THE PERSONAL NATURE OF ALL CREATIVE WORK

ART, MUSIC AND WRITING SHOULD NOT BE REGULATED, HAMPERED, AND CONDEMNED. 

THERE IS A PERSONAL NATURE TO CREATED WORKS. 

THE CONJURED VISIONS AND SOUNDS HAVE TO BE WILLINGLY VIEWED AND LISTENED TO. THE CREATIONS DO NOT AFFECT ANY OTHER UNWILLING PERSON.

THE INTERNAL PROCESS CAN BE ARDUOUS, TAXING AND INTENSE.

RACIAL DIVERSITY IN CINEMA

PRETENDING THAT ALL CULTURES WERE MULTI-RACIAL IS ABSURD.

THERE WERE MANY UNI RACIAL SOCIETIES. MIDDLE EARTH COULD READILY HAVE ONLY ONE RACE AND OTHER RACES WOULD LIVE WHERE THEY LIVED. THERE WERE NO AIRLINERS DISTRIBUTING THE DIFFERENT RACES.

MARIJUANAVILLE IN SOOKE WAS WHITE.

This is a gathering of Hippies a few miles away on the
Gulf Islands,
but it looks just like Marajuanaville in Sooke in 1979..

ADVANCED METHOD HAD A LOT OF EAST ASIAN CUSTOMERS WHO MADE JEWELRY.

WHEN I TRAVELED TO PLAY HARMONICA I HAD MANY BLACK ASSOCIATES.

I HAD MANY NATIVE INDIAN ASSOCIATES IN THE JEWELRY BUSINESS AND WHEN I CONDUCTED MY MUSICAL ADVENTURES. 

I KNEW AND WAS KNOWN BY A LOT OF CHINESE. I SHOPPED IN THEIR STORES AND ATE IN THEIR RESTAURANTS.

THERE WAS NOWHERE WHERE ALL OF THE DIFFERENT RACIAL GROUPS MET ALL AT ONCE. I WOULD WORK AND SHOP AND COOPERATE AND PERFORM WITH EACH GROUP WHERE I MET WITH THEM IN THEIR FRAGMENT OF SOCIETY OR AT A FACILITY WHERE I WAS A PARTICIPANT OR WHICH I HAD CREATED FOR WORK.

Watch my mache'!

There were paper mache' monsters in the windows at Burrvilla. Dragons.

MY HOUSE ON CRESCENT ISLAND HAD A NAME, " BURRVILLA".

What a cool name Laurel Canyon Canada would have had.

This is a picture of the Burr House on Crescent Island before I had it in the mid 1970`s.

When I had it it was still on Crescent Island with a nice 7 acre woodland grown up in front of it.

It was not nearly as nice as Laurel Canyon but the South FRASER  RIVER was out front and you could be back in downtown Vancouver in twenty minutes or walk on the dikes and the sandbars all the way to Steveston but on a different tree covered sandbar with an old fish shack road on it.

I WAS THERE A LOT, RECOVERING FROM BEING VIRTUALLY PARALYZED. MUSICIANS WOULD DROP BY.  SUNDAYS I WOULD ARRANGE TO HAVE ENOUGH MUSICIANS TO COME OUT WHEN I WAS ABLE TO HOST THE SPACE JAM. MY HOUSE WAS GIVEN TO ANTIQUE DEALER AND FAKER LANG FOR ONE DOLLAR ENDING MYSELF AND ALL OF MY MUSICAL CONNECTIVITY IN LATE 1978.