Sunday, April 24, 2016

Friday, April 15, 2016

Old Tom Pissing Off Mom.. Again


My dad use to play this record often, my mom would get pissed off and 
tell him to turn it off.

Now I wonder if it was just the line she didn't like...
"'No devil, there's just god when he's drunk"

I could see her train of thought thinking that was all .. 
blasphemous. .n stuff

Madison Blues....


Would be a good name for a kid.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Donnie Darko


Film Out SD played a fave at the Hillcrest Ken, 
it was a bummer for us we go tthere late, 
it was a bummer for everyone else we stunk to bad. :(

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Being This Age Always Seemed So Far Away

me>
 
I’m carrying a heavy bucket back from the well.
Trembling hands and losing water, losing my will.
When we got home, nothing was left but knots in the lease.
Now I’m heading west or someplace far from the East.
Cortisol and Serotonin, stable’s a thrill.
Anhedonia at the surface. Here, I’m in hell.
I’m carrying this empty bucket, I wanna empty myself.
Because, everything is getting rid of everything else.
Pacing parking lots, ignored. We are the same, but opposed.
Something else is supposed to happen.
You aren’t having a good time anymore.
It felt easy before I left, left in dust to carry myself.
I really did dig my own hole, and I’m climbing out.
I really did dig my own hole, but I can see the top. I’m climbing out.
I really did dig my own hole. I’m climbing out. I’m climbing out.
You can smell life here, what we call life above the ground.
Hands stained dirty, but there is water to wash them out.
Being this age always seemed so far away.
How is life here, can we bring our trash outside the house?
What we call life above the ground, left in dust. Left in dust to carry myself out.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

#2 St. Louis Blues 1925


I took a course in the history of black music back in college, was one of my favorite classes.
Wrote the final paper on the importance of the Bo Diddly beat. :)

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Monday, April 4, 2016

From Rock Rock Rockaway Beach


By the Throat by the Pound

You cannot ask for love.
It may come
If you wait
year after year after year.

Love is the tide it
Rises and falls,
Strong like the ice but
Gone with the thaw.
Love is the rain that
Falls in the night,
Hard in December
Dry in July.

What do you want from love?
What do you need?
Is it something sweet
To make you feel complete?

Love like a rope can
Strangle or hold.
Love like the wind won't do what it's told.
Love like the fire that
Burns on the shore,
Those flames can warm you
And they can destroy.

But I have you now,
By the the throat by the pound,
But I have you now,
By the the throat by the pound

- Holy Holy

Sunday, April 3, 2016

You Know Whats Pretty Fun?

Disc Golf! With a good SPF!
At least my BF is really good at it, my discs go all over crazy!

Friday, April 1, 2016

Polar Extreme Dating

I am well over 40 and still love date night, it still makes me giddy and gets me all excited!
Its Friday night, and I leave to a little less than normal traffic and the house is empty, I have time to go for run and get ready to date all leisurely, including curling the hair (wtf) yeah, that never happens.

His VW is a loud and my heart still runs wild when he pulls into the driveway.

Wondering hand in hand, we dine at Bleu Boheme in Kensington.  I drink red wine, which I never do, but I am trying new things, getting outside the confort zone, go with the flow, even tried duck and steak tartar.  The goat cheese cheesecake was impeccable!


The Ken is across the street and we just like we did  a year ago, sit in a wonderful old theater, and again I didn't know what was better the movie or the compay. :) Yes, the company, but Blazing Saddles was great as well!



The extreme of fine french dining directly to Mel Brooks is perfect, to me.
As is he.



She said, You Wanna Refund?

When she wept, I left come over my head
About, oh the feelings
And she wept, hold me again, I made no sound, oh repeating
And she swore love has never come so easily
And we went over again, my head about, oh the feeling

She said you don't need time
We changed, you won't need your maid inside
My faith won't lie
He said you don't need mine
Behave, you want to be my lady lover
Of my eighteen summers, were long
She said, you don't read minds
Be patient, you won't leave me shaking
Leave me shaking

When she said, love come over my head about, oh what feeling
She said, you wanna refund?
Be paid, you ought to see my face in lights
My faith won't lie
But my sweet, you don't need mine your way
Just say you'll love me, just say you'll love me
Look, she said you don't read minds
Be patient, you won't see me shaking
You have been mistaken

I keep falling, maybe half the time, maybe half the time
I keep falling, maybe half the time, maybe half the time
But it's all the rage back home
It's all the rage back home

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