Asma Bano - My Incredible Nanna (R.I.P.) I remember moments of tyranny from my childhood, when my father would throw me into the backseat of his car after beating the shit out of me and then scream at me for hours while driving around claiming that he was going to the adoption agency to drop me off. Watching him beat me or my mother senslessly sometimes kicking us in the stomach while we were laying on the ground. There was one person who was always there, whose magic touch could heal these open wounds immediately, and that was my grandmother, Asma Bano. She was the light at the end of the dark tunnel, and taught me about how important it was to laugh and love with all your heart. When she was a kid she grew up in Ghazipur, India, where she once found a dirty joke book laying on the ground. The poet's name was Chirkeen and she kept the book hidden from her parents because she knew they would forbid it. She taught us many limericks from this book, my favourite one went like this... "From far away I saw eggs boiling, but when I went up close it was bald men jumping!" It actually rhymes in urdu. Nanna lost two husbands and a 5 year old daughter very early on and had to take care of my mother and 7 other siblings all by herself in the 50s and 60s in India. This was a very difficult task for a single mother at the time. We called her Nanna, and she also took care of my siblings and I from our births, as well as, all of my uncle's siblings from there births about a decade later. Imagine 8 children and 6 grand children raised by her and her incredible indian food, (she also made a mean bolognese). She was so proud of me when she met my wife and then each of my two kids, her first two great granddaughters. When Nanna was brought to Canada it was to take care of me and my siblings, to help my mother finish her PhD in Microbiology. It was here where she learned of what a violent abusive person my father really was and she became the almighty healer of both my mother and of us grandchildren. She paid me 200 bucks to cut my long hair back when I was 15. She would joke with me all the time, and would love it when i would parade around the house slapping my belly like a monkey. I remember her waking me up at 4:30 in the morning so we could watch Bela Lugosi's Dracula on TV together, when I was about 12 years old. I remember how much she loved Michael Landon in Highway to Heaven, probably because he was an angel on the show. She loved Alf, and Macguyver too... as you can see we watched alot of TV together... but at same time she would tell us great stories about India. My favourite one was about how witches in india would steal peoples souls by feeding them the meat of an owl. I remember how impressed Nanna would be when I ate spicy foods, especially just raw hot peppers, to this day I am a fiend for hot tongue burning mircha, a love that was cultivated by her. Without her I would not be the man I am today, she was the first healer in my life and also the one who made me a storyteller. I love you so much, Nanna, may your journey into the beyond be as beautiful as your journey was on this earth.
here is the poem i wrote for the arkestra, and the footage of me reciting it with marshall allen right by my side..... danny thompson dressed me up too!!!!! I performed it originally in berlin, this was the second time in Utrecht at Le Guess Who... We the People of Myths (by your intergalactic soul brother king khan) in realms we all suffer tyrannical lives wrought with pain misery's delights restrain and confine the sick denied medication their minds denied education their children denied initiation our legacy remains in space yet our poor ever bleeding hearts beat stronger as the hunger empowers it is the hunger that empowers as it sees no rescue in sight so we pause and look to the stars every teardrop that twinkles every frankie gone wild in nightly adventures is born a dream is born a light is born a hope that the stars that do twinkle is how our solar saviour communicates with all of us in binary, morse esperanto a message of infinite otherworldly importance lost in the darkness at the speed of light around the rings of saturn there dance the plutonian knights sun ra asked us to whose reality do you belong? are you a myth ? or are you a real sentient being ? capable of loving one and other for it is WE the people of the myths who are drawn to eachother who unite in the heliocentric spectral symphonies who squeeze notes from our instruments like prayers on our knees to neptune and saturn shall we return? For each disharmony in this realm we make sonic splendour for each harmony in this world we inflate our tears till they burst into galaxies of wonder we make these sounds instead of staring into the sun and from this strange place watch the whole world from under tied to this ship for a lifetime in sound in space do we dwell in space aren't we swell? like the leaders do tell SPACE IS HERE TO STAY SPACE IS HEAR TO STAY
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last night..... i saw Lonnie Holley, play his magic atlanta meets africa music of the spheres..... then followed by the Art Ensemble of Chicago who were incredible, afrofuturism in all its splendour and glory.... and then the icing on this musical cake... Jonathan Gat and the Eastern Medecine Singers..... THEY DID RUMBLE!!!!
Letter From Jodorowsky.... I made the Born To Die video as a tribute to Jodo, my spiritual guru.... this was the letter he sent me after seeing the video... written in Spanlish... ¡Muchas, pero muchas gracias King Khan! I liked yours video. Strong and creatif. A big honor for me que hayas dedicado tan bella creaciòn. Un abrazo con alas: Alejandro
Dear Shrines fans.... We need your help.... so our Beloved Ronald Anthony Streeter, 72 year young american percussion player/sweetest human being ever needs a favour.... everytime we try and cross the border to Canada, Ron is denied entry because of a "criminal charge" on his record, now he has lived in germany for the past 40 plus years and we need to figure out what this charge is and if its a mistake or can be expunged.... they never wanna tell us what the charge is at the border, but Ron has no idea what it could be... anyone know how to proceed, or any kind of help would be greatly appreciated... quick update.... it seems there is another ron streeter in chicago who has a bunch of criminal charges which maybe be showing up by mistake on our Ron's name.... hmmmm what can we do.... please help! love King Khan & the Shrines