Photograph by Martin Popek
Well, fall is now upon us and the night sky is becoming more and more prevalent. Which means I start concerning myself with a certain subject more often than not. I know I have been told over and over again by various friends and family that what I’m about to discuss is none of my business, and stop worrying about it, and who cares, but the truth of the matter is I do care, I will worry about it, and I think it is very much my business.
So here is the pressing matter at hand.
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Well, I’m back to making my things again. Thus the brief silence on this blog. And the delinquency of answering family and friends back. Sorry. I’m working on it though. When the things start being made, my social retardation kicks in.
Currently, I’m making a series of paintings dealing with Alice In Wonderland as I feel like I have been searching for an elusive white rabbit lately. (Lately?) I have to be honest, I’m not sure I like these. I’m tempted to toss them. I wont. But I’m tempted. I don’t need people to make me feel nice about that fact either, so thank you, but don’t. That isn’t why I said/wrote that. I really am just trying to figure out if I like this direction or not. It’s a borrowed subject and not one of my own and I’m not sure I feel good about that. Hard to explain.
I’m also making another song called “The Buried Heart”. It involves, yes, you may have guessed, a buried heart in a dead bloody pile of leaves, drinking to excess and falling asleep inside one’s soul for the past 2 years. I am really hoping to post something tonight. It all depends on if I get the cadence down on my lyrics which is proving to be a struggle. Then there is the whole business of harmonies. Hm. Well, stay tuned. There are 3 others
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Hmmmmmmmmmm. I am completely mezmorized by this interview. Fascinated? Kind of like seeing the two headed llama in the 1967 version of Dr. Doolittle. You know what I mean? Maybe not. I’ll get back to you on the correct terminology.
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So, I was out tonight with my friend Teresa, and happened upon some wicked yummy food at La Mestiza. Their Margarita I had was PERFECT! On the rocks, sour, sweet, and salty in equal measurements. Took me right back to Cozumel, 1997. I can’t wait to get back to that little island. It’s been a while. I’m sure its changed.
(anyway)
After food, we found ourselves over at TJ Maxx again, laughing our asses off and sort of being obnoxious. Good times, I say.
As we were browsing, Teresa found this hat for me and I believe it was made for me exclusively. Must have been since this was the only one there! Good God™ this hat rocks socks.
Does anyone have any idea how long I have wanted a hat just like this? In a color like this? Since MJ sang along with Paul McCartney in Say Say Say and way before he bent his dear Beatle friend over and stole the rights (sorry “purchased” the rights) to the Beatles songs. Who does THAT?! I will admit that when that went down, I lost a lot of respect and fandom for Mr MJ (way before the touching of little boys, mind you) I mean, I guess at the time, he had the cash to do it, but glory be, do you not have a soul?
BTW: I wanted the sweater along with the cool shoes they both were wearing in their checkered suits at the end of the video too, but I think the hat will suffice.
I feel this hat will be a permanent fixture upon my head from now on. Until next Memorial Day at least.
So I look like a spice girl. Hey, whatever. It makes me feel spry. And spunky. And glory be, I need all the help I can get in that arena lately. If a hat does the trick, then I say no harm done! Right? Right!
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I got inspired today!
(tonight)
(whatever)
Here’s how.
So today, I finished up some client webwork, and decided to wander down State Street in Downtown Madison this afternoon to get inspired. I love the energy down there. And all things to look at. And the food smells. And a crazy protester who literally got in my face:
“Hey, carrot top! You with the gorgeous green eyes!”
(thank you by the way, don’t care if you are crazy and full of BS, it was still nice to hear)
“You look like you’re looking for something but don’t even know it!”
Oh, I know it alright. I am brutally aware, in fact. Every day. Thank you for confirming it though, (loudly might I add) to the surrounding lunch crowd, Sir. Next time keep your soul prying comments to yourself.
After that lovely call-out on a street corner, I went to my favorite store which sells all sorts of hooey fooey items and bought some yummy rose scented incense and sage bundles as I gather those for winter as I feel this house is going to need a lot of “clearing” considering the negative energy that seems to build up between 2 people while being shut in for 9 months. Ever see the Shining?
Also picked up a pin for my bag (purse whatever) that proudly says “Jesus was a Liberal”
…because come on, let’s face it, he was. Wandering the desert, living peacefully, trying to help others, live and let live, helping out the poor, hanging out with the dregs of society, plus he was Jewish, so why did HE get to go to heaven and sit on the good side of Pa and the other dude called the Holy Spirit, but supposedly all other Jewish folks go to hell?
…beeeeeeeeecause they don’t believe in Jesus.
…eeeeeeeeeeven though Jesus was a Jew.
…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Jesus loves all the little children in the world (so the song goes)
Hm.
But I won’t even get into that discussion because THAT is the line of questioning that got me into a lot of trouble with my priest (Father Erv) when I was 8 and getting ready for communion and my first confession and all that bees wax. But I made it. I was saved. And got to confess all my 8 year old sins, and have a nice little wafer to seal the deal.
One thing I have learned is that the Catholic church does not like questions.
And I had (have) a lot of them.
Nuns, REALLY don’t like questions.
Especially ones like “How could Jesus have grown into a full man and died in less than a year?” I was sent to the back of Sat morn CCD (Confraternity of Christian Doctrine class) and had to stand the rest of the class for that one because she thought I was being a smart ass, but I wasn’t. I really actually was quite confused. Hey lady, we just spent the whole month of December singing about sweet tiny non-walking baby Jesus less than 5 months ago. I might be 8, but even I know it takes a year for me to turn 9.
I get it now.
I think.
Sort of.
It isn’t important since I believe in my own version of a Higher Power and feel it should be that way for everyone. Whatever brings you sweet comfort in the dark of the frightening night of why we are all here. I’m still working with that. Which is one of the reasons why I “don’t” sleep.
Anyway, I did get inspired tonight and started writing up a little tune. Ohhhhhhhh, as you can see from the photos below, it was a rocking good time here in my studio. Complete with LSD in that one (and that other) photo. My dog was quite impressed by the magic. She’s the best fan ever. Though I wish she’d clap. She can’t though. She has no thumbs. And her arms don’t work that way.
First, allow me to introduce my lovely pet, my Archer Guitar complete with tiger stripes.
And a green leopard strap on.
it.
See it lounging languidly in my swank spinny 70’s chair, all gussied up, tired after rocking out.
I feel it needs a name, yet one has not found it. I’m working on it though.
Sometimes the musical inventing happens on the piano, sometimes in my head, sometimes on my guitar. I hope to post this little diddy soon. We’ll see. My guitar playing is, well, not very good. At. All. But Sometimes you just have to do it anyway. Right? Sure. What the hell.
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