Goodbye, Johnny.

I always thought of you with nothing but fondness Johnny Igaz. You were a kind and warm, welcoming soul (if not something of a character!) even back in middle school and I remember vividly how you would make everyone laugh. I wished I had known you better, we’re all so awkward growing up—struggling to find our own paths.

I saw your Facebook page a couple of years ago and I wanted to message, but didn’t…and that will always be something I regret. You looked like you really had come into your own and were authentically living your passions surrounded by wonderful people, and I wanted to tell you that. I only now discovered your music as Nackt and, can I tell you, it’s absolutely beautiful. Soul-touching. Thank you for sharing your amazing talents with the world, leaving us your beauty and creativity. I wish I could have seen you spin!

You have inspired me to re-connect with those in my past, especially fellow Alameda kin, who shared life experiences. I realize now growing up together in the Bay makes people family. You also planted a seed in me to stop being a “closet creative” and share my talents with others. That’s what life is all about, right? Lastly, I hope you are (I know you are) witnessing the outpouring of love you’ve generated. Did you know you touched so many people, like ripples on a vast ocean? It’s a reminder to us all that we all impress upon people all throughout our lives, whether we realize it or not. So, why not be a beacon of love, warmth, kindness, support, positivity and spread some happiness and light? Thank you, Johnny, thank you.


John N. Igaz 12/24/1981-12/2/2016

“And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”—Kahil Gibran



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Post-Election  (Dark Into Light) 11-9-2016

After the shock and denial, came acceptance.

I realized I will not be ruled by fear nor hate.

Those are the tools of the weak and blind.

Those are their tools.

I’ve always pitied him and those that supported him,

Because they are so sad and scared.

But I will not hate them, nor him.

He will rue the day he ran and those that voted

For him will end up hating him more than we do.

Because that is all they have, hate.


A leader is not a position, it is a state of mind

One cannot lead without the support

And respect of the people.

A laughingstock will only be laughed at.

Do not believe he has the support of the majority,

He does not.

We must be strong, we have the brains

and we have the numbers.

Two million difference in CA and NY alone!

Don’t think this reflects humanity at all.

Or even America.


If I know anything from history, it is that all

Eventually comes to a balance.

And, that out of darkness comes great light.

Always two steps up and one behind.

Radicalism never survives. Never.

And conservativism is always on the losing side

As time marches over it.

This election shows fear of a

Certain way of life dying.

A last gasp.

Believe that.

It is the beginning of the end for them.


In two years, we will get both houses

and surge ahead.

Right any mess that occurred.

And in twelve, they will take over again.

The universal flow seeks balance.

One man and four years are mere blips

in the great scheme of things.

We live in a global world now,

and the forces of the world

Are bigger and stronger than one

Pathetic, egotistic, racist misogynist.


Be strong, and keep fighting.

Do not let hate seep into your heart.

The world is diverse and loving

And not built on fear.

History shows it tears down those

Whose hubris is too

Big for the eternal forces of nature.

No matter what, still believe in America

And its government.

Believe in your fellow man

and Americans.

Feel sorry for those that voted for him.

They will be more disappointed in the long run

than you right now.

The founding fathers made a great system

with check and balances and trust in that.

Now more than ever.


It is not their America, nor his, but ours.

Look to the youth.

He does not reflect them.

Do not let your love for your fellow man die.

Nor the hope of a better world full

Of love and acceptance and human rights for all.

Then, hate truly will have won.

And, I am not convinced at all that it did.


Circles. Cycles. Totality. One

Vincent van Gogh, Wheat Field with a Lark, 1887

“Earth fills her lap with pleasure of her own;

Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,

And,  even with something of a mother’s mind,

And no unworthy aim,

The homely nurse doth all she can

To make fer Foster-child, her inmate Man,

Forget the glories he hath known,

And that imperial palace whence he came.”

–William Wordsworth, from Ode: Imitations of Immortality From Recollections of Early Childhood