disappear fear!!!!!

This letter was written by sonia of the band disappear fear, a politically charged lightning bolt of truth that travels on the wings of wonderful music.

I met sonia rutsteyn

while she was in town a few years ago producing Lynn Frances Anderson's album "Beautiful Morning", of which I played on the balance of the tracking for the album. It was a fun experience, and she graciously painted a canvas of me, which has occupied a spot in my home for all to see. It was a beautiful gesture, and a testement to what sonia is all about...a lot of giving to the well being of the atmosphere at hand.

She (and her musical partner Terry) are a voice to be reckoned with, and she sends me (and her ferverent following) communiques from the road from time to time. Word search "Disappear Fear" and you will get to Sonia and her message.

This is from her 8/13/06 newsletter from the band. sonia's post starts below the dotted line.

thanks, c

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please excuse the capitol letters
i was writing this on a mostly hebrew computer today
/thank you

dear Folks,

I AM SITTING 6,000 MILES FROM MY NICE LITTLE BALTIMORE HOME IN A COUNTRY THAT I LOVE THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND TORN IN WAR. IT IS EASY TO BE JEWISH AND COMFORTABLE IN AMERICA WHILE SOLDIERS IN ISRAEL AND LEBANON SHOOT TO KILL.

THIS IS REAL.

ALTHOUGH THE HORRIBLE CRIME RATE IN THE STATES IS DANGEROUS AND DISGUSTING, I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE BEEN LIVING, BREATHING, WORKING, SLEEPING IN AN ENVIRONMENT WHERE AT ANY MOMENT, IN A SPLIT SECOND A MISSLE COULD DEMOLISH ME AND MY WORLD.

THERE IS NO LOOKING UP AND SAYING "OH I CAN RUN THIS WAY"...
IT HAPPENS SO FAST YOU DON'T EVEN SEE IT.

THERE IS NO CHOICE.
YOU ARE JUST GONE.

SO THE WORLD I LIVED IN, EARLIER THIS WEEK, IN SHORASHIM WHERE 160 MISSLES ARE LAUNCHED AT US EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS HAS BEEN A NEW LEVEL OF LIFE, NOT A NEW LEVEL OF FEAR.

THE FEAR IS FAMILIAR. SOMETHING I CANNOT CONTROL.
LIKE BAD TURBULANCE ON A PLANE. OR DODGING TORNADOS ACROSS ARKANSAS LIKE WE DID LAST SUMMER, OR THE OTHER NATURAL DISASTERS.

BUT THIS WORK OF WAR IS INTENTIONAL, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE AND YET,
WHEN YOU STAND HERE WHEN YOU LOOK UP AT THE SKY OR WALK ON THE STONES THAT THE JESUS WALKED ON, THAT MOSES LED US TO, THAT MOHAMMED PREACHED FROM, IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE TO UNDERSTAND THAT OF COURSE THIS PASSION FOR GOD, FOR THE UNDERSTANDING OF WHO WE ARE AND WHY THE HECK WE ARE BREATHING ON THIS EARTH TODAY.

IN LIVING LIFE WITH THE BACKGROUND OF DEATH YOU HAVE A GREATER APPRECIATION OF LIFE OF THE DELIBERATE ACTION OF YOUR TIME; AS YOU HAVE IN AMERICA WTIH THE POSSIBILITY OF CRIME AND BAD WEATHER.

BUT HERE, WITH DEATH IN THE FORGROUND, LIFE IS TRULY IRREPLACEABLE...

EVERY MOMENT, EVERY BLACKBERRY AND I MEAN DRIPPING BLACKBERRY HAS NEVER SEEMED MORE SENSATIONAL. MORE VOLUPTUOUS, RICHER, LOUDER, OR THE ACUTE AWARENSES OF NO SOUND AND PERFECTION OF PEACE NO ROCKETS NO PLANES NO COPTERS ONLY WAVES OR WIND OR WILD DRIVING ON THE HIGHWAY...

THE SOUNDLESS SOUND OF BABY TURTLES CRYING.

I NAMED THE BAND "DISAPPEAR FEAR", IT WAS NOT A WHIM...

IT WAS THAT WHEN RICK, MY BROTHER TOLD ME WHEN I WAS 10 THERE WAS A BOMB THAT COULD KILL EVERY ONE ON THE PLANET, BUT THAT MUSIC COULD STOP IT.

I KNEW HOW IMPORTANT MUSIC WAS TO OUR SURVIVAL AND SO IN MY SMALL GIGANTIC VOICE I TAKE THIS GUITAR AND SING ABOUT COMPLETING THIS CIRCLE OF HUMANITY...

THE BOTTOM LINE IS TERRY AND I ARE FINE.

I DID MY FIRST CONCERT IN A BOMB SHELTER, A MIKLAT, AND THE NIGHT WAS AMAZING, I PERFORMED OUTSIDE AT THE HAROLD'S HOOT AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL A WARM SUMMER EVENING OUTSIDE WITH LIT CANDLES AND I WAS ACCOMPANIED BY HOWLING DOGS ON MY BLUES SONGS...

IN TUNE ACTUALLY... ANOTHER MIRACLE.

I CAN IDENTIFY WITH ISRAEL IN MY HEART AND IT DEEPENS AS THE BOMBS FALL AND THE BULLETS SPRAY, THAT ONE COUNTRY SO SMALL JUST WANTS TO SING HER OWN SONG...

I DON'T EXONERATE ISRAEL FOR ALL HER PRACTICES BUT I DO UNDERSTAND HER QUEST AND I WILL STAND UNDER HER QUEST.

THEY TELL US THE CEASE FIRE STARTS AT 7 AM TOMORROW
THAT IS ABOUT THE TIME AMERICA GOES TO SLEEP.

HERE IN TEL AVIV WE WILL BE WAKING UP AND HOPEFULLY GETTING BACK TO WORK AND RE THINKING THE PLAN.

WE FLY HOME ON THURSDAY UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN BE SAFE, FLY HIGH. DISAPPEAR FEAR, ALREADY. A BIG THANK YOU TO LAURA AND NANCY BACK HOME AND TO LARRY AND IRIT HERE IN ISRAEL AND SO MANY OF YOU WHO HAVE WRITTEN TO ME..

I HOPE YOU COME HERE AND SWIM IN THIS SEA AND EAT LEBONESE FALAFEL AND VISIT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL ...

but for now...

KISS YOUR CHILDREN AND YOUR LOVED ONES WHILE YOU CAN.

with love,
sonia


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