Comments for Christen Lien

Comment on Love Letters to Oaxaca: Museo Del Ferrocarril by linda wolf

linda wolf — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 03:51:02 +0000

oh these words
remind me of my love for mexico
started when I was nine and fell in love with a 11 year old boy on horseback on the beach in Encinada.
I can just feel the time you must have had, christen.
and what a wonderful friend you made
and the artists and the art
and the artists and where they do art
so communal
I loved Oaxaca. I can’t wait to go back there myself.
I am itching to get back to Mexico – april is my month there. xoxox for your blog. And can’t wait to see you soon. Love linda

Comment on The New Bass Guitar by Scotty X

Scotty X — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 07:42:18 +0000

oooooh – I love that bass !!!!!

Comment on La Succora by Carl Robinson

Carl Robinson — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 18:02:06 +0000

This track(among others) brought me ta deep thought and reflection of a time that was very crazy for me. Thought I would share this with you to paint a picture.

"I’m psychologically diagnosed w/ a mental illness, schizo effective, up in tha hospital being drugged up by the medics, baby on tha way, todays a good day ta die, cause I swear I seen the devils face when i closed my eyes, almost started believing the lies about the end of the world, losing my faith, plus my friends and my girl, motivated ta hide my face cause I couldn’t take the pressure, see stress be a trigger not the burner on tha dresser, paranoia invading my sphere, that’s what brought me here, on this dark lonely road pullin’ out my hair, a grown man shedding tears, tryin ta escape from the madness livin in fear, my life style got me looking through the rear view, thats what fear do, afraid ta move forward gotta ignore it and steer through, a simple obstacle, blurring up ya optical, so now I envision myself chilling in something tropical."

Comment on Helixa by jason

jason — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 04:33:55 +0000

ahab on the decks, searching for his whale,
or perhaps
beowulf at his end, approaching the lair of the dragon
but I think
perhaps
for me
it is
Christ in the garden
praying
knowing that Judas will soon arrive

Comment on Battle Cry by anand yogendra "yogi"

anand yogendra "yogi" — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 00:50:12 +0000

it’s not an uncomfortable feeling except in the sense that it creates anticipation…..

Comment on 15 Aftermaths by anand yogendra "yogi"

anand yogendra "yogi" — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 21:57:15 +0000

I cannot agree more with Tim (above): this is perfect; i defy anyone to improve it……takes me to a night i spent in Czechoslovakia (in the 70′s) with the Gypsies, and another i spent in Konya with the Sufis…..

Comment on La Succora by anand yogendra "yogi"

anand yogendra "yogi" — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 21:47:04 +0000

also there is something very Sufi about your music, a lot of it, Christen; it makes me want to turn in the desert with the Sufis….

Comment on La Succora by anand yogendra "yogi"

anand yogendra "yogi" — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 21:43:47 +0000

I have always wanted to be this woman "who stealthily helps from the shadows"……the healer who stays in the shadows and her recipients may never know she was even involved—the woman who helps/heal not because she wants anything for it, but because she must, out of her very being, her heart, because she is a bodhisattva….maybe it was partly because i was still in love with the description/definition you have written here, but i think your Sucorra music reaches down into the subconscious where the woman/man/helper archetype resides: after a finger points the way, your music brings me face to face with this woman helper… this is very beautiful, very appealing…..all the good things……

Comment on Unabi by Christen

Christen — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 22:55:42 +0000

Candice, beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing this inspiration, I’m so grateful. Epic, haunting, honest. You rock.

Comment on Unabi by candice lore

candice lore — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 07:10:18 +0000

I don’t resist them anymore. She comes to me, with eyes like a small child in want, but with a soul that has been waiting 100 years in the earth. She brings with her, a generation. A peoples, some who have come in droves, others, who straggle. They pound on my door, begging me. Give us our voice! Give us justice! Give us deliverance! Look, look what we have planned while everyone has slept for years…. we watch you spend your life on such trivial things. Distractions. They’re all distractions – to keep you from hearing us just beneath the river…. I kneel down to notice this river. It is filled with the tears of all the people. Generations and centuries of tears, running through the land, giving life to the trees, the animals near by, the flowers that bloom each spring and just beneath the reflection of this earth, there they all are. Shouting. I can hear them, I can feel them. They do not waiver for they know the truth that hides beneath the curtain…and their tears are the life support to this world— an IV of hope and yet I, the cell of cancer still remains.