Headache all day

 

It's been a rough day. Major headache that just will not end. I've taken Tylenol and Ibuprofen and spent a lot of time laying down in a dark room. None of it helped.

I don't know if this pain will let me sleep tonight.

This shit sucks.

They fucking own this shit

Republicans own both houses of Congress.

They own the Supreme Court.

They own the White House.

They damn well own this shut down.

But they blame it on the Democrats.

I bet when the Epstein files are actually released and they show that Trump was in that shit up to his bad combover, that will be the fault of the Democrats too.

I hate those fuckers, I really do.

Discovered a musician yesterday... he's amazing

I just love this man's music.

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Heavy Foot, by Mon Rovia 

Do you hear the sound of a bell?

Did you wish your family well

Times ain’t the same in the neighbourhood

Got the parents all going through hell

Cause the guns keep flying off the self

[Verse 2]

Do you see the man on the street?

Just fighting for a meal to eat

You can write him off as a lunatic

But it could've been you or me

If we didn't ever find our feet

[Chorus]

Love me now

Hold me down

And the government's staying on heavy foot

And they try to keep us all down

No they're never gonna keep us all down

[Verse 3]

Do you see the birds in the cage?

On the highway working likе slaves

It's a con, it's a rouse, it's a gaslight

Ain't it funny, how fare wе've came

For them to go and change the name

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Born in Liberia, adopted by Christian missionaries and taken from a war-torn country to the US, he began journaling and dealing with his survivor's guilt, then channeled it into incredible music. Here's a great interview.

Day of Atonement

 

I am not a Jew. I am not any religion. I am a dyed in the wool Atheist. But the Jewish tradition of making amends for the wrongs of the past year just rings a bell with me. With the Jewish holy day of Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, approaching tomorrow, I feel that I would like to share what my dear friend Adam posted today:

As Yom Kippur approaches... 

To those I have wronged in the past year (online and off), I ask your forgiveness.

To those I have helped, I wish I could have done more. 

To those I did not help when I had opportunity, I am truly sorry. 

To those who have helped me, I am deeply grateful.

And please, do not wish Jews a happy Yom Kippur. That is SO wrong.

You might as well wish a Christian a happy Good Friday, aren't you THRILLED your savior was tortured and killed on this day? 

It's not a day of happiness and celebration, it is a day of reflection and atonement and making right for wrongs you have done.

Wish a Jew an easy fast, or a peaceful holiday for Yom Kippur.

Da Besties

 

I'm the one on the left. Patti is on the right. I look demented, Patti looks stoned off her nut.

Best friends since 1976. We went through hell and high water together. We lost track of each other in 1982, when we were in our late teens. 

For 43 years we searched for each other, and had no luck. I found her on Facebook, but she never logged in to her account, so she never saw my messages. I was able to contact her little brother and ask him to tell her I was seeking her, but he took his own life right around that time, and she never got the message.

Finally I paid a people search company for data, and got what looked like it might be her address. I sent her a Christmas card, and she got it and wrote back. This was last Christmas, 2024.

Within days we were on the phone. A few months later, her boyfriend passed away and she had to move in a hurry. I told her to come out here to Texas from Florida, and she has been here since June now.

And you know? It's like no time at all has passed. We picked up right where we left off. Tighter than a nun's sphincter, bickering regularly, but always ALWAYS each other's number one.

I felt incomplete for 43 years. Now I have my family, my dogs, and my Patti. Life is good.

My favorite song right now

 

25 years AND my life and still

I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope

For a destination

I realised quickly when I knew I should

That the world was made FOR this

Brotherhood of man

For whatever that means

[Chorus:]

And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed

JUST To get it all out what's in my head

AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar

AND So I wake in the morning and I step

Outside AND I take deep breath

AND I get real high

And I scream from the top of my lungs

What's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO

OOOH! OOO-AAH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO Whats up?

And I try, oh my God do I try

I try all the time

In this institution

And I pray, oh my God do I pray

I pray every single day

For a revolution

[Chorus:]

And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed

JUST To get it all out what's in my head

AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar

AND So I wake in the morning and I step Outside

AND I take deep breath

AND I get real high

And I scream from the top of my lungs

What's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO-AHH-HAA

Power sleep

 

After being awake for 34 hours, I just slept for a solid 18.

And I'm STILL tired.

Man, this shit has to end.

Dogs now and before

Diesel, RIP

Cubby

Romeo (black) and Connor (brown)

Romeo and Connor

Murphy, RIP

Sweet Molly, RIP

Diesel (left) and Sid both RIP

D-O-G, also RIP

Maisie Mae, RIP

My sweet Lulu, RIP

Murphy again

Our current dogs are Connor, Cubby, Rocco, and Romeo. The rest shown here have all passed, and boy HOWDY are they missed.

For some reason, I cannot find a single picture of Rocco. I'll take one later today and upload it. :)

 

Concert Days

1975, Boston Music Hall, October 1 at 7:30 PM I was there in my pre-adolescent hormonal surge and plaid pants screaming so loud I couldn't hear a fucking note of music while five pretty boys from Scotland chanted S-A TUR-DAY NIGHT! 🙂 It was the absolute high point of my life at that time. The Bay City Rollers were all the rage, and I was madly in love with the lead guitar player, Eric Faulkner. He had these sleepy beagle eyes. Still does. The man is wildly handsome. He's the guy in the lower left corner of the above pic. Dreamy eyes, amirite? And here he is more recently. The man is 70 and still smokin' hot.

The concert lasted 45 minutes and one encore of a single song. I had no idea back then that we fans had been seriously short-changed. Every other concert I've been to in my sixty years on this planet, and there have been a LOT of concerts, lasted at least two hours. Bruce Springsteen, whom I have had the sheer joy of seeing live five times, never left the stage in less than three and a half hours, then would do a half hour encore. Bruce is the KING, man.

The next night, I was back at the Music Hall, back stage this time, with my Dad and sister, to see The Band. My Dad's best friend Howard was leading their brass section and got us the passes.

Little did I know then that I would grow to seriously LOVE The Band. At that time, I was unimpressed. They were not cute. Their music was not bouncy and bright. I was just there that night because my Dad made me go. If I'd had my druthers, I'd have been at home, watching Mary Tyler Moore and Bob Newhart. Eleven year olds are idiots. At least, I was.

It's been 25 years since my last concert. I'm not even sure who it was, but I wanna say it was either Santana or the Grateful Dead. It just got too hard on me physically to handle the concert scene any more.

I do miss those days. Man, we had some fun.

Argument with himself tonight - Love can be a real pain in the ass

I really hate it when we argue. We both have this ability to put a really sharp edge on our tongues. We don't say hateful things to each other, we just.. get snippy and sarcastic. And I hate it.

You would think after 21 years, we would manage not to feed off of each other's bad moods. Tonight it started with his bad mood, and I responded in kind, and next thing we knew, he's stomping to lay down on the couch, and I'm up for the rest of the night unable to sleep, so I rescheduled my doctor appointment which was later this after noon, for a week from now, because no way I'll be able to stay awake long enough to get to my 4PM appointment, but I'm not going to be able to sleep for hours yet.

We've already apologized to each other, and he's back in bed where he belongs. Our arguments never last more than 15 or 20 minutes. They flare up fast, and they die down fast. But man, they suck when they happen.

My old neighbor in California, Adeline, told me that in 42 years of marriage, she and her husband, Art, had NEVER argued or fought or even disagreed.

I wish I knew THAT trick.

I look at the life we have built, the kids we have raised, the many many MANY trials and joys we have weathered, and I know that even with the occasional spat, I would not trade this man for the world.

But earlier tonight, I would have gladly strangled him.