Catching Cannon Balls

Lots of not much going on lately, Universally speaking. Nothing coming forth from the alarm and just trying to be a better me. Yesterday, learning about the impending departure of Levon Helm (via Slash on Twitter), however, gave me pause. I know absolutely jack about Levon, or The Band, for that matter. But I know this song....

It's a huge part of my youth....not sure how, just remember hearing it frequently. AND, there's always the factoid that it was written in the year of my birth. 

I'm fairly ignorant when it comes to music appreciation and music history. That's what my beloved is for....he always fills me in on the information I did or did not need to know, but like to know anyway. Take the fact that I heard Robbie Robertson for the first time, as a solo act, probably when I was around 17.....by that time, The Band was already disbanded. From the moment I heard this...

I was hooked. On that album. And only that album. I've tried his other stuff. Just, for the life of me, can't get into it. I'm in to good lyrics, and good stories within songs. Which will ruffle my beloved's metal feathers, since he insists that I should be more into things like Sabbath and Maiden. But.....therein lies the rub...because along with the lyricism, I have to have a sound that speaks to me. I just don't get the same vibes from the things he likes...nor he me. Yin and Yang, up and down, it all balances out.  

Like this, for instance, is an absolute exquisite example of what sucks me in..

Just. Wow. 

Then, you have The Black Crowes doing this...

Brilliance. 

See, I'm into the earthy, growly, bluesy, heart-wrenching shit. Probably why I was immediately drawn to this...

Just Perfection.  

I can't tell you why I am the way I am, musically (or any other way for that matter...). I just know what I like, and reallly, genre is useless to me, because I bounce all over the place from opera to hip hop...like with this....

There is just absolutely no rhyme, nor reason when it comes to me.  So I guess, today, after so much silence, the Universe is trying to get me to finally see that it doesn't matter....you are who you are and you should be completely and utterly, without fail, comfortable in your being. Like what you like, hate what you hate, listen, don't listen, and by all means, stop following the crowd.....they might be headed on an extremely long fall off a short cliff. 

Just. Be. You. 

and bounce a little....

Sol In Prime

On this date, two years ago, our world changed, in a most musical sense. I'm not one to remember death dates too much, but can't help but be reminded since I follow lots of Type O people, including other Type O band members. I don't even pretend to know their pain. I can't. I wasn't there. All I know is I miss him. I miss the band. I miss the music.

Gently borrowed from this great article...

This is pretty much how I remember him, we saw the band so many times live.....never dreading it, always looking forward to it....and always hoping to see them again and again and again......

May You Find Peace in Your Rest. 

Big, Big Wednesday

The alarm is a joke...I have to get a new radio alarm, or better reception...no messages are coming through via that medium. But this has been looping in my brain cell this morning....

Things have been going incredibly well, maybe that's why I've been lax in posting much...because I haven't noticed any particularly loud messages from the Universal radio....just lots of static. Maybe the static has to do with health? I don't know. Trying a NEAR Vegan diet for the past two weeks, and so far, so good. Losing weight, gaining energy, hair and nails and whatnot all getting stronger, fuller, etc....but now, it would appear I'm coming down with something, something which has caused vertigo, and an all-over ache. Went to the doc, no ear infection, just a prescription for an anti-dizziness medication. However, if this ache and constant headache don't go away soon, I may have to find a new doctor or just go back to that one and hound him until he finds out what's really going on. 

In other news, my beloved got me the sweetest little doll yesterday...

Picture gently borrowed from here

Life is, for the most part, really good. Maybe the Universe would like me to realize that and nothing more right now. We shall see, shalln't we? :) 

Rooftops and Miracles

No alarm, just the subconscious knowledge that my son had come HOME!  Not ordinarily big news, but since he hasn't been home since around Christmas, is IS big news to me. Haven't written much lately, just because we've been living life and nothing really konked me upside the head, Universally speaking. Been listening to random CDs, such as Korn (with that Backwards "K" thing).....and, of course, The Black Crowes...so this song has been stuck on loop for the past few days...

Miracle To Me

So come on off of your rooftop

Come on down to the street

I've got something to tell you

You're secret I will keep

Tell me why have you been crying

Why won't you look me in the eye

I'm just trying to help you

I just need to know why

Please won't you let me try

Be my secret, be my joy

Be a miracle to me

Be my lover, be my friend

Be a miracle to me

I want to sleep in your moonglow

In my mind you're smile I keep

Head over heels I go

Like a dream from a peaceful sleep

This time I know I'm in deep

Nothing short of miraculous, this life I have with my beloved. Miraculous should not be mistaken for easy. It's never been EASY, but it's been worth it. I spend a lot of time up on my rooftop, hiding from the world. He is the only one who knows how to get me to come down. The only thing easy about this life is loving him. Sometimes, you have to part through all the bullshit to see what you really have. I see him. I keep his secrets. He is my friend, my lover and my miracle. What more could a girl ask for?

Swimming In A Fish Bowl

This came screaming forth from the radio this morning...

I used to listen to this alot when my Beloved was "out there".....it always made me think of him. Now, now that he's here, we're no longer two lost souls. This makes me happy. 

Thing(s) that make me NOT happy? 

-Non-winning lottery numbers

I had so many plans for all that cash!! :D  Not really....pipe dreams, and all.  Maybe next time.  

And I Told You To Be Balanced...

I have ADD. Maybe. Maybe not....maybe it's just something I found to describe my flitting personality. Maybe ADD doesn't even exist. Either way, I was visiting Twitter, when I saw a post by Whitney Cummings, so then I visited her page, and then I saw the link to her blog, here..., and then after several pages of meandering, I found that she had posted this...

Her exact words went something like this: 

my sister sent this song to me today very randomly so that means something - the universe might want everyone to have it...

Did you see that?  The UNIVERSE might want everyone to have it. The Universe. That thing I mention nearly every time I've got something to say here.  It's funny how that silly Universe works.....I don't really GET the song in it's entirety, yet this blip sticks out:

And I told you to be patient

And I told you to be fine

And I told you to be balanced

And I told you to be kind 

Yesterday was hard. Not in any overly dramatic, woe is me kind of way....but because this showed up...

I'm the UN-Balanced girl who would adopt any and every stray woodland and domestic creature (barring the arrival of skunks and possums, that is) and do whatever I could to make them have a happy life. I didn't know where he came from, but it was obvious he had broken free, carrying along part of his steel-cable tie out and sporting a collar. He was a big baby with a howl and whine that nearly broke my heart in two.  

Long story very much shortened, at the end of the day, after taking him to the local animal shelter, we finally located the owners.  While part of me is comforted knowing that they NOW know where he is and go collect him, part of me fears that maybe they will just leave him there. That cannot happen. I don't know what I will do, but I will DO something. I will NOT be responsible for another dog being 'put down' just because there is no room at the inn, because people can't seem to manage their animals. He WILL have a home. He will.  Just praying that he goes back with his family...which included other howling beauties. 

So, whilst I was probably not patient, and definitely am not all that balanced, at least I know that part of me is, indeed, kind.  

I also know that love shows up in the strangest forms. Who knew I'd ever fall for a hound dog?  

No Light In Sunny Rooms Without You

No alarm today, just some random, weird, twangy, subconscious or real noise that dinged me awake. Weird. Dreamed of people that I once used to get along with, be friends with, etc., who no longer have any sort of role in my life and, for the foreseeable future, will NOT ever be in my life again. Combined with strange people and places I've never seen. The mind does silly, silly things when the rest of you is slumbering away.

I've been blessed, particularly with the advent of computers and internet connections, to have heard some of the most breathtaking, heart-wrenching voices in the entire Universe. Most said voices come wrapped up in people that you would never suspect of having such beauty within. That faithful life lesson of never judging books by their dust jackets!   

The young man I saw last night, by way of one Caroline Manzo, of The Real Housewives of New Jersey (of whom I do follow on the Book of Faces) shared this.

For sooooooome reason, when I tried to add it via Blogger's Youtube tool, it decided to BE a tool and say that all these videos were blocked.....so if you should have trouble getting to it from here, I highly recommend you visit this link...here