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Freetag Zone

In Art, Cream, Freetag Zone, Graffiti, Groovy, Music, Souxsie and The Banshees, The Beatles on July 9, 2012 at 12:53 pm

Free Tag Zone is a groovy blog about graffiti on trains in a small university town in Belgium where there are no cars. Really. There’s new Graffiti everyday. Super-fantastique! Check it out.

This one reminds me a bit of Souxsie and a lot of Lizbeth Salander.


Here’s Souxsie doin’ the Lads. Dear, Prudence. Hope you like it…


The Swans, they live in the park…


You can visit them here: http://freetagzone.wordpress.com


Roller Coaster of Love

In Art, Graffiti, Groovy, Lou Reed, Murals, Music, Ray Ferrer, Red Hot Chili Peppers on July 9, 2012 at 12:05 am

The Coney Island Cyclone, NYC

Here’s a groove I’ve been catching. ❤❤❤❤❤ed these guys even when I couldn’t hear. How can you not? The embodiment of Funk: The Red Hot Chili Peppers!

Civil Rights/Freedom Bus

Smoking Lady

Ray Ferrer makes very unique custom artwork for people and businesses all over the planet. He will travel ANYWHERE to do a mural. His artwork is inspired by wanting to see things he absolutely loves in a different light.

It’s quintessentially New York City to me. Like Lou Reed. Very Graffiti.

Send Ray an email. Reach out! Email: reinaldoferrer@gmail.com

Coney Island Baby…

Low-key all the way. It’s weird and it’s wonderful, hey? Where I come from it just doesn’t get anymore NYC than that cat…

Fire Escape

Jack White

Care for a smoke?

Pearly Dew Drops Drop

In Art, Cocteau Twins, Dew, Friendship, Life, Love, Music, Nature, Poetry, Quotes, Seasons, Uncategorized on July 1, 2012 at 12:42 pm

Come, come, my conservative friend,
wipe the dew off your spectacles,
and see that the world is moving.
~ Elizabeth Cady Stanton

Here’s the Cocteau Twins to aid in contemplation of the dew… Gasp… Sigh… The Dew…

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew,
Whose short refresh upon tender green,
Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show
And straight is gone, as it had never been.
~ Samuel Daniel

I am… a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
~ John Ford

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
~ Khalil Gibran

Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
~ John Milton, Paradise Lost

The dews of the evening most carefully shun;
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
~ Philip Dormer Stanhope, fourth Earl of Chesterfield, Advice to a Lady in Autumn

Then, just like that… Bela Lugosi’s Dead

In Art, Bauhaus, Catherine Deneuve, David Bowie, Film, Joy Division, LGBTQ, Life, Love, Love and Rockets, Madonna, Music, Philosophy, Places, Susan Sarandon, The Cult, The Cure, The Hunger, The Smiths on June 29, 2012 at 10:57 pm

I think I may have unintentionally offended a lesbian (obviously Butch) last night with my music. Les Boys. It’s pretty cheeky. Dire Straits. Off Making Movies. I had just recommended it and I wouldn’t want anyone to think I am in ANY way homophobic. I don’t have a problem with anyone sleeping with ANYONE if that’s what they wanna do and everyone is a willing participant. Hey, can’t have too much Love. Who EVER chose who they were going to Love? It just happens.

We were in a parking lot in the Satellite. The song just came on. Didn’t think anything of it, actually.

Man… 😞

I mean, they were her problems, issues, not mine… I smiled at her. But, she shot me a look to kill and peeled out of the parking lot. There was no way to make amends, though. I feel like s**t even though it was her problem.

Feel like TOTAL s**t.

I’m a champ of LGBTQ rights. I’ve taken plenty for the team. Was accosted by a ‘Christian’ leader at a government centre rally for same-gender unions. I can’t even repeat what he said to me. It was a diatribe of filth. Just graphic. GRAPHIC — NOT in a good way. Holy 🐮!!!

I was with some boys I had met who had a ‘Straight But Not Narrow’ placard. It HAD been a groovy ❤-in up to that point…

It went something like this:

“No, sir, gay people aren’t pedophiles. Pedophiles are pedophiles. ”

“If it bothers you that much don’t think about it. Do you think about your neighbours having sex? No. (No? Ya think?) Then, don’t think about gays having sex.”

His face was all red. Spittle. Screaming at me. Getting more and more verbose by the second. His wife tried to pull him away. He pushed her off. She left the fray. Looked mortified by his actions.

I didn’t know what else to say so I just repeated, “No, sir, you’re the pervert, sir.” Over and over, ad infinitum.

Why can’t he just ‘open his heart’? Find some love, man?

Then, some street kids got involved. He made them cry. I maintained the ‘mantra’. It just escalated. Then, a minister lady of some sort intervened. He’d desist for her, for ‘God’?


The two boys turned to me crying. I hugged them tight as I could. They were SO skinny. Oh, so. I could feel their bones through their coats. ‘Beauty in the hurricane’s eye.’

Yin, Yang and the Flowerpot Man

Gay street boys. Probably run out of their small town after having the tar beat out of them by their fathers or bullies with no money and nothing but the clothes on their backs. Arriving in fabulous downtown Metropolis by Greyhound. Selling themselves on the street of the big city to eat, to survive… I’ve met a lot of them downtown…


I’m Queen of the Disenfranchised, don’t cha know?

She Sells Sanctuary

You see, I used to hang at the gay club sometimes, back in the day. Had been to the hardcore gay club across the way a few times, as well. I’ve seen ‘Les Boys’ in SS caps, cabarets and drag shows… And all manner of… *shrug*? Yeah. You name it.

So, I kinda think I’m allowed, qualified to play any music I want, hey? Without having to censor myself. I didn’t even think twice? I didn’t. It didn’t even occur to me that anyone might take offense, least of all her.

The Club was an awesome place. All the social outcasts, the fringe element went there: Gays, Geeks, Goths, Punks and Artists. They played great music — a sampling of which I’m playing for you here throughout the story. Bands like:

Joy Division…

The Cure…

The Smiths…

It was in an alley and the back bar was open until 5 a.m., shhhhhh… 😉 lol

It would seem the girls and I couldn’t just go dancing without weird guys we weren’t interested in all over us. Then, we’d go to the girls’ room and some girls would pick a fight with us because we stole the guys we didn’t want from them? Yikes! NOT our scene.

At The Club you could just dance by yourself or, really, just the WHOLE place. Everyone just danced together. Cosmic. Rainbows of Love — pun intended. When gay guys tell you you’re beautiful you can kinda, almost believe them, hey?

Sometimes bad guys would show up to hurt people — people minding their own business, not hurting anyone, Loving, dancing, having fun — and the Police would have to come…

Sometimes people were hurt badly…

The victims had been bled…

And, then, just like that… it would seem… Bela Lugosi’s Dead* **…

The LGBTQ has been very good to me.

I ❤❤❤❤❤ ‘Les Boys’ — ‘It’s all in fun, now.’ 😉

Please, support your local LGBTQ Community.


* First released by Bauhaus in 1979, the song was featured in the 1983 Tony Scott cult vampire film ‘The Hunger’ — that’s when I found it — starring Catherine Deneuve, Susan Sarandon and David Bowie, with Bauhaus appearing. The video for the film is, ummmmm, sssssssmokin’ 🔥. Dizzy Yet? is rated ‘R’. Just so you know…

** The song is over nine minutes in length — worth every second — and was recorded ‘live in-studio’ in one single take.

In Art, Photography, Uncategorized on June 26, 2012 at 9:23 pm

Breathtaking photography. Beautiful quotes.

Manipal's Photo Blog

**This is an old post which has been reposted as a part of the reliving the old posts series. This is the 2nd such post, the first being “PURE EYES”

Dew drops on the lush green grass.

“The dew, ‘Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.” 

“Dewdrops, Nature’s tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.” 

– Philip James Bailey

Beautiful Macro Photography by
Karun Potty
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Everybody Stand Up!

In Art, Brigitte Bardot, Love, Music, People, Photography on June 26, 2012 at 3:46 pm

When love walks in the room


Everybody stand up


Oh it’s good, good, good


Like Brigitte Bardot


Elle est magnifique, non?

The Primrose Fairy

In Art, Faeries, Poetry, Uncategorized on June 26, 2012 at 10:58 am

It must be said that Faeries are mischievous little creatures. They are untrustworthy and often mean and spiteful. Never, under any circumstances, eat ANYTHING offered you by them.

The only one you can really trust is the Primrose Fairy. She’s good through and through.

You’re safe with her.


The Song of The Primrose Fairy

The Primrose opens wide in Spring;
Her scent is sweet and good:
It smells of every happy thing
In sunny lane and wood.
I have not half the skill to sing
And praise her as I should.

She’s dear to folk throughout the land;
In her is nothing mean:
She freely spreads on every hand
Her petals pale and clean.
And though she’s neither proud nor grand,
She is the Country Queen.

~ From Flower Fairies of the Spring by Cicely Mary Barker (1895-1973)

In Art, Geek, Uncategorized on June 25, 2012 at 5:07 pm


Flaming June

In Art, Ray Bradbury, Tributes on June 17, 2012 at 10:52 pm

This seems rather appropriate for the occasion, as well… And it IS June…


‘Flaming June is a painting by Sir Frederic Leighton, produced in 1895. It is widely considered to be Leighton’s magnum opus, showing his classicist nature. It is thought that the woman portrayed alludes to the figures of sleeping nymphs and naiads the Greeks often sculpted. The (toxic) Oleander branch in the top right, symbolises the fragile link between sleep and death.

The painting was honored in a song by Paul Weller on his Stanley Road album and Mexican singer Luis Miguel in his music video for the song Amarte es un Placer.
It also illustrates the cover of the 1989 album Waltz Darling by Malcolm McLaren.’

~ Wikipedia