So, You Bought Yourself A Band, Addendum

"Oh! What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive"

~ Sir Walter Scott

Well, Nemesis said to herself, this is winding up in spectacular fashion!

First, there was one website.

Then, this original website suddenly pointed to a Wikipedia article, and no one could find out about tour dates or order tickets.

And then, suddenly, there were two websites, neither of which were interactive. “Members” on one site were photoshopped in, as the “fired,” “DNA” member was replaced first by one, then another person, thus saving the cost of another photo shoot. Classy! It almost looked as though the third third-wheel had been decapitated.

The newer website had to be called “official,” as to distinguish itself from the original official website, which had morphed into the site of a new production company, that has, most recently, sprouted a copycat TOUR.

Yes, and it was then that the familiar trademark was used to advertise an alternative tour, a west coast tour that ironically includes a gig in Brooklyn, N.Y.

Oh, my! Oh, my!

Did the official ones know about the unofficial “tour”?

Can you say trademark infringement?

But, is that what this is? One signatory against another signatory… Evidently, this can only be unraveled in the courts!

The “Keeping the Music Alive Tour” should probably be renamed.

The “Keeping Our Attorneys Paid Tour” seems just about right…

That's Entertainment!

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updated 7/16/2019


The case:

https://www.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.cacd.750924/gov.uscourts.cacd.750924.5.0.pdf


The first part of the story, in case you missed it:

https://songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com/2017/08/so-you-bought-yourself-band.html

The second part of the story, in case you missed that:

https://songsofasouljourney.blogspot.com/2019/03/so-you-bought-yourself-band-redux.html

On a Bridge, Overlooking an Endless River

Evening digresses, as it will, into sleep and rest and dreaming. And in those moments before sleep overtakes me, I wonder, both at the life I have known, and the one I have yet to meet.

For the most part, I know that what has been, what is, and what will be is a continuous celebration, one whose venues and themes shift to match whatever moment passes through a window called now. The situations are all the same, but the current that runs through them is very like a river flowing under a bridge—the bridge may stay the same from one moment to the next, but the water flowing under it is always new.

I suppose that what astonishes me the most, as I look over my shoulder, standing on my bridge as a bundle of sensations and experiences collected through that portal called now—at least the now that stretches from this moment back beyond 50 years to those moments when my body formed and waited for my soul to enter—is how much my life has been dedicated to the various arts that have washed over me and sifted through my hands, my heart, my soul, and through my expressions of being and doing.

For so it is that I have been, for as long as I can remember, held tightly in the web of the Muses. I know that this is so because whenever I have tried to venture away, it was only to be firmly led back to that consciousness or source that persists in the realm of audiovisual sensation, thought and action that I know to flow within a river of muses. The only choice is to engage with this river of expression, and yet the river offers endless choice.

Perhaps this realization only means that the living of life is a river through which all actions and sensations, all waking thoughts and dreams flow all expressions are indeed art, whether they result in form or are “successful” experiments or not.

As I fade into the refreshment of sleep this day, I know that I will dream about something that will touch my life, or yours, as the river flows on, carrying everything onward in celebration.

Flow on in beauty, sweet river.

Flow through the songs of my soul and the work of my hands. And when it is my time, carry me into the onward.