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Don’t Forget About Infinity

Don’t Forget About Infinity

by Angie Mack Reilly 2019

Just remember that there are an infinite number of possibilities
An infinite number of combinations
An infinite number of ways in which your story could end
You could literally be alone and crying tonight
But then meet your true love during an accident
on the way to work the next morning

Angela’s Jig Written by Monica Radzin and Interpreted, Played by Angie Mack Reilly on Piano

 

How I Would Live/ an excerpt /by Angie Mack Reilly 2019

An /excerpt/ of a poem…….

by Angie Mack Reilly 2019

If I were to choose my own life to live,
I would slow down.
Travel.
Write.
Compose.
Read.
Observe.
Record.
Make things.
Sell things.
Things with meaning
like necklaces and such.
I wouldn’t have a strict schedule.
I would move about freely
at the speed that I like
which is slow.
I am an artist.
A multi-disciplinary artist.
I communicate best through the arts
and use a variety of means
to communicate.
It requires much solitude to formulate ideas.
Much research and thinking is involved.
I have not been able to use my own artistic skills
to their fullest capacity
because of being occupied with surviving.
Financially. Medically. Emotionally. Physically.
So I would like to give myself space,
for the first time in life,
to produce my own creative work.
I am thinking that I would like for it to be a musical.
Or a book.
Or to record people and events on the road…….

To Be Continuted……

From an Ant’s Perspective: A Parable by Angie Mack Reilly

From an Ants Perspective
(C) 11/2004 Angela K. Mack
Hello.  My name is Alfred Ant XII.  This is my testimony of my salvation…..

 

You see, on the day I was ready to walk, my father pulled me aside.  We sat underneath the dandelion and he gave me “THE TALK”. He said, “It is time for you to go to work, young man”.  Then, he proudly placed a pin on my chest with the numbers 1-4-2.  “Your place in this society is to stand 142nd in line.  You are now ready and strong enough to carry dirt from point A to point B.”  Immediately I questioned him, “But dad, I was thinking about being some sort of pioneer.  You know, like Columbus or something.  I want to travel.  I want to explore.  I want to voyage like the Vikings.  I want to know the world like no other has known it.  I want to be a like a gypsy.  I want to be an artist.”  My father gave me a blank stare as if I had thrown him off of his brainwashed mind.  To be honest, he looked as though he were going to have a heart attack.  “Dad, are you OK?” I asked.

Then, he awoke from his stare and frowned while firmly pointing.  “Get in line.  This is the way our people live.  They have lived like this for billions of years.  We are the working middle class.  We have our place in the queen’s society.  We follow the rules.  We toil with all of our might.  This helps create order.  Your desires are deviant.  They are dysfunctional.  It’s not normal, son.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from him.  I actually thought that he would be happy for me and my dreams.  I thought that, perhaps, he would bring me before the queen and say, “Your majesty, meet my brilliant son.  He has a vision.  He wants to explore.  You may want to listen to what he has to say.”  But no, he didn’t even care.  (I learned from that point on that I could not fully trust or confide in my rigid father.)  He must have pitied the sadness on my face as he continued, “Son, I do love you.  But in our society, deviance is not allowed.  The queen does not allow for any artists or explorers.  She does not want any countercultures to rise up, gain the affection of the people, and potentially dethrone her.  Thus, all rebels are carried by the colony to the spider’s web only to have their blood sucked out of them alive.  It’s torture.  I’ve seen it before many times.  I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

Well, of course I didn’t want to be eaten alive.  So I took my place as 142nd in line.  Each day, as I carried out my monotonous tasks of carrying dirt from A to B, I questioned my existence.  I questioned why I was created.  I questioned what was wrong with me.  I tried to stop thinking about exploring.  I tried to keep my mind on the task.  But I often got distracted and tripped on others during the job because I was daydreaming.  I couldn’t help but secretly fantasize about things such as flying, meeting different species, and living independent of the colony.  I felt like an outsider, clumsy, and ashamed.  My feet just didn’t seem to walk as steadily as theirs.  I had an odd walk.  It was sort of bouncy and syncopated.  I felt hated by God.

Then, one day out of nowhere, I saw a bright light.  It nearly killed me.  It began to literally fry my antennas.  I looked up in terror to the blinding light.  But I couldn’t see where it was coming from.  Next, I saw a raging fire about a foot away from me.  A leaf was burning.  Again, in confusion, I looked up.  Two human boys were hovering over me and my people.  One was holding a magnifying glass and laughing.  I was terrified.  I felt as though I was about to be eternally punished in the fires of hell for being “different”.

Then I heard a voice from above, “Stop!  I have an idea!”  Before I knew it, I was soaring high above my colony.  I started to giggle.  It felt so strange, yet so right.  I was being carried by one of the boys on a woodchip.  I wasn’t even afraid of falling.  In fact, I raised my hands and thanked God.  “Thank you, Jesus!” I shouted over and over again.  At the moment, I didn’t care where I was going.  I was just so elated to be GOING SOMEWHERE, ANYWHERE!  I saw the blue sky so clearly.  I felt like I could touch it.  The colors of the trees around me were greener than I ever imagined.  Like angels, I watched a flock of geese fly overhead.  It was beautiful.  I thought I was going to heaven.

Suddenly, PLOP!  I was rapidly dropped toward the ground and landed in a puddle of water by the curb.  As scary as THAT was, sure enough I began to swim!  I never knew I could swim.  I always dreamt about it.  I wasn’t afraid.  Like flying, it just felt “right”.

As soon as I was able to work my way out of the puddle, I went on to meet many species of insects, birds, and small mammals.  Most of them, aside from some of the human children, were friendly.  I wandered around on my own.  I couldn’t find my way back to my colony even if I wanted to.  It was wonderful.  I ate what I wanted and when I wanted.

Now, my fellow geese, I bring my message to you.  Perhaps, you too, can be saved from your social system.  Perhaps some of you long to soar on a different path.  Perhaps you are tired of flying from North to South to South to North year after year.  There is hope for you.  There is deliverance……..I was saved.  You can be, too.

Liquid Sunshine: Angie Reviews Immortal Girlfriend 4.22.16

“Liquid Sunshine”

by Angie Mack Reilly written 4.22.16.  Photo taken by Angie in April of 2016 in Grafton, WI

Intentionally delayed publishing until 11.12.18

Will and Kevin are brothers from Milwaukee who are hoping to produce their EP this summer. Will is the older brother who writes most of their original songs as well as performs on keys and lead vocals. Kevin plays the drums and bass as well as arranges songs with his brother.

The two performed a “private concert” for me last Saturday which was quite a gift.

Kevin Bush playing bass and Will Bush playing keys
Immortal Girlfriend puts on a private show for Angie Mack Reilly in Grafton, WI before music career takes off.

Their music is highly original with a tight groove, smooth melodies and uplifting lyrics. Listening definitely put me in a better mood. Their performance for me was ambient and fresh yet surprisingly full for two musicians. I couldn’t help but move along to their positive and percussive sounds full of lyrical fluidity. These guys are going places.

Will and Kevin consider themselves as being self-taught. However, they come from a highly musical family with their father Ron being a bassist and their mother Leona a guitar player. Thanks to their cousin who lived with them growing up, Will remembers going to sleep to the sounds of Tupac, Biggie Smalls and other rappers. Will has memories of growing up in the 80s listening to Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit on his brand new “Walkman”.

Their grandfather, Theodore Franks was a multi-talented man who played the guitar and piano in Texas. Their sisters sing and there are even more musicians on their father’s side. Their uncle, Dehner Franks, is a professional and nationally touring songwriter, pianist and minister.

Will and Kevin also minister in music at Epikos Church in West Allis. Both brothers admit that they have risen to a higher level of musical excellence under the leadership of Michael Morgan at Epikos. In 2006, Morgan was in a band called “Northern Room” that opened for Bon Jovi at the Bradley Center. Musicians wanting to play at Epikos have to perform a successful audition.

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Immortal Girlfriend on 88Nine Radio Milwaukee

Will and Kevin have begun a new tour featuring some of their original titles such as “Portia”, “Avid”, “Temple”, “Adrift”, and my favorite of theirs, “Passage”. They have most recently played at Mo’s Irish Pub and Frank’s Power Plant in Milwaukee with great fan reception. Others have described Will and Kevin’s sound as being somewhat like The Cure’s “Burn” or like Sting from the Police.

Words cannot describe my love and care for the “Bush Family”.  Will and Kevin’s parents and I used to play music together at Spirit Life Church in Mequon in the 2000s on a very regular basis.  I’ve also played with Will and Kevin.   Even though I don’t see them several times a week anymore, they will always be family to me.  Because of this, I am sharing. 

Being ill as a musician can be extremely devastating.  I’ve been there.  I know others who have been there.   There is something special that “I know” about Will.  Not only is he like family to me, doggedly hard-working and an amazing musician.   Above all, Will Bush is a voice.  A voice.  A voice.  A VOICE.  A VOICE.  And his heart is beautifully full of love…..

His voice, his message, is pertinent and life-giving.

Ladies and gentleman, let’s rise to the occasion.  These young men are strong leaders.  Thank you in advance.  

WILL’S RECOVERY 

Will Bush Facebook Profile 11.12.18

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Immortal Girlfriend at Summerfest 

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Immortal Girlfriend on JSOnline

Immortal Girlfriend on Soundcloud

CONTACT ANGIE:  angie@ozaukeetalent.com

One of Angie’s “Homes”

Angie Mack Reilly rehearsal space

St. Paul’s University Catholic Center, Madison WI

Photo by Zane Williams

I played piano here often.

In fact, this was one of my first “adopted” rehearsal spaces.

After hours.

The church was always open.  24 hours.  I liked that.  So I lived here a lot.  It was my sanctuary.  A place where I asked questions, cried, sang and waited.  No.  I wasn’t a member.  I kept a low profile.  It was on the UW-Madison block.  So they were accustomed to people my age hanging out from time to time.

The open room and 100% stone interior provided an amazing natural reverb for both my vocals and piano.  The room was always lit just like this.  I liked that.  It made me feel less embarrassed about praying.  And it felt cool.  Like a cave.  Safe.

I played this exact piano.  Not sure what ever happened to it……..that piano was one of my friends.  The way that the sound bounced around when I played and sang.  I can hear it in my mind now.  I learned a lot about the science of acoustics in this room.

I remember working on one of my first songs, “He’s Like the Wind” on that piano.  Let me tell you.  It sounded way better in that stone room.  Memories.