Waking or Dreaming???

 

“Breathing Sculptures” 1964, Robert Comara Gallery, La Cienega, Los Angeles, CA.

You somehow discover that you are God, the Absolute, and you realize that there is only ONE, that everything else is an illusion. after a while, you can’t stand the loneliness, and so, you fall asleep and dream.

In that dream, a whole life passes by. then you wake up. Here I am again. Continue reading

Spotify or Shopify???

EJ Gold & Bill Shatner 1969 — Courtesy Universal Studios.

About Spotify:

what spotify for artists gives you
if you release music on spotify, you can claim your artist profile through spotify for artists. that gives you access to a dashboard where you can edit your bio and images, see listener stats, and pitch new releases for playlist consideration. you can also highlight a track or album with an “artist pick” and feature merch or concert info. Continue reading

Bardo Bus News

A strange thing happened this summer — a band with no history, no gigs, and no traceable members shot up the streaming charts. It called itself The Velvet Sundown, and before long, listeners began to suspect there wasn’t a single living musician behind it. What followed was a glimpse into the near future of music. Continue reading

They Don’t Understand a Word I’m Saying

LED Wishing Candle & Power Base (no flame) — handpainted by ej gold.

When you listen to a song in a language you don’t understand, something extraordinary happens — something that rarely occurs when you already know the meaning of the words. Your mind, relieved of its usual duty to analyze and interpret, begins to listen differently. The words stop being linguistic markers and become pure sound — shapes, rhythms, emotional tones. The human voice, freed from language, becomes an instrument, like a cello or saxophone, carrying meaning through vibration rather than vocabulary. Continue reading

An Essay on Bullies

E.J.Gold painted matchboxes, no two alike, painted to your order, 1 goldback.

Here’s a lesson in blog composition:

“When a big bully dominates the schoolyard, nobody has fun, not even he, but you’d never convince him to change his ways without a punch in the face.

“Unfortunately, although there are plenty of motives and abundant means, there is no opportunity, so that’s not an option.

“Leaving the schoolyard is often the only solution, retreating to the school classrooms for protection.

“But what if the bully also rules the classrooms?” Continue reading

The Diode Earrings

Our band in 1967 at the Whisky a go-go.

Germanium Diode Earrings — Micro Superheterodyne Receivers

Each earring contains a functional germanium diode — the same component that made the earliest crystal radios possible. The diode detects ambient electromagnetic fields, converting invisible radio energy into a measurable response. Sterling silver or 18-karat gold beads serve as both antenna extensions and conductive accents, transforming fine jewelry into an untuned receiver sensitive to the universal radio environment, the universal radio waves that permeate reality. Continue reading

Bardo Station #9

🎧 Bardo Station #9 — The World Edition

E.J. Gold

“All right gang — this one’s special. Bardo Station #9 isn’t just a song, it’s a ride. Think of it as a midnight train that runs between worlds — smoky, half-lit, always slightly off the map. Each stop along the way is another language, another voice of the same soul trying to explain what it feels like to die, remember, laugh about it, and keep going anyway. Continue reading

A Bit of History

A Witch, a Leica, and the Real Serendipity: My 1959 Meeting with Shep Sherbell

It was the summer of 1959, and I’d just climbed aboard a crosstown bus on 125th Street in Manhattan — nothing unusual about that, except for the woman who sat down beside me. She introduced herself within seconds and, without a trace of hesitation, told me she was a witch. Not a “phony witch,” as she put it — a real Wiccan. She said it like she was talking about the weather, and I suppose that was the moment the universe decided to rearrange itself for me. Continue reading