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This song is dedicated to a special person,
and to his community, our sisters and brothers.
I’m releasing it ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,
A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”
and
for Videl’s brothers + sisters
Videl is gone too soon at a local hospital, …
where I sang him this song on his deathbed. A moment for which I am grateful.
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
and he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and Videl was my friend.
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. It took a long time for me to get over his passing.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …
but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside the “Cat Hospital” …
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not …
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest … “ continued ~> https://calililiindies.bandcamp.com/track/saint-in-the-city-of-angels-pico-gather-up-you
This song is dedicated to a special person,
and to his community, our sisters and brothers.
I’m releasing it ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,
A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”
and
for Videl’s brothers + sisters
Videl is gone too soon at a local hospital, …
where I sang him this song on his deathbed. A moment for which I am grateful.
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
and he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and Videl was my friend.
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. It took a long time for me to get over his passing.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …
but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside the “Cat Hospital” …
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not …
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest … “ continued ~> https://calililiindies.bandcamp.com/track/saint-in-the-city-of-angels-pico-gather-up-you
This song is dedicated to a special person,
and to his community, our sisters and brothers.
I’m releasing it ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,
A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”
and
for Videl’s brothers + sisters
Videl is gone too soon at a local hospital, …
where I sang him this song on his deathbed. A moment for which I am grateful.
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
and he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and Videl was my friend.
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. It took a long time for me to get over his passing.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …
but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside the “Cat Hospital” …
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not …
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest … “ continued ~> https://calililiindies.bandcamp.com/track/saint-in-the-city-of-angels-pico-gather-up-you
It was also born from a life story, like all my songs,
But this one echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz Mariscal.
I dedicate the song to Videl,
and to his community, our sisters and brothers.
I’m releasing it with the other “singles” ahead of the album, as a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and every-where.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl Diaz Mariscal,
A “Saint” i met in the “City of Angels”
and
for Videl’s brothers + sisters
Videl is gone too soon at a local hospital, …
where I sang him this song on his deathbed.
A moment for which I am grateful.
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling … his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious … his energy was glowing with that very special light.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, he sheepishly showed me the bottle … I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits. Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but … still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription … and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on … OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing. That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere. Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him bc I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC…
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person i met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder …
but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared … the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me “ mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And this song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved "CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside the “Cat Hospital” …
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not …
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
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