16 July 2018

Pots and Kettles

It's been a few years-ish since I've said anything here ... but I've got something to say today ... 

Something heinous this way sort of happened over a year ago, causing a huge, and vacuous rift in a significant relationship ... There's been a definitive amount of rage laced with ennui, that or it's just a coping mechanism, helping me to maintain sanity. I've known and loved this song for years, but never really HEARD it til the other night, as I got sucked down a YouBoob rabbit hole of epic proportions.  

This just sums it all up perfectly. The only thing I would do differently would be to scream louder, and harder at the end. 

"The Pot"

Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.

Rob the grave to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.

You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.

Foot in mouth and head up asshole.
So what you talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'Til you pull it out, boy!

You must have been so high.
You must have been so high.

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo,
Got lemon juice up in your eye!
When you pissed all over my black kettle,
You must have been high, high.
You must have been high, high.

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters.
Fuckin' hypocrite.

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo,
Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye.
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must've been!

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind!

Weepin' shades of indigo shed without a reason.
Weepin' shades of indigo.

Liar, lawyer, mirror for you, what's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government.

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo,
Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye!
Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must've been high, high, high, high.

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters.
Your balls deep in muddy waters.
Ganja, please, you must have been out your mind!

31 December 2016

Letitgo, Let It Go, Lexapro ...

A funny thing happened on the way to the end of 2016 ... Many, many people I loved or respected or loved and respected just up and left the damned planet. Every guitar should weep over the loss of Prince. 

My beloved and most dear and best friend Katie sent me the 40-song compilation, 4Ever, for Christmas this year. I just broke it out yesterday and discovered Moonbeam Levels, along with one of my favorite Princely tunes, Letitgo ... Then it hit me that he's really not coming back. Such, such, such a shame. Such a loss. 

It's been so damned long since I wrote on this blog, I can't remember how to format, so just bear with any ill-aligned or placed text and photos ...  

Well, this is that day where you're supposed to review your goings on and doings for the past 12 months. I have to say, apart from a few magical events and the love of my beloved, this year has been complete shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah, people die, but damn, do they all have to punch a higher floor in the same year? 

This is also the year when I stopped eating meat, and also tried to go vegan, but that sort of hit a wall. Maybe tomorrow, you know, with all the resolution-making festivities in full gear. I even bought a juicer. This one: 

So far, it's pretty cool, as far as juicers go, given that I didn't know a damned thing about juicing really until watching Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. The only reason I saw that is because we entered the 21st century finally and got real, no limit, WiFi internets. Go us. Pretty big accomplishment for those who live in the styx. With that fancy, speedy internet, we got Netflix, thus bringing our purchase of really crappy DVDs to a screeching halt. 

Since giving up the meatly products, I can honestly say I have consumed more bananas, more watermelon and more cashews, roasted and raw, in this year than probably in my entire life. Onions and peppers, too - bells, jalapenos, poblanos, cubanelles .... Insane, I tell you. Only a few times have I seriously had a hankering for meat, and one of those was yesterday. Can't even say why, since I've been meat-free since early August. Probably the stress of driving down through the Valley of Windmills, which seems to keep getting ever closer to our house. It's looming just across the river now ... Just a matter of time before they start planting them in our backyard. See that tiny grouping? That was a few years back ... Now, NOW, they're everywhere for as far as you can see in most any direction between here and the hometown some 40 miles south.  

Too many people I know and love were sick this year, some still are, some are recovering, and one, thankfully, has won her war. One was my best friend so many, many moons ago. For reasons undefined here, we went our separate ways until this year, when I found out he was seriously ill. It's not my place to tell his story, but I'm just happy that we are now back in touch and in many respects, it's like no time passed. 

I spent way too much time here ... 

... and in Cleveland, generally. More time than I ever imagined I ever would.  It's a long-winded drama that nobody really cares about, but suffice it to say that my dad had some fairly significant heart surgery that came with a plethora of complications, leading to nearly a month-long stay in the big city. However, I wish more people could visit that place and realize that all this fucking rubbish we call politics is just bullshit and that people can survive, get along, and maybe even accomplish great things, no matter what race, religion, size, color, creed or sexual preference. When you're sick, all those things no longer matter. So, if that's the case, then maybe all those things should not matter during the course of everyday life. 

I didn't do a whole lot of reading this year, just a new copy of a productivity bible that I bought also many moons ago. This is the fully revised 2015 copy, which addresses the world as we now know it with the inclusion of all the technological advances. Fairly good read if you want to get your shit together ...  

I also picked up a few books about health and dietary concerns, including: 


Not going raw, and not doing the all starch, no fat thing either. I don't do good with fads, but both books have some pretty good recipes and some health info that is quite useful. 

It looks like we might have a fairly exciting year in 2017, musically.  I got my beloved tickets to see Opeth this spring and he got me tickets to see Stevie Nicks. I don't show it much with my permanent resting bitch face, but I'm excited and tickled. Some things to definitely look forward to! 

That all being said, I feel like I accomplished so very little this year. I did finish another rendition of the Vogue sweater ... This time in black, but I haven't taken a picture of it yet.  I sewed it all together and stuck it in the closet and forgot about it. I just washed it the other day. All that's left is to either wear it or give it away. It's very heavy, but it's very long, so I'm not quite sure what the plans are just yet.  

I haven't made any of those resolutions things just yet, and probably won't, to be completely forthright. Why bother. Why not just go ahead and get shit done instead?   There will be much working, much knitting, maybe some gardening, and maybe some more art ... Because I really shouldn't stop with the drawing, drawing that I never mentioned here since I stopped blogging for the most part ... I'll just show you ... 

So yeah, let's just say 2017 is the year of getting shit done, and also staying completely awake. If these past few years have taught me anything, it's that I can't just keep my head in the sands of ignorance anymore.  Things are insulting my soul, and there's no time like the present to make changes, and as I heard someone say this year, "Be the change you want to see." 

I leave you with this, and wishes for a very happy 2017: 

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11 January 2016

Sour, Sand, and Stardust ...

The Theys say that the celebrities, they depart in groups of three, and I guess this round is no exception to that rule.  Not really sure about that rule, but this round of three really hits home. So much of youth and growing up and becoming who I am took place with many of the songs of these people either playing in the background or at full volume. What a way to end an old year and start a new one, eh?  

Not much to be said about Mr. Weiland that hasn't been said. I saw STP once, live, with my beloved. All I really remember, some decades later, is that he had on a rainbow clown wig, sat on a giant swing that raised and lowered and he was massively fucked up during that performance, and that was before we really knew what was going on in his world. Really, I think that was before we even had much contact with the internets. I'm not the musical aficionado that can rattle off all manner of deep tracks for you to go seek out, but YouBoob can see to that for you. Definitely a loss of talent that probably won't soon be replaced, not by the likes of the shite that is taking over the music world now. 

Lemme just say this: The world lost who was, in my mind, a man's man ... Metal all the way. Man all the way. He had his flaws, but he wasn't trying to pretend perfection. He did his thing, he did it to the best of his ability, and he did it with blood concocted of Jack and Coke and tobacco smoke. No, I was never a HUGE Motorhead fan, but I was a Lemmy fan, mostly because of his 'Fuck it' demeanor. Watching the documentary of his life, "Lemmy", really cemented my admiration for what he was all about. It was truly an unreal experience to sit here Sunday night and watch his memorial service, streaming live from LA, but it was also kind of really cool to be able to hear the many thoughts and stories that friends, family and fellow musicians had to share. Lemmy's boots were made for walking and he walked right outta here. As for this song, honestly, I just found it, and know that if I ever have to hear this song again, the only version I want to hear is this one. Period. The original can be locked away for eternity. End of ... 

Never a huge Bowie fanatic, I can't speak to much of anything about him except for he tripped me out and I just dug his style. Period. I know full well that his music meant so much to so many people and this loss is shocking and huge. Living a sheltered childhood, I wasn't exposed to much of his work until later in the adolescent years, so forgive me the fact that one of my favorites is one of the more commercial hits, China Girl. Don't know why, just dig it. This one, Heroes, I love because it's a song that my beloved always tells me applies to us. It's been around in numerous variations throughout our life together, and the words make it easier to get through the hard stuff. 

What it really boils down to is that all this demise has made me truly realize that there is absofuckinglutely no point to sitting around waiting on life to make itself happen FOR us. 


It also finally hit me that the reason they call the age of 40 being "over the hill" is because time now moves at the speed of a bicycle going down a very steep hill in a place like San Francisco.  As Ferris Bueller once said, "Life moves pretty fast." 

I've taken it upon myself to truly get rid of all the shite that has been cluttering up life for years now. I spent some time this morning getting rid of all but two things that would remind me of one of the most painful years of my life, and amidst several shudders, shivers and reminders that it's long gone, I put it all in the trash. Gone. It can't hurt me anymore, the reality or the paper proof of all the bullshit that happened. And with the passing of people who actually DID do something with their lives, I am reminded that the time is now for me to let go of the past and get a jump on living what life there is left for me to the best of my own ability. 

Quite the Wake Up Call, I think.