Impersonal Hygiene

1:07am: BJ
Don't let the Baby Jesus win.

10:35pm: I won the lottery.

How was your week?

4:40am: It goes without saying that nothing in life is more cherished than that which is Walmart-bought.

7:00pm: Mother Knows Best
There came a time, years ago, when I realized I had, with time, become more intelligent than my mom.

That was a difficult pill to swallow, but part of growing up.

She told me long ago "when it's right, you'll just know, you'll know from every fiber of you being"  And I would laugh inside.  Yes woman.  Right.  Based upon what?  Your desire to believe so?  Certainly not based upon my observations of others, nor my own experiences.

With time, I have become more intelligent than my mom.

But not wiser.

2:52pm: End of an Era
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day that LJ died.....

8:45pm: Sans Magandang
The clock its ticks so maddening landing
eyes stare at the screen demanding
trying to will, but absence shatters
the hope of that which alone matters

Was it real? to wake tomorrow
washed in dreams, then dried in sorrow
so out of tune so went the song
'tis umaga.......sans magandang

4:49am: Some more Summer.....
In days gone by, as I passed by the mirror, I saw myself.  Not myself, yet myself, yet different.  And as I smiled, from the mirror emanated the same smile, yet brighter.

Today, as I walked by the mirror, I'd become a vampire.  For the mirror refused to smile back.

And the cold settled in.

Today was the first snow in Colorado.

Is summer really over?

10:57pm: Wow!

Yes boys and girls, baseball can be intense.

Go Rockies!

12:45am: Weekend Celebration with a Few Intimate Friends...




(  Not Terribly Work Safe )

11:53am: I love euphonium music.

12:25pm: Dear God.

You’re a tricky one.

I’ve steadfastly maintained my atheist (or at least agnostic) beliefs for a long, long time now.

Armed with facts. Armed with knowledge. Armed with hubris.

But you broke my armed with an unsuspected kick that I tried to block, but could not.

You sneaky bastard.

Thank You.

12:55am: Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.



A good thing, since summer's almost over.

Goo goo gajoob.

9:42pm: What If.......
You threw a lemon party,

And nobody came?

6:46pm: A four line poem
Gayness....
Anus.
Strain us?
Heinous!

2:52am: Thanks to spinero_solidum, for turning me on to this fellow....

This guy, is one of the finest musicians I've ever heard in my life.

This shit is just amazing, not just pyrotechics, but soooo musical.

I'm giving up playing now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mEqEe-PIC8&mode=related&search=

11:58pm: I recent bought a guitar speaker cabinet off of eBay.

Kinda expensive, but touted to be quite exceptional.

So, finally it arrived, but I wasn't that interested. I just bought it because I had to suss-out some equipment issues, and felt like I had to at least give all the amp-heads their due (that'll make sense to BoDiddley, though probably not most else).

So finally, I opened the box, plugged the speaker cabinet in to my favorite amp, and....

was blown away.....

Like everything I'd ever hoped for was there. It took my music, my touch, my amp, and made it better. It elucidated everything I was saying (musically) in a much better way. It takes my mistakes, and smooths them. Takes my good attibutes, and amplifies them.

I haven't smiled so much in years....

I just want to play guitar all day now. That's a cool feeling.

12:53pm: As of late, only one thought predominates.

More Cow-Belle!

9:28pm: Interesting evening.

Goodbye party for a very old and dear friend. He's leaving for medical school. Had a band there. Band of another old friend who married this guitarist. Used to play with Leon Russell, Maria Muldaur, and a host of others.

Band was excellent, guitarist was insane. I wss thinking to sit in early on, but realized that I had nothing to offer. Nothing compared to this guy.

Got to talking shop with the guitarist, and upon demand of the girls, I was to play and sing "My Way" to bid off the departers. So, I started playing piano and singing, and the guitarist, John, joined in. We got a bit crazy and improvised some lyrics, segued into a few songs, and made a parody of it.

At the end, he said "hey, I enjoyed talking shop with you, you understood everything I said, and we could make a future out of that My Way parody...we definitely need to hang out, share a few licks." Joke of course on the "we could make a future" thing. But he was serious about wanting to hang out.

Now this might not seem like a big deal. But this guy has credentials flowing from his posterior. And, more important....is INCREDIBLY good. Robben Ford-esque.

And he wants to jam with me.

Gads, though I'm pretty danged good, I'm 3 echelons below this cat. But seems like he actually likes my understanding of guitar, and gear, and tone, and theory.

I'm kinda psyched. Might even be able to parlay this into a gig. Or at least some lessons.

More importantly, bid one friend adieu, and made a new one.

T'was a good night.

5:54pm: http://news.aol.com/strange/story/_a/wisconsin-festival-sells-deep-fried/n20070513144209990002?cid=936

Is it only me, or is this totally hot?

I want to date that Joubert guy.

7:27pm: Taken from the Washington Post's Style Invitational, which asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are a few of the winners:

Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.

Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

Karmageddon: It's when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, and then the Earth explodes and it's a serious bummer.

Glibido: All talk and no action.

Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

5:03am: Listening to Ray Charles singing "America the Beautiful"

God...he meant it. Reminds me that I really do love my country (despite its myriad faults).

To hear a blind, subjugated black man sing with such passion about our country brings tears to my eyes.

Ray Charles is what makes America great. Diversity....the energies of a thousand cultures coming together....to create something greater.

10:55pm: My tits have been getting impressively bigger lately.

I wonder if it's due to the bench pressing, or estrogen shots?

4:56am: I bought a couple of CDs of music from my early childhood. Those days, long ago, cold mornings, delivering my paper-route with a transistor radio rubber-banded to the handlebars. The songs alone breaking the solace of those 4 AM desolate mornings.

Wanted to remember those days, those feelings.

But....time has passed. Music will never be the same.

Now, I have a highly developed ear, a strong background in music theory, and have put together entire songs for so long.....I can't hear things with the innocence anymore.

I tried to just hear the songs, in their simplicity, but couldn't. Now I instinctively dissect the chord progression, the drum parts, the bass line, the horn parts, the guitar parts, the vocals, the mixing, the mastering.

This really sucks. I just want to hear the gestalt of the song.

But can't anymore. These songs are not the same as they were, a thousand years ago, on those cold, desolate, mornings....delivering papers to the sleeping masses.

Innocence lost.


Addendum: The craziest thing is.....that the fucking disco songs....stand the test of time the best. Those fuckers could lay the shit down! Maybe the songs were stupid, but the MF's could play! damn!

Fuck.

12:51am: Officially Old
I've been really getting in Sammy Davis Jr. lately.

Yeah, really. Sammy Davis Jr.

Should it be hemlock, candlestick or Drano?

Please advise.

10:53pm: Tips for Happy Living
Tip #324:

If you ever date a Filipina girl (ignore the redundundancy),

It's a good idea to call her "Pookie."

She'll really appreciate that affectation.