Cease ill raps

A story that begins with with an infant crib, and takes you west to California: it's "Tracks." We're working on some very-different-for-us music this fall. Heading into winter, we're breaking out this Akai MK II keyboard interface, as well as working on my guitar dubs and continuing to make beats.
If you ever went from secretly wanting to do something to full-blown-out-in-the-open doing it, this song's for you.

This song's a companion to one written in Cali, "Changeless." After I showed her this song, Marc Kane borrowed a variation on the beat, which you hear, there.

Those Hours by Integr8d Soul

We've got to put in those hours

We’ve got to put in those hours, those hours those hours so we can save what’s ours, all ours, all ours Time that we work so hard, so they can build those towers But I still love you, this dream is ours, all ours You know the way I fell, the way I feel, touch you for hours Here are we, day before, our first kiss Came unexpectedly, under a sign you won’t miss You’re beautiful, looking up for it, angel, I’ll take you above It’s my joy to be good to you, someone is falling in love All of the sacrifice, transcendence has never been cheap though it’s free- all the beans and rice- here’s my hand, together we’ll leap We’ve got to put in those hours, those hours those hours so we can save what’s ours, all ours, all ours Time that we work so hard, so they can build those towers But I still love you, this dream is ours, all ours You know the way I fell, the way I feel, touch you for hours Coffee and love, midnights we’ll have sometimes Journey with you, this and other worlds, map it with magic rhymes Just became friends, laughing at me, becoming one, effortlessly Mornings we must rise, for this world to share I gaze and tickle you, while I stroke your hair We’ve got to put in those hours, those hours those hours so we can save what’s ours, all ours, all ours Time that we work so hard, yes they can build those towers But I still love you, this dream is ours, all ours You know the way I fell, the way I feel, touch you for hours 2/1/22 Lue

How do I draw from just my imagination?

Here are two approaches to drawing: Make something as much like an image from life as possible, and Make something that doesn’t exist outside of imagination.

Here is The Marc Kane, with an old sketch of us with our friend Jamison, the first day we ever hung out.
There were no pictures, but she had a strong picture in her mind. She uses realistic elements, but an imaginative style (1998), drawn from her vision.

Here's a still life nature drawing that uses mostly elements as they were layed out to my eye, and some arranged by my imagination.

Now, cartoonists often use an approach that works down the middle. They draw often simplified versions of real things, like cars, trees, animals, and might merge them with images that are not entirely realistic.

It’s a matter of style.
If you want a photo-realistic style, work from still life and photographs. Your question, however, suggests you’d like to try something without reference.

Sometimes, a masterful vision involves a perspective that is very difficult to attain or pose. The first one is Lewis Trondheim, illustrating Poppies of Iraq.
Jim Steranko, Steve Ditko, Paul Smith, Peter Max...I'm trying to remember who did the William Carlos Williams tribute...it's driving me nuts. I'll include Renoir, here, an Impressionist who used oil to make the color impression, used depth...but did not slavishly limit things in lines. Real people and flowers don't have thick lines around them at their limits, after all.

Depending on the story, or your tastes in portraits, you might like one of these over the other:


This last one, Rackham, drew things purely from imagination. INspired somewhat by nature, but super-normal, as Mattheson once put it.

You really have to ask yourself 'what's my purpose, this time out?' Sometimes, you are simply out to discover what's inside. In that case, decide how you feel about it later. What are you asking of your vision: what's your vision look like? Developing that sense of inner vision is the ultimate creative goal.

Do you want something never seen in real life? Mojo here, an Arthur Adams visual design, is an exaggeration of feelings we know all too well: what does his face tell you? What kind of world do you think he inhabits?

Yildiray Cinar, here, illustrates something unreal, but lights and crafts it in a way that lets it exist powerfully within its own reality.

Youka here, by me, was inspired by a real person. I wanted to express her warmth. I used a photograph- but she also represents a fictional character of mine.
Now this pencil drawing, including a mirror image, was inspired by real life model Max Wasa and her love of Dr. Who. But the vision came from my head, rather than copying a photo of anything.

Here, Emmryza DAwn, who you can find under the name, The Marc Kane, used a small book to sketch this image based on real life, but drawn from her vision- from purely her imagination. She is much stronger at this quality, in my opinion, than I. I can capture many loving details, but I never get to draw long enough to really develop an ability that comes naturally to her. It's a self-imposed, or predisposed, limitation.


HEre is a still life. I didn't use a medium I could erase, and my figure moved quite a bit. You can still get a sense of the real person.

This was made with no planning, really, to go in a Christmas card. NO photo reference, but, the style was done to evoke an effect (funny, I hope).


I will be honest with you: reference is great. IF you want to draw a real person or object, it’s best to start with basic layout, a stick-figure type underpinning, then add details. You might even make a cartoony style to represent these things, in which case you change details such as proportions. Mastery of realistic anatomy is a great start to drawing perspectives that seem to bend the rules.

When you say you ‘can’t draw without reference,’ what you literally mean is, you don’t like the results. They don’t satisfy your need to represent the subject in question.
So my advice is two-fold:
1. Learn to like what you make up from your head. Don’t expect it to be completely realistic. Let art take you on a journey: discover your imagination. Let your art represent things that have never been, in styles we don’t see in day-to-day life.
2. If you are still getting the basics down and want the option of being realistic, nothing replaces a good book like, Bridgeman’s anatomy guides, or a book by Burne Hogarth, or some other classicist. (Classicists are people who draw with realism in mind, primarily. Experientalists are on the opposite side of the wheel: they want to express states of mind and emotions, fantasies of form.) Practice drawing body parts with classic style; practice shading solid objects. There’s no replacement for practice, when it comes to producing these things from your mind. Conversely, there is no substitute for letting your mind flow- let go of the need to match a realistic standard and discover how to express yourself in your own style. I really recommend looking at ARt History and seeing the different approaches. You will see how artists uncovered secrets of perspective, especially in statuary, long ago- yet new movements arose that represented reality with different values than solid realism.

Be Chill, Cease ill

A gentle one: It Can Be Like That (a love story)

“It Can Be Like That”

AS I think of you, falling asleep
there’s not much in my many memories to keep
me from waking you with the gentlest touch
and sweeping you up when the feeling’s so much
and it’s lately been that way
just like an early day

I’d give up gladly anything that I own
for a glimpse of your face, I might take out my phone
pictured there on my arm with an angel-like charm
for you’ve earned peaceful sleep
but I’m raptured so deep

when we sing together, cling together
It can be like that
and what years that we know, and what wrinkles may grow
if we keep this fine art, of our love from the start
It can be like that.
It can always be like that.

When I see young love in the making anew
and I hear of whispered words that will ever be true
I see them in the hearts of the lucky ones old
who hold hands and hang on when the years become gold
for it’s all the same
never end this game

For there’s days, many days, that pass in our eyes
and should time make them dim, here’s a word to the wise:
that the first flush of feeling that you find so appealing
needs permanent room
hidden safe from the gloom

and just walk together, talk together
it can be like that
and what years that we know, and what wrinkles may grow
if we keep this fine art, of our love from the start
It can be like that.
It can always be like that.

And it’s heart felt to say, I’m not that kind of man
who can never be found when he finds a new plan
when you’ve got to get a grip, reach for that same hand
for like fingerprints, the pattern remains
even after pitter-patter, and so much for our brains

Over seas together, please together,
no I’ll never complain
If we cling together, sing together
unbroken ring together
long as the sun reflects on the moon
and deep as midnight, yet brighter than noon
when we walk together, talk together
it can be like that
we return like spring and everything
I ever loved in you
it stays on my mind
and we’ll always find
it can be like that

it’s our fling, together, wings together
that’s how we’ll fly
when we love together, love forever
across the sky
and we’ll cry together, why together
we could smile
of our love forever, love together
it can be like that

It can always be like that.
7/14/17 3:39 am Cecil Disharoon, Jr.

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Flying in Dreams: Integr8d Soul's Drifter (Skyward) by C Lue

I never plan to write a song, you know?


Drifter (Skyward)

I stopped to say good bye to a recent friend we’d made
we took a book of Batgirl comics, which on her bed she laid
her dreams of knowledge started, her things moved in the castle
it’s time to leave the castle now, so was it worth the hassle?

I went out to the flying craft, gave everyone a wave at length
it’d be so quick to pilot home, hang on and use my arm’s strength
and then I pushed the throttle forward, wheels rushed off the ground
then floating a-bove I waved at the students all around

Enough of all this scenery, and back to my machinery
I drifted to my next goodbye, he wasn’t one for hugs
but he’d seemed a friend so good enough we’d talk of Italy
I raised my machine high enough to stay above the trees

Drifter leaning skyward
it’s beautiful, you can take my word
you feel surrounding elements, you are so unprotected
but we just might fly to everywhere if we can stay connected

And there below inside the park, I saw you my best friend
playing ball with a child and family she lifted up her chin
I guided down my drifter to four point alight below
and I asked have you seen everyone I know it’s time to go
You said I wish we’d stayed to be the graduation ceremony
I knew you meant you hope it pays that a bachelor’s work’s not phony
we’d have a few hours to glide, we shouldn’t plan our stops
we might not make them all in time, then our friends might call the cops

to see if we had crashed in our dream drifter headed east
perhaps we’ll just surprise someone if we communicate the least
it’d keep us off the Internet, it’s too much information
when our dream’s to launch our flyer and glide all over the nation

Drifter leaning skyward
it’s beautiful, you can take my word
you feel surrounding elements, you are so unprotected
but we just might fly to everywhere if we can stay connected

So hang on to my drifter, and our wings will catch the wind
I can’t promise riches, places we won’t see again
and I hope the flight is worthy, for it’s cost me everything
but my time, and that, I’ll pay to climb on hopeful, steady wings

we’ll leave the campus quickly, once we push the throttle down
and we might need jobs that aren’t so much, we might need other towns
but where we go, we’ll always talk, and speed to skies above
so long as this craft can hold up, invention spreads the love

We fly with ease within our dreams, without a fear of heights
in this drifter we will travel light, above the city nights
some might want to fly like us, a few might help the way
we can make ground life more bearable, though misery might stay

The weather in this drifter may make travel incomplete
repairs require honesty and dollars that compete

Drifter leaning skyward
it’s beautiful, don’t just take my word
we feel surrounding elements, we are so unprotected
but we just might fly to everywhere if we can stay connected

Flyers high within our minds, in vivid dream’s pretend
but I know what’s real and beautiful, is making one best friend
Drifter bracing skyways
navigate the by-ways
soaring over high-ways
floating high again

Drifter bracing skyways
navigate the by-ways
soaring over high-ways
floating high again Cecil Disharoon/ Lue Lyron 8/23 11:05am

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In Disguise demo

Quick demo of the rhythm and melody for "In Disguise" written with A. Lyons and Scarlett Dragon no. 9.

Dig it? Look for Integr8d Soul on Stage It. com and Ustream. Home concerts, videos, so on... if you want to book us, we're on reverbnation.com, too, as well as Facebook.

It was fun!


Best, Lue

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Highwayman

by request

Live video from your iPhone using Ustream


Had fun? Give us a shot on both UStream and our Stage It .com concerts. We really appreciate every pair of ears-----your friend C Lue

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World set: Another online venue for Integr8d Soul: UStream

World song set, by Lue Lyron





Whole World Seas

Free of the Fallen World

Build a Star World


Free of the Fallen World came from a draft of the script for a chapter of big screen sized story that tested my novel's plot with a complement of Marvel's Defenders super heroes included alongside characters from TRANZ. I imagined how my friend Holt might perceive the situation if he were thrown into this and wrote the perceptions. I think strong supporting characters can connect a reader to the visceral experience of being in the midst of the Marvel Universe itself (handy if they ever want a DR STRANGE or DEFENDERS movie script from me, right? LOL)

I read the words from the pad written the night or two before, and played along, and recorded exactly what first came out. Here, I try to remember it! I've since recovered that note pad.

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Integr8d Soul Phones Home

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New song for the oldest land (it's getting dark)

Dear Future,

A Little Spiritual Light

Free of the Fallen World

Say What I Like


Two Left Hands

In the Best of Days

Plea to Merlin








1st Teaser, by Smorg


bonus:

2 Left Hands

new arrangement, demoed by Lyron



At least one more bonus track in mind. Then, follow up garage effort with EP concentrating on a smaller cycle, perhaps. We'll see, won't we?

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Improvised music by Integr8d Soul

It Worx Out (Incredible, improvised lyrics by the Marc Kane copyright 2009 Mysti Hazel's Garden Music


You only choose what you do and not do

http://www.myspace.com/video/integr8dsoul/it-works-out/55824366


You know, too, 'cause you'd feel me
just close your eyes and let it be
You can see through my eyes, too

I know how it feels
to be you



words written for Sgt. Steve Holt in "Free of the Fallen World" and
song improvised by C Lue Lyron

Until human kind can harness
the energy to follow
our imaginations
to any place or time we can feel
Our open minds will tear the world apart
until we utilize the energies
---really make the full consensus reality

Our cosmic solutions
with complete freedom to choose
will be limited by the fallen world
but if ...it's coming now the dormant cycles



For everyone must be
infinitely free


San Diego

The Disharoons | Myspace Video
Improvised San Diego (instrumental)
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http://www.myspace.com/disharoons/videos/san-diego/57768270

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Whatever Knows Fear...

The macabre Man-Thing.

My take on the Man-Thing, in pencils.


In the early '70s, most comic book writers were content to churn out insular, out-of-touch tales about the superheroes they worshipped in their childhoods. But when Gerber was first assigned a lemon of a book—Man-Thing, about a pile of sentient swamp ooze with a carrot for a nose—it didn't take long for him to turn it into freaky lemonade. He wanted to use comics to write about the real world, and, living in Hell's Kitchen, he was obsessed with landlords, slums, and moving to another city. In his books, El Gato was lord of the cats on the Lower East Side, welfare mothers ate dog food, and a black financier turned self-loathing racist founded the white supremacist cult Sons of the Serpent. He delighted in sneaky juvenile wordplay—for part of his run on Man-Thing the book was called Giant Size Man-Thing; and one of his later creations, known as the Black Hole, would activate his supersuction powers to a caption trumpeting, "The Black Hole sucks!"---Grady Hendrix, Slate

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Dear Future

with some harmonica overdubs, too. Ready to move to the next level of audio fidelity. WELCOME to our songs!! Lue Lyron

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The Key (music)

Painting by Eric Cooper "Luna Moth"

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Vado Bujinka

Our dear friend was travelling out of the country for a few weeks to study. I started a fantasy story to entertain her a spell against homesickness.

All this time later, the character, who I was mulling over for a guest spot in another untold tale, pops into my noggin when I ran across a drawing challenge: draw your favorite Sword & Sorcery character!




















A Half Moon genesis.










Here, I'm inking one level at a time: the thickest fills come from one end of my Copic Pen 100. Then I break out the Microns, and lay in the bottom lines that remain with my .7, then some fine details with the .03, then the .5 to fill the rest.






After that, I white out mistakes and redraw them. I need a less cruddy white out, so when the free stuff runs out I'm going to experiment with finding recommended brands.





So, with her science fiction trappings mixed with tribal magic and myth (and a healthy dose of R.E. Howard adapted by Roy Thomas in Conan the Barbarian), Vado (VAH-doh) insisted I employ my modest skills to her definition.

So here we are: over an hour penciling, then that again, maybe more, inking and photographing and head scratching. Truthfully, this is still but a beginning.

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