Virus killed the Cleavage Store. So, on borrowed time I type my many musings...When my husband, echomnemonic and I were first "considering one other" we resided in different states, still learning about and exploring our collective existence...we would send each other musical love letters (so to speak). We were both so moved physically and intellectually by music we felt it the one combined language that... Read More
Stoopz virus possessed my computer and hence I am attempting to update via iPhone. This is not conducive to the relieving of my ever racing mind. Goddammit.
Oh yeah! And we watched Tron Legacy which BLEW! Blew in monkey chunk capacities. Oh Jeff Bridges. Why have you forsaken me?
"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one... Read More
Okay then - onto an entirely new direction. It may be scattered and not particularly cohesive to begin with, but that's really all part of the process.
The strange things that go on behind the scenes of one's life, the entangled and intricate weaving of identity and experience that... Read More
I'm glad I waited to read this until I could give it my full attention. I wish I had waited longer and/or until I was slightly more sober. However, even through the bourbon infused haze, it's evident that you write very, very well.
Good show lady & thanks for sharing.
Clever. Clever. Clever. The dance scene was worth every minute of it. I have to sing this on Lips in battle mode (XBox 360) with my daughter and the video plays in the background. Jules is incredulous as to how this stuff was popular when I was her age. "It was the 80's," I tell her. "Clearly everyone was just...confused." Love Is A Battlefield -... Read More
There are certain albums ( I refer to these musical compilations as such because that is what I was raised with and it suits me) that I can only listen to from beginning to end because that is how I have heard them from their inception. You know what I mean? We are completely engrossed within this shuffle society these days. Skip/Ban/Mute/Reject. We simply weren't... Read More
Oh yeah, so many nights under the headphones, listening to the minutiae of every track, and the way they flowed together and created a story...
Once upon a time, DJs had to have a license to be on the air, and my high school had a class to get it. There was one question on the final; "What was the most important lesson you learned in this class?" The best answer anyone gave was, "To put on side 1 of Aqualung if I have to take a shit."
I feel this way about pretty much EVERY Genesis album... at least the earlier ones. It may not be to your taste (not sure?), but I love that about Green Day, as well. While I can listen to the songs separately, I prefer listening to the CD in its entirety because I want to hear the whole story.
So in true raised by a hippie fashion (not only raised by one but MANY - even lived on a commune in Trout Lake, Washington "when we were very young") we have now moved from my daughter's latest obsession with Jesus Christ Superstar (she has watched it every single day since Sunday) to HAIR. Damn straight Skippy. My favorite quote du jour is my son... Read More
That sounds wonderful! I would have killed to have access to something like that when I was younger. Growing up in a small cow-town wasn't really conducive to a dance career.
I honestly cannot keep up with my own mind. It is beyond fucking FRUSTRATING. I will write an entire song in five minutes in my head and sit down at the computer to pound that shit out and it is inexplicably GONE. I mean like gone-zo. No recapturing even a piece of it. I think that is what I liked about actually writing shit down... Read More
Even if I write out the thoughts as they happen, most of it runs out my ears, and not onto the paper. I never have been able to write (type, draw, talk) as fast as the weird-mill upstairs pumps it out.
As for remembering something, well... the ugly truth is I've slept since then.
Oh, Betty... *sigh*
I know what you mean on so many levels. The writing on scraps. The whittling away of our mental faculties that dependence upon computers has wrought. The trunks of memories not wanting to be forgotten. I have those trunks, too. Full of letters and poems and scraps... and every journal I've ever kept, beginning in adolescence. Sometimes I even go back and read them all as a retrospective. It is ever a learning process.
I humbly suggest you get yourself one of those handsome little Moleskine pocket sized notebooks and carry it everywhere... and write that shit down as it pops in your head!
Also, have you heard of NaNoWriMo? I didn't do it last year, but the year before I did it and finally got the novel out of me that had been incubating for more than a decade. It was an amazing catharsis. I highly recommend it. The 30-day timeline really ups the ante and pushes us to just get that shit OUT... and worry about editing it later. Of course, I've yet to edit my novel. Or even read it. But I got it out of my head, which was a wonderful release.
Okay, so clearly I have been delving into some old trunks (literally) of the past. From the same time period as the one I posted recently I shall share this piece that jumped out at me. But first...the Prologue (and I will try to make this brief as I do have the tendency to go on and on):
In the early 90's I moved to... Read More
I am fascinated by Free Masons...the history, the veiled secrecy, the power and mystery. There is this incredible Masonic Temple in Philly that I never toured in all my years growing up there. The last time we went home for a visit it was the only thing I wanted to do. I enlisted my brothers and father to join us and set aside an entire... Read More
And while we are on the subject of bizarre coincidences (which I don't actually believe in) one of my dear friends played bass for many years in Jonatha Brooke's band....
Oh wow. I confess, I've never really listened to her much. I knew Darren was in her band and thought that was cool, but I guess I never delved much deeper. I will have to give her a thorough listen soon.
And I did the same thing the first time I met the author Isabel Allende. I handed her my book to sign and said, "You're my hero!" She said, "Oh NO!" And we both laughed. I didn't hide, but I felt like a tool afterward.
And finally... Betty Blue AND Edie???? I think I love you. You are the only other person I have met who has read the Edie book, besides the people I told to read it. I have a mad fascination with her. I read the book a bunch of times and watched Ciao Manhattan too many times to be healthy in my early 20s.
