What can happen happens? No, not always. Suns don't burn out. Oh...wait. Aliens don't invade Earth. Not yet. People keep falling in and out of love.
What is the King? Love? Death? Money? Intelligence? Spirit? Serenity?
All of it, and none. It's not a car, or a set of golf clubs, nor a negligee, nor a smart phone.
Of everything I mentioned, only one thing is deeply scary.
Smart phone.
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Truth, Rage, and Me - Redux
The earlier "Truth, Rage, Me" came out in 2008. Ah, the good old days!
The main thing I want to report/change is that frozen dinners no longer appeal. At all.
Even if I was stuck on a small volcanic island (atoll). Which I kind of am. And I've kind of gotten in this habit of cooking balanced, healthy meals for myself. Usually about once a week. And the dogs and I sort of enjoy them. (We eat meat) And we are all just fine. We hold our own against the rats, the fleas, the roaches. (I'm Holding my Own was Leroy Parnell's big hit, and it's still pretty funny.)
Anyway back to the atoll. There is an ATM on the atoll and it dispenses obsidian and ash. I got a piece of ash there fairly recently. It was perfect. Perfect ash. Kind of hot. And I did get burned. But I'm used to it.
Crazy time now, really. I spend a few hours a day starkly sane and in pursuit of sanity. The rest of the time I either do or do not notice how physically crappy I feel and worry that I'm going to mess up somebody's day. No one really cares. Specially me. In a word, INsane. (not a word)
There was a band, man. A famous top hand. That hailed from down ol Texas way. Way......
In the last decade there was the idea of the Sweet Bunch of Daisies, the band, and then the dispersal.
I loved that project. Me and three astoundingly talented players of the violin in lots of styles, all of whom sang really really well and in lots of styles. There was a City Hall concert in 2009. Perhaps there is an archive. I have it somewhere.
It is past. I had Bell's Palsy in 2009. It mostly passed.
It was a painful and lengthy drooping. Like lava flowing out of that ATM on the atoll. On my face.
Droopy. It was not a stroke. Who needs a stroke anyway? Don't touch me! I might erupt.
The main thing I want to report/change is that frozen dinners no longer appeal. At all.
Even if I was stuck on a small volcanic island (atoll). Which I kind of am. And I've kind of gotten in this habit of cooking balanced, healthy meals for myself. Usually about once a week. And the dogs and I sort of enjoy them. (We eat meat) And we are all just fine. We hold our own against the rats, the fleas, the roaches. (I'm Holding my Own was Leroy Parnell's big hit, and it's still pretty funny.)
Anyway back to the atoll. There is an ATM on the atoll and it dispenses obsidian and ash. I got a piece of ash there fairly recently. It was perfect. Perfect ash. Kind of hot. And I did get burned. But I'm used to it.
Crazy time now, really. I spend a few hours a day starkly sane and in pursuit of sanity. The rest of the time I either do or do not notice how physically crappy I feel and worry that I'm going to mess up somebody's day. No one really cares. Specially me. In a word, INsane. (not a word)
There was a band, man. A famous top hand. That hailed from down ol Texas way. Way......
In the last decade there was the idea of the Sweet Bunch of Daisies, the band, and then the dispersal.
I loved that project. Me and three astoundingly talented players of the violin in lots of styles, all of whom sang really really well and in lots of styles. There was a City Hall concert in 2009. Perhaps there is an archive. I have it somewhere.
It is past. I had Bell's Palsy in 2009. It mostly passed.
It was a painful and lengthy drooping. Like lava flowing out of that ATM on the atoll. On my face.
Droopy. It was not a stroke. Who needs a stroke anyway? Don't touch me! I might erupt.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Prodigal
Having been prodded, I am now prodigal.
The last entry was in July 2015. I am rusty. It was hot in this hemisphere. I was not. I was incredibly stupid (i will not explain this). What's different now is that I got worse and worse until just a few months ago, when an enforced stint behind bars jolted me into a bit of better information and an open mind.
So, I am moved to show you this open mind. Pieces of its grey matter -- dark matter. Don't matter.
For one thing, the purported best bestest most awesomest time in my life- the early 90s - sure had its nice qualities. For example, I pretended to believe in God and be His humble servant. I even think I bought my own BS on that (though I drank no KoolAid). I got to hang with some really awesome humans: my former wife, my younger 3 children. Even had actual friends (by this I mean humans other than musicians with whom I conversed and ate food occasionally -- other stuff too: I successfully sold them on my BS. Maybe. Of no consequence really....)
You know that old saw "Keep it Simple!" ? Stupid? Yes. Because it's NOT simple. I like (really do) "My son, look for God within you." But, dad, ego is in there. Is Ego God? "No, look again."
Then everyone fell asleep,
and a great cloud swept over them and
deposited nickels on their eyes
and their heads were each worth
ten cents! adjusted for inflation.
The early 90s were not that great for some folks.
The last entry was in July 2015. I am rusty. It was hot in this hemisphere. I was not. I was incredibly stupid (i will not explain this). What's different now is that I got worse and worse until just a few months ago, when an enforced stint behind bars jolted me into a bit of better information and an open mind.
So, I am moved to show you this open mind. Pieces of its grey matter -- dark matter. Don't matter.
For one thing, the purported best bestest most awesomest time in my life- the early 90s - sure had its nice qualities. For example, I pretended to believe in God and be His humble servant. I even think I bought my own BS on that (though I drank no KoolAid). I got to hang with some really awesome humans: my former wife, my younger 3 children. Even had actual friends (by this I mean humans other than musicians with whom I conversed and ate food occasionally -- other stuff too: I successfully sold them on my BS. Maybe. Of no consequence really....)
You know that old saw "Keep it Simple!" ? Stupid? Yes. Because it's NOT simple. I like (really do) "My son, look for God within you." But, dad, ego is in there. Is Ego God? "No, look again."
Then everyone fell asleep,
and a great cloud swept over them and
deposited nickels on their eyes
and their heads were each worth
ten cents! adjusted for inflation.
The early 90s were not that great for some folks.
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