We made a video for Aetheric Resonance, the first track on my new sound healing record Auric Fields.

I really love this video - big thanks to Phoenix at Cosmic Fire Records for her help and art direction! The nature imagery and colors speak to the intention behind this track and the healing potential of the solfeggio tones at least as eloquently as any description I can come up with using words. If you like it, please "smash that like button" and leave a comment on YouTube.

How does sound healing work?

“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency, and vibration.” - Nikola Tesla

Sound healing uses energy, frequency and vibration to bring the body, mind and emotions back into a natural state of balance and harmony — the state where healing naturally occurs.

In The Magic of Tone and the Art of Music, Dane Rudhyar notes that in both the Bible and Hindu cosmology, the material world is created by sound. These scriptures tell us that God literally spoke the world into being. “Metaphysically, Sound refers to the release of a power that, as it were, precipitates the divine Idea into material, objective manifestation,” Rudhyar writes.

Rudhyar describes sound as a carrier-wave (vibration) that can be employed creatively or destructively, depending on intention (energy)... Continue reading on my Substack page ->

My new sound healing album, Auric Fields is now available on Bandcamp. In fact, there are two versions of the album, one with brainwave entrainment and one without.

The 528 Hz Solfeggio Frequency

The chimes and vocal tones on the record center on the ancient solfeggio tone of 528 Hz. Often called the "miracle frequency," 528 Hz has been extensively studied by both scientists and mystics. Chlorophyll vibrates at this frequency, bees pollinating flowers buzz at or near this frequency, and it is the frequency of light and color at the center of the rainbow. Scientific studies have shown that this tone assists in - and perhaps directly facilitates - DNA healing and repair. It was famously used to purify water in the Gulf of Mexico by John and Nancy Hutchison in 2010 after the Deepwater Horizon oil spill.

The Start of My Life in Music

Child in the backseat, 'bout four or five years
Hank's voice on the radio
             - Lucinda Williams, "Car Wheels on a Gravel Road"

From the beginning, I wanted to make music. The first moment of transcendence I recall in this lifetime happened in the back seat of a 1972 Chevy Vega. We were driving from somewhere far away back to the trailer where we lived in southern Indiana.

I was four or five years old, curled up beneath a blanket in the back seat.

As the black sky rolled by outside the window, I was falling into slumber, lulled by the sound of the wind outside the car and the hum of the tires beneath me. And then.

My stepdad tuned the radio to a Christian gospel radio station. The Chuck Wagon Gang was the group. I heard those ladies singing their hearts out and I could see their harmonies like intertwining filaments of light. Dancing in my mind's eye like angels. Or like how stars would sound if I could hear them.

I was electrified. I was enthralled. I was enraptured. I knew right then that this was what I needed.

A couple years later, we moved to a bigger town in Indiana. My parents got more and more fundamentalist in their Christianity. And more and more distant in their relationship. And before long, the music had drained from our lives.

As a middle schooler I learned that secular music was "of the devil". I couldn't stop loving music, but my parents actively discouraged me from playing the nine-dollar guitar they'd grudgingly bought me at an estate sale. (Thinking, I'm certain, that I would give up my musical dreams once I realized how hard it was to learn to play the guitar without any encouragement or instruction.)

#thankyoupatrons

Since I started my Patreon page in 2016, I've posted 36 songs to my patrons. I've written a lot more music than I've posted, but these are the songs I felt were 'finished enough' to share with the people who care enough about what I do to contribute a few bucks every month.

I'm grateful to be able to count on a little extra cash each month for groceries and guitar strings. But the encouragement and accountability built into this neo-patronage system have been the biggest blessings.

I have a wild, prolific, and wide-ranging imagination. I love making music. I love playing the guitar and singing. I love writing songs. I love recording songs. I love the music production side of things, learning how to capture the sounds I'm hearing in my head and translate them into audible frequencies.

What has traditionally been a challenge for me is finishing songs and setting them free into the world.

Just knowing that a dozen or so people dig me and what I'm doing enough to show up with $5 or $10 every month has motivated me to finish work at a rate that is semi-astounding to me.

A Dirty Dozen - DK Tracks

Some singer-songwriter acoustic stuff, a handful of ambient live-looping tracks, a few devotional numbers, a crazy kid song I produced during a visit to my daughter's fourth grade class, and a recent Grateful Dead cover...#thankyoupatrons

It's Father's Day. It bugs me that I have to even think about my kids doing "Code Red" drills at school, preparing for the day a shooter might walk in and take out his anger on a bunch of innocent children. After the Parkland shooting in February, I started thinking about all of the pro-gun slogans I heard on endless repeat growing up. This little ode to America's love affair with guns is what came out.

I originally performed this version of the piece on Facebook Live on Sunday, June 3. This video is a couple minutes shorter with added infographics showing how our society's obsession with "the right to bear arms" affects women, children and black people.

And, for the record, as a Galactic citizen with an Earth visa, I am not a Democrat. And I'm certainly not a Republican. But I would love to hear one right-wing nut job try to convince me that it was the intent of the authors of the Second Amendment to protect the rights of 20-year-old white boys with daddy issues and a headful of Zoloft or Paxil to buy semi-automatic rifles at Walmart or the traveling gun fair. These weapons were developed to enable soldiers to kill as many people as possible in as short a time as possible.

Sell the kid a top-loading musket - I'm OK with that, see?