Scary monsters. Super creeps. Keeps me running. Running scared.
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I Love cats
They Love me
Domestic or feral
Whatever they be
Mutual admiration society
Here’s Syd and the cats from their 1967 debut, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn… Pur-r-r-fect. 😉
‘Lucifer Sam’ has been covered by the likes of Love and Rockets and the Flaming Lips. The song was built around a descending riff, with the dominant instrument being composer Syd Barrett’s electric guitar, fed through an echo machine; the resultant sound has been likened to a sinister Duane Eddy. This is augmented by bowed bass and increasingly agitated organ and percussion effects. Though the lyric frequently refers to Lucifer Sam as a cat, some speculation has arisen as to whether this was in fact 1960s slang ‘cat’ for a man, real or imagined, in some type of relationship with Barrett’s then-girlfriend, Jenny Spires (referred to in the song as “Jennifer Gentle”). However, Sam was simply Barrett’s domestic feline; the track was originally called “Percy the Rat Catcher” during the recording sessions.
So, here’s that very feline tune and another best theme song ever, too! The Art of Noise featuring the original Rebel Rouser, Duane Eddy, with the theme from Peter Gunn… WAY cool!
Peter Gunn was an American private eye television series which aired on NBC and later ABC television networks from 1958 to 1961. The show’s creator (and also writer and director on occasion) was Blake Edwards.
Breezy, pouncing Over the Hills and Far Away… It is what my cat friends say to me when I meet them walking down the street. Cats know stuff. Dogs, too… Who knew? Do they say this to you, too?
There’s the mercurial Dave, obviously… 50% of the ‘Cat People’ I find are so ill or injured they must go to ‘sleep’. Some have suffered immensely, needlessly, callously at the hands of humans. This is their song…
Then, there’s the Toms… The Stray Cats…
Any kitten contemplations would be incomplete without including the, even more literally mercurial, Feline Freddy and the cats that comprise Queen. Because, a rescued cat — or dog — is the best friend you’ll ever make…
(I’m, also, sending this one out to all my good peeps — human and animal… You know who you are. I ❤❤❤❤❤ you all madly and thanks a bunch! You’re THE best. All of you. All these years. Some new ones, too. True blue. Who knew? I know I am one lucky kitten, hey? I count my lucky stars every day. 😉 💋)
You now have learned enough to see
That Cats are much like you and me
And other people whom we find
Possessed of various types of mind.
For some are sane and some are mad
And some are good and some are bad
And some are better, some are worse —
But all may be described in verse.
~ T.S. Eliot (1888-1965), The Ad-dressing of Cats
So, anyway… Here’s Mike Myers and Burt Bacharach asking that perennial of questions: What’s New, Pussycat? WAY groovy-silly, baby. 😉 lol
There’s a lot of cat songs. Some, obvious. Some, less so.
This is just a little cat music for today…
Hope you can dig it.
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.
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:
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.