Fill the vessel, empty the vessel.
From our hearts and our words and our minds, we open ourselves to Goddess
We give thanks to the Earth and to the Water, to the Air and to the Fire
We contemplate the space we dance in, and those who dance with us
Fill the vessel, empty the vessel
Fill the vessel, empty the vessel
Fill the vessel, empty the vessel
And we give thanks
In a cold dark space where the sun moves West
She’s the one we love the best
And the rain’s comin’ down on the sunny coast
So the DJ
DJ
Not to be confused with “musician” or “talented artist”; plays music by inserting small hydrocarbon disc in digital player or analog turntable; manipulates sound and media in alledged “performance” of music, often using a laptop or other pre-recorded source; post-millenium equivalent of drugged-out rock star, but cooler and with better drugs; most musicians are envious of the DJ because he actually makes a living while they still deliver pizza or work at the music store; gets more chicks than drummers
’s the one she loves the most
© 2005 Tim Rideout. Prayer of invocation from Santa Fe, New Mexico. Author unknown.
