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In Groovy, Music, Pink Floyd, Psychedelic, Rock, Silly, WDIZ! on September 1, 2012 at 1:51 pm

Hey, cats and kittens, welcome to WDIZ! where the Music is always in orbit and the stars always shine! Sirius-ly rockin’ you from the Milky Way at the speed of sound, baby!

So, hey? Let’s ‘star‘ things off from the Dark Side of The Moon with a little Eclipse.


It goes without saying this album is a Time/Space fave, right? 😉

Who Do You Love?

In Everyday People, Friendship, George Thorogood, Groovy, Heart, Love, Music, Musical portraits of my peeps and some grooves they've gifted me, People, Pink Floyd, Rock on August 15, 2012 at 7:45 pm



What can I say about my girl, Tigger? We are, at once, polar opposites yet exactly the same? We are an unlikely pair to be certain. Or, maybe, SO unlikely we MUST be a pair. Like Venus + Mars. In all likelihood she is my most vocal and number one fan in life.

We used to be next-door neighbours. I’ve made a lot of good friends that way. I’m just a home-girl at ❤, hey?

So. Without further ado… goin’ out to my perennially surviving, Harley-riding, car-racing (legal, amateur), vintage sportscar-owning, truck-driving (like, BIG trucks), mild-mannered (sic) accountant, Gearhead* girlfriend…

Who Do You Love, girl? C’mon, who? 💋

We’ve been through the fire, man. Life has dealt us a lot of lemons. IS dealing us lemons. Aunty M has been dying in hospital since April. She is traveling in and out of Time. It’s something to behold — not in a good way.

We attended The Wall with Roger Waters together. Then, we just looked each other in the eyes at the exact same Time. Sang along. It was a ‘moment’. Shared. True. We’ve been there for every ‘turn’ either of us has had since we first met. I think we were written in the stars, or something. We’re kismet…

Sometimes the shit hits the fan so repeatedly, consistently without end you just wanna scream, hey?

It wears you down… And, then… your Love just turns grey…?

Somehow we’ve both survived (?). Black and blue. Bloody and scarred. I think she’s the toughest chick I’ve ever met. She, Dutchess and the kids say the same of me?

Nuh-uh. I’m a wimp.

One thing is for certain, cats and kittens, we are both resigned — determined? — to Kick it Out! Until we can’t anymore or it’s out of our systems. Damn straight. Dig my girls, please… Heart.


* I can tell you the make of my favourite cars, otherwise, I’m just down for colour. I’m WAY too dizzy for motorcycles and souped-up cars just blow my street cred, baby. 😉 lol

Run Like Hell

In Everyday People, Friendship, Groovy, Love, Music, Musical portraits of my peeps and some grooves they've gifted me, People, Pink Floyd, Rock on August 15, 2012 at 12:13 am



What can I say about my cousin, Stretch. He’s so mellow and sweet. Just an all-around groovy-good cat.

Hey, Handsome. This one’s for you, baby. Love checkin’ out hot chicks with you! 😉 lol

A Little Cat Music?

In Art, Bauhaus, Burt Bacharach, Cats, David Bowie, Duane Eddy, Edward Gorey, Flaming Lips, Friendship, Groovy, Led Zepplin, Love, Love and Rockets, Mike Myers, Music, Nifty, Peter Gunn, Pink Floyd, Poetry, Queen, Silly, T.S. Eliot, The Art of Noise, The Stray Cats on July 12, 2012 at 6:21 pm


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?

No, I never…

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.

In The Flesh

In Love, Music, Philosophy, Pink Floyd, Silly, The Wall, Uncategorized on May 30, 2012 at 5:22 pm

‘I don’t wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show.’ 😞


Tigger and I,… Venus and Mars,… were alright, tonight…

Rocked ALL 🌙. Had great neighbours! A TOTAL ❤❤❤❤❤-in!!! TOTALLY!!!

Rocked solid. Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! BEST 🌙 of my life!!! My ENTIRE life! 😁

Everyone was smoking weed. I can scream like a black girl, too. A banshee? I DO have a war cry — I am Wind in His Hair!!! 😊 And I have been singing lots of Donna Summer and the black girls’ songs lately so… I’m practiced! 😜

REALLY proud of our town. The band seemed humbled by our ❤❤❤❤❤. 😊 Like, we were awesome! Super-fantastique!!! WOWZERS!!! 😁😁😁😁😁

I could feel the crowd through the floor at the end! It was like an… ahem 😊, BIG, GIGANTIC, F**KING orgasm!!!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! Holy 🐮!!! (Sorry, but it WAS.) IN-SANE. 😜 Insane, baby! 💋

Just got home…

It’s 12:45… and I think I will listen to it again. Don’t think I could sleep if I tried.


I don’t scream throughout the show. Just when it’s called for. NOT like a crazy, crying Beatles fan. Had seats just left of goal. Row 7. (“Hey, welcome to row 7, neighbour! 😃”) I can shoot it right to the stage from there! I’m SURE they heard me. 😊😃😊

I could feel everyone ‘cuz they were cheering, clapping and stomping their feet. I looked up and they were on their feet to the rafters! ❤❤❤❤❤ cubed, squared, cubed, cubed, cubed, and squared again and again and yet again!!!!!!!! 😜 Rainbows of it, man! RAINBOWS! Like, just f**king BEAUTIFUL! 😂 Beautiful…. Sigh… Beautiful…

I’m actually crying it was SO beautiful. I’m SO proud of my town…

Wish I could just follow that show and watch every night. 😊

My cousin went both nights. She thought the band was quite humbled by our ❤❤❤❤❤, too. We were a REALLY AWESOME crowd. 😊😁😊😁😊 She said much more than the first show. They added this one because the first sold-out so quickly. She thinks they were glad that they did. 😍😍😍😍😍

Music transcends everything. EVERYTHING! Culture, language, race, ethnicity, political and religious affiliations. Brings everyone together. In the ‘now’. On the same page. Sharing a moment. And it is beautiful to behold. It is my utopia. I ❤❤❤❤❤ it!!!!! There is NOTHING better.

Talk is cheap. When we talk we expose the cracks. Reveal the differences. Misunderstand each other. The music is like the mortar that spackles over the cracks. Mends them. I think, maybe, we should all stop talking for a bit and listen to more music together? Could we try, please? Because, the truth is I wanna ❤ you. Feel you. All of us together loving and feeling — REALLY! — each other. ‘Cuz I KNOW we can do it. It would be SOOOOOOO BEAUTIFUL… 😍😍😍😍😍


My whole family saw the show. Scattered throughout the building. Both nights. We worship at the alter of Rock n’ Roll, cats and kittens. And how!!! Don’t cha know? 😉

Powerful. Very powerful… To quote a friend: “I think most impressive is Roger Waters is still fully committed, as an artist, to his angry young man scream of defiance, three decades later.”

Me, too, Dude. Me, too…

No one made me sit down. I told the fellow behind me I was sorry but I just couldn’t. He smiled and said it didn’t matter. Not one bit. 😊 The ❤. Who knew?

I danced with abandon like no one was watching — which is what I always do! The sound was great! And loud. The sound just washes over me… and I’m free. ‘I Feel Love’! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ free! Fallin’ FREEEEEEEE! YAY!!!!!! 😁 FLYING…


Oh, so…



I think my perfume is magic? Everyone just makes me feel like royalty? I don’t think my aura is THAT spectacular. Memo to self: stockpile the magic perfume. 😜 lol It’s like I couldn’t get into trouble even if I tried with that stuff on. It’s hypnotizing and everyone accommodates my every request?!? 😳 lol Who knew?


We parked and took the train. It was a ❤-in all the way back to our station.

Just THE BEST 🌙 of my life. 😊😂😊😂😊

We got to Tigger’s truck in the parkade… We were on the ground it was open… empty…


“I don’t wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show…”

It echoed. 😍😍😍😍😍 Wowzers…

Sigh… 😁

“‘I’m so darned proud of ya! I wanna sing about cha!'”

YAY!!!!! 😁

It was magic! MAGIC! M-A-G-I-C! Magic sound! 😊

Coulda stayed there and sang all 🌙 in that empty parkade. Tigger made me go home… We live outside city limits… She had an audit this morning… She’s a mild-mannered accountant by day…



Hey, You!

In Friendship, Life, Love, Music, Pink Floyd, Uncategorized on May 28, 2012 at 1:56 pm

Tigger and…

… Dizzy. Friends ’til the End. Together we stand… as we watch the worms eat into Aunty M’s brain in horror whilst she dies… slowly…