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Paul Muzea

ambient, world and otherworld music

One path of infinite possibility

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on February 24, 2018
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I write this to myself; if anyone can use it, I’m grateful that I’ve shared it.

We humans are explorers, and we must choose a path to explore. We have but one path. I don’t mean fate. I mean possibility, but only one at a time
The paths offered us are infinite. It is not only the essential right, but obligation to choose a path and not worry where it leads us. It is our obligation and right to choose and follow our own path and explore it. If you find someone to travel with, that you can teach, that you can learn from and learn with, how wonderful. But you can lead no one, and no one can lead you. It is false and unfair, should anyone tell you otherwise. Always seek the wisdom within yourself to know when a path no longer serves you. And always seek the strength to continue, when you know in your heart, no matter how difficult, it is right one. Not in your mind, in your heart. Know the difference. It is a dangerous one.
Turn in any direction, any infinite selection. Choose the path that draws you. If you take pleasure and comfort, if you continue to learn from it, then continue. If not, stop, leaving it, and taking what you have learned. Once again, turn in any direction and choose, ignoring the path you were once on, ignoring whatever attempts to draw you back to it. And don’t delay. You are only afforded so much time in life to follow this path.
This is your wealth and treasure. The universe offers infinite wealth and choices, but you must seek them, be it spiritually, emotionally or physically. Be fearless in your own path. Be confident in your wisdom to choose the right one, and be gentle to yourself when your path becomes tumultuous. No path is free from pain and suffering. If you do not learn from the suffering, you have wasted an opportunity.
And be humble, compassionate and strong when you find one who is struggling to find their own path. Humble because you know no more than they do about this path other than it exists. Be compassionate because it is what you would want for yourself. Be strong because the weak accomplish little and move slowly on their path, if at all. As I mentioned, the strong and courageous move quickly on their path and cover more ground. The weak do not.
The only things we need to take on this path are strength, honestly, compassion, humility and what we have learned.

One Fall Evening

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on October 6, 2016
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One Fall Evening

Staying in touch with the green world around me is a big part of where music comes from for me.

I sat on the edge of a high cliff overlooking the river valley, and watched the sun back down behind the mountain
Cast lengthening shadows
And golden early fall light as far as the eye could see.
I could hear the sound of the wind in the trees
And I could smell the rock of the cliff.


Sunset-Anywhere and NowhereEach sunset is so unique
And yet can bring back memories of so many others:
A peaceful windy evening on the prarie near Albert Lea
A dead still November night camped out on a service road in death valley
Where the only sound was that of your hearbeat,
The sun dropping into the pacific ocean as seen from the coastal mountains in the Olympics.
A bitter cold evening camped in the high snows on Mt marcy, with the last alpenglow turning the confection covered pines a rich pastel pink.
The sky turned to fire as the sun dropped below the clouds of what had been a battleship gray dismal day at the foot of the Columbia glacier in Alberta.

All these memories came back to me. And for a little while, I couldn’t remember what it was that was troubling me earlier.

In search of ambient energy…

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on October 3, 2015
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Has it been over a year since I last posted?! Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. They say time flies when your having fun, and the past two years were the best of my life, performing and touring with the most amazing artist I’ve ever had the luck to meet, work and live with. Lucky with a capital L.

But now I’m back in another place I love.  That’s right here.

I haven’t been totally devoid of my own work during my side projects; as a matter of fact, I’m pretty deep into and far along into the next CD “Ambient Energy”

Ambient Energy2

Where does ambient energy come from?

Ambient energy is:

The creative process. The output of the soul.

Where does it come from? Why? Questions asked since as long as humans scratched out the first image on rock or beat on a log in rhythm.

The reflection of the universe as we know it, as we see it. So that maybe some one else may someday see it too.

I don’t know about anyone else, but for me it is a lie for me to think it comes from within, as if it’s special, (the word normally used to describe it is “talented”). I don’t know about anyone else, but any music that comes out of me is coming through me. Maybe talent is just the ability to channel that ambient energy from the universe to the ears of listeners- and that’s what music really is. Maybe. I don’t know.

It is a lie when an artist says “I do it only for myself”.  They may not listen to criticism, but they do need to be heard. It is as natural as breathing to be heard by your fellow humans. Music without an audience is like singing in a vacuum. No ears, no point.

So I offer up a listen to anyone who will hear.

This is destined to be the opening track on the CD “Ambient Energy”. I hope it will put you in the place of solitude I always seek. The track is named Alberio, the name of a star 430 light years away, found in the constellation Cygnus. It is a beautiful name for a star, and a beautiful name for a song.


Live for live music

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on August 23, 2014
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The summers are always filled with the sounds of live music everywhere here in the shadow of Woodstock.
Each year in early August, the hippies, old (who remember the festival in ’69) and new( who wish they remembered it) return for what equates to a religious experience.The road to Woodstock
Yasgurs old farm, (though not the place where the actual festival took place, but the closest thing to it that allows hippies en masse to congregate) is filled with tents, resurrected VW buses and people, young and old, just reaching back to a simpler time of hope,love, harmony, along with alot of dope and great music.
It’s hard to fight “the flow” around here. Year round “the site” has a subtle yet profound effect on the land and the people. You notice a quiet reverence from those who visit the corner of Hurd and West Settlement roads, ground zero right near where the stage then stood for a half a million people, and a plaque commemorating it now stands. Traveling these sleepy bucolic roads, it’s hard to believe this gentle field was the stage for an event that changed a nation, a culture and history forever. Hard to not get quiet and introspective. Santana put it best when he returned for the first time forty years later: “This is sacred ground”Ground Zero-Woodstock
So summer around here is simply about playing music live, lots of it; acoustic and electric, blues, rock, world and anything else you can think of. Live music is forever in the DNA of the land, so we celebrate it long, loud and sweet. The night air mingles the scent of jasmine and weed, and the sound of the crickets at night and locusts by day mix with the sound of guitars.
And I am so humbled to be part of making the sounds of summer that are part of the celebration of Woodstock. The winters are cold and hard, and there’s plenty of time for the studio then. Right now it’s about the music, the moment it happens and the people who make it. Deep in the brilliant summer nights. Live and loud.



River People

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on April 27, 2014
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We as a species are generally dwellers. There are some who are drifters, wanderers, nomads, but basically we as a race find a place we like and stick with it. Or never move from where we were born.

I now live several miles from the Delaware river. The part that runs clear as drinking water. Bald and golden eagles live here. Wild trout live here.
We like to think a place we live in is ours. But in fact, it’s the opposite; we belong to the land. If I were to move away,something would be missing. From me. And from the land. Owning land seems such an absurd concept. Sitting Bull, when asked about selling “his people’s land” replied “selling the land is like selling your ancestors”

I know many people who do possess a strong connection to this place, though they never mention it; its not blatantly obvious they all belong to the river but it is evident. Part of this family.
We are river people.
As part of a family we feel the need to protect loved ones. And that includes the river. The only thing on it’s side is time. The river will endure. Damaged, injured,it will heal with time; will remain as it has for tens of thousands of year.
But we don’t. We as individuals are far less significant and enduring than the place we “own”. Our significance as humans only goes so far as the extent we interact with our surroundings, will become our legacy, for better or worse.
Doing nothing leaves nothing. Do something good for the place you live.

The Delaware River near Narrowsburg, NY as seen from the center.

Once given the distinction of being the cleanest River in the US, the upper Delaware River region is under pressure from big money and big energy companies for development of Hydro-fracking for natural gas.

Ambassador of Music

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on November 18, 2013
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The world should be thick and full of rhythms and grooves. The beat of the planet is such that music of all kinds, no matter how different or how far flung from the edges of the planet will always meld together in the human song of life. The artist that takes music from one part of the world and makes it fit seemlessly into another is the true ambassador of humanity, bypassing futile boundaries of language and reaching right into the heart.
The world just lost one of those grooves. DJ Cheb I Sabbah, an artist I greatly admired.

one of my favorites:
Esh ‘Dani, Alash Mshit The Rai of Light Club Remix]


Playing for a cause.

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on November 10, 2013
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So we are a village.
People who play music-or people who do anything that contributes to a better world for no other reason than it’s the right thing to do, can’t help but get together when someone’s in need.
As of late I have stepped back a little from a solitary world of softsynths, ethereal pads and electronic grooves and returned to a world of music that is live, flesh and blood, sweat and heat; where you smile at someone in the middle of a great groove and they smile back and it just gets better. Music the way it’s been since the beginning. Souls singing out using just voices and a few taught strings or skins.

Yesterday I was part of a benefit concert for a 5 month girl with a malignant tumor. Stage 3 Cancer.
The local (and not so local) talent that came out to support was humbling. And all that talent itself was humble. A lot of time and effort for no other reason than it’s the right thing to do. I will always be in awe of people who do that. It is the prime mission of any human.
“Help others when you can”. If I can remember that and stick to it, happiness is so ridiculously easy to attain and maintain.

Hats off to Papa John who worked to put this all together. A great drummer and a great human.

Donations for Elena Marie Sanchez

First listen-15 years later

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on August 30, 2013
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In the late 90’s I was at a session doing guitar work for a friend at Clinton Studios in New York.
When I got to the studio that evening I got to hear, for the first time, the track I was going to play on.
The track grew on me quickly, and stuck in my head long after, even though it was be the last time I would hear it for many years.
Just today, I got the email, all these years later, with the finished track attached.
I like the song even more now, so I thought it’d be cool to post it.

What I remember most about the date was working in studio A at Clinton.
Now long closed, Clinton studio, like all those old studios in New York, had a stellar history. At least 40 feet long and 30 feet high, Studio A was a sound stage that could contain an entire orchestra. They would record soundtracks for Disney movies, as well as countless commercials. I remember sitting between takes at the 9 foot Steinway, thinking to myself “this piano accompanied Sinatra…”

Here’s a shot of Studio A at Clinton.


I set up my tiny 250ML amp on a chair, about 15 feet in front of the control room window, facing out into the room, with a Neumann Mic in front and a DI feed in the back. I turned up. All the way up. Most sessions you never remember. Some you never forget…

Ground Hog Day

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on February 2, 2013
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5 Degrees
Waning half moon
high in the sky
the air is still
but still has a bite
a fresh pure clean blanket of snow
covers the world
the landscape is lit
almost as if by
eerie pale blue daylight
and the snow sparkling
in the moonlight
is unmistakably
almost unbearable
in its intense beauty
its intense silence.
February 2. Winter is half done.

Instead of…

Posted by paulmuzea_wp on December 16, 2012
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Do you know when you get to feeling like doing something else rather than what you actually are, and have to be doing?  I doubt there’s anyone who doesn’t.

Or how about when you feel you should be doing something else instead of what you are actually doing.  And I don’t mean watching  TV, or mindlessly surfing. I mean when you are doing something that’s really important to you. The things that bring you and perhaps others joy and that bring in little, if any income, vs the things which you do to survive (aka: day job).

Only the few fortunate really do what it is they are impassioned about and get paid for it.

The rest of us have to fit in what we love when we can in the constant balancing act of life. And it seems to get worse as you get older.

The first thing that we wind up giving up: sleep. Many artists/composers/writers/bloggers are sleep deprived. Most folks stay up late. I wake up the middle of the night, in the quiet open spaces of the wee hours of the day to create music. It took me many years to realize what works for me.

For many it’s inspiring to see how people fit what they love to do into an already demanding schedule of have-to-dos

So, if you have a passion and path you follow, and are inclined to share, I’m curious. What is it you love to do and how do you fit it into what you have to do?