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We realized we needed to emphasize the visual element of our music as Integr8d Soul. Fortunately, we've developed a love of new music that opens up: Dance Covers! Dance Challenges! And we're taking what we're learning, in the month or so I've been noodling on CapCut, to our own videos, so stick around! One thing I love about this tune: produced by Nile Rogers. Yes, the producer behind Bowie's commercial pinnacle LP, Let's Dance, the guy who Walked That Dinosaur, is putting the beat togetehr with a new generation of pop idols.

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

I am a star, once more: Something Not Quite There (live)

Powerless and Helpless, I am made to feel like a child in the dark of night whirling, spinning, cycle of fear Why remove me from security, turning angrily, towards some unknown always hoping to find that which is out my back door I catch a fleeting glimpse of something not quite there class="separator" style="clear: both;">

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

My first friend

My first friend            Here's a song, from Mother's Day, being made from my heart to music by my partner, for my Mom and mothers everywhere.

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Sorry Seems To Be the Hardest Word- Elton John and the Soul Rocket Show

We would LOVE to play this and many other songs at your party or occasion, so look up our reverbnation.com page, our soundcloud under Angela or C Lue Disharoon, or Integr8d Soul and Soul Rocket on Facebook to hear more! WRite us at integr8dsoul.com, too!


Our Elton show can be from half an hour to three sets. Check it out:

Your Song * Crocodile Rock * Rocket Man * Bennie and the Jets * Don't Go Breakin' My Heart * Levon * B*%@$ is Back * Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word * Love Lies Bleeding * Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting * Daniel * Philadelphia Freedom * Don't Let the Sun Go Down ON Me * Candle in the Wind * Tiny Dancer * Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues* Whatever Gets You Through the Night...and many more hits!!

Awesome classic album cuts, many not played by Sir Elton in thirty or more years, like:

Amoreena * Susie (Dramas) * Hercules * I Need You To Turn To * Take Me to the Pilot * Country Comfort * Madman Across the Water* Rotten Peaches* Bad Side of the Moon * Where To Now, St. Peter? * My Father's Gun * Come Down in Time * Captain Fantastic * even more!!!


PLUS a ton of classic covers from rock/ indie rock

and a GREAT ROSTER OF ORIGINALS you will love, with a new EP due out this year!!

So take the Soul Rocket, Man...or just Integr8 Your Soul...but DO get in touch! Peace!!!




Sorry Seems To Be the Hardest Word             Look up Soul Rocket on Facebook; Google site and even integr8dsoul.com to come...please write us if you want us to play your party or occasion!!!  We have a huge Elton John show, another of pop/rock covers, and our own originals...we could do any or all of that!! integr8dsoul@gmail.com

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If you start a drawing right, it goes rather well

Here I've included my under drawings. They set up the rest of the effort. It's much less frustrating when you lay out your major objects. You could practice doing ovals and marking them for eyes, nose and mouths a couple of hundred times.






I'm not saying, don't complete anything in between, but you won't be satisfied with what you come out with until you figure out where everything fits. Feel free to erase it, but as Joe Phillips taught Lue, use the drawing end of the pencil as much as you can!



Marc Kane:

My drawings started out like Cubist or Egyptian drawings: they lacked depth. Occasionally I was making up the anatomy as I went along, because back then it was more trouble getting photographs; we had to pay to develop anything we took, so between that and the film, it wasn't economical, like it can be today if you are fortunate enough to have a camera in your phone (and fortunate enough to have a phone! Many misunderstandings could've been cleared up with a simple text in those days).





When Lue began drawing, he tried imitating other people's drawings first. Now, we know that isn't the best way to progress. You can measure and copy angles, but they are very difficult to put together. He didn't have much confidence because he didn't practice much, and this makes all the difference.




Look at this. Can you see yourself able to draw this? It's not so intimidating, in its simplest form. With time, you can fully realize your drawings, but start with the achievable and discover the possible---in the very place you thought impossible before.---Lyron





You will like what you get more and more if you appreciate every step forward you make. You may not find yourself back at that level when you start the next day, but if you keep drawing you will find yourself advancing again, looking for new challenges.





The under drawing is the part most people leave out.

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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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By the Hermit's Light: a tale of the Dragon's Line

By the Hermit's Light: a tale of Nic and Marc



I'd been rebuilding from the bottom, which for me wasn't too bad a place, really, despite the stakes of my sanity.
 The mind of the one I'd trusted gravitated to fear and denial, taking the incredible plane in which we'd stood and plunging it to Hell. From there, we'd glimpsed the dome of the stars, the opening passages into higher dimensions, and felt the touch of the Creating energy, rushing from the light beyond to suffuse the universe with life and love.  How strange to have that protected space betrayed.

While sailing the oceans south from the Norse lands, Abril, disguised as the Marc Kane, and I, Nicola (also, in my way, disguised) encountered the first island to present the new coming spring. We knew the island from before; there lay the temple of the hero, Inguz, a place where people prayed for fertility in the pagan times now passing. We presented a beautiful girl there a flower, as she had greeted us eagerly and knew quick words to win our trust, though she gave us no name more meaningful than the one she adopted from us, Loose Flower. Even wise Marc Kane seemed to recognize in her, Aife, Abril's sister.  She was lost before she was hardly known.  The Marc Kane will seek always the spirits of those who have traveled beside us.

We'd followed the temple priestess of Inguz (or so we'd assumed; anyone can pose before the entrance of a place considered sacred to its believers) into the observatory built there, unlike any glimpsed in our dark age, and from its pools that reflected the stars, together we unexpectedly found ourselves in the splendorous outer reaches of the human perception of the cosmos. Apparently we activated her dormant powers, and the great snake of Being rose within her, and together we then found ourselves astrally projected into the rim of Creating.

But there proved a fatal flaw.
As we returned to earth, touched by the air and sea, seeming to flow through them with expanded awareness, we found our companion began to spread her power with abandon. While we radiated, maintaining a circuit, she took of our circuit and began using its force.

At first, we meditated to recover, to ground ourselves after the amazement in which we'd played part.  We had made friends there, before, and so had a place to rest.  But in the following days, Loose Flower revealed, bit by bit, her unlocked potential.  She used her bewitchment to make hapless men fall in love with her at every turn, but this enchantment seemed subtle, and not beyond her natural allure, despite the discord that arose in the jealousy of her wake.   Ray---The Marc Kane's brother, and the captain of our expedition--personally broke up a fight twice in one day, once with his sheer intimidating presence, and another, by humbling both men with the force of their own attacks.  They were fortunate Ray of Awen had no desire to harm them, though his temper was sorely pressed.  Only after talking could he clarify the "she" of whom they spoke...that beguiling one, who had presented herself as the priestess.  We'd made note of evolving customs as we made our way south; we presumed some new cult arose in place of the traditional loyalty to Inguz, perhaps the Christ spoken of in Danish lands we'd crossed two years before.

But was her magic weaved so well as to quake the earth itself?  We consulted among ourselves.  We had encountered this before, what ancient scholars might term "a phenomenon."  Ray had theorized -to borrow his Greek word for supposing---the forces beneath the Earth experienced pressure from its mixed layers, perhaps broken below in some way permitting movement.  This fearsome rumbling seemed only incidental to her emergence as a sorceress.  After all, many shamans, priests, had been told to claim power in such omens.  Ray was as ever, the skeptic---he had found many phenomenon carried some explanation unbeknownst to ignorant men.  The Marc Kane, herself, in disguise, had availed herself of such knowledge to broker truces and save lives as she exploited the superstitions we encountered as the Dragon's Line.

Yet the consequence, when we could ignore it no longer the next night, was that our energetic life threads, connecting us ever and pulling us forward through human existence, were being ripped from our bellies. Her misguided use of the power cosmic brought us to our knees. We retreated, unused to being so humbled, our hearts heavy---yet with great fear and rage did she pursue us through the forest, with little respite. Indeed, by our unwillingness to battle with her, peril grew for all.

 Screaming, she took all three of us again onto that plane, with our conscious minds connected to the visionary heights, while our bodies tumbled into the shattering earth, and we three knew by the anxiety that possessed her mind, we were soon for some faceless nether realm.

When I began to understand the betrayal of that one's self-- the habits of a lifetime, filling the air with claustrophobic forms created from the half-shadows and half-truths of a past that was not my own-- I turned to the advice of the Scarlett Dragon No. 9, calling for her intuitive powers.  I had encoded my call to her as "advice at the end of a project."  Knowing our wayward hearts as she did, she saw the truth, unvarnished---just as she had ascertained years before that I was the crown prince of the house Dragonvayne, who some spoke of, in rumors and allusions, as "the wandering royal"  who had discarded the palace to walk among the people of all lands.

 "What have you rushed into?" she asked. With her psychic senses discern the actual danger the Marc Kane and I faced. Our great danger lay in the heights our senses had achieved; yet if we did not find a lantern to reveal our place, our bodies would be lost, and our minds, in between forevers.

Scarlett Dragon number 9's foreboding came by the light of the Hermit, who then took us aside, to gaze upon her glow. The warning was sincere, dire: "abandon all hope, ye who enter her." She advised us a spell, for in our state, we could not think clearly on how to effect our escape and stop this destruction.




That spell, to leave a flower behind in nature and so, to leave behind regret worked furiously in the space of seven days, seven nights. It might have worked better if it had been a rose, but this was the flower that had been meant to symbolize affections, taken in a picture, shown from afar...

It might have worked even better had it been buried, yet that seemed out of place; looking back, it may have been the time spent digging that would allow the love past its time of reflection, without reaching out to the recalcitrant mind that held captive that nobler heart...not bad for a fool in love...two...sometimes three...but we had to acknowledge death, of which we'd long since learned not to fear, though the reach of its specters, the finite nature of her remaining life, tormented the Loose Flower so.

Sure enough, a week after we cast it, I was realizing the powerful Nature imagery, the Sophia or Sakti energy if you will, the powerful vision I'd seen after our mystic experience together across the distance: the woman, goddess or angel or more, who spoke words beyond words, walking towards us all in vision, in the violet light (opening chakra again?) when I focused...
the same power that had surged in me that next morning, the same force that had made me sigh with contentment as I felt myself flowing far away over the ocean, approaching again the coast that is my home...

The elements speak to me again in the night...I feel beautiful, a beautiful man again, I am...when I stopped making it about the Loose Flower and fell in love with the magic, that reassurance and energy that will bring us all we need, reveal all we are...bliss, again. And all I need to do is right about it and I know it was never really gone...just got linked personally to someone in a lot of doubt and fear and anxiety...and when you believe as we do, you know you don't have to be there...even if you have to leave someone there to find their own way out...yes, had to read one last sign, of her fear of us, of her desire for separation, to deal with this power, or have it, on her own. I recall Marc Kane's reply, without sugar coating the hurt and calling her selfishness for its true nature. As she stood stunned before the grid of light that carried our message, we recited the spell to put things at an end.

Three times, we chanted:

We sever our ties to you
Though never would we want to do
So, but we must let you go
It's with pain, constraint, and necessity you know

For our own good
Sorry to be misunderstood
The energy level all wrong
to let things keep moving along

In such an unhealthy way
you'll drain us dry, what we offer, if we stay
So we give the energy to our arts
and in doing so, take back our stolen hearts.

Later this morning, I asked to make amends with her spirit, leaving her mind out of this...and suddenly my imagination and connection to my stories came back on, and I realized, "psychic vampire..."

All I missed about me, and all I gained from opening the senses that first night with her, all merged without need of her participation...and I'm whole again, another change, bursting with light and love once more, and gratified by first your advice, Scarlett (stubborn, forgiving man: sometimes you can not ask a mind to forgive what it cannot understand) and then by the wonderful, telepathic presence, which really truly seemed to be as much your son's idea as your own...and Marc saw the sun in the trees, and I, the Dragon and her child, the hero Inguz..and we felt your love.

I'm better than I was before these things...and now, with peace towards all, it's a world of awareness, after Loose Flower...humbling...exciting...full of gratitude with everyone's mind that touches me, powered by the Hermit's light, at last again upon the path, as we pass outside Time through Mysti Hazel's Garden.


The End... (or the completion of the beginning!)





story Lue Lyron
art, Eric Joy / Dawn Bird

Thanks to Angela for drawing the inspiration for me...and never failing me as my friend...and helping me envision and share this strange story, of magic and the confused mortals that encounter its power, shaped by their intentions.