Saturday, August 29, 2015

Give Thanks

Wake each day and give thanks that you are here.

Wake each day and give thanks for your family.

Wake each day and give thanks for the roof above your head.

Wake each day and give thanks for the food in your kitchen.

Wake each day and give thanks for the air, the Sun and the bounty of nature.

Wake each day and give thanks for the wisdom the Creator's have given.

Wake each day and give thanks for all you have in this space/time continuum.

Go to rest every night knowing that you will give thanks again when morning befalls you.

Give praise to whoever you may perceive as the Creator's - believe me when I tell you, they are all seeing and all knowledgeable.

Blessed was I to have lived the life I have so as I could pass my experience to those who may be guided not to follow my path. May they follow the path of righteousness and love.

So sayeth The LightHouse .........

I remain, Dann, just as I am.

Who will you be?

Monday, August 24, 2015

My own personal Hell from my own personal Jesus.

So, here we are, August 24th, 2015. What a mind fart! I have been "Walking with Dann" for nigh on fifty-seven plus years now. Walking with a limp, mumbling when I speak and laughing when I can.

We all have our own demons lurking on the back streets of our minds. We have all done good and bad. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, mine was the latter. Often I have spoken about my darkside and I do so out of the pride of knowing that I AM ACCOUNTABLE for my actions.

I hold the responsibility for that which I have done. Just as I hold the guilt for the pain I have caused.

Do you wonder who it is I have harmed the most?

My family, my children.

It has not been easy for them to grow in life with one such as I as a father figure. The Hippie, the Biker, the Electrician, the Gangbanger and The LightHouse.

I have been stabbed, shot, beaten, tortured, kidnapped, imprisoned and - the worst of all - allowed to die seven times and have to return.

My own personal Hell from my own personal Jesus. 

I shall pay and have been paying my penance. I do so with pride. I do so because how can I be shamed for that which I knowingly committed myself into. Only a coward would not take responsibility or lay blame with the oh so over used, "BUT, you made me do it".

I danced with Satan himself and I walked with The Creators. Thanks to my now almost useless legs I shall never dance again - but I shall continue to walk everyday.

I look around at this world we have all created and I am saddened. Much the same way as Jesus, the Original Hippie, must have felt during his time on this Earth. "Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they do." WRONG! We all know exactly what we are doing.

The holy books say that when we have an universal language, (Internet?), and we have a universal currency, (Bitcoin, online banking), then the Apocalypse is coming.

In the short time I have been permitted to live, I have witnessed society go from people bartering for goods, family's eating together, parents being the ones who taught family values and children playing in the streets to what we now call life.

Analyze this so-called 'life'. No faith being taught at school, children running the parents life, everyone in debt up to the curly hairs on their anus, sex is being taught at grade one levels, even the Great Catholic Pope has gone against the very essence of the church, man marrying man, woman marrying woman, doctors playing Gods and creating Frankenstein's,meals ate anywhere except the dining table and scholars telling us we cannot discipline or control our children.

Sad state of affairs for mankind.

Here is a prime example of what this society has become......

Someone like me can speak to ALL of you instantaneously - like we are doing this moment. 

Scary shit, can you imagine what the evil ones are conveying behind our backs to our people as we speak? Can you imagine what the youth are hearing and believing???

Without sounding like a Doomsayer, I must say that we are going downhill very fast as a society. What is at the bottom of that hill is the Creators, themselves, who are waiting to give us a head ringing slap and make us start all over again.


Time has shown us that whenever society gets too out of control God, Nature, The Cosmic Muffin or whoever you perceive as your Creators will come along and set us back a few millennium so as we can try and learn from our mistakes.

Humans are led to believe we are superior over all other life on Earth. Yet even a cockroach has more survival instinct then we do.

We are not screwed, we will get yet another chance. Only catch being is that many of us will no longer be here to witness the dawning of the next age of mankind.

I pray that my children will be part of the new LightHouse Walkers and assist in the healing of our Humanity.

All I can offer to you is that you should 'Walk with your Gods' and not 'Dance with your Demons'

So sayeth The LightHouse Dann - that Light in your reality.

So, until next time, "I remain, Dann - just as I am". 

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Remember I Tell You This

Been far too long since my numbed digits danced on this keyboard.....

So ....let's dance,

Remember I tell you this.

Life is what life is. Sometimes you dance and other times you put your back to the wall. Only the Creators, themselves, know the dances I have endured. My back? Well, it is always against the wall. The wall of societal rules and obligations. 

One percenter ...... that is apparently the category I am referred to on the streets and backroads of this time/space continuum.

Do you find that depressing?

I do.

To say that men like I are the true one percent of the population who refuse to live by Totalitarian and Pagan rules, laws and expectations is depressing to me. 

What the frack are the other ninety-nine percent doing??


As I have often confessed, I was not a very nice citizen for most of my life - Hades, I still may not be. Only you would know that - I hope I have changed, I love, I live, (actually have outlived all my "former" Homies), I have - to quote 'Kid Rock', "eaten out of dumpsters and dined with kings". I have been very violent and have been the victim of great violence.

Reader's Digest version - I have danced with the Devils and walked with Gods.

Many want to know the meaning of life.

It is simple, actually.

Live life. Love life. Respect life. Give life. Share life. Harm no life.

Do this and you are a man my child.

Almost six decades have I "Walked With Dann". Sometimes he scared me, sometimes he humoured me. BUT, all the time he LOVED me.

You want to live a long meaningful life?

Learn to dance with demons and walk with Gods. Learn to love your most inner self and then shall you be able to love all which you consider life.

Do not search for that one true love - open your eyes, she is already there.

I cannot undo what my past has had. I cannot tell you what tomorrow may bring. 

I can tell you that if you want to live then you best learn to love yourself, forgive all others and NEVER show false love.

I am still standing, even after all these years. I had felt love and shed many tears. I have taken and been given 'life'.

And yet, I remain, "Dann", just as I am.

I love you!!!

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Me, Dann, Just As I Am

A good friend asked if I would publish this for him on my Blog pages .... and I am happy I have. True sign of the times in this age - a musician who wants to be a minstrel - long live the wisdom of song!!!!

I'm 20, i have so much potential but I don't use it. I have just realized that I want to change everyone's life I come into contact with. 

I want to make music and write lyrics for kids that have been through life's trials that I have personally experienced. 

Starting tomorrow, I am quitting smoking and drinking and all forms of partying because if weighs down on my potential. We didn't grow up as kids worrying where we were; we grew up as kids not caring we we were, because we knew that we would become something greater. 

Everyone has the potential in them to be a star inside, most people just give up because they don't believe in themselves. I am here to say that the potential is within everyone's grasps. Join me in the movement to become extraordinary. 

Don't let pure pressure, partying, drinking, act as a way to bring you down and prolong your destiny. 

Use your sorrow and trauma to create the amazing person that you were meant to always be. 

Singing off--Anonymous

Monday, May 4, 2015

Please Help Stop This Atrocity!!!!

OK, let us see how many of you out there really want to change things - here is the letter I just sent Wynne.
"What the Hell is wrong with you? I only wish that more people had voted last election. Is there any logic to your incessant desire to confuse children even more then society already is doing?
Maybe you were brought up different, but, personally, I came from a very Christian family that was taught that children have the right to be children and that sex and all it's perversions should be taught at the APPROPRIATE age.
You and your fledglings are destroying Ontario's reputation. Most of the other provinces believe we are the next Sodom and Gomorrah.
Take a deep breath, look around, HELL, talk to your own family, and you shall see that you are one of the biggest violator's of family moral's.
Please bring back moral's to Toronto and Ontario and do us all a favour and resign!!!!!"

Now let us see yours...... here is a link to that things official page

Saturday, February 21, 2015



2015, February 21 – A very long journey from October 5, 1057.  Never imagined I would still be standing, even after all those years. But, yet, here I am, Dann, just as I am.

I was born a “blue” baby on a blue moon in a city full of downtrodden blues breakers. Brought into this existence by two beautiful 100% Irish Catholics. Living a Protestant life in a chaotic equinox of time and space.

Rock and roll had begun the war against the country and western machine. Gospel had begun to morph into rhythm and blues eventually birthing the offspring, ‘hip hop’. Music would change beyond any misconceptions of our elders. Music would once more become the universal language of all.  Messages would be delivered via the rhythmic laminations of the minstrels of society.

And the child such as I, well, we would/will witness changes of which society will never see again.

Who but a soul born in the fifties could have been a Hippie, a Yippie, a Vagrant, a thief, a biker, a nomad, a parent, a businessman, an elder and a Grandfather all within one lifetime?

The childhood memories of listening to rock and roll grow – to see all races dancing to R & B. To know what it took to create Motown and Apple Records. To understand the courage that was shown to people of all colour marching together. To be able to remember the exact time JFK and Martin Luther were gunned down. To overstand the sorrow of the senseless murder of John Lennon.  To watch the drug culture become a writhing scourge on mankind.

To see that after all we have learned, violence is still the first answer to conflict.

Still, the “WILD” animals get along in unison and dance the Circle of Life. Their only fear is man.

Man dances to beautiful music, but sidesteps into cruelty and disregard for all but oneself.

I suggest that it is time we dance to the same tune as all other living creatures and become one with this that the Gods have laid before us.
Let us not only write, record and perform beautiful songs, but may we become the song itself.

Until then, I remain, Dann – just as I am.


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Thank you Neil Young for "After The Gold Rush"

Here are the lyrics to one of the best songs ever to come out of the Hippie era. I play this everyday for the past 45 years. This was written in a time when every song told a story - remember when songs used to do that????

"Well, I dreamed I saw the knights, In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.  There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming, And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing, To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.  Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.  Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement, With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement, When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head, And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a, Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie. Thinking about what a
Friend had said, I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver, Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun, There were children crying
And colors flying, All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream, The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's, Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's, Silver seed to a new home."

Thank you Neil Young for this and all the other songs on "After The Gold Rush".