last night i watched the T. Rex movie called 'Born to Boogie'
which was directed (and produced) by Ringo Starr. it was filmed in 1972 with Tony Visconti producing and mixing the all the music. Marc Bolan's son, (everybody groan)
Rolan Bolan (it WAS the 70's!) presented the the documentary (rockumentary?!) part of it. well, the concert, which took place at Wembley Stadium, was sold out - 20,000 seats - was SO good. Mickey Finn on bongos (man, he was extraordinarily handsome!) Steve Currie on bass, and Bill Legend on drums. i've always loved their sound, but i had forgotten how good a band they actually were. great rhythm section. and Marc's stage presence was electric. definitely born to be a rock star, that one. and marc sang one of my favorite songs - 'Spaceball Ricochet' - using only his acoustic guitar.
best few hours i've spent in awhile...
mickey finn (on the left)
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
some old photos
the first picture is of me and steve when he was about 6 months old. never too early to learn about motorcycles. i'd forgotten how big he was - 10 lbs when he was born!
the second one is me and melissa on a trip to Harriman State Park. she was around 2 and a half here. i think that my mother was actually with us as well. hmm.
and yes, that is me with bottle blonde hair. mal used to tell me that he loved the color but was confused as to why i would dye my roots brown! HI-larious as always.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Tuesday, August 9, 2005
*please read disclaimer*
this is going to be a personal post, so if they tend to make you squeamish, stop reading right...NOW
i got a phone call from an old friend early this morning telling me that our mutual friend, brendan, had (another) 'psychotic break' last night, and ended up in Bellevue. not unlike last time (when we were on the street and he started seeing killer spiders) he was hallucinating again. he was alone when it happened and that got him beaten up as well as put away for a 72 hour involuntary committment. eduardo wanted to know if i would come to see brendan, but i said no. i tried to explain to him that i had set some boundaries with brendan that i had to maintain. this has been going on for years now, and i can't let his situation drag me down to those ugly places again. i made it clear that he couldn't be a part of my life if he continued to choose drugs and booze and lying and stealing over friendship and honesty. he said some not so nice things that day that i tried to put into perspective - you know, take it from the source - stuff like that, but it's awfully difficult to do when you have given so much and been treated badly in return. not once or twice either - dozens of times at this point. i then got a call from the attending - brendan gave MY number as his next of kin contact - and HE asked whether or not i would come. by this time it was 5:30AM and i had to be at work at 7. i explained to the doc that we were not, in fact, family, and i went through my (by now) hollow-sounding 'boundaries' spiel again. he seemed to understand, and after reassuring me that brendan was in relatively no physical danger, and after giving him my cell # in case things changed, i hung up. not for nothing, but with this whole insomnia thing - i tend to fall asleep around 4 or 5AM, so you guessed it - no sleep for your girl at all.
plus the dog is driving me crazy in all her puppiness (yes, dammit, that's a word!)
it seems i have no space for myself either in, or out, of my head - which is pounding like a small army of ice-pick wielding maniacs are trying to break out of it and take over the world. i don't even know what i'm saying anymore. the dog's in her crate and i have barricaded myself in my office to purge all of these thoughts and feelings before they make my head explode. perhaps that was a tad dramatic. if anyone is still reading this - i apologise.
there's tomorrow - another evil work day, and thursday, but i have off on friday. something to look forward to, i guess. whelp, i'm bone-weary and typed out so
goodnight, everybody
i got a phone call from an old friend early this morning telling me that our mutual friend, brendan, had (another) 'psychotic break' last night, and ended up in Bellevue. not unlike last time (when we were on the street and he started seeing killer spiders) he was hallucinating again. he was alone when it happened and that got him beaten up as well as put away for a 72 hour involuntary committment. eduardo wanted to know if i would come to see brendan, but i said no. i tried to explain to him that i had set some boundaries with brendan that i had to maintain. this has been going on for years now, and i can't let his situation drag me down to those ugly places again. i made it clear that he couldn't be a part of my life if he continued to choose drugs and booze and lying and stealing over friendship and honesty. he said some not so nice things that day that i tried to put into perspective - you know, take it from the source - stuff like that, but it's awfully difficult to do when you have given so much and been treated badly in return. not once or twice either - dozens of times at this point. i then got a call from the attending - brendan gave MY number as his next of kin contact - and HE asked whether or not i would come. by this time it was 5:30AM and i had to be at work at 7. i explained to the doc that we were not, in fact, family, and i went through my (by now) hollow-sounding 'boundaries' spiel again. he seemed to understand, and after reassuring me that brendan was in relatively no physical danger, and after giving him my cell # in case things changed, i hung up. not for nothing, but with this whole insomnia thing - i tend to fall asleep around 4 or 5AM, so you guessed it - no sleep for your girl at all.
plus the dog is driving me crazy in all her puppiness (yes, dammit, that's a word!)
it seems i have no space for myself either in, or out, of my head - which is pounding like a small army of ice-pick wielding maniacs are trying to break out of it and take over the world. i don't even know what i'm saying anymore. the dog's in her crate and i have barricaded myself in my office to purge all of these thoughts and feelings before they make my head explode. perhaps that was a tad dramatic. if anyone is still reading this - i apologise.
there's tomorrow - another evil work day, and thursday, but i have off on friday. something to look forward to, i guess. whelp, i'm bone-weary and typed out so
goodnight, everybody
Saturday, August 6, 2005
1 year memorial for Indian Larry
2nd Annual Indian Larry Grease Monkey Block Party
Saturday, September 10th
151 North 14th st
Brooklyn, N.Y.
just when you think time couldn't possibly move any slower,
a year goes by and sort of just slaps you in the face. hard.
i'm hot and sticky. my vacation can not come soon enough.
oh, and good luck to the louderARTS team who are on the way
to Albuquerque for the NPS 2005
Saturday, September 10th
151 North 14th st
Brooklyn, N.Y.
just when you think time couldn't possibly move any slower,
a year goes by and sort of just slaps you in the face. hard.
i'm hot and sticky. my vacation can not come soon enough.
oh, and good luck to the louderARTS team who are on the way
to Albuquerque for the NPS 2005
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