Chattahoochee Sunset / Will Dockery

Post by Will Dockery
I referenced Abel Meeropol's poem myself in my poem-song "Chattahoochee Sunset"...
"Strange fruit hanging from the tree, Chattahoochee sunset... going down."
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery - https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0
Chattahoochee Sunset
A, G, B, A - C, Am, Em, A
On the side of the other side
on the other side of the ferry.
This is the story
of a long lost Mary.
She was gussied up and walking
down a hallway that burned long ago.
At least she's not out on Marathon
turning tricks with light and smoke.
Like the old man says
I hate to see that evening sun go down.
I know because she told me
that chick done went underground.
Going down.
Black hieroglyphic tree stands
Chattahoochee Sunset burning red
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.
On the other side of the mirror
what goes on in her mind.
Exceedingly happy
and sort of overly kind.
She's crossing through the courtyard now
her little high heels clicking.
I'm hiding in the bushes
as the moonlight thickens.
If looks could kill
she'd have done it long ago I found.
Strange fruit hanging from black trees
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.
Black hieroglyphic signs
Chattahoochee Sunset going to bed.
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.
-Will Dockery (words)
w/ Brian Mallard & Jack Snipe (music)

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)

i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...

i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)

by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....

hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)

maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

Rachel

2016-03-22 17:47:15 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

Rachel

2016-03-22 17:49:12 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

Rachel

2016-03-22 17:50:29 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Will Dockery

2016-03-22 17:56:26 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.

<3

http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/

In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".

Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."

"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."

Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.

Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?

:)

Rachel

2016-03-22 18:13:52 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)

i was so alone.

i was in so much pain.

i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)

the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.

and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.

all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

Rachel

2016-03-22 18:27:55 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.

it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.

very weird.

Rachel

2016-03-22 18:41:48 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?

he said we're wired differently when we get older.

like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.

i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...

sigh...

i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...

Rachel

2016-03-23 15:56:33 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

hey, in case anybody thinks i'm some kind of weirdo or "celebrity fucker" or something, we used to work out at the same small gym together, and even had a small encounter without words, and i was friendly a few times with her trainer (conversations, etc...) it really wasn't a big deal.

for me, it's about, a world full of strangers is really scary, and hard to deal with, get through, maneuver. like dylan says, who are these people coming towards you do you know them or will there be a fight, or there are always strings attached, or like he says, city's just a jungle more games to play, or the one i've been trying to get out this whole time, what is it, hold on...i know there's one i want, i can't bring it to mind. well, anyway..

does anyone know the dylan quote i'm trying to think of?? :-//// driving me nuts now...law of the jungle and the sea are you're only teachers, is that it? ugh

it's just i don't know how to meet people, anybody, and these are the only people i "know."

i'm scared to meet people. :-((( (including a lot of celebrities, i get "bad vibes" from)

i had a bad dream last night.

the lyrics book, and it was all beat up, and dirty, and falling apart.

made me think of that poem mug shot, and you guys calling it a talisman.

Will Dockery

2016-03-23 23:53:00 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

hey, in case anybody thinks i'm some kind of weirdo or "celebrity fucker" or something, we used to work out at the same small gym together, and even had a small encounter without words, and i was friendly a few times with her trainer (conversations, etc...) it really wasn't a big deal.
for me, it's about, a world full of strangers is really scary, and hard to deal with, get through, maneuver. like dylan says, who are these people coming towards you do you know them or will there be a fight, or there are always strings attached, or like he says, city's just a jungle more games to play, or the one i've been trying to get out this whole time, what is it, hold on...i know there's one i want, i can't bring it to mind. well, anyway..
does anyone know the dylan quote i'm trying to think of?? :-//// driving me nuts now...law of the jungle and the sea are you're only teachers, is that it? ugh
it's just i don't know how to meet people, anybody, and these are the only people i "know."
i'm scared to meet people. :-((( (including a lot of celebrities, i get "bad vibes" from)
i had a bad dream last night.
the lyrics book, and it was all beat up, and dirty, and falling apart.
made me think of that poem mug shot, and you guys calling it a talisman.

I think the Bob Dylan song is "Mississippi":

"City's just a jungle, more games to play..."

Kind of hard to focus on Dylan at the moment, as my studies this season are all on the career of Peter Gabriel, which is just a few years short of Dylan's, Gabriel having started recording with his band Genesis back in 1969.

Although I've listened to and liked the work of Peter Gabriel over the years, spring of 2016 is the first time I've done an extensive study of his writings, music and performance.

It was Bowie who led to the Gabriel studies, as, while I was getting into his 1970s Changes, I remembered that Peter Gabriel, during the Genesis years, gave David Bowie a bit of a run for his money on theatrics, costumes, and characters, with such albums as "Foxtrot" and "Nursery Cryme", in which Gabriel took on all manner of fantastic personas, once dressed with a fox head and red dress, as an old man, various monsters and demons, including the Batwing Head guy, and my all time favorite, which I viewed on the Midnight Special television show, when he came out dressed as a purple flower. Then, like Bowie went into his Thin White Duke and disco rock phases, Gabriel presented his epic "Lamb Lies Down On Broadway", in which he portrayed a leather jacketed thug sort of character... and then on into his solo career in the 1980s and one of the kings of MTV with classics like "Games Without Frontiers", "Sledgehammer" and "Shock The Monkey" (which disturbed my wife, Kathy, because she was very vocally opposed to animal cruelty and violence, most specially the redneck deer hunters of this area, and so Peter Gabriel was suspect in her eyes, plus she was a Bowie groupie wannabe)...

Anyway, delving heavily into the dense epic poetry and song of "Selling England By The Pound" today:

http://www.sputnikmusic.com/review/47002/Genesis-Selling-England-By-The-Pound/

And have also compiled Volume One of a "Full Career Retrospective 1973-2016" with some of my favorites from early and later years, to catch my friends up to speed on this, so I don't have to talk to myself about it, although I do have my old friend George Sulzbach (ancestor to the fabled Herbert Sulzbach, German Jewish WWI hero, winner of the Iron Cross, who bolted to England in WW2 to help them fight his own people, the Germans, who had gone to the Dark Side and become Nazis, more on him soon) to discuss with who was a fan way back in the 1970s. Sulzbach even made a mural in his basement of one of the Genesis album covers, probably the crochet mallets and heads for balls on the cover of Nursery Cryme, one of the spookiest album covers ever.

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And that's just about how that goes... if it another Dylan song you're looking for, Rachel, I think we can locate that easily, just give me a clue.

<3

Will Dockery

2016-03-24 12:25:39 UTC

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Post by Will Dockery
Chattahoochee Sunset
A, G, B, A - C, Am, Em, A
On the side of the other side
on the other side of the ferry.
This is the story
of a long lost Mary.
She was gussied up and walking
down a hallway that burned long ago.
At least she's not out on Marathon
turning tricks with light and smoke.
Like the old man says
I hate to see that evening sun go down.
I know because she told me
that chick done went underground.
Going down.
Black hieroglyphic tree stands
Chattahoochee Sunset burning red
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.
On the other side of the mirror
what goes on in her mind.
Exceedingly happy
and sort of overly kind.
She's crossing through the courtyard now
her little high heels clicking.
I'm hiding in the bushes
as the moonlight thickens.
If looks could kill
she'd have done it long ago I found.
Strange fruit hanging from black trees
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.
Black hieroglyphic signs
Chattahoochee Sunset going to bed.
Red clover runes as she shakes her head.
Chattahoochee Sunset going down.
Going down.
-Will Dockery (words)
w/ Brian Mallard & Jack Snipe (music)

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

hey, in case anybody thinks i'm some kind of weirdo or "celebrity fucker" or something, we used to work out at the same small gym together, and even had a small encounter without words, and i was friendly a few times with her trainer (conversations, etc...) it really wasn't a big deal.
for me, it's about, a world full of strangers is really scary, and hard to deal with, get through, maneuver. like dylan says, who are these people coming towards you do you know them or will there be a fight, or there are always strings attached, or like he says, city's just a jungle more games to play, or the one i've been trying to get out this whole time, what is it, hold on...i know there's one i want, i can't bring it to mind. well, anyway..
does anyone know the dylan quote i'm trying to think of?? :-//// driving me nuts now...law of the jungle and the sea are you're only teachers, is that it? ugh
it's just i don't know how to meet people, anybody, and these are the only people i "know."
i'm scared to meet people. :-((( (including a lot of celebrities, i get "bad vibes" from)
i had a bad dream last night.
the lyrics book, and it was all beat up, and dirty, and falling apart.
made me think of that poem mug shot, and you guys calling it a talisman.

Apparently, as expected, somehow, it was all some sort of a hoax:

http://www.topix.com/forum/city/columbus-ga/T567O7MCDH4EVT94I

"A bit of viral fluff content has been making the rounds on Facebook claiming that Scarlett Johansson, star of "The Avengers" and "Her," is moving to Columbus. From the "article:" In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus..."

Big Surprise, eh?

:)

Rachel

2016-03-25 22:54:26 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)

Rachel

2016-03-25 22:59:16 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...

i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.

and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.

when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

Rachel

2016-03-25 23:12:36 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

i didn't really have music, just a radio, until high school, sophomore year, when i bought my sony walkman with money from the bagel store, and my tapes. (first one listened to james taylor greatest hits. couldn't believe how beautiful it was, something so pleasurable, and relaxing, and nice.)

i was aware of popular music. and had some albums as a kid, i remember i'm really rose and i'm rose real, and the stranger. and hair. and grease. and saturday night fever. don't remember what else. (stranger i think from my brother, iow, i didn't know about it, or where it came from.)

Rachel

2016-03-25 23:50:57 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

i didn't really have music, just a radio, until high school, sophomore year, when i bought my sony walkman with money from the bagel store, and my tapes. (first one listened to james taylor greatest hits. couldn't believe how beautiful it was, something so pleasurable, and relaxing, and nice.)
i was aware of popular music. and had some albums as a kid, i remember i'm really rose and i'm rose real, and the stranger. and hair. and grease. and saturday night fever. don't remember what else. (stranger i think from my brother, iow, i didn't know about it, or where it came from.)

this is *still* one of my favorites. :)

Rachel

2016-03-25 23:55:25 UTC

Post by Rachel
hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

i didn't really have music, just a radio, until high school, sophomore year, when i bought my sony walkman with money from the bagel store, and my tapes. (first one listened to james taylor greatest hits. couldn't believe how beautiful it was, something so pleasurable, and relaxing, and nice.)
i was aware of popular music. and had some albums as a kid, i remember i'm really rose and i'm rose real, and the stranger. and hair. and grease. and saturday night fever. don't remember what else. (stranger i think from my brother, iow, i didn't know about it, or where it came from.)

this is *still* one of my favorites. :)
http://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY

i always thought it was, "i catch the rays down in africa..."

Rachel

2016-03-26 01:39:42 UTC

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

i didn't really have music, just a radio, until high school, sophomore year, when i bought my sony walkman with money from the bagel store, and my tapes. (first one listened to james taylor greatest hits. couldn't believe how beautiful it was, something so pleasurable, and relaxing, and nice.)
i was aware of popular music. and had some albums as a kid, i remember i'm really rose and i'm rose real, and the stranger. and hair. and grease. and saturday night fever. don't remember what else. (stranger i think from my brother, iow, i didn't know about it, or where it came from.)

this is *still* one of my favorites. :)
http://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY

i always thought it was, "i catch the rays down in africa..."

Will Dockery

2016-03-26 06:04:26 UTC

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

i didn't really have music, just a radio, until high school, sophomore year, when i bought my sony walkman with money from the bagel store, and my tapes. (first one listened to james taylor greatest hits. couldn't believe how beautiful it was, something so pleasurable, and relaxing, and nice.)
i was aware of popular music. and had some albums as a kid, i remember i'm really rose and i'm rose real, and the stranger. and hair. and grease. and saturday night fever. don't remember what else. (stranger i think from my brother, iow, i didn't know about it, or where it came from.)

this is *still* one of my favorites. :)
http://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY

i always thought it was, "i catch the rays down in africa..."

Hah... I remember that 80s cheese factory, Toto.

:D

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 11:07:55 UTC

Post by Will Dockery
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

i didn't really have music, just a radio, until high school, sophomore year, when i bought my sony walkman with money from the bagel store, and my tapes. (first one listened to james taylor greatest hits. couldn't believe how beautiful it was, something so pleasurable, and relaxing, and nice.)
i was aware of popular music. and had some albums as a kid, i remember i'm really rose and i'm rose real, and the stranger. and hair. and grease. and saturday night fever. don't remember what else. (stranger i think from my brother, iow, i didn't know about it, or where it came from.)

this is *still* one of my favorites. :)
http://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY

You always tend to amaze me, Rachel... that is quite a leap, going from Toto to Bob Dylan!

:D

Rachel

2016-03-28 15:22:04 UTC

Post by Will Dockery
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

i didn't really have music, just a radio, until high school, sophomore year, when i bought my sony walkman with money from the bagel store, and my tapes. (first one listened to james taylor greatest hits. couldn't believe how beautiful it was, something so pleasurable, and relaxing, and nice.)
i was aware of popular music. and had some albums as a kid, i remember i'm really rose and i'm rose real, and the stranger. and hair. and grease. and saturday night fever. don't remember what else. (stranger i think from my brother, iow, i didn't know about it, or where it came from.)

this is *still* one of my favorites. :)
http://youtu.be/FTQbiNvZqaY

You always tend to amaze me, Rachel... that is quite a leap, going from Toto to Bob Dylan!
:D

it's seems like you're always putting me on, will. i wish you would be sincere for once in your life!

hey guess what? i'm pretty sure toto was AFTER bob. i associate it with this whirlwind hypomanic affair (no sex :-/) i had when i was 21 (iirc), with a very handsome young man who graduated berkeley then went on to med school and became a doctor. that's when i heard it, and it reached me. (i may have known it before. this i don't remember. probably.) he broke up with me and made me cry. ted v*nd*rn**t (a e oo). i met him at barney's. a rare once in a lifetime outing on my part...i was thin and jogging, i had just got out here, before i became manic. i was on my way...up?

does that surprise you even more, or less? ???

or are you just putting me on again. ??? :-(((

yogi

2016-03-28 15:42:52 UTC

That's interesting. I'm more directly familiar
with mania and hypomania as they manifest
in elderly dementia and Alzheimer's patients.

Rachel

2016-03-28 15:55:48 UTC

Post by yogi
That's interesting. I'm more directly familiar
with mania and hypomania as they manifest
in elderly dementia and Alzheimer's patients.

oh seriously? is that like a happy side effect of it?

see, i'm wondering, cuz i'm scared of alzheimer's. scared of so many things...

is it worse from the outside looking in? i mean, is it harder on the loved ones or caretakers than the patient him/herself? i mean, i've mentioned something like this before. like losing your mind. if it doesn't hurt, and you don't know, and you aren't scared or lost, it's not the same as excruciating pain, is it?

Michael Pendragon

2016-03-28 16:00:10 UTC

Post by yogi
That's interesting. I'm more directly familiar
with mania and hypomania as they manifest
in elderly dementia and Alzheimer's patients.

oh seriously? is that like a happy side effect of it?
see, i'm wondering, cuz i'm scared of alzheimer's. scared of so many things...
is it worse from the outside looking in? i mean, is it harder on the loved ones or caretakers than the patient him/herself? i mean, i've mentioned something like this before. like losing your mind. if it doesn't hurt, and you don't know, and you aren't scared or lost, it's not the same as excruciating pain, is it?

I'm sure that one is painfully aware of the mental deterioration as it occurs. It's only *after* the brain has turned to mush (so to speak) that one can hope for a state approximating "blissful ignorance."

yogi

2016-03-28 16:08:22 UTC

Yes, seriously. Not happily,
but nothing to be scared of.

Rachel

2016-03-28 16:10:55 UTC

Post by yogi
Yes, seriously. Not happily,
but nothing to be scared of.

Jesus, Lord, take me to Heaven....

Rachel

2016-03-28 16:14:01 UTC

Post by yogi
Yes, seriously. Not happily,
but nothing to be scared of.

Jesus, Lord, take me to Heaven....

Jesus was a Jew for Jesus!

yogi

2016-03-28 16:30:35 UTC

Cannabis slows the body's production of beta-amyloid proteins,
a characteristic of, and contributor to Alzheimer's progression.
It also serves to alleviate the anxiety, irritability, and depression
often encountered by dementia and Alzheimer's patients.

Rachel

2016-03-28 16:32:44 UTC

Post by yogi
Cannabis slows the body's production of beta-amyloid proteins,
a characteristic of, and contributor to Alzheimer's progression.
It also serves to alleviate the anxiety, irritability, and depression
often encountered by dementia and Alzheimer's patients.

are you saying it's good to smoke pot to PREVENT alzheimer's? ??????

yogi

2016-03-28 16:37:19 UTC

No, of course not. I can't imagine how,
or more importantly why, you would
make that inference, but to be clear,
no, l am not advocating cannabis use
as a preventative to Alzheimer's disease.

Rachel

2016-03-28 16:40:02 UTC

Post by yogi
No, of course not. I can't imagine how,
or more importantly why, you would
make that inference, but to be clear,
no, l am not advocating cannabis use
as a preventative to Alzheimer's disease.

Why not? Now it sounds like a good idea. I was seriously considering it!

yogi

2016-03-28 16:45:58 UTC

I don't understand your question. Why not what?
If you want to smoke pot, don't let me stop you.

Rachel

2016-03-28 17:00:46 UTC

Post by yogi
I don't understand your question. Why not what?
If you want to smoke pot, don't let me stop you.

No, I mean only if there's a REASON. if it has health benefits...

yogi

2016-03-28 19:03:38 UTC

Exactly. If there is a reason, use that.
Reason is always a good thing to use.

Will Dockery

2016-03-29 12:03:31 UTC

Post by yogi
Exactly. If there is a reason, use that.
Reason is always a good thing to use.

Keep the "within reason" thing in mind, as well, of course.

:)

Will Dockery

2016-03-29 18:18:43 UTC

are you saying it's good to smoke pot to PREVENT alzheimer's? ??????

Yogi may not be saying that, but the idea does have a logical ring to it.

Will Dockery

2016-03-29 12:56:56 UTC

So, Rachel's question was a valid one, why not experiment with weed as a /preventive/ against these bad things happening in a human?

:D

Will Dockery

2016-03-29 13:15:47 UTC

Post by yogi
Yes, seriously. Not happily,
but nothing to be scared of.

Jesus, Lord, take me to Heaven....

Jesus was a Jew for Jesus!

He is (He rose from the dead and rolled away the Stone, and actually never really died) definitely a man with a plan.

--
Check out "Twilight Girl / Will Dockery & Henry Conley"
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry?0

<3

yogi

2016-03-29 13:20:41 UTC

Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Michael Pendragon

2016-03-29 18:20:32 UTC

Post by yogi
Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Sorry, Pastor.

Jesus would have said that only his body died on the cross; his spirit, being immortal, lived on.

Will Dockery

2016-03-29 18:23:58 UTC

Post by yogi
Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Sorry, Pastor.
Jesus would have said that only his body died on the cross; his spirit, being immortal, lived on.

Also, like other legends and mythology (not to say that there is not some element of truth in any or all of them), it depends on which version, from which sect, or other version of the religion, you're reading or hearing about at the time.

Rachel

2016-03-29 18:37:07 UTC

Post by yogi
Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Sorry, Pastor.
Jesus would have said that only his body died on the cross; his spirit, being immortal, lived on.

So what exactly happened three days later? ??? :) (I thought they went to look for his body, and it was gone? some story with two women? were these the rainy day women? lol ? ???) And if not, then when did his spirit go up? immediately, or three days later, how does the story go? :)

Will Dockery

2016-03-29 18:45:33 UTC

Post by yogi
Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Sorry, Pastor.
Jesus would have said that only his body died on the cross; his spirit, being immortal, lived on.

I think Bob Dylan's "In The Garden" tells the story well.

http://bobdylan.com/songs/garden/

:)

Rachel

2016-03-29 18:56:26 UTC

Post by yogi
Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Sorry, Pastor.
Jesus would have said that only his body died on the cross; his spirit, being immortal, lived on.

I think Bob Dylan's "In The Garden" tells the story well.
http://bobdylan.com/songs/garden/
:)

If you keep doing this, I'm going to start ignoring you. LOL.

(wasn't this surrounding the events when they came to arrest him? ????)

Will Dockery

2016-03-29 19:48:15 UTC

Post by Rachel
(wasn't this surrounding the events when they came to arrest him? ????)

Yes, I remembered that after I posted it, Rachel, but he does end the song with the topic we are discussing:

When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
He said, "All power is given to Me in heaven and on earth"
Did they know right then and there what the power was worth?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
-Bob Dylan

Read more at:
http://bobdylan.com/songs/garden/

Anyways...

Corey is a sworn-in Christian preacher, so I probably should just let him give you the real facts, as the King James Bible explains them.

:D

Rachel

2016-03-29 19:57:32 UTC

Post by Rachel
(wasn't this surrounding the events when they came to arrest him? ????)

When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
He said, "All power is given to Me in heaven and on earth"
Did they know right then and there what the power was worth?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
-Bob Dylan
http://bobdylan.com/songs/garden/
Anyways...
Corey is a sworn-in Christian preacher, so I probably should just let him give you the real facts, as the King James Bible explains them.
:D

it gives no answers to our questions.

Will Dockery

2016-03-30 14:15:08 UTC

Post by Rachel
(wasn't this surrounding the events when they came to arrest him? ????)

it gives no answers to our questions.

Corey/Yogi... need you here on this one.

What did Jesus do when he rose from the dead?

Have you ever read the D.H. Lawrence short story on the later adventures of Jesus?

How about the cult who thinks Jesus came over and hung around with the Native Americans?

What's the party line over your way?

:)

Michael Pendragon

2016-03-29 18:49:09 UTC

Post by yogi
Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Sorry, Pastor.
Jesus would have said that only his body died on the cross; his spirit, being immortal, lived on.

They went there three day later and found Pat Boone.

Will Dockery

2016-03-30 05:39:10 UTC

Post by yogi
Actually, as the story goes,
He actually did actually die,
which is why Resurrection
is called Resurrection, and
not Jesus woke from a nap.

Sorry, Pastor.
Jesus would have said that only his body died on the cross; his spirit, being immortal, lived on.

This seems to be a clear, unbiased account of what is known or imagined about what went on three days after Jesus Christ was murdered, when after three days He is proclaimed to have risen from the dead:

===============================================================
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resurrection_of_Jesus

Although no single gospel gives an inclusive or definitive account of the resurrection of Jesus or his appearances, there are four points at which all four gospels converge:[16]
1.Attention to the stone that had closed the tomb
2.The linking of the empty tomb tradition and the visit of the women on "the first day of the week;"
3.That the risen Jesus chose first to appear to women (or a woman) and to commission them (her) to proclaim this most important fact to the disciples, including Peter and the other apostles;
4.The prominence of Mary Magdalene;[7][17]
5.The significance of Jesus folding the linen burial cloth:

Variants have to do with the precise time the women visited the tomb, the number and identity of the women; the purpose of their visit; the appearance of the messenger(s)--angelic or human; their message to the women; and the response of the women.

After they found the empty tomb, the gospels indicate that Jesus made a series of appearances to the disciples. He was not immediately recognizable, according to Luke.[20]:p.277 E. P. Sanders concluded that although he could appear and disappear, he was not a ghost. Writing that Luke was very insistent about that, Sanders pointed out that "the risen Lord could be touched, and he could eat".[Lk. 24:39-43] He first appeared to Mary Magdalene, but she did not recognize him at first. The first two disciples to whom he appeared, walked and talked with him for quite a while without knowing who he was, (the road to Emmaus appearance).[Lk. 24:13-32] He was made known "in the breaking of the bread".[Lk. 24:35] When he first appeared to the disciples in the upper room, Thomas was not present and wouldn't believe until a later appearance where he was invited to put his finger into the holes in Jesus' hands and side.[Jn. 20:24-29] Beside the Sea of Galilee he encouraged Peter to serve his followers. [Jn. 21:1-23] His final appearance is reported as being forty days after the resurrection when he was "carried up" into heaven where he sits on the right hand of God.
===============================================================

And so, it apparently went.

Will Dockery

2016-03-30 10:51:24 UTC

Post by yogi
That's interesting. I'm more directly familiar
with mania and hypomania as they manifest
in elderly dementia and Alzheimer's patients.

A question, is a lot of this what we used to call "senile"?

And, no, I haven't had any real experience with these ailments in my family, so far, and I pray that remains true.

:)

yogi

2016-03-30 11:01:40 UTC

Yes, senility is another name for dementia.

Will Dockery

2016-03-30 11:14:49 UTC

Post by yogi
Yes, senility is another name for dementia.

And smoking weed helps snap the mind out of that?

yogi

2016-03-30 11:25:50 UTC

I haven't heard it described that way, no.
The effect of smoking weed on dementia
is more progressive than snappy, and its
benefits are more palliative than curative.

Will Dockery

2016-03-30 11:36:15 UTC

Post by yogi
I haven't heard it described that way, no.
The effect of smoking weed on dementia
is more progressive than snappy, and its
benefits are more palliative than curative.

The weed smokers here were raving about weed being some kind of "cure" for cancer, which sounds absurd to me.

All these wild claims for pot smoking over the years tends to dull the impact, or credibility, of the medical uses of weed for some of us.

When I smoke the stuff, if makes anything wrong with me worse, which is why I stopped.

:)

yogi

2016-03-30 11:45:52 UTC

Weed smokers do like their weed. There's no doubt about that,
and everybody likes to justify what they do as reasonable, so
there's a lot more scientific research being done by people who
were once looked on as stoners, resulting in a lot more credible
evidence for the efficacy of cannabis in treating different ailments.

Will Dockery

2016-03-30 14:37:22 UTC

Post by yogi
Weed smokers do like their weed. There's no doubt about that,
and everybody likes to justify what they do as reasonable, so
there's a lot more scientific research being done by people who
were once looked on as stoners, resulting in a lot more credible
evidence for the efficacy of cannabis in treating different ailments.

Yes, that's pretty much it.

<Yawn>

:)

Will Dockery

2016-03-30 19:33:00 UTC

Post by yogi
Weed smokers do like their weed. There's no doubt about that,

Have you tried what they call here "Shards"?

It is like a super hash oil, kind of cooked down like crack or crystal meth, and hit through a stem or a vapor bong.

Old time weed fans tell me if I try this stuff I'll fall in love with being stoned again.

What do you think, Yogi?

:D

Will Dockery

2016-03-26 08:29:48 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

Your LA neighbor Scarlett Johansson seems to be moving down here, I mean RIGHT HERE, so maybe she'll send back a report.
<3
http://www.localnews33.com/columbusgeorgia/scarlett-johansson-moving-to-columbus-georgia/
In a surprise to everyone in Los Angeles and certainly everyone in Columbus, Georgia, Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson announced today in an interview that she was moving to Columbus. Scarlett said that she was "tired of the L.A. lifestyle" and wanted to "live in a place where people are just people and whose sincerity you don't have to always question".
Johansson recently visited the area for a few days and, according to her publicist, "Scarlett immediately fell in love with the relaxed southern lifestyle, the friendly people, and the beautiful scenery of the Columbus area and was telling everyone that she was going to move there."
"This feels like the place I need to be at this time in my life," Scarlett told the magazine. "I'm looking at houses on the Chattahoochee River. I just think it's such a beautiful area and it would be a nice change of pace for me."
Maybe she'll come to one of my shows, for reals.
Or... can this be some kind of elaborate and early April Fool's joke?!?
:)

hey guess what? you know when i thought about being friends with her...? (like connecting/relating etc..) (just very cautiously, not like ooh i love you you're my best friend or something, but like, connecting over suffering and similar circumstances?) after i thought my email was hacked, and everyone was looking at my awful naked pictures, and btw, this was confirmed even worse what was possible, that miss teen usa, they hacked her computer camera, and caught her naked etc... and ABC said, put black tape over your camera, which i did, but now i just didn't believe it anymore, or now, i would say, care... :-/// (i hope this doesn't come back to humiliate me, but what can you do? ??) anyway, so then i found out about her, and i thought i saw her once, in a car, coming out of cvs, i can't remember if this was before or after i thought about her, but anyway, i mean, i just thought maybe we felt the same, about being violated, and it might be nice, it was really vague, for a minute or two, just like, maybe we could connect, cuz of that. it was way after it happened (the start of "the hiatus" as i call it, which i described more below.)
i was so alone.
i was in so much pain.
i literally, except for my postcards, would just stand or walk around my house, and go for long walks. (my back was so bad i couldn't sit. i was exhausted.)
the only thing that sustained me was those postcards.
and sort of the computer. er. janice's visions of bob. first something painful. then very slowly, a rectification of the pain, being or meaning something nice. and i never could get used to it. i could never say to myself, be patient, they will fix it in follow-up pics, explain (in pics), etc... i could never say Why? and Wait. it didn't matter. it still hurt, so bad. it was so hard. it was so bad.
all i did was stand there, or slowly move around the house, for most of my time. i think mostly moving slowly, and then sometimes stop, and then realize i was just standing there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, and be like, "omg, i can't believe this. i'm just standing here, waiting for bob. omg. :-(((" it was so difficult.

i knew she didn't like la. i saw either on the computer, or an interview on tv, she was a ny snob, like my mom. lol. i was surprised. i didn't know that about her. (or anything about her) isn't she a little jewish or something? hold on, i'll check...omg, she's totally jewish, lol. cool. :-) (i forgot i guess, i think i saw it, even looked it up, but it didn't hang in there, cuz of the blonde hair, and her celebrity status. i didn't think about it anymore. i mean, it i only thought about it for a minute or so. maybe not even? like my poem for anne frank, not 90 seconds, i'm sure, it was one minute, i went back and timed it, lol.
it's so funny, how you grow up, and not know that all your "heros" or the heros behind the heros, the writers, or just people you know from tv or wherever, the media, etc... are almost all jews.
very weird.

hey you know what my psychologist said?
he said we're wired differently when we get older.
like as kids, you're all into each other, it's so easy to make friends and stuff, but the older you get, the wiring changes, and it's much much harder to connect.
i was thinking about this the other day, like with brent, we were talking about it (i was.... :-/// :-((( ) anyway, it makes sense, in terms of the way the world works, being more attracted, in order to hook up for sex, and reproduction, and then cooling off, as part of the cycle...
sigh...
i just thought of an old song from childhood. hold on...
http://youtu.be/IGAVwQAmAHs

don't miss this one, too :-)
http://youtu.be/tl6u2NASUzU

okay, it's very embarrassing and corny, but i used to like it...
i think my brother had the album. he was kinda into techno-type pop in high school.
and in middle school, he had the stones, i didn't know the music, but i remember that album cover, sticky fingers, and i knew a little from school, like an ice skating party, and they played tattoo you. i didn't understand it. i didn't know where all this music came from.
when it was time to paint our rooms, i remember my brother wanted a big rolling stones tongue on his ceiling, but it ended up not happening.

Yes, could be the problem that with the very album you remember from The Rolling Stones, Tattoo You, was pretty much their last great, memorable collection... after that it was years and years of repackaging, and restating the "hits", endlessly, and the new material usually tends to lack the luster of the great ones. Still love the Stones, but the important work, the songs that influenced me, are at least 40 years in the past.

--
Music, poetry and art of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
--

yogi

2016-03-26 08:47:30 UTC

The Stones rocked Havana, Cuba last night,
which really pissed off Pope Francis, because
the concert was being held on Good Friday, so
the Holy See sent them a note asking them to
reschedule, but the Stones said they had to
honor their contract with the Devil, and played.

Will Dockery

2016-03-26 09:17:29 UTC

Post by yogi
The Stones rocked Havana, Cuba last night,
which really pissed off Pope Francis, because
the concert was being held on Good Friday, so
the Holy See sent them a note asking them to
reschedule, but the Stones said they had to
honor their contract with the Devil, and played.

Oh yeah, I was reading about this massive Latin America/South American tour the Stones are on, a week or so ago, but didn't know that they'd angered the Pope while lighting Cuba up...

--
Added a new video: "Bang A Gong (Marc Bolan cover) / Will Dockery & Friends" http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6iwyzy
--

yogi

2016-03-26 09:41:38 UTC

I imagine you were probably out
angering the Pope your own self,
playing music, lighting something
up somewhere with somebody.

Will Dockery

2016-03-26 10:26:43 UTC

Post by yogi
I imagine you were probably out
angering the Pope your own self,
playing music, lighting something
up somewhere with somebody.

Probably not, the Rolling Stones get a lot more notice from fellows like the Pope than I do.

:)

yogi

2016-03-26 10:30:50 UTC

Sorry. I hadn't noticed.

Will Dockery

2016-03-26 10:37:43 UTC

Post by yogi
Sorry. I hadn't noticed.

Some of my comix and poetry was included in a book called "Demonic Calligraphy", but I haven't seen a copy yet:

http://poopsheet.ecrater.com/p/3254787/demonic-calligraphy-psychedelic-art-brut

DEMONIC CALLIGRAPHY psychedelic art brut ... - Poopsheet
poopsheet.ecrater.com › All Categories › Comics Distro › Tom Brinkmann
Collection of calligraphic drawings by Tom Brinkmann (Bad Mags, Science Friction), ... FRIED BRAINS #22 mini-comic WILLIAM DOCKERY underground comix... psychedelic art brut underground comix TOM BRINKMANN signed numbered 2006,

Collection of calligraphic drawings by Tom Brinkmann (Bad Mags, Science Friction), who was a part of the original newave comix scene of the '70s and '80s. Also included is an interesting text piece that discusses the meaning of the book's title and how calligraphy may manifest itself in artwork.

Signed and numbered edition of 50.

yogi

2016-03-26 10:49:12 UTC

I know what you mean. Somehow, some of my private
collection recently got included in a very public yard sale.
I haven't seen a cent yet, but the exposure was nice.

Will Dockery

2016-03-26 16:33:38 UTC

Post by yogi
I know what you mean. Somehow, some of my private
collection recently got included in a very public yard sale.
I haven't seen a cent yet, but the exposure was nice.

"This is the box where she kept her... poetry and stuff." -Lou Reed

:)

yogi

2016-03-26 22:13:22 UTC

Lol. You seem to misremember Lou's lyrics too.
You got early onset Alzheimer's or something?

"And these are the boxes that she kept on the
shelf, Filled with her poetry and stuff."

Rachel

2016-03-26 22:17:27 UTC

Post by yogi
Lol. You seem to misremember Lou's lyrics too.
You got early onset Alzheimer's or something?
"And these are the boxes that she kept on the
shelf, Filled with her poetry and stuff."

well i don't know. hi doesn't seem like he'd listen to lou reed.

anyway, wow, this could me about my closet, ha ha.

Will Dockery

2016-03-27 11:47:14 UTC

Post by yogi
"And these are the boxes that she kept on the
shelf, Filled with her poetry and stuff."

well i don't know. hi doesn't seem like he'd listen to lou reed.
anyway, wow, this could me about my closet, ha ha.

Oh, you think Yogi may be Corey? That may be possible, but if it is, the Yogi persona does show some growth in a positive direction.

:D

Will Dockery

2016-03-27 20:56:54 UTC

Post by yogi
"And these are the boxes that she kept on the
shelf, Filled with her poetry and stuff."

anyway, wow, this could me about my closet, ha ha.

By the way, Rachel, and anyone else unfamiliar with "Berlin", the Lou Reed album this song, "The Bed" came from, be aware it is known to be a harrowing listening experience for some.

Great art is not always pretty.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin_(Lou_Reed_album)

"The album is a tragic rock opera about a doomed couple, Jim and Caroline, and addresses themes of drug use, prostitution, depression, domestic violence and suicide..."

But also some of the greatest and most influential (to me) rock-n-roll poetry I've ever encountered.

But, no... try not to be like the characters Lou Reed created, it always seemed like that was kind of what Sid and Nancy did, in a way.

Will Dockery

2016-03-27 07:20:14 UTC

Post by yogi
"And these are the boxes that she kept on the
shelf, Filled with her poetry and stuff."

Yes, thanks for looking them up and copy-pasting them. I just paraphrased the gist of it from memory, as I haven't listened to the Berlin album in about thirty years.

:)

yogi

2016-03-27 09:35:29 UTC

You're welcome.
Happy to help.

Will Dockery

2016-03-27 12:16:45 UTC

Post by yogi
You're welcome.
Happy to help.

Since you're so good with remembering lyrics, Yogi, perhaps you might possibly happen to know (or possibly have superior Google Search skills) the source and/or any details on a song I and a few friends of mine are trying to identify:

===========================================================

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.music.rock-pop-r+b.1960s/x6md5dcm5Nk/1J0YUSxCBwAJ

Does anyone remember a song with this line in it:

"I've got a secret, a little green secret"

It was a drug reference song about weed, a friend of mine, Deby Smith, used to sing. It may have been an original, but I think it came from a paperback novel called The Peter Pan Bag, but I haven't seen that book since, either. The book may have been Go Ask Alice, which was a similarly themed teenage drug users kind of potboiler.

I've tried Googling it, to no avail.
==============================================

Just curious, Yogi, if this rings any bells for you... by the way, this is a memory from 40 years ago, isn't that another symptom of "Alzheimers"?

:)

yogi

2016-03-27 14:22:48 UTC

I'm really not all that good at remembering lyrics either,
and the song you mention doesn't ring any bells at all.

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 08:49:58 UTC

Post by yogi
I'm really not all that good at remembering lyrics either,
and the song you mention doesn't ring any bells at all.

True, Yogi, fairly obscure stuff, and you didn't miss a lot with "The Peter Pan Bag" really, except the song I'm looking for, if it is from there:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/lee-kingman-4/the-peter-pan-bag/

"A seventeen-year-old girl discovers why people drop out of society when she becomes part of a Boston hippie colony..."

More and more, I begin to suspect that the "I've Got A Secret" song could have been an original by Deby Smith, influenced by books like this, or a life imitating art kind of syndrome.

<3

--
Posted a new song: "Last Dream Today" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6h4wzu

yogi

2016-03-28 09:07:12 UTC

Interesting. Tell me more.

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 09:27:44 UTC

Post by yogi
Interesting. Tell me more.

About the song?

I remember the chorus (quoted above) and the melody of "I've Got A Secret, A Little Green Secret" a song that Deby Love, now the lead singer of the Sally Brown used to sing to me, many years ago.

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/357684395386345017/
(Photo of Will Dockery with Deby Love of Sally Brown Band in 1976.)

While I thought the lyrics were from either "The Peter Pan Bag" or the very similar "Go Ask Alice", I wonder now if it wasn't an original she had written. I don't remember Deby ever claiming credit for writing it, though, and when I see her again I will ask her about all this.

Another song Deby used to sing at around this time, Summer of 1976, was the Janis Ian song "Watercolors":

yogi

2016-03-28 09:35:27 UTC

That, and more about how
and why the song relates.
Thanks

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 09:40:45 UTC

Post by yogi
That, and more about how
and why the song relates.
Thanks

Relates... to what?

yogi

2016-03-28 09:47:38 UTC

Hopefully, how and why it relates
to something being discussed, but
anything will do, really. I have some
free time to read this morning, so
I'll read you if you write something
interesting about how and why the
song relates to the discussion, the
group, to me, whatever. Anything.
Thanks.

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 10:01:20 UTC

Post by yogi
Hopefully, how and why it relates
to something being discussed, but
anything will do, really. I have some
free time to read this morning, so
I'll read you if you write something
interesting about how and why the
song relates to the discussion, the
group, to me, whatever. Anything.
Thanks.

Well, you can read and respond to the entire thread on the subject of my search for information on this song at the rec.music.rock-pop-r+b.1960s newsgroup:

https://groups.google.com/d/msg/rec.music.rock-pop-r+b.1960s/x6md5dcm5Nk/1J0YUSxCBwAJ

Otherwise, if you want to read and comment on poetry, we have plenty posted here, as you've no doubt seen.

:D

yogi

2016-03-28 10:05:15 UTC

Okay, great. I'll find someone else to read.
Thanks for all your help. Have a great day!

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 10:27:22 UTC

Post by yogi
I'm really not all that good at remembering lyrics

<snip>

Hopefully this isn't a symptom of early onset Alzheimer's... have you seen a doctor?

:)

--
Posted a new song: "Last Dream Today" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6h4wzu
--

yogi

2016-03-28 10:42:47 UTC

LOL. Parrot much?

By the way, a real Legend, Jim
Harrison, passed this weekend.

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 10:50:43 UTC

Post by yogi
a real Legend, Jim
Harrison, passed this weekend.

My friend Gary Frankfurth often spoke of knowing Jim Harrison. Here's a poem by Gary that references Harrison:

==========================================================
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/LCN886w0t8o/BT6u5RhkptkJ

Me, Jim Harrison and Tom

The movie TOM HORN was on the t.v. when
I sat myself for a 3:00 lunch and beer
at Leland, Michigan's BlueBird Cafe.
At the bar leaning , looking up at the tube was
JIm Harrison, local writer of notable publication
and compatriot in earlier days and,
most likely still, ratpack of Jack Nickalson, Dean Stanton,
Jimmy Buffet, and the artist Chatham, Bruce Dern,
Tom Robins, and Dennis Hopper, and
Thomas McGuane who wrote the screenplay
for TOM HORN. The Steve McQueen version.
Jim was chuckling into his beer mug
at the odd, terse, I wish everyone spoke this way,
dialogue that Mcquane's sense of the language
emotes in his characters.
"Jim," i called to him from my lunching table
directly behind. (as though I knew him well
though this was the first time I ever saw him in person)
He turned and acknowleged me as I continued "How
much of this did Tom actually write?"
Jim came directly over and stood, with his glass eye looking
over my shoulder at what veiw I knew to be
the fish piers and for- fudgies -only -shops knealing on Lake MIchigan,
the other blue steel single stare bright with
what seemed to be a where-the -fuck-have-you-been
rememberance of the time he, Tom and I
jigged for walleye on Lake Leelanau.
Well," JIm says, "You know Tom, he got the whole script done but then
they brought a hollywood scrpt-shit to clean up the dialogue. Tom
gave 'em the Italian finger and said don't fuck with Horn/
McQueens lines."
We both turnrd back to the screen and I caught Mcqueen/horn
saying "If your little comittee wants it that way, you can have
your Sunday chilli spiced with them rustlers larynxses."
Jim turns back and says 'Couldn't keep him out, though."
Feeling like we are pals now I venture to say:
"How about PANAMA , Jim? "
"We were in the Keys and Tom and I and Buffet were
outside of any sort of simple experimenting.
The sceene in front of the library, Tom had been inside
and threatened to personally remove the sad little desk - girls
tampon and boil her some tea if she couldn't produce
a Dell's comic version of Hiawatha.
I was waiting on the steps, and when Tom came out
without Hyawatha he tripped and a gram and half spilled
on the sidewalk...we crawled around awhile snorting
anything white; I don't think anyone wanted to
question that particular behavior."
Jim finished-up his pint of lager boffed and said goodnight.
I said "Call me when Tom comes around."

-Gary Frankfurth
======================================================

And... so it goes.

yogi

2016-03-28 10:54:57 UTC

Still parroting, I see.
Give it time, Will.

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 11:40:29 UTC

Post by yogi
Still parroting, I see.
Give it time, Will.

No, I was pointing out your hypocrisy and rude, insulting tone, that's all.

And... we have all the time in the world, Yogi.

<3

--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality via an artist's metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand

Check out "Twilight Girl / Will Dockery & Henry Conley" would love to hear your take on this one, Tyler & Dylan Bryce Kirkman perhaps Sally Brown Band will add it to their set list for April 9th at the VFW Post 5000 show, Deby, Tino, John & Brian?

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry?0

:D

yogi

2016-03-28 13:19:45 UTC

Commit.

Will Dockery

2016-03-28 09:46:06 UTC

Post by yogi
I'm really not all that good at remembering lyrics

Hopefully this isn't a symptom of early onset Alzheimer's... have you seen a doctor?

:)

Will Dockery

2016-03-27 12:22:43 UTC

yogi wrote:

<snipped for focus>

Post by yogi
You got early onset Alzheimer's or something?

Good Lord, you can perish the thought, or at least I hope that is not my fate:

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alzheimer%27s_disease

Alzheimer's disease (AD), also known as Alzheimer disease, or just Alzheimer's, accounts for 60% to 70% of cases of dementia. It is a chronic neurodegenerative disease that usually starts slowly and gets worse over time.[1][2] The most common early symptom is difficulty in remembering recent events (short-term memory loss). As the disease advances, symptoms can include problems with language, disorientation (including easily getting lost), mood swings, loss of motivation, not managing self care, and behavioural issues. As a person's condition declines, they often withdraw from family and society. Gradually, bodily functions are lost, ultimately leading to death. Although the speed of progression can vary, the average life expectancy following diagnosis is three to nine years.
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A horrific fate, to say the least.

Rachel

2016-03-23 02:04:18 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit. i mean, it's too awful. i don't know how i managed to put those links in rmd about seeing bob dylan. but see, i was changing it in my mind, like it was bob's reaction to me. (bulging eyes). and i mean, since it was the most intense moment in the universe (to me), it *seemed* to merit it...
i really like the repeat, going down...i could almost hear you singing it, and your voice, and a slow sly smile crept to my lips... :) but then when i got to the strange fruit, i was like, no, this doesn't fit into the song, kinda like pop, or too sing-songy perhaps, at the end of the iceman cometh, or even in my poem about my OWN pop (dad/aba), however, i kinda did that on purpose, in iceman, i mean, i didn't WANT TO, but it kinda turned it into a little dramatic joke, whereas initially, the ending seemed much better and more serious, and thus possibly meriting the metaphor of the nuclear holocaust, before i titled it. i TRIED to go back, and put it back the old way, with the intention of changing the title, but i could never recapture the seriousness. (not be seen as a metaphor or message for or about ANYTHING ELSE!!!! i hope...? or maybe not...?)
by the way, i have been accused of that a couple times (if not more, in passing, now forgotten), being too kind....
hey guess what? i went back....and saw it differently. i mean, like black tree, black branch, blood that kept dripping, strange fruit....i like it. :)
maybe it's exactly the same as desolation row, i wonder what it sounds like. sorry, i'm really sorry, i haven't been reading your posts of late :-((((, i don't know any more about this, if you already said. i'm really sorry i'm not a better friend, and drowning in my own narcissism. :-(((

okay, i found the link. really anticipating listening... :)

i wonder if i heard this before...you took out going down...hmm...

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

(that was a complement... ;-) )

Will Dockery

2016-03-23 06:39:27 UTC

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

(that was a complement... ;-) )

<snipped for brevity>

I kind of knew that, and I appreciate it, Rachel, but which part of Lou Reed's badassness are you referring to?

:)

Rachel

2016-03-23 07:43:29 UTC

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

(that was a complement... ;-) )

<snipped for brevity>
I kind of knew that, and I appreciate it, Rachel, but which part of Lou Reed's badassness are you referring to?
:)

the voice and melodies i guess.. :-) (takes a while to grow on you) same as with the grateful dead.

i mean, initially i remember being SHOCKED at how awful it all was.

actually, in that sense, i guess, and again, i mean this as a compliment, although it sounds backwards this time, but it's not, you weren't as shockingly bad as he was. but almost... :-)

Will Dockery

2016-03-23 09:54:49 UTC

Post by Will Dockery
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

(that was a complement... ;-) )

<snipped for brevity>
I kind of knew that, and I appreciate it, Rachel, but which part of Lou Reed's badassness are you referring to?
:)

the voice and melodies i guess.. :-) (takes a while to grow on you) same as with the grateful dead.
i mean, initially i remember being SHOCKED at how awful it all was.
actually, in that sense, i guess, and again, i mean this as a compliment, although it sounds backwards this time, but it's not, you weren't as shockingly bad as he was. but almost... :-)

Heh... so you did mean "bad" as in terrible, not as in "bad ass".

The Grateful Dead often have left me slightly wondering about their overall motives (the guitar parts seem to be moving slowly backwards, at times) and that of their charming, but batty audiences... right now my current favorite Peter Gabriel is giving me some curious moments, such as his lyrics to "Dancing With The Moonlit Knight" on the "Selling England By The Pound" album:

"Can you tell me where my country lies?"
Said the uni faun to his true love's eyes.
"It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe
For her merchandise, he traded in his prize.

"Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd.
"Old man dies!" The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames'
It seems he's drowned
Selling England by the pound.

-Peter Gabriel

Read more at:
http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/1630/

:)

Rachel

2016-03-23 14:45:26 UTC

Post by Will Dockery
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

(that was a complement... ;-) )

<snipped for brevity>
I kind of knew that, and I appreciate it, Rachel, but which part of Lou Reed's badassness are you referring to?
:)

the voice and melodies i guess.. :-) (takes a while to grow on you) same as with the grateful dead.
i mean, initially i remember being SHOCKED at how awful it all was.
actually, in that sense, i guess, and again, i mean this as a compliment, although it sounds backwards this time, but it's not, you weren't as shockingly bad as he was. but almost... :-)

Heh... so you did mean "bad" as in terrible, not as in "bad ass".
"Can you tell me where my country lies?"
Said the uni faun to his true love's eyes.
"It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe
For her merchandise, he traded in his prize.
"Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd.
"Old man dies!" The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames'
It seems he's drowned
Selling England by the pound.
-Peter Gabriel
http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/1630/
:)

well, yes and no.

apparently, that's what makes things good.

i mean, like the dead and lou reed. but first listens were shocking! same as yours. they were even worse, iirc. it took me, as with the dead and lou reed, a few listens to come around...

i was just trying to give you a high compliment, in my bumbling incompetent way!

Will Dockery

2016-03-23 17:12:32 UTC

Post by Will Dockery
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0

i'm beginning to think you really are as bad as lou reed....and mean it....if you know what i mean! :-)

(that was a complement... ;-) )

<snipped for brevity>
I kind of knew that, and I appreciate it, Rachel, but which part of Lou Reed's badassness are you referring to?
:)

the voice and melodies i guess.. :-) (takes a while to grow on you) same as with the grateful dead.
i mean, initially i remember being SHOCKED at how awful it all was.
actually, in that sense, i guess, and again, i mean this as a compliment, although it sounds backwards this time, but it's not, you weren't as shockingly bad as he was. but almost... :-)

well, yes and no.
apparently, that's what makes things good.
i mean, like the dead and lou reed. but first listens were shocking! same as yours. they were even worse, iirc. it took me, as with the dead and lou reed, a few listens to come around...
i was just trying to give you a high compliment, in my bumbling incompetent way!

I know exactly what you mean, really. Some things hit me instantly, right on target, so direct, while others, like Math, I grapple with until suddenly it "dawns on me"... often poetry is like this, and some songs. Problem is, taking the time to come back, sticking with the art... that doesn't always happen.

As for Lou Reed and the Dead, I was lucky to have begun with them during their most accessible time periods. Bought their latest album and in both cases they were in their most commercial moods.

Lou Reed's Rock-N-Roll Animal live album, and the Grateful Dead's "American Beauty" album, both around the mid 1970s. Can't go wrong with either of those.

If anyone was just starting out with either of these artists, those would be the two I'd urge them to start with.

Will Dockery

2016-03-22 18:53:13 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit.

<snipped for focus>

What the "strange fruit" reference was all about was that here in Columbus, Georgia, and surrounding areas, public hangings/lynchings were a regular event, and photographs were often taken, with a grinning audience included in the photo... almost certainly postcards. When I wrote this song, there was one really vile one going around on local FB pages and so on, taken right where we do our sidewalk shows and outdoor stage performances, and so on, on Broadway downtown there were "hanging trees", perhaps even a permanent gallows (but I haven't seen any evidence of one).

I looked for the photo below of a horrific "postcard of the hanging", from around the turn of the 20tb Century, seems hard to find right now.

I have to leave for a while but will check again soon...

Rachel

2016-03-22 19:05:11 UTC

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit.

<snipped for focus>
What the "strange fruit" reference was all about was that here in Columbus, Georgia, and surrounding areas, public hangings/lynchings were a regular event, and photographs were often taken, with a grinning audience included in the photo... almost certainly postcards. When I wrote this song, there was one really vile one going around on local FB pages and so on, taken right where we do our sidewalk shows and outdoor stage performances, and so on, on Broadway downtown there were "hanging trees", perhaps even a permanent gallows (but I haven't seen any evidence of one).
I looked for the photo below of a horrific "postcard of the hanging", from around the turn of the 20tb Century, seems hard to find right now.
I have to leave for a while but will check again soon...

oh g-d it's all so awful

Will Dockery

2016-03-23 12:10:52 UTC

Post by Will Dockery
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0

wow, i am a bad influence. (when did you write this? :)?)
i mean, i really really liked this, but when i saw you do it, the strange fruit, i'm like, this doesn't fit.

<snipped for focus>
What the "strange fruit" reference was all about was that here in Columbus, Georgia, and surrounding areas, public hangings/lynchings were a regular event, and photographs were often taken, with a grinning audience included in the photo... almost certainly postcards. When I wrote this song, there was one really vile one going around on local FB pages and so on, taken right where we do our sidewalk shows and outdoor stage performances, and so on, on Broadway downtown there were "hanging trees", perhaps even a permanent gallows (but I haven't seen any evidence of one).
I looked for the photo below of a horrific "postcard of the hanging", from around the turn of the 20tb Century, seems hard to find right now.
I have to leave for a while but will check again soon...

oh g-d it's all so awful

Kind of makes one wonder what Trump means when he proclaims he will "Make America great again..."

--
Music, poetry and art of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
--

Will Dockery

2016-03-24 11:35:59 UTC

Post by Will Dockery
Check out the free download of the day "Chattahoochee Sunset" / Will Dockery

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/11459910-chattahoochee-sunset--dockery-mallard?0