Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Welcome to my personal soapbox. Here’s where I get to parade a little piece of my own life and on this page, you'll find links to a lot of my creative output. I am of course, especially proud of my music and poetry. Both of these art forms reflect deeply personal strivings for a unique voice that I hope you’ll find both aesthetically pleasing as well as deeply illuminating. I'll make a small apology for the recording quality...but the raw quality adds to a flavor that once existed in the New York scene. The decades of the 80’s ev and 90’s ev exploded with creative energy in all media and were very fruitful for me on a creative level.

All these works hold great personal meaning for me. I found myself inspired by writers like Andre Breton, Rimbaud and Walt Whitman. Van Gogh, Dali, Picasso and Duchamp gave me visual fields of wonder as I reached into a Bohemian philosophy that saw Western Art as the Yoga of the West. A favorite memory is going to a Ginsberg poetry reading, meeting him afterwards and sending him a copy of the recording I made along with my poetry, which he read. He didn't really like it as he felt it was a time in poetry to 'get more personal' in the written word. But that he read it and wrote me back...a treasure!

As Nathaniel Hawthorne has always been one of my favorite writers, so also the Transcendentalists (Emerson, Thoreau, et al) and the Founding Fathers before them...I jumped into David Lynch films and even a Dali film wowed me. But the Cocteau films, especially 'Beauty & the Beast' and 'Orpheus' rang through an expanding vision of an American ethos...and though the Cocteau films were French, who of course, have a language derived from ancient Greek, also played into my thoughts. I valued much there as again the work of Rimbaud and Baudelaire as well as Tristian Tzara and the Existentialist philosophers. And the French had a role in the American Revolution.

These decades also have been a spiritual growing experience as per my Thelemic Aspiration. I first came into contact with the Thelemic community in 1986ev; joining the Caliphate O.T.O.. And by 1992ev, I was actively engaged in both H.O.O.R. and the A.’.A.’.. By 1997ev, I finally realized that masonic orders such as the O.T.O. and H.O.O.R. are little more than spuriously dysfunctional cults that seek more to manipulate than to edify and initiate. So again, I started a journey to find an original voice...a true voice that is solely mine. But I work now, to finding the core of myself and these last years have been an effort to work at my piano in an attempt to learn how to play better. These days, I am developing my professional credentials and getting familiar with living in the Capital District of NY; getting older and becoming more conventional in my approach to life. My evolution is in the temple of my soul, fused with the body of cells and the heart of my being.

So as you read through my earlier writings through the ‘Published Articles’ link, note that I was in a different ‘space’ at the time of these writings. Under the yoke of these dysfunctional fraternities, I had a lot to experiment with and a host of successes and mistakes in my work and my scholarship. Yet, I am proud of my development; even though some of the articles seem immature and poorly written to me at this time. More recent writings can be found in my books which are available for sale through Birdland Communications—along with other items—found, elsewhere on this site. Recently, in an exasperated moment, I professed my frustration to a friend. And he said to me, "but you keep trying." Yes, there's great possibilities in the sea of life. Try, try, try and try again...one day, I'll find Gold.

Love is the law, love under will.

Find me published online:

The Egyptian Mysteries

Real Magick

Tarot Passages

Journal of Eclectic Magick

Center for Rosicrucian Studies

Thelema Net

Gnosis

Room 23

Cosmic Compass

Man, Myth & Messiah

Poetry

                  I've fancied myself a poet since my teenage years.  I give much credit to Patti Smith for showing me the

                  the wonder of visionary poetry.  She really woke me up to my artistic nature.  And for this, I've always

                  referred to her as my personal goddess and savior; from a point a bit tongue-in-cheek, but with reverence.  

                  She created a rock-n-roll religion that was ecstatic and exultative as it was explosive and revolutionary.  The 

                  inspiration I drew from this was a wonder for me.

            - (AT)Tentative Notes from the Squeaking Empire

de l'ame pour l'ame

of soul for soul

 

Magazine Articles

        Scarlet Hoor

                  This ill-fated magazine was created during my H.O.O.R. period when (1992-1997).

                  During my tenure with the order, I had my own Lodge known as A/OM Lodge.  I have been involved with the 

                  production of several magazines over time and this was the best of the lot.

 

             -An Exposition on the Composition of Liber CCXXXI

              An History of the Cult of the Dying God

             -Editorial for Vol. 1, #2

             -Editorial for Vol. 1, #3

             -Editorial for  Vol. 2, #1

           Warrior's LVX

                  This newsletter is still distributed by the Overseer of H.O.O.R.

                  These are the articles I contributed to that tome during my H.O.O.R. period. 

             -Black Testament of G.M. Kelly

             -The Formulation of a Magickal Motto

            -The Way of the Warrior
Mezlim

This was a nationally distributed magazine that I was proud to be associated with.

I started writing for them around the time I joined H.O.O.R. It was a great magazine that has left a void in its wake. 

             -Depression& Enlightenment

             -Samantha and Me

             -The Vampire in Me

             -The Root and the Flower

             -Maturation and Creativity: An Awakening to Cycles

             -Spirituality Now into the Future

             -That Which Does Not Kill Me Only Serves to Make Me Stronger

             -The Clerics of Thelema

             -Binding a Community

Tarot News

This newsletter was created by members of Mensa interested in the Tarot.

When I came into contact with these people, I had already published my 'Whole Tarot Workbook' and I became inspired to work on a re-write because of this tome.

              -Tarot Card Spreads

              -The Fool:  Namesake of the Master

              -The Magus:  The Logos and its Creation

              -The Priestess of the Silver Star or Midwife of Initiation

              -The Empress:  Goddess of Love

              -The Emperor:  The Authority of the Initiate

              -The Hierophant:  Mother of Initiation or the Vestel Virgin Returns

              -The Lovers:  Virtue of the One becoming the All

              -The Chariot and the Adepts of Sacrifice

              -Adjustment:  The Equilibration of Opposites

              -The Hermit:  The Hermaphroditic Source

              -Fortune:  The Wheel in Perenial Motion

              -Lust:  The True Power of Command

              -The Hanged Man:  The Way of Love

              -Death:  The Dance of Initiation

              -Art:  Consummation of the Royal Marriage

              -The Devil:  The Leaping Goat

              -The Tower:  Herald of Dharma; Harbinger of Truth

American Astrology

This is the most well known publication that has ever accepted my work. With this success, I finally came to believe that I could be a writer.

         - Astrology of the Beast

 

PIAP News

This newsletter was created during my Caliphate period when (1986-1991).

During my last few years with the order, I had my own Camp known as PIAP Camp.

              -Necronomicon Revisited

              -Perception

             - The Tattwas and Their Uses

             - Heaven Meets Earth:  Geomancy and Astrology

             - Subdue

             -From the CampMaster

             -Campmaster's Corner #1    

             -Campmaster's Corner #2

Music

Joy (1991ev-1994ev)

My last rock band. We rarely gigged and weren't too aggressive on the music scene. Yet these I feel, are the best songs I've ever written.

Paul Joseph Rovelli Keyboards & Vocals
Keith Karagan Guitar
Jim McCauley Bass
Glen Mayer Drums

Fly Bird
The surreal is but a lullabye
The ordeal's an excuse to cry
Fly Bird
With silent word
I'm a dervish spinning
Down, down, down
Turning
'round, 'round, 'round
Turning; the sky engulfing me
Field of stars
Jumping sparks of light
Turning to the night
Turning; it's but a lullabye
Fly Bird
With silent word

Hear the Mountains Roar
Fortune can see
The sons of time
Speaking in tongues
The ancient books swell
In temples of light
We're dancing tonight
You lay out a sound
It echoes in my heart
Hear the Mountains Roar
See the white dove soar
The Bennu Bird flies
To the groves of Yama
The vision descries
Protecting Dharma
The keeper of fire
Plays on the lyre
He lays out a sound
That echoes in my heart
Hear the Mountains Roar
See the white dove soar

The Lion is King
The wind chimes echo loudly
Soldier climbing despite the thunderous night
A step ahead the sky is falling
Streaming comets drawing pictures of light
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope don't you know?
Impassioned I step so discretely
Emboldened, I trust completely; enter the Sphinx
Chasing a magick vital current
Open energy shocks illumine the sky
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope; don't you know?
So many costumes, so many customs
So many ways we can dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to entrance
So many costumes, so many customs
So many reasons to dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to romance
The shaman speaks so deafening
Echoing a faith that's not of our time
Musicians holding 'holy orders'
Cartoon images screaming dutiful lines
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope don't you know?
Conditions for uncertain futures
Perdition is the fate of this tired race
Enraptured; 'tis the season
And dancing, we all build a new hearth and space
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope don't you know?
So many costumes, so many customs
So many ways we can dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to entrance
So many costumes, so many customs
So many reasons to dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to romance

 

                    It's the Questions I Find (For Kevin Itinger)

                    All through the night

                    Let my eyes grace the sky

                    I sit, watch, sweat

                    And wonder why

                    Where there's hope

                    Can there really be pain?

                    When will I see you again?

                    I eat the salt that laces my meat

                    Forging a sweat

                    Jumping into the heat

                    Can heaven really be right through that door

                    I wonder what all the suffering's for

                    The lion's throne at the base of the jungle

                    A man at his feet, exciting humble

                    To fear the worst in the shadow of danger

                    To pour our hearts out

                    Is that what we're here for?

                    The chord of passion seeps into discussion

                    The whore's a god

                    The priest is a bastard

                    The dream shapes up in the night that I sleep

                    My body plummets, wondrously deep

                    It's the Questions I find!

                    My mind's afloat in the sea of dementia

                    My feet, they dance with the heat of inertia

                    The poison slips out into a red vein

                    And I notice it's you again

                    Quirking dry eyelids

                    And spasmodic muscles

                    Two lover's embrace

                    'round, 'round is the circle

                    The pelvis, energy unto the spine

                    The polis of brain illumines the mind

                    It's the Questions I find!

                    Undertow

                    In a capsule of time, time, time

                    Send a message to me

                    Spin and dance on my heels

                    In time for three

                    Floating out on a long breeze

                    Make some good company

                    Roll and rest on my broken back

                    And give it time and we'll see

                    Feel the undertow

                    Just like mistletoe

                    Holding onto my sleeve

                    At the water line

                    Neck is doing fine

                    Death makes life so complete

                    Restless motion sent spin, spinning

                    Visions forming from sleet

                    I cast my eyes with a backwards glance

                    And take a chance with my feet

                    Walking sideways, a dance step

                    Stepping two ways in time

                    Slipping rhyme for a reason;

                    Still in season with the old witch

                    Feel the undertow

                    Just like mistletoe

                    Holding onto my sleeve

                    At the water line

                    Neck is doing fine

                    Death makes life so complete

                    Athletes running in fast fashion

                    Fire looms from their heels

                    I cast myself out off of a cliff

                    Into the ocean of chance

                    Swimming out a long, long, long distance

                    Stroking waves in sunshine

                    I cast my feet into the cold bottom

                    Giving up with my hands

                    Feel the undertow

                    Just like mistletoe

                    Holding onto my sleeve

                    At the water line

                    Neck is doing fine

                    Death makes life so complete

 

                    Heavy Air - (also see Transmission for the original version of this song)

                    Breath the air

                    Take it in

                    Charge your blood

                    With Energy

                    Vibrant chords

                    Hit your ears

                    Mystic chants

                    Stir your feet

                    Prana!

                    Feel the earth

                    At your heels

                    Touch the sky

                    Between your eyes

                    Prana!

                    Misty waters

                    About our lives

                    Colored ripples

                    For our minds

                    Prana!

                    Solar winds

                    Lunar tides

                    For a vision

                    I close my eyes

                    Dream a dream

                    I'm lying still

                    Take a breath

                    Capture my will

                    Prana!

 

                    Plunder

                    (See Transmission for original version of this song)

                    Meaningful Prayers (for Gail)

                    Meaningful prayers drift by

                    Tossed in the air, they fly

                    Silence and songs to sing

                    Four bells and a gong that rings

                    Feminine mystery

                    Haunting and lonely

                    Trapped in a room, she breathes

                    Her fear is a sword she sheaths

                    A mystery ride runs by

                    The lover inside can fly

                    Feminine mystery

                    Haunting and lonely

                    Ever so lovely

                    Every so lonely

                    Loving so sweetly

                    Shy and discretely

                    Fall on rhyme and sing

                    A wonderous chime to ring

                    Hiding from night she cries

                    A bird will take flight, so high

                    Feminine mystery

                    Haunting and lonely

                    Feathers and beads and things

                    He waits and he pleads and sings

                    She's off on a lark to dream

                    A penniless spark, it seems

                    Feminine mystery

                    Haunting and lonely

                    Ever so lovely

                    Every so lonely

                    Loving so sweetly

                    Shy and discretely

                    Love and life

                    And time and time

                    Will her world

                    Be shared with mine?

                    Can she see

                    The prayer in me?

                    Will she share

                    Her secet dream?

 

                    Use Me

                    Pull me to bits

                    If you want, you can have me

                    Shake me to the depths of my soul

                    Leave me small piece of mind

                    If you want to

                    Use me anytime that you like

                    Use me a little

                    Touch me a little

                    Show me all the gifts that you have

                    Together we're winners

                    Tracing a skyline

                    Placing all our dreams in the clouds

                    Pieces of sky

                    Are like droplets of silver

                    Give me gold coins from the sun

                    The tears on my face

                    Are the wings of my spirit

                    Guide me like the wind through the trees

                    Use me a little

                    Touch me a little

                    Show me all the gifts that you have

                    Together we're winners

                    Tracing a skyline

                    Placing all our dreams in the clouds

                    Let's open our hearts

                    Reach for the gold

                    Taking it to the very limit

                    Climb on the back

                    Of a large screaming bird

                    Saddle her up and we're off and running

                    Lady Finger

                    Lady Finger

                    Swimming Moon

                    Touching Member

                    Harpoon!

                    Lady Finger

                    Full of Grace

                    Bloody Monthly

                    Sacred Race

                    Legends live to make us swoon

                    Riding sunbeams from the Moon

                    Poking angels in the eye

                    The battle cry...Harpoon!

                    Lady Finger

                    Licking grease

                    For a fortnight

                    We increase

                    Lady Finger

                    From above

                    Thumping heart

                    Goddess love

                    Legends live to make us swoon

                    Riding sunbeams from the Moon

                    Poking angels in the eye

                    The battle cry...Harpoon!

                    Fiery chariots

                    Raining from the sky

                    Looking down

                    Mother waves good-bye

                    Holy Angel

                    Shouts of soothing words

                    In a moment

                    I fall upon my sword

                    Upon my sword

                    Lady Finger

                    Scarlet whore

                    Swiming urchin

                    Doth adore

                    Lady Finger

                    Shining tooth

                    Lord of Vengeance

                    Reign of Truth

                    Legends live to make us swoon

                    Riding sunbeams from the Moon

                    Poking angels in the eye

                    The battle cry...Harpoon!

 

                    Red Letter

                    Love my son, love

                    These are the first words

                    I'd say to you

                    For the heaven's above

                    Chasing rain

                    And the morning dew

                    Red letter written on the wall

                    By goose-necked horses in racing stalls

                    Screaming birds with wings a-flame

                    Raging bulls calling out my name

                    Mansions of dreams

                    Chasing phantoms

                    And morning schemes

                    Creating options abroad

                    Dusted circles

                    On fertile ground

                    Red letter written on the wall

                    By goose-necked horses in racing stalls

                    Screaming birds with wings a-flame

                    Raging bulls calling out my name

                    Here comes the

                    Ranger of light

                    Riding steeds through

                    The raging fire

                    Surging visions

                    For the night

                    How I thirst

                    For the dancing squire

                    Red letter written on the wall

                    By goose-necked horses in racing stalls

                    Screaming birds with wings a-flame

                    Raging bulls calling out my name

                    Angels Can Fly

                    You can't save yourself

                    From the view of your mind

                    In the night we falter

                    Such a do or die game

                    Why don't leave it behind

                    To some other time

                    But angels can fly

                    To the highest aethyr

                    Leaping about

                    With magnetic laughter

                    This race is ruse

                    This game that we play

                    Hard for keeps and glory

                    Some facts are all lies

                    So we subscribe what we see

                    To the highest standard

                    But angels can fly

                    To the highest aethyr

                    Fly with no mind

                    For no man to suffer

                    Don't run from your truths

                    The purpose of life

                    In the darkness, we find

                    The Earth is a bulwark

                    Plant your feet on the ground

                    And break to and forward

                    But angels can fly

                    To the highest aethyr

                    Leaping about

                    With magnetic laughter

 

        Solo Love Songs on the Piano

            Around the time that Transmission was breaking up, I came for the first time to appreciate the concept of a love song, though I had written my first one several years prior.  But that was more trying to come to terms with a painful memory and a young and foolish man who botched up his first serious love. This was a form of writing that was antithetical to the raison d'etre for my art.  But as I had begun to grow a bit older, my appreciation for this traditional form of composition began to interest me.  And a couple of years ago, I fell in love more deeply than I had ever experienced before...giving me the fourth song.  I'm now studying Jazz Piano in the hopes of writing more songs in the 'standard' tradition.

 

            November 2007ev Update:  I've connected with an interesting fellow who's hired me to write a series of songs about a love relationship that includes 'I Love Her'.  Because of this, we've made a scratch recording of the song and are starting on the writing of the rest of the set. This gentleman, Dan Allen, is a media promotor, recording engineer and photographer.  He's taken a set of pictures to begin the project that can be found at: http://www.pauljosephrovelli.com

 

 Look at You Now
(For Roseanne)
I Want You Around
(For Khym)
I Need You
(For Monique)
I Love Her
(For Ami)

 

        Transmission (1981ev-1984ev)

        My second serious rock band.  However, we gigged only occasionally but we did get airplay on

        WFMU.  I was quite surprised one day after we had broken-up to hear one of the DJs eulogize us.

 

            Paul Joseph Rovelli    Keyboards & Vocals

            Russ Landis               Guitar & Backing Vocals

            Dan don Diego           Bass

            Jeff Ashbrook            Drums

 

                   Apocalypse

                    The hour's clearly getting nearer

                    The day is dawning and I fear her

                    with our great science, we approach it

                    men in alliance with their rocket

                    The alignment of planets, '82

                    There's no concealment to our fate.

                    Secretary Watt, he implores it

                    But my own soul, I must abhore it

                    Dreaming visions of the future

                    The Bible truth, he can infer

                    Our moral majority is endearing

                    Just like sheep, they need a shearing

                    Apocalypse!

 

 

                    Dead Heroes

                    The victims of doom cry

                    Dead Heroes on the funeral pyre

                    Society crumbles

                    And anarchy is born again

                    The reign of kings

                    And velvet robes

                    Defection and CIA probes

                    Election and idolotry

                    Is what's in store for you and me

                    Massive frustration

                    Poisoned by intoxication

                    Man, war and machine

                    How we get our innards clean

                    The reign of kings

                    And velvet robes

                    Defection and CIA probes

                    Election and Idolotry

                    Is what's in store for you and me

 

                    Wake Up

                    I'll tell you a story

                    That you won't believe

                    It's about a man

                    With a shirt and sleeve

                    He works all the day

                    Controlling your life

                    Pumping machines

                    That don't come alive

                    Got to stop this power

                    Now's the time, the hour

                    It's as you know it should be

                    It's up to you and to me

                    People please look

                    People please see

                    Give us to death

                    Or to liberty

                    They poison our mind

                    To slow down our brain

                    And don't you know it

                    We caught the wrong train

                    Got to stop this power

                    Now's the time, the hour

                    It's as you know it should be

                    It's up to you and to me

 

                    Crazy Evolution (see The Allies for the original version of this song)

 

                    Warning

                    You will rot

                    You will stink

                    If you go beyond the brink

                    Reach a goal

                    Gain control

                    If you want to save your soul

                    Can't you see

                    This is me

                    This is what I want to be

                    Life ends too

                    Soon for you

                    Where will you be

                    When you're through

                    Turn the music around, 'round

                    Dance the tarantella

                    Burn and spin

                    Deep in the heart of your mind

                    Within a wall of sound

                    Lucid civilization

                    Complete uncontrol

 

                    Memoria (For John Lennon)

                    Christ! I'm bigger than Jesus

                    I got a lot to say

                    Breakin' my heart and body

                    For the human race

                    I got a lot to say

                    You people asked too much

                    Stripped me of my youth

                    I needed some time for myself, now

                    Then someone had to shoot

                    No plans to die that way

                    Crucified my love relation

                    Tore my heart to tears

                    Stole me away from my family

                    I lost a lot of years

                    I had to live that way

                    Christ! I'm bigger than Jesus

                    I had a lot to say

                    Breakin' my heart and body

                    No plans to die that way

 

                    Leave the Children Dead

                    Give me, give and take

                           Then I'll rape me a mountain

                           Shooting birds in the swamp

                           Then erect me a fountain

                           Dashing hooves asunder

                           O'er the ground they plunder

                           Soldiers waging war

                           What are they dying for?

                            ====

                            Anger is shot through your head;

                            Leave the Children dead

                            Eyes on the street just see red;

                            Leave the Children dead

                             ====

                            Monkeys call the shots

                            People won't even watch it

                            The media spreads their lies

                            And stupidly, we believe it

                            The wheels go 'round and 'round

                            Our modern Rome falls down

                            Inflation, masturbation

                            A world of dull sensation

                             ====

                            Anger is shot through your head

                            Leave the Children dead

                            Eyes on the street just see red

                            Leave the Children dead

                             ===

                            It's corporate management

                            Puppet politics

                            Sex and drugs on the TV

                            And in the street

                            To poison our fucking imagination

                            Apathy, fills the void

                             ===

                            Anger is shot through your head

                            Leave the Children Dead

                           Eyes on the street just see red

                           Leave the Children Dead

                           Dead!

 

                    The Mourning Song

                    People, you breath fire

                    People, you get high

                    Oh, People, you make me cry

                    You cast your brains into the sea

                    Drown your sorrows in misery

                    Brother, a prayer for thee

                    People, you drink piss

                    People, from a dish

                    Oh, People, how I wish

                    You cast your brains into the sea

                    Drown your sorrows in misery

                    Brother, a prayer for thee

 

                    Accelerate

                    (see The Allies for the original version of this song)

 

                    Oh Helpless Servant

                    (see The Allies for the original version of this song)                    

 

                    Plunder

                    To pieces

                    Bombarding sand castles

                    Fractured glasses

                    Truth revealing

                    Deserting mass-conforming clean

                    Heaven

                    The spider's eye-poked web

                    Deceitful promise

                    Only life within a non-conforming means

                    Walls climb

                    Rising in the desert

                    And vision tumbles

                    Eyeballs rolling down a barricade of dreams

                    Passion

                    Man's erecting buildings

                    And journeys forward

                    Into burning structures falling at the seams

                    Take it all back

                    Talk of ancient rites

                    Bring it out

                    Burning vision

                    Remember the men

                    Who made us wonder

                    Down to the Earth

                    Political plunder

                    Plunder!

 

                    The Times Ahead

                    Where are we going?

                    The time is ahead

                    People reaching

                    People grabbing

                    And the money is red

                    Manifest Destiny whirls

                    Meets in the eye of a storm

                    People writing IOUs

                    To beat the Russian command

                    Take this dream and put on rewind

                    Move and take it away

                    Take this dream and put on rewind

                    Move and take it away

                    Which way to travel?

                    I want a free ride

                    Man meshes onto the battlefield

                    It's a big melting-pot

                    Crome-Magnum

                    Man-revolver

                    Constant change in our land

                    Take this dream and put on rewind

                    Move and take it away

                    Take this dream and put on rewind

                    Move and take it away

                    Where to from here?

                    The Times Ahead

                    Where to from here?

                    The Times Ahead

 

        Oscillations (1981ev)

            After the Allies broke up, I met Russ Landis through some friends at Ramapo College.  We soon took the same electronic recording and music theory classes together.  This would soon bring us to forming an electronic duo and meeting up with Dan Berman at WFMU.  He eventually booked our act at the legendary Folk City in New York.  From there, the only other gig we did was at Ramapo College before we would quit this to form Transmission.

 

Paul Joseph Rovelli     Synthesizers & Vocals
Russ Landis                Synthesizers & Guitar

 

                   Recording of  Live @ Folk City (October 31, 1981ev) 

                   Knee Play 1

                   Knee Play 2

                   Knee Plays 3-4

                   Knee Plays 5 & 6 (partial)

                   Knee Play 7

 

        Solo Electronic Music Projects

 

            In my electronic music studies, I had some projects on the old Moog Synthesizer and Sequencer.  This ancient machine was nothing but plugs and dials that was quite complicated to learn.  I have to admit that without thehelp of Russ Landis, I wouldn't have done too well...as I'm not really that technical a thinker. 

                    Reflections on a Dream

                    Traffic Paranoia

                    Transcendental Journeys

 

        The Allies (1978ev-1980ev)

            My first rock band right out of High School.  This band still represents the most creative experience that I ever had in a band.  We had gotten to the point where the entire band was writing together.  These songs represent my solo compositions. 

            Paul Joseph Rovelli    Keyboards & Vocals

            Sal Caruso                Guitar & Vocals

            David Weinstein        Bass & Vocals

            Tom Shicowitz          Drums & Vocals

 

 

                    Call on the Young                    

                    Accelerate                    

                    Oh Helpless Servant                    

                    The Mourning Song                    

                    Take It                    

                    The Flying Tune

                         Music by Sal Caruso

                         Lyrics by Paul Joseph Rovelli

 

                    What Do You Know

                         Music by Paul Joseph Rovelli

                         Lyrics by Tom Shicowitz

 

                    And I Wanna Die                    

                    This Planet

                    

                    Crazy Evolution

                    When this world just gets you down

                    Your body aches and your head spins round

                    Don't you just hate when they pull their shit

                    Come around the other side and get ahead of it

                    There's more to see and a lot to tell

                    Life is a rose and nobody knows

                    My body whirls in fits of rage

                    I spit at the animals in their cage

 

 Sessions w/Keith Johnson (1991ev)

                    Keith and I met each other through an electronic music ensemble that met to jam every Sunday afternoon. Actually, in those sessions, it was quite an honor to play with Don Slepian, who was considered the most accomplished electronic musician in the New York metropolitan area.  These particular recordings were the project of two keyboardists improvising on a 4-track machine.  It was an afternoon of Magick for us. 

                    Session I

                    Session II 

        Session w/Keith Karagan (1995ev) 

                    Keith and I met each other when he answered a musicians want ad when when I was forming the band that would come to be called 'Joy'.  I had known him for some time by the time of these recordings.  I was surprised to learn of his strong interest in poetry...a well kept secret on his part...though we shared an involvement in the Utne Salons for some time at this point.  We had a lot of fun with these improvisations on a 4-track machine. 

                    Session I

                    Session II 

          Song Scratch 

                    Just tooling around one afternoon and playing with the text for the Breviary of the Holy Gnostic Church 

                    Rambling

 

 

Drawings

             These works were all created during my college career, before graduation in 1984ev.  And they were photographed on a polaroid at that time.  They're not too clear, but I later became interested in sculpture and apprenticed briefly, for Warren Sonberg, the year after I graduated.  Today, I really don't work in any visual medium at all.