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Fishbone: “Change” (Chris Dowd Tribute & A Political Endorsement)

I finally got around to doing a video montage.  It didn’t hurt at all, apparently.  It’s rough around the edges but I basically made a music video montage of Fishbone’s “Change.”  It is the last track from the “Truth And Soul” album and it’s my favorite song from it.  Definitely please check it out.  You just might find it to be an undiscovered gem.  Check out the lyrics and you’ll find it to be as timely as ever…


All images are from “The Reality Of My Surroundings –
Past To Present” (VHS and DVD)

Change

There’s a light on a hill
That’s far out in the distance
And it calls out my name
It calls out for a change

Far away voices
That want their own choices
Sigh for a plea
As it calls out for a change

Ooh hoo change
Ooh ooh change
Ooh hoo…

To the root of Mankind
It bellows out bitter winds
Youth cry out for today
Strength to cry for a change

Yet it seems clear to me
It pounds inside my soul
Why don’t we all see
We can cry out for a change

Ooh hoo change
Ooh ooh change
Ooh hoo…

We can change today (x3)

Deep inside our hearts
There’s a love
You can feel it
It’s a love that assures
We can cry out for a change

The dark clouds that did dance
To the blue skies here before me
Make it plain to my eyes
We can cry out for a change

Ooh hoo change
Ooh ooh change
Ooh hoo…

My objective for making that “Change” music video is two-fold:

Reason Number 1: This is a Chris Dowd montage tribute.

Reason Number 2: (My plea to Chris Dowd and Fishbone from this post.)

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Why Chris Dowd Of Fishbone Is My God And A Plea For Him

When I first posted about Chris Dowd, I made it a point not to focus on his physical appearance, but rather dwell on his and Fishbone’s life-changing effects on me.  So, I’m rectifying that today… by talking more about Chris Dowd and Fishbone’s life-changing effects on me — but with more pictures!

When I was in junior high, I remember reading this article on Newsweek about a straight white man who was completely obsessed with Prince.  It talked about how he was fascinated with Prince’s looks and how he would create many paintings of him.  I don’t quite remember the actual details, but what I do remember was me ridiculing this man.  I even remembered showing the article to my cousin as we laughed at that “weird ass dude.”

If my cousin could read this blog now…

Point is, I have become that man.  I’m not speaking specifically about my intense obsession with “bearish masculinity,” but, rather, with Chris Dowd.  I brought up that Prince fanatic because I believe that I share that same type of “disconnected-connection” (a term that I have diagnosed myself with) with a particular human-cum-celebrity.

Fishbone entered my life in the fall of 1988 when I was a freshman in high school.  My best friend at the time, who already had the makings of a future stoner with his mod hair and shell necklaces, introduced me to this band that immediately blew me away.  I saved up my money and bought the “Truth And Soul” cassette tape at Tower Records.  I don’t have it anymore as I had worn it out from overuse.

As Angelo Moore was pretty much the ringleader of this funkmetal band, I was focused on him.  However, over time, the soulful voice of Chris Dowd was the one that made me shift my focus.  At the time, Chris Dowd was not bearish, nor was he even cubbish.  He was very skinny; and when I watched their 80’s interviews and music videos, all I saw was this thin black man who spoke, dressed up, and moved & danced like a white punk rocker — except he was the only punk rocker who had rhythm with his wild and crazy punkness (if that makes any sense at all).  His hair even looked like the afro-version of The Cure’s Robert Smith’s hair (my mod best friend’s idol).

Unfortunately, embedding for this video is not allowed so here’s the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YoSbRWWelI
Here’s a perfect example of what I mean (“When Problems Arise”)

Then something beautiful happened.  Chris Dowd got a bit huskier which became apparent in Fishbone’s early 90’s music videos — specifically with videos from, quite possibly the greatest album of all-time, “The Reality Of My Surroundings.”

Believe me, I was the first one to buy “The Reality Of My Surroundings – Past To Present” VHS.  I’ve played that hour-long videotape that I had pretty much rendered it useless as well.  Thank God for DVD re-releases.

But one of the greatest memories I had was when I finally saw Fishbone live in Hawaii during their concert at Pink’s Garage in early ’92.  They were promoting their TROMS album and believe me that I did NOT miss that concert.  I was with my girlfriend (yeah, yeah, I know) who was a Metallica freak and she was pretty excited for it too.  So she, I, and my mod best friend went to see what will become my greatest religious experience of all-time.

Most of the people in Pink’s Garage were local Hawaiians (as opposed to native Hawaiians) who have been secluded from the world of moshing and mosh pits.  We all had an idea as to what a mosh pit was based on seeing it on MTV, but I can safely say that we were the safest mosh pit in the world at that time.  You could actually bring your grandma with her walker inside and not leave a scratch on her.  An exaggeration, of course.

Needless to say, Fishbone rocked the house down.  And when I actually saw Chris Dowd, I nearly fainted.  And that is not an exaggeration.  He was, well, God, on the stage.  He played magic on his keyboard and trombone while he danced and hopped with his patented gospel-like revival moves.  His voice commanded your attention and I was deeply mesmerized by his mere presence alone.

My mod best friend was a “bit high” and I missed out on some songs so that I could take care of him.  Even with that minor disappointment, all I could think of was that it was the greatest night on earth.  I was actually genuinely happy at that very moment.  It was pure bliss.

I never got to meet the band afterwards but it did not matter at all.  All that mattered was that I saw Fishbone live.  And no one could take that away from me.

Unfortunately, Fishbone today does not even have the lineup that I grew up with.  There are only two original members: Angelo Moore and John Norwood Fisher.  Chris Dowd left the band for unknown reasons.  Some sources say that he was booted out, while his “dis track” called Flog Your Dead Horse in his 1997 masterpiece, Puzzle (as “The Seedy Arkhestra”), seems to imply that he had left the group under not-so-good terms…

I thought about posting the lyrics, but it’s filled with so much hate that I don’t want to believe that what Chris was saying was true.  That track has literally shattered my mythic illusions on the band’s undying brotherhood.  I mean, can this be the same Fishbone who sang about love, peace, and togetherness?  The group who sang “Change”?  The group who knew the dangers of “Jealousy” and “his friend named envy” in “Those Days Are Gone”?  What’s going on here?

However, just like Angelo had ranted on about the evil “Meter Maid,” this was a moment of anger that Chris just had to release from his soul.  I mean, love won’t exist without hate, true?

Unbelievably enough, while I was writing this post, someone responded to me from a comment I had made in a Fishbone YouTube video:

bearmythology (1 week ago)
Fishbone is definitely one of those rare bands that needs to be experienced live. I was lucky enough to be part of of their live shows in Hawaii when I was a teenager and it was definitely a euphoric, religious, and therapeutic experience. I wish that all of the original members (dammit, especially Chris Dowd aka The Seedy Arkhestra) would one day get together again and show the world just how it is to jam, kick ass, take names, and make a life-changing difference.

tribebrian (2 days ago)
i was told by tori ruffin(ex-fishbone soldier) that they have been jammin with original members again for some future gigs!..he talks to them alot still!…

HOLY!!!!!  Can this be real?  The original members of Fishbone?  Back together again?  Wow.  This is great news if it is true indeed.

Mr. Chris Dowd, if for some reason, you have stumbled into this, I have this one plea: Please forgive your differences with the remaining members of Fishbone.  I know I am just a lone fan who would never understand the complex dynamics of being in a band for many years nor do I have the right to tell you what to feel.  Things happen, I understand, but please realize that you are a major influence and presence in the group.  Remember when you guys use to criticize Ronald Reagan?  How about getting back together this year and use your group’s combined influence and become a musical force to back Barack Obama.  Mr. Dowd, that is my one plea and I’m positively sure that I’m not the only one who thinks this…

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Prince Fielder: Milwaukee’s Finest Beefy Brewer

Milwaukee Brewers’ Prince Fielder (son of Cecil Fielder) is definitely a major league hot bear.  He’s one of the sole reasons why the Brew Crew are just so fun to watch.  He wasn’t hitting as many home runs earlier in the season which caused irate fantasy baseball owners others to criticize that his recent vegetarian diet was responsible for his loss of production.

But he’s found his groove lately and the Brewers had been winning many games because of him.  So hopefully that will also put a stop on the mentality of “vegetarians = bad athletes.”  I really hope that Prince dominates even further this season.  Vegetarians get a bad rap and I think that it’s great to have a role model who looks like him, yet at the same time, eats healthy (subjective, of course, for us meat eaters).

The book that had changed Mr. Fielder’s life and perceptions on our meat-eating ways was a book called, Skinny Bitch.  You don’t need to be an ace detective to guess that his wife had lent him that book.  -_^

It’s a shame that he recently shaved off his hair that he was slowly trying to create dreadlocks with.  I wanted to see that hippie transformation.  I so badly want to see that Manny Ramirez / Chris Dowd look.

Alas, hopefully, the Prince decides to grow it again.

Chris Dowd Of Fishbone Is My God

We all have idols.  Religions exist because it’s human nature to worship someone or something.  Atheists, included.  And if you disagree, ask yourself this: Why are you reading this blog?


The only somewhat recent photo I can find of Chris Dowd.
Includes a bonus pissed off Alice In Chains drummer.

Organized religion is all about setting examples.  Rules are set and they’re meant to be obeyed.  Why is this blog blue?  Because Chris Dowd wore blue on one of my favorite music videos of all time.  Why do I sport a soul patch?  Besides the obvious reasons that I’m follically-challenged, Chris Dowd sported a soul patch from that same music video.  Why is the theme of this blog about clear sunny skies while my personal photos show sunny skies?  There you go.  You got it…  But who’s Chris Dowd, you ask?

On today’s post, I’d like to discuss about this mortal man who (besides my woofy college professor) had basically shaped my way of thinking through his music.  Chris Dowd was one of the founding members of Fishbone and that band’s music have completely changed my perceptions on life.  For the better, I believe.  It’s a great thing that Mr. Dowd possessed a stunning handsomeness that made listening to his voice even sweeter.  And watching their music videos was just icing on an already delicious cake.

For me, meeting Chris Dowd will be the ultimate dream come true.  I know nothing about him, except for his interviews and persona on television.  However, I am deeply attracted to him and, to this day, I listen to Fishbone — specifically to tracks where he predominantly sang; and the trancelike experience I fall into is nothing short of, well, religious.

Enough of my yapping.  I need to show the electric magnetism he exudes.  Here is one of Fishbone’s most popular songs and it’s a song that I can never get tired of.  It’s also a great video where Chris Dowd is just simply beautiful and godlike.  Absolutely flawless.

This song, Everyday Sunshine, is the very foundation of this blog’s design and why I also sport a soul patch.  Yeah.  I’m pathetically anally specific.  ^_^

Everyday Sunshine

I wish everyday the sun would shine
Take me to another place in my mind
Where everything is beautiful
And no wants or needs
Nor sign of greed
Could rule our soul

How I wish everyday sunshine
How I wish everyday sunshine

If we could fly away on wings
To a place where all could be true
And the skies were blue
And love was true
And me and you

How I wish everyday sunshine
How I wish everyday sunshine

Here are two more songs from them.  My philosophies and beliefs have practically stemmed from these two specific songs.  I can’t embed the videos so they’re just links.  Do check them out.  They’re great songs and just follow along with the lyrics.  I’m just trying to make you guys fans of Fishbone.

Fight The Youth
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY-PaxC2MXs

And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory
They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies
They tell you what to think and how to face the world around you
You never question what you know inside is lax and untrue
But take a look around
We’re not running anymore
We’re in the positive
But we’re ready for the war… for the war

Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
Ignite the truth
Restore sight to these blind
Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
And if they suffer it’s no fault but their own

And every time I see the hatred that engulfs these children
It makes me wonder if the quest for peace will one day subside
I’m not afraid to wage the hopeless battles I must fight
For I could never lose, I know my cause shines in the light

Take a look around
We’re not hiding anymore
Your weapon’s cowardice
And we won’t take it anymore… anymore

Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
Ignite the truth
Restore sight to these blind
Fight the youth
The youth with poisoned minds
And if they suffer it’s no fault but their own

And all the feelings of a generation fed with anger
Make all the choices for a future where all nightmares come true
I choose to fight for youth, to fight for truth, to fight for justice
I choose to heal the wounds of sacrifice made by the children

Servitude
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0O1Gmm286E

Who, who do you serve?
For whose empire and for whose whims?
Is your honor judged by men?
Will you lie?
Will you lie if they say it’s their will?
Will you die or continue to kill?
Until the generals all have their fill

Craven Cowards
Armchair Warriors
You will serve Them well

What, what will you write?
For whose pleasure, for whose delight?
Will your readers see your light?
Will you say…That the singer can’t blow you away?
That we hate people just ’cause they’re gay
Women and children all stay away

To whom, whom do you pray?
Do dollars wash your sins away?
Does God love cold hard cash?
Do you say…If we all just continue to pay
All our ailments will all go away
And our souls will all be saved

God’s not with you
“Holy Roller”
Your heart dwells in Hell

Why, why do you run?
Our awareness has spoiled your fun
Our eyes see you too clear
Will you hide
From the joy of expressing our pride
For the leaders and people who’ve died
While combating your genocide

Chains are breaking
Minds are waking
Soon we’ll serve no more…

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