much to list.
The Altadena Public Library has no doubt been an influence on the Moore Brothers music as evinced in this sweet tune, Sorting Books:
…just to prove she’s sorting books
that no one ever reads
she knows time
she’s my wooden guide
precious stone
she’ll come rolling home with her crown and her skin and her bones
you go to bed with his soap on your tongue
you smell like a lemon and I’m almost won
in the curl you complain the feather’s too warm
just to prove your sorting books
that no one ever reads…
I know what you’re thinking,
MG, there’s a lot of non-sequiturs in this post, and in these lyrics. (and maybe you’ve got those lyrics all wrong!)
What can I say? This is how some things get processed. It’s not always neat and tidy. Perfection is not the tool of nature, although it is perfect–isn’t it?
Listening to this CD calmed my rattled nerves tonight. I came from a meeting at La Canada High School that was called by the Los Angeles County Department of Public Works where they presented their plans to carve up Hahamongna with their big ten cubic yard carrying dump trucks. Nice. When asked about all of the wildlife in the wetlands they would be destroying they replied, It’s not their job to be concerned about that.
What a mess. It’s Pasadena’s mess visited upon the residents of Altadena, and all of the natural wild critters that live in the wetlands. It’s too bad the City Council of Pasadena has no concern for LIFE in Hahamongna or for the people surrounding in Altadena. What terrible neighbors and stewards of the environment we are!
It’s an unseemly deal with the devil when one city (Pasadena) blames the county (Los Angeles) and the county blames one city. It leaves us in the middle with nothing.
Go to the next Pasadena City Council Meeting, Monday June 6th, and let them know that all of the route plans the county presented are devastating to either neighborhoods and/or wildlife. Make sure Councilman Victor Gordo, and Councilman Steve Madison are awake and listening since these two are suffering from severe testosterone poisoning, and are encouraging the rape of Hahamongna (and Altadena) most emphatically. Geese, I hope they recover soon.
The Moore Brothers played May 14, 2011 cancer benefit in Altadena. (My son-in-law on the drums)
Hahamongna/Devil's Gate Dam Haul Routes, Meeting at La Canada HS May 26, 2011
This rendering shows the existing sports field,
and the small parking lot. The rest of the area surrounding is beautiful existing woodlands/wetlands to be destroyed by LA County removing sediment, and then further developed by the City of Pasadena into what they believe is ” a park” and “open space.” Many living beings will die in this Hahamongna Holocaust. It’s all about revenues, isn’t it folks? In the end, it’s what the capitalist system is all about. You have only to feast your eyes every year on the fabulous parade of dead flowers down Colorado Blvd. to know how capitalist Pasadena is.
