New Dawning of Darkened Days
Battlefields clearing essence of light-transference
We may not always understand the path before us or the shadows we encounter, transmuting thought on microscopic levels or grandiose as a thunderous storm. Here is a short story about such an event.
Oljita enters the studio, where the Mofo Bros create new beginnings for self and those who come to listen. Instantly, Oljita is met with a large unfamiliar force. Looking to Mo, maybe it is Fo, still unsure who is who, “something is different today. Are you feeling this?”
Affirming the feeling as the two band-mates begin to ride the waves, jibing and battling darkness with light. Fo could be Mo, begins the riff-off, lighting up the slide and transferring to thundering bass.
Mo and Oljita are lost in this new vibration, unable to translate songs coming through.
Riding on the wings of Fo’s awakened spirit, allowing the music to carry them all away, drifting off into a lighted field, lifting them into the cosmic, knowing that this is the new way it will be. Mo and Oljita fuse with this harmonious melody, supporting Fo’s transition into light transference.
Hours pass, like seconds passing in the blink of an eye, with mysterious harmonica sounds coming through amps and acoustics standing by. Oljita looks towards Fo, no harmonica in place, turning to Mo with a welcoming smile — Mo returns the gratitude for this wave of healing light.
“Here we go,” the feeling ‘in tune’ shared by Mo and Oljita. Maestro Fo starts slow, answered electric blasting of Mo’s fingertips, expanding Oljita’s heart song, carrying him to Mongolia’s hills of ceremonial battlegrounds. Deep bellowing of Dragon’s breath, lighting the chords, breathing out a throat song of ancient times, sounds they have never heard before fill the room.
With sounds of Alash and HU filling the electrical tune, stomping out any residual demons left behind at last encounter, darkened shadows inviting more light into studio walls.
Outside, taking a needed break, Fo looks dazed and confused whilst Mo and Oljita are all smiles — filled with gratitude for bathing sunshine and full-spectrum healing of cosmic light. They puff away third person singular, giving thanks, with wheels spinning as to what comes next.
~ Ani Po
Mo and Fo are band names of the MoFo Bros, a two man band who play suitcase drums, guitars and other percussion to create a sound of a ten piece band. The standing joke is who is Mo and who is Fo. Left for the audience to decide.
Oljita is a healer who is able to walk in and out of realities, connecting missing dots to unanswered story-lines.
Thank you Woodworkers of the World Unite for housing this story of works and wonder.
