Corey Planck
Corey Planck

Who am I? No, really, just whooo do I think I am? I could give you a name, a short history, and a brief physical description; but what truly discerns my individuality? As I sit here and reflect, my mind wanders elsewhere and my ears are what take me there. Sun Ra soars out of my speakers as I dive in. Precisely put Mr. Ra, it's just like "Angels and demons at play", "Music from the world tomorrow", that is what has brought us here. And yes, a mouse in my pocket and two birds in my tree. Music be the master, the mentor, the guide and comforter on this crazy evolutionary pilgrimage known as life.

It hit me like the voice of divinity, when my mother sang me to sleep as a child. Usually selections from Janis Joplin's Pearl album or something by The Beatles, preferably Strawberry Fields or perhaps an old Motown tune probably written by the Funk brothers. What ever the soothing melody was it would ease me into my dream state. Just like my little, plastic record player with my Seasame Street sleepy time album, I knew that music would be there for me.

In 1984 when I was six years old I received my first three cassette tapes for my birthday (Oct. 24, Scorlibran): Van Halen "1984", the "We are the World" single, and Michael Jackson's "Thriller" album. To hear David Lee Roth shout "Jump" with such enthusiasm a child my age couldn't help but do just that, or to hear Alex Van Halen's drums rumble like a Harley Davidson, to be able to dance freely, with nobody watching me, like one of the zombie freaks in M.J.'s "Thriller" video, or to sing: "We are the world, We are the children" along with the likes of Stevie Wonder and The Boss, this is how I knew that I was in love with the sound, the rhythm, the melody, the harmony, the music, and to top off all these wonderful relevations I was having, a few months later the folks got us tickets for my first show.

That's right we were headed to the Silverdome to hear and see Michael Jackson live in concert, the Thriller tour. I remember it like the greatest dream I could possibly be having, and mind you I was decked out in shiny, red, synthetic, leather jacket adorned with a plethora of gleaming silver zippers and buttons. I had the sunglasses, black parachute pants, black penny loafers with white socks, and of course, the trademark sequin glove that would shimmer in the light like the heavenly bodies on a clear, dark night. Like M.J.'s little white stunt double I was ripped right out of the "Beat It" video and thrown into a world you can only imagine.

Multi-chromatic lights cutting through the smog like dancing knives, cleverly crafted choreography mingled with Arthurian theatrics of mighty sword in stone. The thousands of people and the sound of their roar of adoration, the sound, it hit and moved through me like all sorts of water and weather. Like earthquakes and tidal waves and electrical storms, like a frozen surfaced river with rapid torrents beneathe, like a tornado and a huricane and then its eye, delicate like the slightest ripple in a serene pond and then fierce like a whirlpool pulling me down to the deepest depths of the sound and then bang, releasing me. It was then, somewhere in my subconcious mind (probably the part that harbors our dreams) that I knew just as a painter must paint and a lion must kill, I must create music.

Creation, music and its power to move; this is what compels and defines me. It is my motivation and reason to live, it is my morphine and my chocolate, it is my ego, id and super ego wrapped in one, my angels and demons at play, it is my only hope for tomorrow and my only prayer for today, and just as "In a Silent Way" Miles' waterbabies are giving rebirth to the cool by floating a dance upon my eardrums even as I type. So let the holy ghost keep working its way on through us, for we are the chosen and we must answer the call. Work it! God is Love, Allen, because All is Love if you look at it in the right light. Thanks Kurt, its true! "Strange travel suggestions are God's way of giving us dancing lessons." So play on; Flower children; Breathe to bloom; A Love Supreme...

~Corey Adam Planck

Corey Planck's Favorite Albums
Mr. BungleMr. Bungle
Mr. BungleCalifornia
Red Hot Chili PeppersBlood Sugar Sex Magic
FunkadelicOne Nation Under A Groove
Miles DavisSeven Steps To Heaven
Digable PlanetsReachin (A New Refutation of Time and Space)
Tori AmosBoys for Pele
Laura LoveShum Ticky
Martin SextonBlack Sheep
Percy HillColor in Bloom

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