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When the Levee Breaks

In Indifference, Led Zepplin, Music, New Orleans, Places, Politics, Rock, Ugh on August 29, 2012 at 7:07 pm

Sending this one out to the good folks of New Orleans. Here we go again. ’Round and ’round. Spin it.

Seven years to the day, New Orleans is under water again and we’re not engaged in some cyclical insanity? This never should have happened. There should be infrastructure in place by now. And if it were inevitable then might it be a good time to consider abandoning ship? Moving to higher ground? I dunno?

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When the Levee Breaks is a blues song written and first recorded by husband and wife Kansas Joe McCoy and Memphis Minnie in 1929. The song is in reaction to the upheaval caused by the Great Mississippi Flood of 1927 (Shucks, another flood? Who knew?). It was famously re-worked by English rock group Led Zeppelin as the last song on their fourth album, released in 1971. The lyrics in Led Zeppelin’s version were partially based on the original recording. Many other artists have also recorded versions of the song or played it live. While the Led Zeppelin version is still under copyright by the band, the original song by Kansas Joe McCoy and Memphis Minnie is currently in the public domain.

Revolution

In Indifference, Life, Love, Madness, Music, Peace, Philosophy, Places, Politics, Syria, The Beatles, Ugh, War on August 27, 2012 at 4:23 pm

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Demonstrations in Idlib. These are the people being slaughtered.

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I don’t think you’re going to like this but it needs saying…

Sorry. But I’m genuinely choked.

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I know I’m a ‘grown-up’ and I should be able to wrap my head around things such as war, political unrest, poverty, inequities…

Sigh…

But, I can’t. I won’t. I don’t understand. I refuse to accept that this is just the way things are, have to be.

I don’t have anything to say except: Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Huh?

*shrug*

Why?

Just when I thought Syria could not possibly get any worse? It has descended into complete, total, utter madness and chaos. I mean, you have got to be kidding me, right? What gives? This isn’t really going on is it? And no one is doing anything? Humanity is letting itself down again. Selling itself short. Again? Yeah. Just like we let down Rwanda and Roméo Dallaire. Darfur

Do you see a pattern emerging?

We keep failing ourselves, each other.

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When I was teenager I worked at the mall. One of the shopkeepers was Syrian. He confided in me stories of the horrors of a dark, shadowy land in the clutches of oppression. He said that he missed it, the land. It was his home. But, he was very grateful to be free of the oppression. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes when he told me Syria was a very bad place. I believed him then. I believe him now. The evidence has become irrefutable. These things don’t just happen overnight. They simmer under the surface before they boil over. And this one had been stewing in a crockpot forever. I’m surprised it hasn’t just evaporated the heat has been on so long.

Yeah.

This has been going on for a long time, people. Decades. Fifty years. It just wasn’t newsworthy. I’m not blaming the ‘liberal’ media here, there are many other factors at play. It’s been blown wide-open now. Those in the ‘know’ saw this one coming and chose to look away. Chose to do nothing while they dazzled and distracted us with stories of WMD and the like. You know, the usual muddled hodgepodge of obfuscations that would keep us from the issues of the day, the glaring inequities with which we should really concern ourselves.

“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.”

~ Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

Dig?

We’ve been asking the wrong questions. We’ve been fooled, are fools.

There’s cataclysmic suffering being endured on a grand scale. Grand. It’s not just Syria, either. It’s global. Universal. It’s in our towns and cities, too, this suffering. These great divides, chasms that prevent us from attaining utopia, Universal Bliss.

We keep telling each other we’re wrong. We keep arguing and warring over what? What?!? That one’s world view should take precedence over another’s? There’s room. There’s plenty of room. Room for us all. For all our perspectives.

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According to the Law of Physics no two people may physically occupy the exact same Space at the exact same Time. Every event that has been ever been witnessed in the entire history of Time and Space, the Universe, has as many versions as spectators present. Because to have an identical perspective would mean you would have to see it from identical physical locations with an identical set of ‘controls’ which we know is impossible. Right, cats and kittens? Even though we may share similar beliefs, ideas, opinions, etc. they are never exactly the same. We have arrived by different paths, means, circumstances. It’s all relative.

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So how can we all adhere to one doctrine, world view, then? We can’t. It’s not going to happen. We’ve got to let go. Stop trying to control one another. It’s not working. It’s not. You know it. You do. And if you don’t, please, take a step back and consider what I propose here today.

“The most important trip you may take in life is meeting someone halfway.”

~ Henry Boye, Publisher

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I’ve been watching the world turn my whole life. At this juncture it would seem the species has done the same things over and over again engaged in a some cyclical insanity anticipating a different outcome? At what point do we say “enough” and try something different? Or, at least stop what we are doing until we figure out how to do it right?

How hard can it be?

Live and let live not Live and Let Die. I don’t wanna give the other fellow hell. I want to Love him, gift him the Heavens. That’s what I wanna do. Please, join me? Let’s gift each other the the Heavens, hey?

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September 11th is the 35th anniversary of the murder of South African anti-apartheid opponent Stephen Biko while in police custody. (But you only know about the other September 11, right? Right.) Pussy Riot has been charged wth hooliganism and detained in Russia? Really? A bunch of girls in a band? And Wikileaks? C’mon. They’re going to kill the messenger? The messenger? Really? Arab Springs across a continent and it’s the Syrian people who must endure the retribution?

Dissent is not disloyalty. Massacring civilians is.

Dissenters are being silenced with impunity and civilians are being massacred while the planet watches from the sidelines. The game, the locations, keep changing but it’s the same story Time and again. The very definition of insanity from where I stand.

In 2012? Tsk.

Nothing ever changes? I swear they’d revisit the Spanish Inquisition if they could and burn the lot of us at the stake — or, at least, me.

I’m discouraged. Disillusioned. I need a Revolution. WE need a Revolution. It has to be us. There’s no one else. It’s our problem. Our’s. Not someone else’s. If we don’t stand for the Syrians, the downtrodden, who will stand when they come for us?

Stand and be counted. Please? Please?

Please?

Now.

My ‘Dads’ will tell you how it is. Revolution. 1968. It’s still relevant today.

It’s gonna be alright, isn’t it? Please, tell me it will?

Or, might there be an underlying $inister human element at work in all of this — undermining our prospects for peace in the name of power and profit — of which we’re all blissfully unaware? Just sayin’ is all.

Related: The Great Song of Indifference

Woodstock

In Crosby, Stills, Nash + Young, Groovy, Joni Mitchell, Love, Music, Peace, Places, Psychedelic, Woodstock on August 15, 2012 at 9:45 pm

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Written by that prairie-girl, Joni Mitchell, performed by CSNY… We are stardust, we are golden… Groovy, cats and kittens. Dig it.

The Magic Tree

In Dark, Fear, Life, Loss, Love, Madness, Magic, People, Places, Poetry, Very Bad Poetry on August 8, 2012 at 2:34 pm

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Alone here

In the secret garden

Heavy, sickly heat

My snowflake gown

Melting

A cool breeze

Just now

Consoles me

I feel him

Before

I see him

Walk on by

Dripping with dread

Clad in Red

Severe

He stands now

Beneath

The Magic Tree

Crashing cymbals

Smashing

Anguished screams

“Where are you, my Love?!?

Where, my Everything?!?

Why hast thou forsaken me?!?”

The first stoic man in Blue

Comes

Striding through

“Blue Man,

The man clad in Red,

Full of dread

Is this the one

You seek?

Be gentle

He has lost

Is lost

Love

He is crying

Dying

You will find him

Under

The Magic Tree…”

Blue stoic

Growing empathy

But

For Red’s sorrow

I see the Tree

Is not as Magic

As I hoped

It could be

For, surely,

If it were

Love

There would be

Instead

The Blue men

Gently shepherd

The Red man

Away

I must

Make haste

Of this place

Tout suite

Help!

In Comic Relief, Groovy, Life, Love, Magic, Music, Nifty, Places, Silly, The Beatles on July 31, 2012 at 12:13 pm

Anyone else have these silly, euphoric moments where Life and Music — especially the Beatles — consort in perfect synchronicity? I’ve had a quite few. This is one. The first one. It’s a James Bond (Austin Powers?) moment, too…

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I was waiting at a bus terminal to transfer and listening to my cassette Walkman when I was younger, so much younger than today.

Bus arrives. Everyone queues. I’m an ‘after you’ kind of girl. So, I bring up the rear.

Mix-tape ends. Flip it. Press play. Look up. Everyone’s on? The driver is waiting on me. Smiling at me.

Oops! Sorry, dude!

Make to step up.

The moment my foot touches the stair the James Bond Theme intro to Help! by the Beatles starts!

Bah! Bah! Bah!

He-e-e-e-ey. Alright.

“Do-do do do-do-do do-do do…”

I smile. Suppress laughter. Flash my pass. Wink. Nod.

Bond, Jane Bond.

The driver smiles back at me just as large? Can he can hear it, too, I wonder?

Wade down the aisle…

“Do-do-do do-do do-do-do…”

Size up all possible threats as I go. Double Agents? Assassins? No?

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

Everyone smiled back? So? It’s all good. I’m clear. Haven’t been ‘made’.

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

I plunk down into an available seat toward the back at the exact moment the Lads shout…

“Help! I need somebody!”

Whoa! It was just getting way too Cosmic! WAY.

“Help! Not just anybody!”

I burst out laughing! I just couldn’t ‘help’ it!

“Help! You know I need someone!”

It was an entirely impeccable coincidence!

“He-e-e-e-elp!…”

Perfect!!! Groovy-good! Holy 🐮!!!

Felt like I was in a Bond movie, — or, the as yet to be created: The Spy Who Shagged Me? A silly spy musical with the Lads?

Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra silly and cheeky I introduce myself as ‘Bond. Jane Bond’ because of that.

I ❤❤❤❤❤ it when the canvases of Life and Music harmonise at once in flawless synergy. Très bien ensemble. Beautiful.

Hey, cats and kittens, here’s some Help!

Like, Wow! Wipeout!

In Everyday People, Groovy, Hoodoo Gurus, Life, Love, Music, Musical portraits of my peeps and some grooves they've gifted me, Nifty, People, Places, Silly on July 22, 2012 at 5:58 pm

It had been a particularly hellish day, week. Who knew? It IS Hell Week, hey? From July 17-25th — but, sometimes it reverberates beyond. It’s been hell for a whole lotta folks… Heaps…

Stopped in to see Earl on the way back to the Green…

It’s always good to see Earl… Yeah.

Then, Earl’s gang settled my bill?

It was all rather a bit awkward at first. (I like it. Awkward. It’s always sweet and good. Genuine.) The Chef was just sort of hovering shyly, aimlessly? Asked if he couldn’t interest me in dessert — flanked just then by my girl and my waitress? Some berries and cream, maybe?

“No,” I’d said, “Thank you. The food was delicious, as always. But, I’d best be off. Things to do. I’ll just settle the bill, please? But, thanks.”

“No… It’s, it’s on us, on the… uh, house,” nodded the Chef magnanimously. The girls nodding in chorus.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“No?”

“Yes. It’s okay.”

“Like, wow! Thanks!” I embraced them — it’s how I roll…

Wow! Just… shucks, baby, really? I had NO idea they liked me so much. I have NO idea why? I mean, I’m nice, yeah, but… NOT that nice! I AM polite, a consistent tipper…?

They all kissed me, too? All three of them? Sweeeeet! My girl, the Chef (Bonuuuuus!) and my lovely waitress (Ooh. An auburn Anne Hathaway with green eyes and the new short ‘do’, too. Who knew?)

I hadn’t met the Chef or my waitress before. Well, HAD seen the Chef before, but…

… ahem… 😊

It was, like, REALLY good! Great! Groovy! Groovy-good! Made me feel like a princess or something — in the best possible way. WAY! I ❤ them SO much! Holy 🐮!!!

Like, wow! 😍 Wipeout!

What a surprise! I am just ‘gone’ they were so spectacular. Gone. HO-LY 🐮!?! It was just crazy-beautiful. Super-fantastique! Big ❤! It was a groovy-yummy ❤-in. Not just the food. 😉 lol

I telephoned their boss when I got home. I guess, I should send a card. I mean, I am over the moon.

They just made my day! A day, a week that really needed making. All-in-all an unexpectedly pleasant respite from Hell Week. I must say.

Like, wow! Wipeout! No doubt!

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So, hey… Here’s another silly ❤ song to get us through and pay tribute to the awesomeness that manifests with Earl’s gang… Give it up for the Hoodoo Gurus, cats and kittens!

Traffic Jam

In Comic Relief, Driving, Groovy, Infinity, Love, Music, My Car, Nifty, Places, Poetry, Silly, The Universe, Very Bad Poetry on July 16, 2012 at 12:39 am

Jude and me
From the green to the streets
The War Pigs as they are
Groovy-tough beat to beat

Jude and me
Really funking the Fame
Really be, really, babe
Too cool, but hot like a flame

Jude and me
Tripping lights fantastique
Layla joins us awhile
She’s so lovely, so unique

Jude and me
Cruising, floating along
Everything we hear
Another favourite song

Jude and me
Now Bumper to bumper
In Love with a traffic ‘jam’
Hey! Jack Flash, he’s the jumper

Jude and me
Steve and Joe Walk This Way
Ask us to Remember
A little kiss, like this, hey

Jude and me
The Green Arrow said, “Jet!”
We’ll go for a ride in the Sky
Little lady, Suffragette

Jude and me
The last signals seen
Slipping deep into cool mauve
Through the backlit tangerine

Jude and me
Keeping some Bad Company
’Like Making Love to the Sky
To the Purple Haze, baby

Jude and me
Pushing waves of ’Zepplin
As dusk’s mists start to creep
Green’s lush kiss welcomes us in

Jude and me
The Song Remains the Same
As we go slidin’ through
Infinity, glad we came

Yeah, Jude and me
We’re just right
’Round and ’round
Close and tight

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Ummmmm, Jude is my car. 😊

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Crosstown Traffic

In Driving, Film, Groovy, Jimmi Hendrix, Music, Nifty, People, Places on July 6, 2012 at 4:02 pm

Once again, one of the grooviest cats to ever grace the Galaxy. I’m always looking for an excuse to play a little Jimmi, hey? Always. Meet ya on the next world, baby. 😉

orcanaoftime put this footage together of The Jimi Hendrix Experience walking through the streets of Paris in 1967. It’s pretty sweet.

Apropos Heart and Purple Haze

In ❤, Driving, Jimmi Hendrix, Music, Nature, Places, The Universe on July 5, 2012 at 11:49 pm

Went to my cousin’s in Metropolis. Freckles and Frenchy. She’s a LOT like a willowy Ellie May. Really. He has an intoxicating accent. Really.

It was a great drive both ways. Caught all the lights. Drove home with the sun setting behind me. Like… Gasp… Crazy beautiful… Forwards and backwards! Then, the mist just starting to creep as I turned off the highway and got closer to the lake… Everything is SO green! ❤❤❤❤❤

Sigh… Sweet. Yeah. Heading into the mauve with the tangerine at my back.

It was such a moment I couldn’t stop and take a picture. I could only just flow with the Universe and the Music. The Sky. ‘Excuse me while I kiss the Sky!’ Sometimes you just can’t see it… Other times… It just kisses you full on the lips, hey?

Move over, Rover and let Jimmi take over, yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about…

Listened to lots of music in my car. I ❤ to listen to music in my car. Holy 🐮!!! Ya know, shake it loose? I, ummmmm, ❤❤❤❤❤ my car, too. She is super practical and awesome. Hugs the road like nothing I’ve ever driven before. A GREAT winter car. So, it was a groovy, good drive.

But, I digress…

So, hey, cats and kittens, please dig two of the best, most rockingest girls ever! Just… EVER!

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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’?

Tsk.

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…

Sigh…

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.

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* 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.