| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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Peter Gabriel / Father Son http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgXoEcNddtw Got my Dad by my side, with me. |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwsMltCS2fA Smile though your heart is aching, Smile even though it’s breaking, When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by If you smile through your fear and sorrow, Smile and maybe tomorrow, You’ll see the sun come shining through for you. |
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Promise you won't stop until you're ready. Even if it's not here, promise you won't stop doing what you need to do. |
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i can't access any of those links, but i can turn to what has gotten me through quite a bit of misery: nat king cole doing "smile". |
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to be honest - when i really want to to work through depression with music, i play guitar. particularly songs of misery. the physical act of playing helps. and singing. maybe i'll teach myself "smile". it appeals to me that it was written by charlie chaplin. |
Uh, sorry to threadjack, Dougie. |
sorry to threadjack, dougie. i thought maybe we could share sad songs. i've just been playing "i'm so lonesome i could cry" on guitar. |
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i'm on the verge of getting rid of my antiquated computer and buying one that would allow me to play music like g. love etc. was just playing this thing i do. i play the velvet underground's "after hours" (if you close the door i'll never have to see the day again) in c and then segue into "cabaret" (life is a cabaret old chum, come to the cabaret) in g. it helps that i came home today with 5 liters of wine. maybe i should play "little ol' wine drinker me". |
Only Living Boy in New York http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-QUAATTfus (apologies for the "Garden State" snippets in here, although that was a pretty awesome movie, and one of the few examples where the movie was better than the book.) Suzanne http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFT4z9ZOeE4 |
its 6:30am, you've been up all night and you feel like a piece of cardboard thats been run over repeatedly and someone says "hey, i've got another bag" also reminds me of that scene in boogie nights where juliana moore and heather graham are doing all that blow in the bedrooom and heather says "wanna take a walk?" and julianne says "i cant leave this room". its quite brilliant in the sense that the way its written and they way they deliver, only someone who is very familiar with cocaine could have written that scene. thats the place that VU song takes me. Its an awful, edgy, dirty place. |
And I love where this thread's going. Apart from Strange Fruit, I don't know most of the other tunes. I'll have to check them out. Never got into VU for some reason. Will have to give them another go. |
Also listened to the Swans' cover of "Can't find my way back home" about 20 times, and assorted alt-country like Nickel Creek, Jayhawks, and Golden Smog. The latter does the most amazing cover of Bowie's "Starman." |
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A Single Photograph of Thanks for the Multi-shaded Floral Patterned Rain on Cape Cod This Morning Thankful in this cylinder of light, such Storm of gratitude you hold me tight Standing in the rain Just warm and black and white All over, you can Change me completely, entirely by Snippets of half heard words in Austrian I think And New York City Hebrew English Whispered in my damp ear I am too young to go to museums During the day the moon rises and the sea empties Over such yellow galoshes while sand intrudes and spills Chilled orange leaves, like someone’s screen door midway open invites I am too young to reach the handle Seaweed tracks into my walking shoes and sand between her toes The maps to treasure and all-you-can-eat buffets And when you ask “what is it that I love to do?” I fund a list foolishly become infantile and reflective: to trace the shadow of your back in lightning strikes in storms Write poetry Slide cafeteria tray style downhill on Pawtucket’s dunes Wear some big red clown nose and of course, Eat pineapple pear gouda garlic pizza Or blue moon ice cream like fast licks of the salmon on rapids And (more) of course tekka maki sushi and yellow tail shashimi and eel in any form To garden and plant and watch and wait But ah! (so many, many things you seemed to miss) To canoe ever so quietly on a mirror green pond In silent scrub pine forest…. (breaking the silence), you inquire “what are you good at?” and laughingly I reply making three egg soy protein omelets of course and backrubs and accupressure and chi gong and forgetfulness but writing and teaching come to mind in a more serious meander and teaching like communing and communing like being and being like tying your shoes in a thunderstorm, smelling the wet wool from your eggplant colored jacket in this slow rain I am too young to remember, comes the protest, Those early morning staccato trumpets off the distant shore red banners in a sky ablaze with sunnystorm sides of furious minds fast at breakfast we are not long alone, ever, (perhaps never, yes?) and I want to hold you and turn you in my hand as the fragile flower you are and shake the dew from your eye lids but you all of a sudden become too young while sharing our breakfastspace with so many awakening a new appreciation for what it is essential to fund my life within without and around the big tree in the distant shell strewn courtyard Just to survey your racing toward puddles on the all too porous pavements Gives me glee, takes me from this dull reality, Evaporates before my very eyes But I recall I was brought here To help people cross over into the land of the dead a psychopomp who buys storm spun sand and other unreal estate after hurricanes To teach crayfish to swim in the darkened eddies of summertime dreams Or scribble creole recipes on brown paper bags in parking lots (but not for you, not for you, not this time) And to be a dad To hence to travel travel travel (will you go to Scotland with me, and ) it is one leaf after another falls from these trees dying in the breeze oh my god you are so young and I am so not young your mother would say but didn’t, does not, won’t intrude on this your three day holiday Neither can you hear pianos crashing into the sandy surf the shards of tufted velvet water heaving heavy a Cape Cod morning of rain and gusty emotions it is mist where I am pushed to some point of honesty, and to get healthy, again, and to have integrity your young words in English this time I recall tripping off your lips into mine so I can write cookbooks and be kind to small candles dripping off the mantle, and then what then what then what So as if to slash aubergine across white canvass: Still no less than travel to your birthplace, Breathe such bright air as you did for so short a time, Enjoy the endless view of eternity from that perpetual hillside, And somewhat needlessly, I suppose, at last, Tangle my tongue over wordless treasures from such a sea as ours Hold engulf set free bury at sunset these memories Travel eat breathe enjoy just the same Simple monochromes, my sweet remembered daughter, All that remain. #### October 2005 |
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dooky and farts? nipple clamps and cock rings? monster trucks and gun shows? porno and horror flics? silly puddy vs. play doh? pilsner vs. lager? tape cleaner vs. whippets? |
Tampons vs. Pads? Crackberry vs. Iphone? No, I want to hear about your progress, patrick, and about your daughter, and kaz and sem's, and sarah's and senor ballz', and J's grandkids, and Antigone's, and droopy's choices of music, and agatha's and dave's, and how platy and heather and danielsss and spider and moonit and nate and mark and all my other friends are doing here. Why does the name "Senor Ballz" crack me up so much? And where did that come from? I think Antigone launched it? Danielsss, where does the "sss" come from? Mark, you were going to tell me the significance of ... one day. Agatha, why doesn't dave. post anymore? Spider, you still liking Spider? I liked Rhiannon. Why did you change? Platy, you still liking Platypus? I liked Isolde. Why did you change? Kazu, how did you come by your name? Sem, how did you come by your name? J, you still crack me up. You're a sweetheart. Moonit, how did you come by your name? Nate, where are you? |
i hired nate to do a cover shoot for our magazine. he nailed it. it comes out in few weeks. i'll share when it goes live. |
i've been working out an arrangement of "the lady is a tramp" on guitar, lately. i put a little tom waits into it. i could've talked about gun shows, but the fort worth gun show was in june. catch me next year. only antigone would know what i'm talking about: am listening to "anything you ever wanted to know" on the radio. i miss glenn mitchell. |
Billy Wilder's brother? Did he do mostly horror and B movie stuff droop? Check this out, heard in on Soundcheck. Hasidic reggae. Beautiful song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z50Yf7hFnhA |
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Then the good,the three youngest ones are Kaylie 4,Jania 2 1/2,and Carson 2 and they are the light of my life.It's wierd I can see myself in Kaylie,she's tall for her age,and very skinny and God help me for saying this she will always be my favorite,she's my first grandaughter and she's a tuff gurl.Jania,my second grandaughter,she looks like me except she has beautiful ringlets,I call her Janny and she's a real ham.Carson just turned 2 May 2009 and he's my baby,he has one really cute dimple and the sweetest smile I ever saw and he's a talker.I have the cutest film of him walking around naked in his sister's dress up shoes,but the way the world is today I can't post it. |
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sss is really ssss to be accurate. last name (really) is Smith. Other ss's came as a result of holding the key down, or as a way to distinguish so long ago from Dannie or Danielle from FL since both of us were writing about Florida and the chef -- what was his name -- I don't think it was Swine -- got us confused. Plus, I was never fully accepted by the Sorabjite community of elders and wisew0-men nor knighted by Sir Mark. Though he did give me a grail box once. How I'm doing: coping with and getting by and if you would have asked me if I were to be dOINg what I am doing right now, I would say I would never have been this popular a teacher. I am blessed twith that, with a new loving wife, and with two wonderful sons, one a chesse monger in San Fran and the other here in StL. And I got married a couple weeks ago, another thing i doubt would have happened. My life is good, very good, though the "illness" is creeping in and today for example i spent the entire wonderful sunny day in bed hardly able to move. But I don't talk about that. it is what it is. it is my fault, years of damage of booze and drugs catching up with me after 22 years sober now. The woman I married is a cancer survivor, and she understands what and how it feels to each day lose a little more. get a little more less. try as one might, to become older and literally less strong. being strong has always always been an issue with me. My saggy baggy earth suit is betraying me. A set of steps does me in. I want to bicycle, walk, life weighs, and cannot. Going to the office and sitting, listening to people for twelve hours a day four days a week and then getting on a plane and teaching a day long seminar...that is what my life consists of. I do miss Czarina, the only sorabjite I ever met in person. Though she chain smoked, I felt the in between moments to be only the best. And miss her mightily. Whoever knows her, say hi for me. And Droop, I have a cassette tape of an older couple recording their version of "Tramp" which is outstanding...from a friend of mine called Andrea, whose grandparents recorded it in the 30's. It is a scratchy version and one that in my opinion has never been bested. If there were a way to record it upload it, someone let me know. Shit i never talk about my getting sick; I am sorry to have mentioned it. I loved the salsa Sarah sent me: had it tonight on black beans and rice. |
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Spider is closer to the truth. (I'm small and |
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tickle tickle. i think moonit was moonunit (like zappa?) originally, and then it got shortened. daniel writes his name in parseltongue. i liked isolde, too. i once started writing a song inspired by something platypus said, but i never could get it to come out right. |
And droopy, gack! When did I say something songworthy? |
I can speak with trees and elementals, some mammals, notably dogs, and the cat appears to understand me. Some dragons and faerie folk, too, but lizards and snakes avoid me as if they had unexpected urgent business elsewhere. I like that parseltongue is also some sort of a Linux language of which I know nothing. I should think it is the language of more intelligent parsnips. |
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then one day you step out, put on your coat catch a city bus just as big as a float in a parade of people who march through the day weary or hopeful, youthful or gray and you sit by a fat man and try not to stare as you imagine the guy-wires while he floats through the air 'cause there's really no reason to leave the house anymore except a parade like i said, never could get it quite right. |
If I had to change my name, I'd probably pick a chemical element or a man's name, like Bill. I met a dog named Bill the other day and I can't stop laughing about that. Bill the Dog. My 11th grade history teacher had a cat named Carl. That's made me laugh for years. |
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what is this illness? please please confess. |
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Swine flu is rampant in my city. Well maybe not rampant, but because its winter they reckon that we're all bound to get it. Apparently its only killing either fat people, or fat people with breathing issues. As a fat person, who is working on not being so fat its really hard to comprehend - i'm trying to get fitter in a hurry so when I do get it hopefully I won't be so affected. Getting fitter is harder as the ground freezes up - I'm can run for 25 minutes now - its slow and I think the Dee dog pulls me and the Reese dog along for most of it, but at least i'm trying to do something. I had to leave my personal trainer - the recession has really hit advertising hard - especially the field I'm in. I'm still working, but not making as much money which is stressful. hmm that went off in a weird tangent. I need to win lotto - anyone got the numbers? |
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Thats a great classic porn flic. |
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i got my copy of "misty" back in the early nineties from some arthouse porn movie & books catalog. i also still have the copy of dr. caligari i bought from them. i never could procure a copy of "cafe flesh". |
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