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Updated: Feb 7, 2023


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Field Notes from Diamonds Hadder: On the topic of Zabble and Skylark and the discovery of Medlins hidden door in the lower level of Kilwaughter.


(Master Medlin has died and Zabble and skylark make for the lower level of the castle.)


Zabble, the new keeper, wandered the castle hallways clutching Medlins puzzle medallion that now graced his neck. There was a somber feeling that hung in the halls of Kilwaughter,.. aside from the various portraits of medlin of course… it’s master was dead.. a few magic books followed Zabble the best they could although they seemed to be lost and moving differently.. frantic a bit… bumping into each other.. books without their master.. like the spells that kept them at peace were unraveling.. Zabble was rather deliberate in his footsteps with skylark close behind as well.. she occasionally jumped as a book or two leapt from a shelf or window ledge and opened on the floor.. the pages vibrating and making a rather awful rattling sound. A slight Bokonion mist filled the hallways.. carried in from the outside as winter approached and the warm Klipso ponds lifted to met the cold and drifted in from the outside. They too were searching for their dead master… morning his loss. Dim firelight flickered on the walls as they walked for what seemed like forever.. passing various portraits of Medlin along the way, portraits that mysteriously started showing up in the hallways last winter, one of Medlins final acts he supposed.. they shifted and scrapped the walls as Zabble walked past.. he thought maybe the wind of his movement was rattling them.. he stopped and stared a moment at one, it was almost lifelike, “Is that you master” he spoke, his voice echoing down the hall.. “ .. “you master… you master.. you master” there was a moment of silence as Zabble awaited some sign or response from the portrait.. but nothing came… skylark groaned a little and turned her head to the side.. as if she saw something or sensed something in the portrait that Zabble could not see.. she made a strange groan as though she was saying something to someone. Zabble seemed frustrated, the notion a Fanglor could see something he couldn’t.. hmmm.. he made a little “grumble grumble” himself, and huffed and puffed a little…. He then walked closer to the portrait.. very close and softly whispered.. “I know your there master… I hope your having fun at my expense.. and that your ok.” His voice echoed down the hall “ok… ok.. ok..” Zabble smirked and turned to skylark, “let’s go girl.”

They continued spiraling down each level of the castle until they finally came upon a very familiar candleholder….. a candle holder Zabble knew all to well in a place he was forbidden to go.. Medlin was very protective of this part of the castle.. it was indeed under a spell.. a visionary spell that hid it from wanderers.. or seekers.. or nosey wizards.. Zabble once became a little to inquisitive and tried to investigate where Medlin was spending all his time… he quietly followed him one morning down into the lower levels of the castle.. sneaking behind him keeping to the shadows… not exactly the quiet type is that Zabble.. but as soon as he starting thinking he was all so clever.. laughing inside at Medlin for being so stupid, followed by a clumsy wizard.. he soon found himself wandering in circles… he placed a mark on a candleholder.. and kept walking and soon after a few minutes of walking he came upon the same candleholder bearing the same mark… no doors.. no turns.. no Medlin, he soon realized that Medlin had outsmarted him with a tricky Placement spell. Placement spells are simple mind spells that confuse a person and keep them from seeing things, it alters the perception of place and direction, it falls in the controller category of spells.. volume 1 of Harkins bible of spells.. child’s play to cast, but not so child’s play to unravel.. and it can be quite powerful, even making a person walk off a ledge if you wanted such a thing. In this case it was quite harmless.. just a little misdirection. There’s a spell for every thing you could ever want. “A good wizard is well read and undead.”, Medlin would say.

On this day though.. while Medlin lay forever quiet in his upper bed chambers above the castle.. Zabble was not walking in circles… just past the candle holder that still wore his mark.. he came upon a small spiral stairwell.. how bizarre that he never saw it before. The stones were black and shiny almost like glass.. they seemed rather unique and were obviously carried here from somewhere off the grounds.. He had never seen rocks quite like this. He touched them and rubbed his temple.. pondering what they were and where they came from. A thought for another day perhaps. The mist from the Klipso ponds had followed him to this point as well.. it spilled down the stairs in a beautiful display.. like a smoky waterfall to a hidden pool. It was to dark to see where they led.. so without to much thought they continued on down the stairwell… into the misty pool of fog.. At the base of the stairs was a flat polished mirror stone….. it was a bit dirty with an obvious dulled and worn area indicating its frequent use.. it led to a black marbled wall graced by a single door dressed in 2 black granite steps. A strange door… the wood on this door seemed not of the place, it was very old.. perhaps carried from the same area that the polish black stone came from.. the door had an area that looked as though it aged differently from the rest of the wood.. as though the door had something attached to it at one time, weathered differently.. a distressed color shift in the form of letters or numbers it appeared.. it was to hard to make out.. it could have been symbols as well… symbols perhaps that might be explained beyond the door itself. Suddenly Zabble felt a warm sensation on his chest… the medallion.. it was vibrating.. and buzzing slightly.. like it was speaking to him. He reached for it and pulled it out from his cloak.. holding it closer to the door.. as he did it began making strange clicking noises.. tiny gears and sprockets we’re turning and unraveling until it cracked open once again.. but now the red glow of the key spilled out onto the door… from the red glow of the key the letters that once graced the door could be seen again. “408”, another of Medlins visionary spells I suppose… 3 is the universal law of magic.. it’s a long story but all things of the earth revolve around the law of thirds.. it’s unclear why… but “3” as we understand the concept is woven into all spells… there seems to be a balance in 3rds that is written in the very DNA of this universe.. it’s fitting that the door is 3 numbers, “Three numbers in a row and not another more”… as Medlin would often say. It’s obvious this is a magic place, and that Medlin put these numbers on the door. A small keyhole also graced the door.. hidden until now, it seems to have appeared in the red glow of the key as well. Zabble looked a skylark who seemed bored and ready to continue on… he smiled and rubbed her head, “you ready girl” it takes a lot to excite lord Zabble… his eyes were sparkling in the red glow of the key.. a crazy wizard look on his face.. and an inquisitive grin danced on his lips. Skylark grumbled at his look, confused but eager to follow along. He turned and placed the key to the hole… and a loud crack was heard.. a thunderous boom.. like the sound of a giant clock gear winding and turning.. metal teeth banging into one and other in a complicated but perfect harmony… not like the delicate and unknown magic of the key, but more of a tinkering wizards mechanism. Then the door cracked open in a thump.. both Zabble and skylark jumped back… it was a bit startling. From the crack A few magic books ran from the room out into the hallway.. Klipso fog which by now was waist deep and settled on the black polished floor seeped into the room through the now cracked door… a strange knocking sound could be heard through the crack.. like wood banging together.. but not in a rhythm.. more frantic and random.. and it seemed to move inside the room.. Zabble turned to skylark, who now was pleasantly more focused on her new magic book friends than to care about anything more important than chasing them around… Zabble spoke anyway, perhaps it was to himself… “well… let’s see what master Medlin was “keeping” down here”.. he smiled and opened the door fully.

“Not another more..” he whispered under his breath as he crossed the threshold of the doorway and stepped into the room.



Updated: Dec 13, 2021


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It’s Thursday in the states, or as I like to call it, "Thors" day. It’s a transitional week for me… quiet things are happening that don’t show much in the real world. Mixes, and listenings which are actually an important part of creation for me, tempo mappings and course plotting’s, story book ideas and time slotting. A little mid-week update on where the Hadder camp is headed and some other cool news on the Stargazer cover I was a part of.


Stargazer news: Well, it might not make headlines, but I received word that Wendy Dio had a chance to see and hear the Stargazer cover we did. Seems an old trusted friend I have by the name of Lord O'Brien was traveling in her parts of the wood and took it upon himself to share it with her. It’s weird the people you meet in life, some are just friends forever, regardless of how often you see each other. Tiny connections in life matter when you least expect them too… perhaps the best connections are exactly that, connections that have no expectations attached. Lord O'brien is quit the traveler. Anyway, to hear that she said “She loved it and was happy that we were keeping Ronnies music alive”, well, even if no one likes it or watches it…. Coming from her, that’s all I could ever dream of hearing. I can sleep on that with an honest smile. Thanks Mr. O'Brien, little things matter.


New Hadder Music: “Rivers End” is turning the bend, so to say. Fine details now.. as I paddle a little further down the river of my dreams. If you didn’t catch it yet, my previous post had a nice little clip of the heavier side of the track, actually I’ve posted a few little videos with various clips of the song over the last few weeks, so feel free to rewind. (Search Rivers End, that will take you there) Of the 2 songs I’m trying to complete this year, to round out the first Hadder release, “Rivers End” is rather grand… 7 minutes down river and it’s filled with twists and turns that are a lot of spooky fun. The final song is a little more straight forward, a track called “Long is the Road”, it’s mapped out and ready for a magic guitar day or two. But I’m trying to stay away from the music side of it while I’m clear on “River” keys and melodies. Remembering 7 minutes of key intervals and guitar and bass work is challenging and so I need to stay focused on “River” movements before I veer the boat of course. But I’m super excited about “Long Is The Road’, it’s has a wonderful chorus which happens to be very relative to the making of the Hadder record and the road I’ve been on personally. I printed this lyric and it hung in the 200 north tower for quite some time. I often saw it staring at me day in and day out… a little mantra so to say.. it’s only fitting that it be the last track I finalize on the road to archers’ bay and the giant skull hut people who live there.


“On and on we, sing the song

We don’t know the reason for it all…

On and on we… sing the song…

till we don’t see the light no more.”



The Diamonds Hadder Novel: I’m working on the “Coin Book” field note. It will drop one day soon when I have a few hours to sit with it. Zabble is leaving Medlins Chambers, he’s alone… other than skylark of course… clutching his key and medallion. Zabble, The Keeper. He’s walking the halls on his way to the lower levels of the castle… oh dear what will he find inside that door. I have some ideas.


Holidays: I’ll be traveling before the new year. I’ve been commissioned for some readings in the boulder hills. It could be snowy and treacherous. I’m quietly planning for such things. Time is ticking. I actually enjoy the tradition of lights and trees and think I’ll take some lights with me on Holiday, perhaps I’ll stumble upon a lonely tree to dress, one that will share the night with me beside a warm fire under the European stars. The galaxies are starting to move around me… I feel it… I can’t explain it, but I sense it. What it means I don’t know, but I see the future and it’s filled with great Adventures and great people if I simply stay the course. Happy Holidays to you all.


PS A note to self: During vocal exercises today, a song called “Phantoms” appeared from nowhere. Perhaps it’s something, perhaps not, we’ll see.

Farewell.

-J






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Raising a tower.


I’m feeling slightly poetic today. It happens. It’s Monday in Hollywood, or BOK, depending on my mood and mask. If you’re simply looking for Diamonds Hadder band NEWS you might want to turn away now. This might be a little philosophical and strange. I woke from a flood of words and ideas Saturday night, ideas and concepts on the topic of building… I’m surrounded by things I’m building. The entire Diamonds Hadder idea is a giant perceptual tower with rocks and boulders and some nights it feels like it could tumble at any moment. And some walls have fell over… so is the process of building. There are also days when I’m standing on the new floor I’ve installed, and I can see farther than I’ve ever seen and a swell of emotion comes over me… a sense of accomplishment… for the tower that wouldn’t exist if not for me and my strange convictions, will and desires. Every week I ride the roller coaster of creation. It’s glorious and it’s terrifying all at the same time, well somedays anyway. Generally, I rise to too meet the planted idea, regardless of outcomes or the crop. I guess I’ve always been a builder of things listening to the wind rather than listening to other people’s windy opinions… making my own stories, rather than spending my days glued to other people’s stories… perhaps you can see the dilemma in that scenario… let’s face it, life is a play filled with actors and the audience, each needed to some degree.... I just always wanted to be on the stage.

The Tower I often refer too is a metaphor for what holds my dream together. It’s the unmovable structure that protects the idea. It’s invisible to some degree, but not. It does weather the storms… and there are many. I did my best on the hillsides over the years with little temporary shelters that kept me dry and allowed me to work on things, but they all blew away in time.. or burned. The winds can get strong. And so I decided to spend some time gathering rocks for something a little stronger these days. It’s hard building your own things… it’s so much easier to just buy in. My problem is I don’t like buying in and most of the time you notice that what you bought is generally shit anyway. It’s not the way you want it and you end up throwing it away anyway. Well, generally speaking of course. And then there are the strings that come with those things. You don't notice them at first, but as you walk you feel them tug at you. There are exceptions to every rule of course. Lord knows I’ve learned that a few times in life. This weekend I found a few new puzzle pieces for the Hadder project. I’ve been very diligent on my morning shoreline walks… collecting wood for the barn fire that’s been keeping me warm and toasty all these November and December nights. I can be relentless in my pursuit of rocks needed for new walls and levels. At the very least, today… in December… I feel alive… and you can’t truly die happy if you’ve never truly felt alive, I suppose. I feel ready for both. Life's hardly as dramatic as I make it out to be... but playing with words is fun to me. Anyway, a lot of things happened this weekend, things that relate to Diamonds Hadder and the tower I’m slowly raising. I spent many hours with the “Rivers End” and it’s very close to releasing. I’m hoping to set it free just before my holiday pilgrimage to the mountains of Remrod. Soon perhaps you’ll see “A Mystery Machine” and hear about a few new characters and storylines in the Hadder play as well, both real and fiction. “Take this all with a grain of salt if you care, and toss it over the shoulder of doubt and fear.” May you build your own tower as you see fit and find the courage to follow your own crazy dreams in life and to grace your own stage, whatever that may be. Stay the course, … you’ll know the way without even thinking about it. And thanks for reading and for wondering about mine. Enjoy a little clip of Rivers End, which I will elaborate on in fine detail when I officially release it to the raven in the narrows.

-j


"Maybe you've seen the end of the stream

and heard the voices in the falls

and met the witch at the only mountain

rising up from it all."

Oh somewhere down at the rivers end,

I could show you where it all began

oh.. down at the rivers end."


Video Info: Random video clips from 2021 and some music from "Rivers End". The audio is just a random export I did last week after my last guitar and bass recording session's. Background Vocal Choirs and FX were muted for this mix. I spend a lot of time in the mountains and so I shared some video clips from my recent wanderings near white mountain where I was commissioned for some snowy readings.




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