Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather

Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather
Location
Schoharie County, New York, USA
Birthday
April 03
Title
Owner
Company
Three Barn Farm
Bio
I come from a long line of soothsayers dating back to Roman times known as "Segreto", which means "secret adviser". Salah El-Din Al-Ayubi, "Saladino", (1169-1250), a Trebuchet armed Arab General (cf.: "The Kingdom of Heaven" -the movie) contributed the genes through Grandma Nelli. Life has been interesting. I lived and studied in a Franciscan cult at the estate of Hamilton Fish in Garrison on the Hudson. The Cappuchins practiced an unnatural view of God and sex. They threw me out as soon as they realized I liked girls more than Herman Hesse, or certain men in dresses. Before "bells" came in, I attended the subway institute of dance in New York City until I traded the greaser life for a rubber finger at the US Trust Company, 45 Wall where bankers trade heavily in the tight colorful sweaters which encircle the massive breasts of seductively submissive receptionists. I volunteered for Vietnam and returned from my fog of war shrugging my shoulders like Robert Strange Mac Namarra with ..."Alright, we made some mistakes". Compelled to discover why all the killing, I hyper-focused on Dante and Jesus. In Italy a blinding revelation came to me while in ecstasy in Gubbio during an annual event, "Son you're in depression just go ahead and kill yourself." I'm still here thanks to San Steffano. Another voice came through –"Do that and you will be immersed in papal dung up to your balls listening to your uncle's Kingston Trio albums over and over again for the rest of eternity. I quickly repented and decided to limit myself to a strict regimen of lust and cute goddess face worship hoping to move up a chasm circle. I learned to discern the meaning of academic reliability in all fields except personal finance and human psychology. After graduation, I began my artistic pursuits in welded sculpture in a dismal basement warehouse studio next to a chemicals lab and got burned selling absolutely nothing while amassing thousands of pounds of rusting truck parts. I soon became a tradesman, and eventually became regarded as a skilled artisan in ceramic tile and marble with over two thousand hand crafted projects and the van your father warned you about. Syracuse, Walnut Creek and Berkeley were my playgrounds. Along my path I learned that God is Love, Life, and Truth; One. Could be your one. Could be my one. Could be any body's one. So long as God remains One. Double or triple Gods have difficulty parenting me. They argue. I believe that the Anointed One of Israel, Yeshua, Jesus, is the incarnation of love, life and truth. I believe his death saved me and the revelation of this truth came when I wholeheartedly repented, like Scrooge, of my lost and sinful life. I soon began to experience God's miraculous presence and grace toward me. Been there ever since. While a tradesman in 1989, I was formally ordained by invitation of the United Evangelistic Fellowship, Concord California, while ministering in the prison community in Northern California. Due to the repressed, emotional trauma of severe combat experiences in Viet Nam, the recession of the mid 90's, and being a nice guy, I was incapable of adjusting to the complexities and instabilities of consumer oriented society. I suffered a divorce in 1997. Dissed by family and friends I lived aboard "Mama Mia", my 28' Pearson Triton, and "Emily" , my 35' wooden sloop built in Gossport England in 1946, for the next seven years in San Francisco Bay Area Marinas. There I wrote, rehearsed, prayed and degenerated painfully slowly. I found healing through a combat veteran's recovery group processing deeply buried feelings caused by repressing unspeakable atrocities. I remain open and willing to reconcile with family and friends wherever, and whenever possible. Today, I work at what I love and do best developing my household, music, mosaics and oil painting. I study more and live peacefully with my wife, Denise, a fused glass artist living in our twenty acre mountain farm in Upstate New York. Our friends and tenants are kind, generous, gracious and love one another deeply. They are a gift, and a beacon of peace and the first fruits of a good life. I support any person willing to stand up and speak in an uninhibited sincere voice. I work at being positive, and facilitate workshops in communication education and oil painting promoting creative interdependent interaction among people of all races, creeds, and cultures. Performance art in down-tempo, urban, blues/rock guitar improvisation, and other disciplines are my vehicles for self expression, social interaction, and community enrichment. At the Hotel Utah in San Francisco between 1997 and 2004 I gave over seven hundred consecutive solo performances and scores of ensembles with young upstarts and old timers. Watched new trends, friendships and leaders develop playing a part somewhere in the mix. Lee Mallory, a close friend and noted influence of the late sixties sound, once said, "I guess I'm just a love child". I think that is the best way to describe my associates then and now. My life with all it's trials, struggles and hardships has been a wonder and a blessing. I am happy to be here. I expect I will be even happier to return when my Blessed Lord calls. My web estate, "The Naked Underground", is located at http://jeseppi.blogspot.com/.

DECEMBER 21, 2008 10:32AM

The Naked Underground Defined by the Author

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naked underground is a place

where inspiration revelation and resistance

ebb and flow to create

new waves of ideas

it expresses something

ancient and timeless

but by no means dated

tribal yet without ritual

free but structured

government of naked underground

transcends social norms

eliminating elements which create

pretense and vanity in art

it removes its clothing

unashamed and secure saying

here

this is what i really look like

still wanna play

artists come together

sharing gifts and ideas

publically

unrehearsed

evolving perspectives joining

deconstructing reconstructing

as others watch listen and respond

what is present in the moment

all parts

unedited

true

calling out of the ultra dimensional reality

life

calling into being

what never existed

or will ever exist again

except if you will

in the mind of god

confluent

with what exists in the mind of man

a prophet cries out

give me something to live for

give me something to live for

his pathos hope and confidence

flowing freely

as bass provides a solemn foundation

as rhythm guitar finds a stable mood

as lead explores new tones

as percussion provides the grid

ever changing with each passing beat

with the feel and color of the moment

nothing predetermined

players deciding on the appropriate basic structure

the audience immediately begins to experience

freedom and exhiliration

because what pervades the air

through the interface between temporal and eternal

channeling new energy

coupled with new understanding

is truth

this energy and understanding

is uninterested in repetition unto perfection

neither is it excellent acoustics

perfect microphones

full house

proper pauses

good balance and on

but rather

in the absense of such perfection

new forces struggle for freedom

beyond improvisation

where anarchists

may create rigid paradigms

locked in modal harmony

naked underground is naturally iconoclastic

a frame yes

why square

a canvas yes

why taut

behold the mystery

a perfectly rendered painting

the first and only draft

wonderfully and amazingly whole and complete

studio is a court of law

it's audience is the jury

the free spirit of the audience

remains with naked underground

adding to it what was there originally

from the beginning

in the absense of revision

over time

feel emerges

as ego gives way to outcome

hearing becomes acute

thought and discretion

live in this environment

as new concepts flow from points in time

at microsecond intervals

heard and instantaneously interpreted

each moment produces free ensemble

community without con or uniformity

new tensions arise

completely new dynamics

communal communication

tribal instincts

the environment begins to speak

we are the natives listening to the sounds of nature

and finding in the moment

a sacred sense of position and place

within the whole

being with

never against

listening while expressing

streaming

communing

unity achieved the goal

oneness the gift

 

for naked underground

the rules are brutal

historic accuracy and honesty

standing on a bluff in mendocino

a certain group dynamic in nature exists as well

random yet magnificently defined

sky sea breeze sound

each moment a unique combination of elements

i was there

you can be there too

this is naked underground

- jeseppi trade wildfeather

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this could get interesting.

welcome, jeseppi.