September 22, 2017
Recording Studio - Linda’s Lair, Monroe, Washington State

This morning I received an email from a person seeking words to send to the media in many parts of the world. See below:

Media Request:
The questions below I hope you could make time and share personal inspiration.  The few words will have an amazing impact on many.
(Answer one or all below.)
1- What words do you live by that have helped you become the person you wanted to be?
2- What inspired you to keep moving forward during any dark period?
3- Was there fear to overcome during pursuit of your dream?
What words could you offer to help those feeling the same way?

My response:
Things in the world are clearly coming to a head. A person I know who was
in the path of Hurricane Irma told me that what she sees all around her
saddens her deeply. I told her, “Yes, absolutely! But everything that is
happening needs to happen exactly as it is. Humanity needs a wake up
call. We all need to “get” that we need each other in order to survive. Each
of us - our attitudes, behaviors, relationships to one another - are a
microcosm of humanity.” That’s why questions like those above are being
asked. A lot of people need answers right now.

Question 1: The words I live by that have most profoundly influenced my life are from my father, Hanford Fisher: “NEVER SAY CAN’T.” So simple. Three words. Empowering. Challenging. Inspiring!

Question 2: Aren’t the dark periods we all face in Life our tests, our challenges? Aren’t each and every one of them an opportunity to shine? To show everyone around us that we can persevere, rise, and conquer? How can you say dark times and adversity are bad? Because people suffer, mourn, and die... of course, but this is Life. This is the game we all chose to play.

The manifest destiny of our sun is to burn up. In other words, EVERYTHING GOES! So our tiny lives on earth for a brief 80-something years is really no big deal, right? Hell no! While I’m alive and breathing, this is a very big deal! I don’t want pain and suffering, I don’t want to die young. So what can I do to help the world situation? One person out of seven billion seems powerless and insignificant. Not true. If each of these single people decide to make a positive difference and influence others to do the same, pretty soon we have a powerful force. We can influence our leaders. WE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD. But it needs to start somewhere... maybe with a question :-)

Question 3: Fear is the enemy that must be embraced. When you face your enemy, approach, and get as close as possible, your enemy becomes less powerful, just as in martial arts. When you show your enemy compassion and understanding, you show your vulnerability, you may seem weak. We don’t conquer our enemy with negative force, that’s a never-ending battle. We conquer fear by the realization that it really doesn’t exist. “What does that mean, that makes no sense!” One might say. Then look at this: When one meditates (which we all do everyday, for brief periods - anytime we concentrate and focus on one thing), all thoughts gradually leave the mind. That means that Aunt Dorothy’s affair with a Navy Seal isn’t foremost in your thoughts. It means there is no thinking about the global threat of Super Malaria, or where the next big earthquake is going to occur, or whether or not you’ll slip up at your next public speaking engagement. When you are focused on one thing, there is no doubt, there is no fear. In that moment, fear does not exist. Fear does not exist without you creating and escalating it in your head. All you have to do is improve your ability to embrace NOTHING. It is the most beautiful, wonderful, peaceful feeling! Let everything flow out of your mind. When that happens, you can HEAR! You can SEE! You can FEEL! Meditation is the most powerful tool you will ever use, in my humble opinion. Fear does not exist. There is no doubt.

So what is the solution? THE SOLUTION IS YOU.


The Blues

September 15, 2017
In the backyard - Linda’s Lair, Monroe, Washington State

[1988 interview with Stevie Ray Vaughan]

“I woke up one morning on the tour bus, in Germany. I couldn’t hardly get up. I was scared of everything - my friends... just being awake... I was scared. I tried to say hi to my bass player - I started cryin'. I was, uh, a wreck. And I realized right then, that the only way to win this thing was to give up, and I did. [Commentator] “What did you do?” [Stevie] “I had a breakdown. Thank God that happened, because then I was able to ask for help, as opposed to, [clenches teeth] ‘I’ll make it through this!’ I’ll make it through this if I ask for help, is the reality of it.”

When I was voted out of Heart in 1979, I had a similar reaction: I thanked God for sparing me any more of the lifestyle and direction I’d been choosing, which probably would have been the death of me. A year later, I realized what a state-of-non-reality I, and many other “stars” can get trapped in. I vowed to never again let myself perceive Roger Fisher as being anything more or less than any other person on this planet. After all, we are all members of the HUMAN TRIBE. All cry; all laugh; all suffer; all rejoice. All breathe, all die.

[From the Seattle Sunday Star on October 29, 1887]

“Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun.
It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The
Indian's night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man's trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all.

We will see.”

This is the blues. This is pain. This is reality.

[From the Fisher Brothers’ new album, HEART OF THE BLUES]

Black Boy
Born in the jungle, jungle, caring kin, peaceful, sane, nature's ways
Beautiful black boy, black boy no idea what future before him lays
One day his parents, many friends are gunned down, then the young and strong taken,
taken away
Black boy hides in the bush, crying, crying, crying,
what had they done that was so wrong
He follows behind, sees his sisters, brothers whipped onto a ship, tall and long
Surprised from behind, they take him, laughing and stinking to the brig they say he

Poor boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
Many days at sea surrounded with misery, urine, starving, crying, why?
Lands in America, home of the free, whip-scarred back, full of grief, he watched his
brother die
They're sellin' people, people, sellin’ people, selling people to the bidders, hands held

Poor boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
Now he has a home, though it's hard, at least he can cultivate a dream
Working in hot sun, buckle down, get it done, hot sweat, whip on back, silent scream
Some day some day some day, break away, break away, maybe live his dream
Black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
One day while working alone, sees a white lady, white lady, white lady wave
Something inside her had said this black boy, black boy she must save
Holds her hand and runs, hoping, hoping to escape an otherwise certain grave
Black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
Now looking back on his life, the tears, the fears, the pain, he is filled with joy
A champion of forgiveness, he understands that some men are way behind, fall short,
Looking down, a tear of knowing falls on a beautiful little boy
Little black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy black boy


Even though it won’t strike you as a blues song when you hear it, it’s the blues... a real
story about what really happened. This is the blues, but with hope.

In our present context, the world seems to be on-edge. Everybody feels it. Everyone seems to be getting the feeling that we have to act now, that major change is about to occur, and we’d better know where we stand. The blues, while painful, are always an open door to opportunity... the opportunity to make things right. The opportunity to break the pattern and embrace our enemies; to forgive those who have wronged us; to see things in a positive way that de-escalates the anger and hostility. It’s so easy to despise someone, but I swear it causes cancer.

People, let’s ask for help! Let’s recognize that which causes the blues. Let’s make things right! Like Chief Seattle said, “We may be brothers after all. We will see.”

[From the new album, HEART OF THE BLUES]

No More Blues
Introduced to a sunny southern day
Front porch pickin’ makes the world go away
Whatever way the river flows that’s OK
We’ll go anywhere the current takes us today
Introduced to a friend I didn’t know
Fills the air with stories from long ago
Anywhere the story takes us is where we’ll go
When we’ll make it home nobody knows
He tells me, “Depending on your views”
He says, “I’ve got good news
Anytime you wear someone else’s shoes
There’s no more blues”
My new friend smiles at me, “Now sing along”
Lays down some slide guitar and plays this song
Whatever way he plays he can’t go wrong
And everything he says seems right on
He tells me, “Depending on your views”
He says, “I’ve got good news
Anytime you wear someone else’s shoes
There’s no more blues”
The smell of magnolias mingling in the breeze
With sweet wisteria buzzing with bees
Takes us both to heaven or so it seems
As we play a part in each other’s dreams
Introduced to funny southern ways
Pickled pigs feet corn bread whiskey - homemade
Blackeyed peas hush puppies catfish OK
Music on the menu no more blues today
My buddy tells me “Dependin’ on your views”
He leans over, “I’ve got good news
Anytime you wear someone else’s shoes
There’s no more blues”

This is the blues... with hope.


August 25, 2017

On I-5 South, To Vancouver, Washington State


What’s important? What truly matters?

  1. Water
  2. Food
  3. Sleep
  4. Exercise
  5. Communication

Wait, hold it right there. Why would communication be so high on my list? Because humans can’t make it alone. We need to warn each other about this, tip each other off about the benefits of that. We need to be able to be at peace with our mates, our children, our relatives, our neighbors, and our friends. Less communication, less peace; less peace, less happiness; less happiness, less will to survive.

From stage to audience, communication is all you’ve got. Your instrument; your voice; your body language; your eye contact; and the big one: WHAT YOU HOLD IN YOUR MIND.

When I played with the rock group Heart, I would always try to make sure everyone was entertained and having fun. Occasionally, I’d see some bummed out sourpuss, and keep coming back to that person, trying to elicit a smile. In all those years of playing, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t get at least a subtle hint of something positive coming back. Positivity is always a choice, albeit a challenge when faced with natural disaster; accident; severe depression, etc.

And then there’s the concept that humans are the highest form of intelligence on the planet. Wow! Are beetles or frogs or rats or dogs endangering all life on earth? 

Have you ever communicated with your dog or cat or horse without using words? Like many others, I have and do on a daily basis. There is ample scientific proof that plants and animals are aware of and respond to human thoughts. I’m positive that there is a level of communication going on all the time between plants, animals, insects, and fish that we people are not privy to because we haven’t attained that level of intelligence yet. I believe we have an important step to take in our personal evolution, and that it will happen fairly quickly and be seen by many as a miracle… an almost unbelievable occurrence.

What the world needs is a common foe, to make it necessary for us to come together, work together, in a civil way, to be able to survive. It seems to be more clear than ever that the time is now. We have a common foe when you look at the synergism of global rising tides; displaced people (from rising ocean levels, war, drought and famine); pandemic; earthquakes; varying states of war; and disease. Like Tyrion Lannister says, “We’re fucked!”

I don’t believe that. I believe in the best qualities of humanity, those that become visible when faced with disaster… we help each other!

What we hold in our minds is amazingly powerful. If we envision the future we desire, we greatly increase the likelihood of that happening. I always loved that bumper sticker, “Visualize whirled peas!”

Bottom line, we’re all evolving at different rates, and we all need each other’s COMMUNICATION. Let’s FORGIVE, FORGE AHEAD, and FORM FRIENDS!