Scorpio 11° (Nov 3)

Woke at 5 and thought uh-oh. Returned some emails from my phone on the loo. The new PR at Oberon/ART looking to “chat” weeks after our original talk, have still not got the release out on Glowberon. Looked up and saw that the pool opens at 6:30. Figured I’d stay awake. Thank goodness I fell back. Or rather kept falling back having dream vignettes, one in which S. dove into the water which looked a lot like the tidal pools at Hatches Harbor. She didn’t come back up instead a whirlpool appeared we she ought to resurface. I waited and I suppose the panic woke me up. Got nearly all packed and went for a swim and did a hundred lengths which was 720 feet over a mile! Mainly it got me thinking about what I want now from life etc. I will eleaborate on that subject as I strain for ideas in writing new bits of the 2018 astrology books. But let’s see if I can get some ideas down straight away while I’m on the train to Edinburgh:

First, in terms of Bridget Barkan, I need to create a note that goes to all our mutual friends, most of whom will be in New York, which says: Hello! We are presenting Bridget Barkan in less than two weeks time in our (Afterglow Festival) Glowberon series at the American Repertory Theater’s second stage, Oberon, at Harvard in Cambridge, on Thursday, November 16 at 8PM. If you know Bridget then you know how fantastically mind-blowing an artist she is. As most if not all of we New Yorkers know someone in Boston/Cambridge please share this link and urge them to see this phenomenal artist in her debut in that neighboring city to the north!

Then I need to go through and say to all the Boston/Cambridge folk: Hello! If you know anything about our (Afterglow Festival) Glowberon series at the American Repertory Theater’s second stage, Oberon, at Harvard in Cambridge, then you know that we bring the most talented and innovative artists, many of whom you’ve never heard, to town in an attempt to create a home here for these artists, bringing them to your door step. Our curation has been critically and popularly acclaimed. So please do us and yourself a favor and come and see the most talented and innovative Bridget Barkan in her Boston/Cambridge debut in less than two weeks time on Thursday, November 16 at 8PM.

When it comes to our own upcoming show I think it best to tell the folks that were there the year before that: Hello! If you liked our holiday show at Joe’s Pub last year please tell your peoples to come this year—consider it a second night of the show you saw (only with a 365-day break in between!). In truth it will be somewhat different, content-wise, but not too too much. So please come again and bring your friends. And if you send your birth date, time and place to Trip@StarskyandCox.com, we will prepare a nifty cosmic gifty for you. Meanwhile I’m on the quiet train to Edinburgh but certain Brits won’t shut the ef up.

Otherwise we should say to people who haven’t come before: Hello! Please come see our holiday offering this year at Joe’s Pub—Starsky + Cox “Dashing Through” (The Twelve Signs of Christmas)—on Winter Solstice Eve, Wednesday, December 20 at 7PM. Twill be a swellegant show of song and sagacity—”Entertaining Enlightenment”ˇ™ is our motto—and we promise to suffuse you with true seasonal spirit of self-empowerment. We shall be joined on stage by the most talented artists in the biz—our musical director Matt Ray on the baby grand, Danton Boller on upright bass, Tomoko Akaboshi on violin, and Patrick Johnson on percussive filigree and additional vocals. Oh, and if you send your birth date, time and place to Trip@StarskyandCox.com, we will prepare a nifty cosmic gifty for you (not to open until…well whenever you want, really).

Okay, well, that was a bit of that. Now what else came to mind this morning while swimming those hundred lengths? A few things but nothing suited to this Blague.

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Scorpio 10° (Nov 2)

No swim. Took train from Charring Cross to the O2 Indigo for graduation which was quite moving. Hung out a bit. Had a beer with Joe while the graduants had champagne. Took train to Picadilly and ate lunch at Nobi. Everyone likes Ottolenghi. I feel like it’s the emporers new clothes of food to be honest. Apparently Joe is allergic to some red wine. Not Chiantis. We managed fine. Anyway we went back to hotel but again got the same kind of lost into Bloomsbury—I have this ancient notion that Soho and Covent Garden run west to east not north to south. So we ended up on the Tottencourt Road. When will I learn that lesson? This time I say. Never again. Did a bit of packing then downstairs to meet Joe and Noelle and Pam with Stella. Some guy called Daniel playing the keyboard and guitar in a jazzy manner. He was reallly good. He had a thing called a “harmonizer” I want one of those. Will definitely get one.

At this point, I’m feeling a bit sliding doors-ish. I have a sense of what my life might be with resources being far less an object and the breadth of more alone time and space. Autonomy is an issue for anyone in a couple I realize; but for us it is a hot topic as we live work and do everything together. In some ways, we have been looking forward to school being over so that we can both again “be at the same table” working on our plans and dreams. Yet we both know that too too much togetherness can make each of us tense. It’s important to find a balance and sometimes, ironically, to do that, one must go to extremes. The pendulum can swing for me and now I’m in the loving arms of Self-Love.

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Scorpio 9° (Nov 1)

Had a swim (forty lengths) and talked with a few fellows I met in the lobby, two of whom were called Jim (a suited guy) and Jon, the Aussie. First there was the tall guy whose name I didn’t quite catch. Had a bloody good time downstairs in the lobby. Then went to Neal’s Yard for a smoked salmon sandwich and a ginger tumeric tea. Then to the Cursed Child Partr One where a row of children behind us ate their Halloween candy, crinkling wrappers all the while. Then we had our dinner break at J. Sheekey. We drank. Pol Roger, I ate dressed crab, we ordered two Chablis, and I had Skate wing for my main. Sublimeness. Then back to Harry where the kids were replaced by their parents who weren’t quite contrite enough. It was lie watching a really good live movie. The best thingabout it was the staging—I think about it as I would a musical, that’s how choreographed it was. I don’t know why all this time I thought it was going to be a serious play. I imagined something Pinteresque—why would I do that. I almost lost my wallet. Was found and had a “scar on it.” I small price to pay for what will turn out to be a pretty lucky season for me, despite my penchant for pressing it.

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Scorpio 4°

Pumpkin Soup and walk about woods talking about Mel Brooks. Cous Cous. Damon and Gabriela. Champagne. Piano in Suffolk.

(from our show at Joe’s Pub, December 2017)

As egalitarian as that song might be, not one woman sung lead on that original. Just saying. Anyhoo. This next song could only have been written by a Scorpio. For all Libra’s goodness and light, Scorpio is dubious of appearances and must dig below the surface. If Libra is the glaring light of consciousness Scorpio is the deep, dark unconscious and subconsious.

Yes! That’s where Scorpio feels the true riches, spiritual or otherwise, are lodged. Scorpio’s ruler Pluto god of the underworld. It’s Fixed-Water, concentrated, intense also frozen emotion. Ice, crystals, gems a metaphor for the deep meaning and repressed desire wrought by, to be mined from subterranean pressure of the subconscious. Having shifted from poetic Psalms to wise, weighty, Proverbs we’ve left Libra’s gleaming pulpit to delve our both own inner depths and the subversive, hidden elements of society.

We all really must make an effort to uncover what’s going on—in here—and out there. Societies, like people, are only as sick as their secrets and not to go all conspiracy theory on you but there’s lots we don’t know. Pluto in his cloak of invisibility, is also god of riches. How you say: Plutocracy. One Scorpio motto I desire.

Desires are subconscious, seeming to exist in spite of ourselves—gems buried alive in our psyches aching to be exhumed. Scorpio people are best at mining their inner world for meaning. Their brand of spirituality embraces mystery, the unknowable. They are comfortable with uncertainity, something they can teach us all to be. And they keep us guessing. They search themselves for gems of personal truth despite their being guarded by inner demons/dragons, a Scorpio totem of lust, obsession, fear, shame, repressed power to unleash, lest it consume us!

Regenerative power! Scorpio does rules the genitalialalala. Scorpio’s other motto We have, expresses an urge to merge thru sex or psychic possession or joint banking. The 8th house is that of other people’s money, sex, sleep, death: merging with each other, the unconscious, and the infinite. Eight is the lemniscate, symbol of infinity. Creation, destruction. Scorpio’s like hm.

Isong:  Believe In Father Christmas

Scorpio 8°

I believe I went swimming the first morning at the hotel. We met Susanne for lunch at Spryng. That was a three hour lunch in fact. Then we strolled around and looked at Arket. Then we came back to speak to a young book agent. Then we met Sebastian and had drinks and a pow wow. Then we went to Shoreditch for the party to celebrate the launch of Brown’s East and met the head guy of FarFetch and the something lady from Brown’s. Ubered back to Covent Garden. Ate at the Ten Cases…delicious things…will have to be reminded what but surely a ravioli with marrow. Yum.

Now for the Pisces bit

(from our show at Joe’s Pub, December 2017)

Okay, so we’ve arrived at Pisces, ruled by Neptune, the planet of dissolution, named for the god of the sea, the planet of energetic non-material existence. And yes we have gotten to the point where someone has “died” only to show days later sporting some spiffy stigmata.

And that not only did he not die but now neither will anyone else who believeth in him. Which is totally cute. Pisces’ motto is I believe. Belief preceding proof. Pisces rules the feet and before we walk on water we had better believe we can.

Science ultimately proves many a belief.

Like the fact that everything really is non-material, that all is energy in variying densities. And that energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Something the ancient Zodiac seemed to know along. So none of us are really going anywhere. Moot point. Immaterial.

We simply pass over the rainbow bridge through Salome’s seven colored scarves, over the RoyGBiv to Oz or Nirvana, the immaterial universe…..which is right here all the time. Pisces’ opposite facing fish portray the two-way street of birth and death, in limbo or utero. Pisces is Mutable-Water, the primordial soup from whence we came and to which we return.

The 12th house is that of asylum or the asylum. A haven, sanctuary, oblivion, all and nothingness.

And as I said, Jesus was a Pisces. The Jesus Fish. The Pisces fish are the totems of Aphrodite, called Mari, and her son Eros. Mari is Mary whose della robbia blue gown fringed in white is the sea fringed with foam. Eros was at once the oldest of all the gods and yet an eternal babe. Eros is Love. Jesus is Love. Energetic Love. Spiritual Love. That which connects us all. Close your eyes. Imagine, believe, that you are pure energy, letting your notions of matter dissolve. And feel yourself, as molecules, as atoms, as protons, as neutrons, hadrons, quarks, as pure energy, sharing the same primordial soup as the rest of us.

song: Within You Without You

As Matt vamps…Some of you gave us some birth information and we have something for you. Where is X, Y, Z. And we have some little trinkets for everyone too. Thank you all so much for coming. Thank Ania, Jon + Joe’s Pub people. Tip mightily. And please give a big round of applause to Danton Boller, Tomoko Akoboshi, Patrick Johnson Mr. Matt Ray, my personal Juno, The American Baroness, Stella Starsky and Quinn Cox.

encore: Written in the Stars

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Scorpio 7°

Packed. Pascale drove to Shore Ditch. Funny lady on the radio. We looked at the flat then went for a sandwich on Columbia road then to Myddleton square to check onut the building project on the townhouse. Then we Ubered to and checked into One Aldwych whereupon I realized I had Pascale’s full set of keys in my coat—she gave me them, along with her dog Reg, so I could get our baggage out. Then some neighbor with a thick cockney game and talked her ear off and I forgot to give the keys back. Luckily we were meeting Edith at the Jasper Johns exhibit at the Royal Academy so I could give her the keys. After the exhibit we took Edith to the Wollesley and caught up with her school, art-work and love-life, and told her the story about seeing David Hockney introduce himself to Sister Wendy. Was supposed to meet up with Heather Randall but she flaked to be honest. Got a little lost on the return to the hotel, as I always forget Soho is above Covent Garden not next to it so we ended up in Bloomsbury. But passed some cool restaurants on the way “backing into” Covent Garden. Ended up at Murano. S. had tuna I had veal Milanese.

(from our show at Joe’s Pub, December 2017)

Knowing he’s being scapegoated, what would JC do? Throw a dinner party! Yep. Performing a bit of transsubstantiation. Bread into flesh, wine into blood, in that holy grail, the Aquarian “water” bearer of everlasting life. In Greek myth, the cup bearer, Hebe, pours the nectar that ensures the gods’ youthful immortality. John the Baptist too bears the baptismal waters of everlasting life. The lone voice in the wilderness alienated, outcast, a madman, the weirdo on the shortbus who’s really just ahead of his time.Well we all know how alienating being a progressive can be! Aquarius people are like ah (light bulb), a bit alien, alienating? alienated?

Jesus, too, feels he’ll be thrice denied like any christy coffee house hippy would, and then, that even god has forsaken him. But Aquarius Fixed-Air is a thousand points of light. Other Stars. Not the singular fiery star-birth of Aries, But steady beacons via which we navigate. Our true north. The Star card in the Tarot is the Waterbearer. Aquarius is the Stars. All of Space. Universality. Ruled by Uranus the mythic god of the Universe. Omniscent. Truth and Revelation. Aquarius’ motto is I know. No second guessing.

We can’t tell you how to have a revelation, but it will come in the eleventh hour if you’ve done all you can. The eleventh house that of the future. Revelation provides a glimpse of what’s to come.

Capricorn with its Old-Man imagery is the past while Aquarius is about what’s next, the shock of the new, the future, evolution and revolution. Aquarius, the so-called weirdo sign of freaks and geeks, is all about mutation. Science teaches us that it is along lines of sudden mutation—literal diversity—that species actually evolve.

Aquarius rules the ankles, which are weak and prone to injury, because they are a recent feature of our evolution, standing upright, still a bit iffy.

Anyway, the 11th house is also that of humanity into whose arms you might fall. A trust exercise. Aquarius is the Dawn, before which it is darkest.

Opposing Leo, the Sun, Aquarius is perhaps our own distant star to which we must return. Jesus’ last words may well have been beam me up. Feeling oh so alone. Here a duet between an Aquarius and a Leo..

song: Don’t Give Up

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Scorpio 6°

Walk through veg garden. Ben and Martin for lunch. Chickens bread sauce. Walk just the four of us. Saw small horsie. Leftovers for dinner.

(from our show at Joe’s Pub, December 2017)

Sagittarius excess run amok is then restricted, contained by Saturn-ruled Capricorn whose motto is I use. That is to say I don’t waste. I save. I conserve. Capri-corn, the goat horn of plenty, is all resource. It is Cardinal-Earth, the mountain with its natural resevoirs. We go to the mountain to pray and receive god’s command-ments, rules, restrictions, shall’t nots. The 10th house is about rules, discipline, structure, status. We’ve left the ecstatic Ecclesiastes and entered the venerable Song of Old King Solomon. This sign has a lot of old-man energy. Moses, too whom god told to build a tabernacle from goat hair. Capricorn actually rules the knees, prayer, skeleton, structure; and the skin, containment.

At this point in the story, Jesus delivers his sermon on the mount, originally sacred to goat god Ba’al. This leads to his containment, incarceration and… Capricorn MLK gave his I’ve Been to the Mountaintop speech and next day…Tragedy. From Greek tragodia, meaning Goat Song. Scapegoat is a high status sacrifical figure saves us by taking on our sins. And do Cap people tend to be scape-goated? Sure. We’re mainly self-sacrificing. I’d climb to the nearest hilltop and take the hit if I could rid us of that orange Capricorns are like meh. They’re reserved, resigned, resolute. Resistant!

We all must ask ourselves for what are we willing to do? How much we are willing to sacrifice for the for the good of all people. The mythical Saturn is the old, deposed king, cut down. His emblem is the sycthe, the sickle. He is old father time, the grim reaper. We should do that song. At Winter Solstice the young Oak King vanquishes the old Holly King, Saturn, Santa. Solomon. Obiwan Kenobi. We make our sacrifices, our Capricorn New Year’s resolutions to give up fill in the blank. Out with the old.

And by the way, Jesus isn’t a Capricorn. He’s a Pisces. They added two months to the calendar since his birth. Anyway, Shepherds don’t tend their sheep until nearing Spring. There are no lambs slung over Shepherd’s shoulders in winter.

This song on the theme of incarceration and resolution was written by a Capricorn who was born on Christmas day.

song: Fairytale of New York

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Scorpio 5°

Lunch at Darsham Nurseries. Then Southwold. Gin and Tonic. Lamb dinner. Matt to bed early. 

(from our show at Joe’s Pub, December 2017)

Last we saw Jesus, he returned from his Cancer trip into the mystic, landing a lush Leo life as the King of Kings, performing Virgo alchemy, healing, spouting poetic parables from Libra pulpit, wrestling demons of Scorpio desire, emerging rather changed, waxing ecstatically philosophical. He’s a little crazy at this point. Things careening a bit out of control.

And as we come next to the Ecclesiastes, the most mind-expanding third-eye bit of the good book so too do we move into the Mutable-Fire sign of Sagittarius ruled by Jupiter, named for the chief god of power, Greek Zeus, god of lightning, mutable fire in the sky, altered states of genius or madness. Either way a bit touched. Jupiter is growth, generosity. The 9th house is of mind expansion/supra-c, philosophy, knowledge

Knowledge is power! Jupiter’s counterpart and sister-wife Juno, the Greek Hera, is goddess of power. She is blindingly radiant, those she blinds being given second sight—third eye. “Vision” is the most expansive of our faculties.

The sign’s motto is I see…I understand.

Juno/Hera is the Goddess Diva, Lady Godiva who blinded peeping Tom. She burned the mother of Dionysus who, when still a fetus, was then sewn into Zeus’ thigh. Sag rules powerful thigh and liver/excess. Dionysus, orgiastic god of excess, wine, ancient drug of choice for mind expansion also inhabits the purple haze of Sag. His pinecone staff is the pineal gland, 3rd eye.

Juno’s jealousy and dislike for Dionysus symbolizes goddess power being usurped by the imposition of the new male god. It’s the same old story as Mary being written out of the holy trinity by the patriarchy Both Queens of Heaven.

Radiance, power, excess, genius and generosity, overflowing, hallmarks of the Sadge experience. Sag people are like ahhhh. For them more is more and we must prolierate, spreading like wildfire, our knowledge, power, generosity. Sag spirituality can be most ecstatic, excessive. In ancient times men had their genie or personal god of genius; we still have the cartoon version. But it is lost knowledge that ancient women also had their own personal juno, an expression of their radiant genius mind and spirit. But goddess power, personal or universal, can never be snuffed out; it only expands, more and more.

songs: And the Wind Cries Mary / And I Think It’s Going to Rain Today

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Scorpio 3°

Lunch for Pascale’s birthday then Wells Next the Sea and Long Beach Walk. Pasta and radicchio.

(from our show at Joe’s Pub, December 2017)

So picking up the thread of the biblical mythos Cancer the Flood and Exodus. Leo Kings. Virgo Job. A broken figure. But that’s where the light gets in! Hold that thought! I know what you’re going to say. Oh really? Yes, you’re going to say that just as Virgo connects to the Book of Job so too does the next sign of Libra correlate to the following book of Psalms which is made up of poems, songs and prayers.

Yes, be- because, Libra is the Cardinal-Air sign; which translates to Light. Enlightenment. Beautiful principles, ideas and aesthetics ruled by Venus on the astral plane. And …And that if Virgo was about function then Libra is about design. That its conceptual. The Scales being the only inanimate sign. Yes impressive) and that the sign’s archetypes are Astrea and Apollo, the god of light and all such abstracts like order, harmony, reason, prophesy, poetry, music.

The seventh sign, seven notes to “The Scales”: Apollo plays the Lyre; so does Sting, right? He’s a Libra. I think so. And Psalms is most lyrical. The book is literally lyrics, choir parts, actually, with stage directions, no less, like “light incense here.” Hello! They’re spells! The projection of thought forms. Inanimate but alive…? Apollo is an oracular god and his high priestesses are white witches. So are Libra people on their infamous soap boxes. They are like ahh. Their particular brand of spirituality is uplifting. They endeavor to lift everyone higher. To raise consciousness to a white-light level. They can seem a bit judgy…but teach us that we all must stand for some thing! Begs the question do you?

How about equality, democracy, liberty? Libra’s mottos I balance and We are, both champion harmony—the seventh house is that of relationships, “marriage” contracts, social ones especially. That navel-gazing conscience of Virgo now becomes a social conscience in Libra. So that we are in harmony in balance. Even the Libra body part is about balance, being the hinge of the body and the kidneys which balance our water and minral levels. Anyway… This song is by two Libras, B. Geldof/M. Ure. Its for and about others; and it definitely requires some harmony.

song: Do They Know It’s Christmas

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Scorpio 2°

Set the alarm for 2 AM but woke up at midnight and stayed up as we had to leave the house at 3 to catch a bus in Hyannis at 4 to take us to Logan Airport for an 8 AM flight to London. Thought I would work but didn’t. Was fed a terrible egg dish on the plane. Watched three movies—Snatched (terrible); Maudie (good but like watching paint dry) and Rough Night (one of those chick flicks that emulate guy flicks and very funny). Took an antivert to prevent my ears going wonky, but no anti-anxiety meds. Waited till we nearly landed to have some (bad) red wine. Only took about an hour to get through passport control; and had a driver waiting for us who took us all the way, two hours, to Suffolk where Pascale.

Now for the Virgo bit of the show.

That was Kate Bush song. Love her. She of the Constellation of the Heart. In her Circle of Fire. With her Hounds of Love, (woof) dressed as Arthur /Artemis, Leo woman archetype—can’t escape it—whom Homer called Lioness among women. She loves being a Leo. Every sign serve as a remedy to the excesses of the previous sign. Virgo, sign of humility, follows Leo, given to excess pride, a term for pack of lions.

Virgo’s ruler is in dispute. Traditionally it’s Mercury. Yet some say it’s Chiron, once a planet that was pummeled by asteroids and disabled; others say it’s the as yet undiscovered Vulcan. All are valid; but what’s most telling is that we don’t have the full Virgo story, pieces are missing, lost. We do know that the mythological Mercury, Chiron and Vulcan were all healers.

Vulcan, Greek, Hephaestus, is a potter, a smithy god, an alchemist and a healer. All substantial change as befits Virgo’s Mutable-Earth status. Hephaestus is lame, channeling his disability

into work and service to gods and men alike. The signs mottos are I work and I serve. Work

and serve. H’s biblical counterpart is Job, job, work, no? Dashing Through. H’s is the god of the human condition. He knows our reactions to loss, pain, suffering, can go either way. Giving rise to virtue or to vice. Out of clay, he sculpted Pandora who, with her infamous box, brought all virtue and vice into the world. She is the Vessel, like Mary Magdalene, vestal virgin, sacred harlot, female archetype of the sign of Virgo.

The 6th is that of our habits, rituals, work, diet.Virgo rules digestion. Our conscience is itself a digestive system, meting out virtue from vice. In processing hardship we undergo alchem-cal change, baser elements of self being burned away. Purified in the fire of our own being

Virgo’s like ah/ok. They remind us we are all works in progress. And being of service is the hallmark of their brand of spirituality. This next song was written by a Virgo coming to grips with loss. Oh, and as a side note, I fronted two cover bands in my life, the original bands of which were both led by Virgos: a Till Tuesday cover band called CU Next Tuesday. And a Pretenders cover band called The Pretenders.

song: 2000 Miles

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