"I saw Orion sing, one night on my radio show
and I still haven't recovered.
He has the music, the charm
and a mystique about him, that touches my heart and soul…
I believe he's the next big thing to come out of the Philly scene."
--Gene Shay - "The Dean of American Folk DJs"
Founder, Philadelphia Folk Fest
DJ, WXPN & Folk Alley
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April 2013 Newsletter - Image: It's In (and On?) Your Head
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Been a couple days now since I shaved my head. Not exactly marriage or childbirth on the spectrum of newsworthiness (unless you enjoy People magazine or Entertainment Tonight)— but— it has reminded me how much of our identity can be wrapped up in a nifty little package called superficiality. Forget clothes and shoes and the wheels that take us from point A to B— what about that one part of your appearance you can shift and shape, transforming it before your eyes, without ever having to hit the treadmill or do another crunch? I’d be a liar if I told you that looking in the mirror now doesn’t feel slightly different than it did then. Same old me, no doubt, but on a super mind f#*k, twisted, rock-star-self-image sorta level, I gotta admit there’s been a mild, yet noticeable shift to the way I view me. Nothing revolutionary going on here mind you— I’ve just found it fascinating to witness the shift in my own perspective and self image based on some lil strands of brownish protein growing out the top of my head. . . .
Think about it: when you picture Jim Morrison, or Bob Marley, or James Taylor, how much is their hair (or lack thereof) a part of what you see? (And in turn, how you see them?) Honesty now y’all. . . . My guess is that it plays a fairly big roll for most of us. Not necessarily on a level of who they are, but rather, how it is you perceive them— the image you’ve created separate from the person underneath the mask. Curious thing is, beyond all the glitz and glam, image (ie, how we present ourselves to the world) can go to great lengths to actually serve whatever it is we’re trying to convey: could you imagine Jimi Hendrix in a business suit, or Gandhi in anything other than a simple robe? How bout Kurt Cobain, without his stereotypically grungy golden mane? I guess the trick is learning to separate the substance from the superficial, to know one from the next, and eventually, to come to enjoy it all.
On the note of enjoyment, life on the road is well. Spent the last week or so truckin across Georgia, North Carolina and DC up next. Some nights, after I play, folks ask me if this is how I make my living. When I tell them it is, their faces usually light up, reminding me just how incredibly awesome it is to be living these early stages of The Dream. So cheers to y’all— for comin out and listening to this guy’s very personal accounts of his trials, tribulations, and an entire laundry list of defective relationships— for reminding me why it is I do this— and how very blessed I am to be doing it. (With or without them sexy ole locks of mine. . . ;) Happy spring y’all— time to birth and rebirth and cut off all that no long serves you along the way. . .
Imagining,
Orion
Been a couple days now since I shaved my head. Not exactly marriage or childbirth on the spectrum of newsworthiness (unless you enjoy People magazine or Entertainment Tonight)— but— it has reminded me how much of our identity can be wrapped up in a nifty little package called superficiality. Forget clothes and shoes and the wheels that take us from point A to B— what about that one part of your appearance you can shift and shape, transforming it before your eyes, without ever having to hit the treadmill or do another crunch? I’d be a liar if I told you that looking in the mirror now doesn’t feel slightly different than it did then. Same old me, no doubt, but on a super mind f#*k, twisted, rock-star-self-image sorta level, I gotta admit there’s been a mild, yet noticeable shift to the way I view me. Nothing revolutionary going on here mind you— I’ve just found it fascinating to witness the shift in my own perspective and self image based on some lil strands of brownish protein growing out the top of my head. . . .
Think about it: when you picture Jim Morrison, or Bob Marley, or James Taylor, how much is their hair (or lack thereof) a part of what you see? (And in turn, how you see them?) Honesty now y’all. . . . My guess is that it plays a fairly big roll for most of us. Not necessarily on a level of who they are, but rather, how it is you perceive them— the image you’ve created separate from the person underneath the mask. Curious thing is, beyond all the glitz and glam, image (ie, how we present ourselves to the world) can go to great lengths to actually serve whatever it is we’re trying to convey: could you imagine Jimi Hendrix in a business suit, or Gandhi in anything other than a simple robe? How bout Kurt Cobain, without his stereotypically grungy golden mane? I guess the trick is learning to separate the substance from the superficial, to know one from the next, and eventually, to come to enjoy it all.
On the note of enjoyment, life on the road is well. Spent the last week or so truckin across Georgia, North Carolina and DC up next. Some nights, after I play, folks ask me if this is how I make my living. When I tell them it is, their faces usually light up, reminding me just how incredibly awesome it is to be living these early stages of The Dream. So cheers to y’all— for comin out and listening to this guy’s very personal accounts of his trials, tribulations, and an entire laundry list of defective relationships— for reminding me why it is I do this— and how very blessed I am to be doing it. (With or without them sexy ole locks of mine. . . ;) Happy spring y’all— time to birth and rebirth and cut off all that no long serves you along the way. . .
Imagining,
Orion
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