Tuesday, April 01, 2014

All fools day...

...and sometimes there are just way too many to exert the strength to even think about!

Nonetheless, it's the beginning of April - early spring; easily my favorite time of year.  With the new guitars, bass and Portastudio, it's go time.  No more bullshit; no more pontificating - that also includes being in the gym 4 - 5 days a week again, playing the guitar - even for 15 minutes - every night - just getting back to where I once belonged. 

And so on I go...

Saturday, March 08, 2014

The lion is here... now we wait

I don't think I'm any different than anyone else I've spoken to over the last few months.  This particular winter has been harsh, difficult, tiring and draining.  I have the winter doldrums the same as the next person. 

I started to feel a twinge of it begin to dissolve last Friday, since it was the end of February.  As mundane as it sounds, the weekend began March in a positive way - get haircut, come home and do laundry, get a solid night's sleep, take the car for a wash and vaccuming, get groceries - be home before 11 a.m. and then do "pre-spring" cleaning (which equals clothes purge) and then write, winding up with no less than 5 reviews, one for each day of the week.  The work week wasn't as fruitful - just go to work and come home exhausted - but at least laundry is done and I'm about to head out for groceries.  Tonight is dinner and a show; tomorrow will be more writing - maybe I'll go to the gym if I'm up early enough.

Again, it's these little things that help push me along.  The more I see items ticked off my list of things I want/need/ should do, the better headspace it puts me in.  And positive is the only way to think.

Sunday, February 09, 2014

Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust

So it came to pass that this weekend is the 50th Anniversary of The Beatles' arrival in the United States.  Certainly, a momentous occasion for me, having loved the band my whole life.  Yes, we all know that I go for long stretches without listening to them, but no matter what, I always come back to them.

I decided since it is a once-in-a-lifetime event, I would go to the 50th Anniversary celebration at this year's Beatlefest.  I had always mocked anyone who went to these things as no different than the sci-fans who go to the various conventions.  I went with the hope that I would hear interesting discussions - perhaps sociological discourse on The Beatles' impact on society, not just music, etc.  I had hoped it would not be a swarm of "rabid fan" nonsense.

It was exactly what I feared overall.  I will say that the ONLY place that the conversation was worth a damn (and so much more) was the all-female panel with the inappropriately titled "We're Talking About Girls" - seriously, not to get anally P.C., what the fuck is that?  What the panel should have been called was "The Impact of The Beatles Through The Generations Beyond Their Music" because this was the one forum where you heard rational, intelligent discussion on the band and what they brought to those who evolved with them.

The general vibe is the "I have a bigger dick than you" syndrome - "I'm a bigger Beatles fan than you".  These sad bastards in their fucking tie-dye or Beatles t-shirts...  My dread became a real, live nightmare.  The vendors (not even selling anything reasonably cool) charging $35000.00 for the "Butcher" cover album - guess what?  It's available now on CD, so who really gives a shit anymore?  Beatle suits and the tailors?  Beatle boots?  HOW OLD ARE YOU FUCKING PEOPLE?

I wanted to see Donovan, who was supposed to be wandering around and performing - the gross disorganization of the overall event led to overcrowding and not knowing if he would perform at all;
I wound up leaving.  Donovan played, but almost an hour late.  Again - the poor organization made this a physically uncomfortable atmosphere.  Add to that the incredible amount of heat pumped in...

I'm not even going today - the final day.  It isn't worth my time or effort.  I have the records; I have the films; I have some books.  I know how to play quite a number of their songs on guitar.  That's enough.  I love The Beatles - I always will.  And I'll always remain a fan, in the proper context and perspective.  In the final analysis, this "Beatlefest" is not festive at all.

Monday, February 03, 2014

A rare moment

A chance to sit and clear my head after a few days in a fog - being physically tired still messes me up.  Nonetheless, it's a busy time and I don't know how often I'll have the opportunity to write here.  With my Popdose duties,  the need to play and make music again, getting back in physical shape and this week's upcoming Beatlefest, I know I won't have much time to ruminate on anything. 

I wanted to put down my thoughts on the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman but I won't.  It's simply a tragedy.  The Super Bowl meant nothing and I'm jonesing to start working out at Crunch - after 10 years, I've left NYSC.

So bear with me - it may be a few more weeks until I can coherently share something worth reading.

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

A fine start

Happy New Year to those of you who read this blog; in general, a wish of peace, happiness and love to my family and friends - I hope this year gives joy to those in need.  Many have said 2013 was a bad year for them; it had its ups and downs for me - most notably, Liz' two major surgeries and the loss of Midnight.  But it also had its upsides - the Big Star show at Central Park; the movie premiere and parties; seeing The Bongos at the Living Room and, of course, the night Maxwell's closed.  Plus, I was able to take my writing to a far more elevated level by joining both Popdose and Rock NYC Live & Recorded.  Not to mention the move to the new apartment and having baby Roxy join the family.  So I've had some good moments as well.

This year started on the right notes; some nice wines, breads and cheeses; a good movie and the quiet of our apartment after a midnight toast of prosecco.  Enjoying the first coffee of the year and just bought my three-day ticket for this year's Beatlefest, since it's the 50th anniversary of their arrival in the United States.  It's a once-in-my-lifetime kind of event, so why not.

Thus, the sun has started to push through and I'd like to make something worthwhile of today.  And being motivated, even on New Year's Day is okay by me...

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Tiny healer

Something I criminally neglected to mention in my posting from yesterday was the arrival of the newest member of our family, Miss Roxy Music Little Star Ross.

When my beloved Midnight died two weeks ago, immediately I thought we should go to the cat rescue of Staten Island Council For Animal Welfare; they have cats for adoption at the local Petsmart - which was how we were blessed to find Midnight.  As soon as I could pull myself together, we got in the car and headed over there.  As quickly as we walked into the cat area, an adorable little cutie kept meowing at us and waving her paw through the cage bars, as if to say "pick me!".  We first looked at a different cat; this very sweet but unfortunately-not-right-for-us little girl - and then we asked about the funny one who was so bold and outgoing.

Lightning struck twice - just as it did with Midnight.  As soon as this one-year-old fuzzball was in Liz' arms, she just cuddled.  When I took her, she did the same thing and then let me hold her like a baby.  So we signed the formal adoption papers right then and brought her home the next day.  The good folks at SICAW told us it may take some time for her to adjust...  uh, no.  She moved right in and took over completely.  And at the same time, her immediate presence kept me from falling apart over not having my beautiful Moonie there.  So she's been here two weeks now and I just fall more and more in love with her every day.  Sweet, funny, loving - a dream kitty.

This perfect little doll was named "Roxy" by the people at the shelter.  We thought, "okay, we can work with that".  And so the obvious was added and her name became a title instead...

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Number nine - number nine - number nine...

Funny thing; this blog is now nine years old.  Started right around Xmas '04 and it's helped me in ways I never thought possible as a writer and as a means of keeping track of my own life when just memory alone won't do.  As I've said before, there are times I would write and looking back

a)  I should have kept my mouth shut
b)  Subsequently, some of those postings are a cringe

They may have had their validity at that moment, since I was trying to write as straight-from-my-mind as I could, but hindsight dictates, sometimes you need to pull in on your own reins. 

Nevertheless, this blog has been a help and a friend to me.  When the clutter gets in the way, a posting helps refresh me and allows me to clear my head.

So I say thanks for reading, if you still do.  I'll still be here writing.

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