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A few days ago I was apprehensive about blogging my experiences with the paranormal, today I can’t wait to start again! I’ve learned so many things in the time I’ve spent on Earth that I can’t wait to share them!

I’m not a professional psychic, documented healer, or spiritualist. I’m a writer and an artist who’s lived an extraordinary life http://artiewayne.com/ I do, however, consider myself a psychically attuned, spiritually guided, observant layman who has made remarkable discoveries. Ever since I was a child I knew I was being given information and instructions from another place. When I started writing songs and composing music, I always felt that the best ideas, lines and passages came from somewhere else…somewhere outside of my ego and my own frame of reference.

Although I currently use deep meditation techniques to receive and access information, my best and deepest songs have all come from intense emotional times in my life.

The first time that I realized that I was channeling information from the other side was in the summer of 1966. I was a staff songwriter and producer for Scepter records in New York City. I had just gotten married and like most young breadwinners needed extra cash. I made a deal with Ed Silvers, who headed Scepters publishing company, that I would get a base salary of $125 a week plus $100 general advance for every song I’d have recorded. He would usually only accept one or two songs a week, which limited my income.

When he made a two week trip to Europe I took the opportunity to convince the label owners that I could write and produce sides for the Shirrelles, the Kingsmen and the Guess Who, as well as writing 10 new songs for a patriotic and spiritual concept album…all before Silvers got back.

Just as I started writing, my grandmother, “Gooma” who helped raise me and was a big influence in my life, became seriously ill. I was beside myself and stressed out, but I had a big job to do. In between bedside visits, I knocked out the pop songs first…then I did the patriotic songs. When it came time for me to do the spiritual songs, my grandmother took a turn for the worse. I started to write…and as I wiped away my tears, from out of nowhere an entire song came through me in less than 3 minutes. It’s called,” “Daddy, Daddy What is Heaven like?” It’s a song about a little boy having a conversation with his father…

Daddy, Daddy What Is Heaven Like?
By Artie Wayne

“Daddy, Daddy What is Heaven Like?

Is it like our house so pretty and White?

It doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem fair…

If Mommy loved us so…why’d she go there?”

“Heaven, my child, is a beautiful place

Where there’s a smile on everyone’s face

Mommy loved us both but she had to go…

We needed her so but they needed her more”

“Daddy, Daddy is Heaven very far?

How long would it take if we go by car?

If you cross me at the corner, I can take my bike

Daddy, Please tell me what is Heaven like?”

 

“You can’t go there by a bike or a car…

But if you’re good you’ll go real far.

Maybe someday you’ll go to Heaven too

If I know your Mommy she’s saved a place for you.”

“Daddy, Daddy I can hardly wait

I’m so excited Heaven sounds great!

Can I run and tell sister goodbye?

Why is there Daddy a teardrop in your eye?”

Copyright 1966/ 2007 Wayneart music

What’s ironic about this is…I never knew my father on Earth and didn’t have any children myself! In retrospect, I look at this as an exchange with my heavenly father who was answering questions that were in my spiritually developing mind.

God let us keep “Gooma” a little bit longer and I was fortunate to have Tiny Tim record “Daddy, Daddy” on his Gold album “Tiptoe Through the Tulips”.

I was proud when Miriam Makeba performed the song to a five-minute standing ovation in Philharmonic hall at Lincoln Center…but even prouder when she sang it on Johnny Carson’s “Tonight Show” the following night and my grandmother was able to watch it.

Copyright 2007 by Artie Wayne

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Richard Perry
I was in the music buisness as a songwriter, artist, producer, publisher and promoter from 1960 to 1996 and met many people who have become legends. One CD and record producer who particularly stands out is Richard Perry. His track record is astonishing! From Tiny Tim, Harry Niilson, Barbra Streisand, Ringo Starr, The Pointer sisters, to the last four Rod Stewart “American Songbook” albums…he’s been consistantly on the charts for the last four decades!

I talked to him a few months ago after not being in touch with him for ten years ( I was quietly recovering from a spinal operation ) and have begun to submit songs to him again. I’d like to share a couple of stories with you from my forthcoming book about some of my experiences with him.

Richard Perry and I became friends in the mid-sixties when we were neighbors at 1650 Broadway. He was producing the “God Bless Tiny Tim” album and recorded one of my songs, “Daddy, Daddy What Is Heaven Like?” His first Gold Album, and mine. Since Richard isn’t a songwriter and depends totally on outside material, he became the number one producer that songwriters and publishers would persue. When I ran the professional department at Warner Bros. Music in the early ’70’s, Richard was always the first to hear our best songs. My boss, Ed Silvers, suggested that I update the old Johnny Burnette hit, “You’re 16,” with a New Orleans feel for Richard’s upcoming Fats Domino session. Richard loved it, but didn’t cut it with Fats. Over the next two and a half years it was turned down by 122 artists and producers. My little piano voice demo became an ongoing joke at Warner’s….until Richard Perry finally cut it with Ringo Starr and sold five million records!

The next story…

In 1971, the single “Stoney End” by Barbra Streisand was in the top ten, but her album wasn’t finished yet. Richard Perry, who was the producer, called me up on a Sunday afternoon and asked if I wanted to listen to the final mixes on Barbra’s album.

Needless to say I was thrilled, but as I sat in the studio listening to the playback something was bothering me. I couldn’t hear the lyrics loud enough over the track!! As I sheepishly told Richard what I thought, his engineer, Bill Schnee, jumped up and said, “I told you Richard……You can’t hear the lyrics !!” Richard looking a little stunned, smiled, thanked me for coming down and started re-mixing again.

The already overdue album was finally released a month later. My friend Allan Rinde, who was the Columbia Records’ West Coast Contemporary A+R director, told me that I’d be banned from the company forever if I ever interfered with any of their producers again!

Ever since I unexpectedly channeled the late Star Trek writer Michael Piller in a conversation with Pod Blogger Sebastian Prooth, many people have asked me if I’ve had other experiences with the other side.

I’m not a professional psychic, documented healer, or spiritualist. I’m a writer and an artist who’s lived an extraordinary life http://artiewayne.com I do, however, consider myself a psychically attuned, spiritually guided, observant layman who has made remarkable discoveries

The first time that I realized that I was channeling information from the other side was in the summer of 1966. I was a staff songwriter and producer for Scepter records in New York City. I had just gotten married and like most young breadwinners needed extra cash. I made a deal with Ed Silvers, who headed Scepters publishing company, that I would get a base salary of $125 a week plus $100 general advance for every song I’d have recorded. He would usually only accept one or two songs a week, which limited my Income.When he made a two week trip to Europe I took the opportunity to convince the label owners that I could write and produce sides for the Shirrelles, the Kingsmen and the Guess Who, as well as writing 10 new songs for a patriotic and spiritual concept album…all before Silvers got back.
Just as I started writing, my grandmother, “Gooma” who helped raise me and was a big influence in my life, became seriously ill. I was beside myself and stressed out, but I had a big job to do. In between bedside visits, I knocked out the pop songs first…then I did the patriotic songs. When it came time for me to do the spiritual songs, my grandmother took a turn for the worse.

I started to write…and as I wiped away my tears, from out of nowhere an entire song came through me in less than 3 minutes. It’s called,” “Daddy, Daddy What is Heaven like?” It’s a song about a little boy having a conversation with his father…

“Daddy, Daddy What is Heaven Like?

Is it like our house so pretty and White?

It doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem fair…

If Mommy loved us so…why’d she go there?”

“Heaven, my child, is a beautiful place

Where there’s a smile on everyone’s face

Mommy loved us both but she had to go…

We needed her so but they needed her more”

“Daddy, Daddy is Heaven very far?

How long would it take if we go by car?

If you cross me at the corner, I can take my bike

Daddy, Please tell me what is Heaven like?”

“You can’t go there by a bike or a car…

But if you’re good you’ll go real far.

Maybe someday you’ll go to Heaven too

If I know your Mommy she’s saved a place for you.”

“Daddy, Daddy I can hardly wait

I’m so excited Heaven sounds great!

Can I run and tell sister goodbye?

Why is there Daddy a teardrop in your eye?”

Copyright 1966/ 2006- words and music by Artie Wayne for Wayneart music

What’s ironic about this is…I never knew my father on Earth and didn’t have any children myself. In retrospect, I look at this as an exchange with my heavenly father who was answering questions that were in my spiritually developing mind. God let us keep “Gooma” a little bit longer and I was fortunate to have Tiny Tim record “Daddy, Daddy” on his Gold album “Tiptoe Through the Tulips”.

I was proud when Miriam Makeba performed the song to a five-minute standing ovation in Philharmonic hall at Lincoln Center…but even prouder when she sang it on Johnny Carson’s “Tonight Show” the following night and my grandmother was able to watch it.

(Part Two)

Whenever a line or idea came to me, seemingly, out of the blue I considered it a gift. It was only during times of great emotional stress, however, when I channeled entire songs. The next time this happened was when my Grandmother passed away in 1974.

When I heard the news, I flew back to New York from Hollywood, where I was general manager of Warner Brothers Music. Although for the past few years I had been concentrating on promoting other people’s songs … now I was compelled to write again.

During the three-day period, from the time she passed until her funeral …Gooma came to me in my darkened hotel room several times. She talked to me in her usual comforting tone… told me not to cry or be afraid. She smiled and said I should be happy for her…that she was finally out of pain.

She didn’t look like the 83 year old that I revered…but like the thirty year old, whose picture lived in the family album. She sat across from me slightly illuminated by what seemed to be a light coming from within. She told me that we all have guides from the other side who anonymously give us information everyday…but from now on she would be my personal guide.

She told me not to tell my Mother or my aunt Wan about these visits right now…someday they’d understand. Then I remember writing…

From The Inside

by Artie Wayne

Like a star in the midnight sky…your love was there to guide me

When I was weak, too weak to try…you’d be right there beside me

Urging me on…Makin’me strong…”you’d keep sayin’,


“Go on boy…you can do it.

It’s only life… there’s nothin’ to it…

Just the seein’ through it “From the Inside”

I spread my wings, left the nest…swearin’ nothin’ would get by me

I tasted love and I tasted life…but not enough to satisfy me.

But leading me on…makin’ me strong…I heard you sayin’,


“Go on boy…you can do it.

It’s only life… there’s nothin’ to it…

Just the seeing through it From the Inside.”


(Then I stopped writing…I couldn’t trivialize this experience and turn it into a pop song. …But when I put a rose on her casket, as they were lowering her into ground…I was given the final verse.)


Like a star in the midnight sky…that fades into the morning

Came back to show ya’ I could fly.. you were gone without a warning

But lingering on…still makin’ me strong I hear you sayin’,


“Go on boy…you can do it.

It’s only life…there’s nothin’ to it…

Just the seein’ through it…From the Inside.”


Copyright-1974/2006 Rondor music


Text- Copyright-2006 Artie Wayne
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