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

Numb or Just Dumb?

The Numbness of the Age

You’d think that seeing part of the White House torn open — walls ripped away, floors exposed to the cold air — would wake people up.
But it hasn’t.
The nation just scrolls past the wreckage, eyes glazed, fingers flicking from one catastrophe to the next. Continue reading

New U.S. Capital?

They’re demolishing the white house now, ’cause Emperor Donald wants it done. my thought is that he needs no permission to destroy, but he might not get a permit and a budget to rebuild, and if he does get a building permit, he might be driven crazy by the noise of heavy construction and carpenters everywhere.

Under those conditions, it’s just gonna be too noisy to live there, so why not move the Capital down to Mar-a-Lago? Continue reading