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Monday, June 29, 2009

Calling 912: Is Stuart Heritage OK?

My statcounter is BLOWN up with hits from the United Kingdom. Hitting posts I've written about or around Stuart Heritage over the past few months. It has me concerned. Man, with all the celebrity deaths, and other madness in this world, I'm having concerns whether Stuart Heritage is OK... I don't want to hear he's taken a tragic tumble off Big Ben or off one of those outrageous bridges that cross the Thames and is in some sort of serious way.

I mean people, you are concerning me. Man, if anyone knows him contact Someone. *grin* Perhaps we need a 912 number. You know like 911 only this one is 912 "Stuart is OK" or some shit. You know Mr. Heritage and I have had our differences but man, I Care. I just have to say, I'm in awe of the responses I'm seeing. (Taylor Hicks, baybee, apparently you are NOT Stuart Heritage.)

Conversely and taking the negative slant, being Libra and part Lioness (my moon sign) I have to look at all aspects, certainly IF anyone of you readers are thinking about stealing any of my asinine and mundane posts hit the road Jack, I'll hunt you down and like a good Texan, shoot you. It's how we roll, baby. But seriously, my statcounter is Freaking me the Hell out. I mean, WHO KNEW?

Stuart Heritage I hope you are fine (well, I know you ARE THAT) and dandy (and whatever that entails) but I hope the Hell these are not attorneys hot on Sunny's ass. Wouldn't THAT be Ironic.
Alanis Morisset "Isn't It Ironic" ( You regulars knew that was the song, right? )

Hadden Sayers Band

Hadden Sayers is a Texan born in Nacogdoches, raised in Sugar Land. He started playing guitar as a teenager, and like many of us became immersed in live music. He attended Texas A&M University in College Station, TX, but music was his preference. He's hung out with Blues and Texas Music legends Gatemouth Brown, Joe Ely, Omar and the Howlers, Eric Johnson and the "The Ramones". Sayers did get a degree in Journalism, then moved to Austin, TX where he was fortunate to enter into a "blues internship" with legendary BB King rhythm section "Silent Partners".

Sayers then joined Bluesman Lucky Peterson’s touring band, followed by returning to Houston and hooking up with Miss Molly and the Whips making his recording and songwriting debut on her first 2 releases: “Miss Molly” (EFM 1992) and “In the Garden” (EFM 1993).

Sayers began work on his own album in late 1993 and the Hadden Sayers Band was born. In 2004 Sayers moved to Columbus, Ohio to re-invent and re-invigorate. After a two-year hiatus from relentless touring, Sayers has returned to the studio and stage with an armload of new songs that decidedly more "Texas" than the material he wrote while living in the state. "Its a classic case of absence making the heart grow fonder." "The material I'm writing today is directly linked to the dance halls and stages I frequented in my first groups.....blurring the line between Country, Rock and Blues". (excerpted from Hadden's bio on-line)

Our Saturday night "Garden Party" featured the Hadden Sayers Band, and until then,I'd not heard or seen them live. It was through one of DMan's band pals we had the treat to finally hear and experience them, live. "R." had seen them while on a trip to Houston. I was impressed with them, the night of our party there were just three of the band members present, but those three guys made some great sound. Apparently the size and number in the band varies depending on venue and availability.
Hadden Sayers Band, "End of the Road"

Now the lead singer, Hadden Sayers, doesn't have Taylor Hicks or Joe Cocker style of vocals, his vocal tonal sound remind me a little of Stevie Ray Vaughn, really, and he's certainly proficient on the guitar. The band had us dancing in the moonlight until our legal curfew. We've decided to make this an annual event and expand it yearly. It was like our own festival, kids running with lighted glow jewelry, running with sparklers, grills cooking a variety of things from corn on the cob to ribs. Margarita machines and home made brews. Tables were set up and down the long street that we had blocked off. Fireworks at dark (yes we know they're illegal). Next year, since this street is so long we're going for a band at each end. We definitely would want the Hadden Sayers Band to return.
Hadden Sayers Band, "Everybody's Talking"

We've also put in motion a group, band related trip, to New Orleans for Fall. Really digging the new band members DMan and his buddy, R., have compiled, especially love my new BFF, Patrick. He's a classically trained pianist and plays beautifully. He sent a bouquet of sunflowers through DMan last night because he was having thoughts his calling me an "Ass" right after we met might deserve flowers. DMan assured him, it was one of my favorite parts of the night, I found it so cool he was so uninhibited with me. The sunflowers though, nice touch.

The guys are are set to play more gigs throughout the Fall and have a New Year's Eve date to be excited about. Do I think they're going to be The Next Big Thing in Dallas music? No. Am I happy they're having such a great time together and DMan gets to keep playing? Yes, he loves performing.

Regarding the Hadden Sayers Band, if you'd like to explore their sound a little more, their complete discography can be found in that link.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

We Went to a Garden Party

Last night we went to the most incredibly enjoyable party. Darling Man won my forgiveness as well, but I'm still not doing his laundry this week nor cooking for him as a measure of reminder for his bad deed Friday night. As some of you readers know, Darling Man's in a band and they play small gigs around town. I met the new keyboardist for the group, Patrick. We hit it off immediately. One of the first things he said to me, "You're an Ass", after a comment I made. We looked at each other and laughed until tears came. Instant recognition it seems. He's right too.

Conversation turned from their next gigs to birthdays. Seems his birthday falls close to mine so now we're having a big birthday party to celebrate his 32nd and my...well we need not talk about it... What has endeared him to me for life, he could not believe how old I'm about to be, he absolutely freaked. Flattery will get you everywhere with me. I asked DMan if I could keep him. I'm taking photos of he and the guys, next open practice. He's gorgeous, handsome and completely hilarious. We walked to his house after the party and he and DMan played for us, they work really well together.

At the party, we had the Hadden Sayers Band perform - had a huge turn out with the street blocked off. This band has played with The Derek Trucks Band and The Blind Boys of Alabama as an opening. They also provided background for the 2007 International Auto Show commercial. (click to listen)
Hadden Sayers Band

Saturday, June 27, 2009

"Someone" wrote a Post last Night...

I fell asleep on the sofa and apparently left up my blog, etc. DMan had some fun so just excuse the previous post (now taken down) as a man's wacky humor and yes, he's in the dog house.
To Caryl, no I never danced with a boa, feather perhaps yes, but snake, never. I did exotic dance a looong time back when putting myself through school. DMan obviously, as he watched "Dusk til Dawn" and drooling over Hayek, found himself waxing whimsical and obviously day dreaming...
"Dog House Boogie" Seasick Steve

bow wow, wow.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Indiscriminate Act of Kindness: Taylor Hicks

Thanks to .... so much! Squee! "Indiscriminate Act of Kindness" Taylor Hicks

Indiscriminate Act of Kindness from edjorg on Vimeo.

Teddy Bear Man, Comedy Writer

Anyone who knows me understands I've taken a shine to that 140 character, social networking site, Twitter. It may be somewhat of a silly pursuit but it is a free, and how can you not like "free", format to talk to anyone in the world? Thinking of how the minutes would fly on my cell phone should I utilize it to talk to some of my on-line friends make it a perfect venue for our interest related conversations.

Should you want to hit me on Twitter, I'm Suns39. No, the numbers not an age related combination, more of a numerology thing, but I won't bore you with that aspect. I've met some new friends on the site and reconnected with a few old friends.

About two weeks ago this guy hit me as a "follow". Twitter name, 'eskimotuesday'; I was intrigued by his profile image, a lovely dark haired guy with really nice eyebrows, asleep, in bed. He had a small bear perched on his shoulder. Immediately I knew he was special. The guy, not the bear, of course, but I did like that bear. So I decided to keep him and follow him in return. To my pleasant surprise he began Direct Messaging me, which I've enjoyed. He refers to me "bear lover" because of my fascination with his teddy bear... He also has a curious aversion to capitalizing letters.

Teddy Bear guy's name is Blake J. Harris; a writer out of New York City. It seems he's started a production film company called Flying Penguins. He and his co-writers and partners have created a film called, "The Flying Scissors" under this production company.

It's a comedy, you can read some details on "The Flying Scissors" IMDb. The film has its own MySpace site, you can visit to find out more information, if you're curious - and you should be. The official website for the movie is at "The Flying Scissors" website.

Blake recently returned from a trip to Los Angeles but he's not divulged any details of what he was accomplishing while there, simply mentioned some meetings. He operates a blogspot called, Tyranny Rocks and has an adorable blog with teddy bear tales, Scheming Bears operated by perhaps his bear alias, Claude Bear. Complete with pictures and everything. It's lovely.

I suggest, dear readers, you check out my Twitter Bear man's movie - I have the trailer for you, right here so you can get an idea of what Blake does in his creative moments beside posting playground polls and talking through teddy bears.

"The Flying Scissors" trailer

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Taylor Hicks Videos from the Magic Bag

Taylor Hicks put on a show in Ferndale, MI at a club called the Magic Bag, Monday night. There was a video ban on the concert but this intrepid attendee managed to snare a few tunes. Sadly, no evidence of "Indiscriminate Act of Kindness".

Sounds as though Taylor put on a great show. Lucky attendees. See you in Birmingham in September, people.

"Maybe You Should" Taylor Hicks

"Once Upon a Lover of Mine" Taylor Hicks (gets cut prematurely)

"I Live on a Battlefield"

Taylor Hicks - I Live On A Battlefield - Magic Bag 6-22-09 from ForeverTaylor on Vimeo.

videos c/o Forever Taylor

Taylor Hicks - The Runaround - Magic Bag 6-22-09 from ForeverTaylor on Vimeo.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Taylor Hicks Acoustic at the Magic Bag

Taylor Hicks' set list, The Distance, I Live on a Battlefield, The Runaround, What's Right is Right, Don't Let Me Down, The Deal, Nineteen, Gonna Move, Soul Serenade, Indiscriminate Act of Kindness, Maybe You Should, Seven Mile Breakdown, and Feeling All Right. There were a few I missed, but for the most part that's the list.

Man, I've wanted to hear him do this tune: "Indiscriminate Act of Kindness" Taylor Hicks

He sounds so good on this track.

More to come tomorrow.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Taylor Hicks Shadow Tours on the Calendar

I've been remiss in not including the dates on upcoming after "Grease" concerts Taylor Hicks has lined up. Coming up this Monday night, June 22 Taylor is set to perform at The Magic Bag. Brian Less, keyboards and Josh Smith on guitar to join him.

Taylor is to play at Smith’s Olde Bar, in Atlanta when "Grease" hits town with the concert scheduled for August 16. Mr. Hicks is not a stranger to that venue, having played there back when he was on the 2006 American Idol tour.

Then, coming in September, Taylor Hicks returns to Birmingham and Workplay, Friday September 25th with now an additional night added, September 26. To purchase tickets hit this link Workplay.

The Workplay event happens to fall on my birthday weekend; likely I'll hit the Saturday show. Haven't been to Alabama in a while now so will be great to fly back and hang out for the weekend. Have friends at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa I can check in on while in town.

Here's a short clip from back in the Idol tour days. Taylor and some of the guys from the Idol tour were known to hit the bars and play together after the tour concerts. This clip is a chaotic mess with Elliott Yamin and Ace on stage with him. Note the drink waving; feel free to wave back.

video c/o WeAreNotNKSAnymore

Friday, June 19, 2009

Robert Pattinson Fans Chase Him Into Traffic, Bodyguards Scatter

Robert Pattinson was literally chased into traffic on a New York City street. Hysterical and likely shrieking fans pounded the pavement in a stampede after spotting Rpattz. RadarOnLine.com featured the story yesterday, that Pattinson, while exiting a bookstore and surrounded by burly bodyguards, was nearly injured by a taxi cab.

RPattz, in his haste to escape the screaming hoard bearing down upon him, a hoard that may have been comparable to the fabled Harpies in Greek mythology, Pattinson apparently smacked into a Big Apple taxi. Perhaps he was reading too much into his hype from "Twilight", you know his skin was purportedly hard as diamonds and much more sparkly, feeling invincible, or likely just incredibly panicked he collided with the cab. He was fortunate this collision wasn't worse as anyone who has ever been to The Big Apple can attest to the mad driving skills of the city's taxi drivers...

Apparently after Pattinson's run-in with the cab, the bodyguards snapped to their senses, or perhaps embarrassed by their fear of the hoard, one of them shouted out, "You see what you did, you almost killed him!".

Pattinson being the trooper that he his, carried on and continued filming more scenes for his upcoming movie, "Remember Me", later that day. The taxi cab carried on - just another day in the life of almost mowing people down. The screaming hoard of Harpies fans? Who knows, my ADD kicked in and I lost interest after reading about Will Farrell gobbling reindeer eyeballs and sipping his own urine. Really.

"The Hangover" Just because it reminds me of an adventure I had once...

"Crazy Train" Ozzy (He never ate eyeballs nor drank his pee, that I know of, but there was that bat incident.)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Palin Forgives Letterman: Freedom of Speech the Key

Yesterday I wrote a post about the situation between Alaska Governor Sarah Palin and late night talk show host, David Letterman. They were at an impasse over the joke Dave made regarding Alex Rodriguez and one of Palin's daughters. I mulled over my thoughts regarding whether it constitutes an issue of free speech or crossed the line because one of the daughters, the one that attended the baseball game inferred in the joke, was underage.

Well it seems everyone is kissing and making up now, news source Newsmax left me this article in my email inbox this morning. Palin's statement, "on behalf of all young women, like my daughters, who hope men who `joke' about public displays of sexual exploitation of girls will soon evolve." Something we'd love to see happen with all men I suppose, that march toward evolution.

In this case, though, unlike with my example of the Jamie Foxx vs Miley Cyrus, Letterman comes out on his show announcing publicly to his audience and television viewers his regrets for this unfortunate situation. That, to me, speaks that although Dave may have committed somewhat of a faux paux with dropping that joke, this man is not one who needs be beaten into an evolved state. Letterman's apology shows integrity, bravery and self-deprecating humor found in persons of an intelligent and evolved mind. According to Newsmax he took responsibility for anyone misconstruing which daughter the joke was directed toward. He said, "I'm sorry about it, and I'll try to do better in the future". Letterman added, ""The joke, really, in and of itself, can't be defended".

Any man who comes forth after doing a wrong, perceived or otherwise, and actually apologizes is to be commended. Many would rather put their head in the sand and just hope the situation goes away rather than risk some ill-conceived version of pride or embarrassment, or heaven forbid, admit they might have behaved badly.

Palin's statement issued late yesterday brought up the subject of Freedom of Speech. She said Letterman has the right to joke about whatever he wants to, and "...thankfully we have the right to express our reaction."

Invoking her Patriotic leanings and giving further sway to the thought process that indeed, this lady has plans to eventually campaign for President she issued this statement:

"This is all thanks to our U.S. military men and women putting their lives on the line for us to secure American's right to free speech," she said. "In this case, may that right be used to promote equality and respect."

Freedom of Speech was the issue that caught my focus when I wrote my post yesterday morning. Freedom of Speech entered the equation through Mrs. Palin yesterday afternoon. Freedom of Speech apparently what has sealed this riff between Governor Palin and Mr. Letterman. I guess the other Constitutional amendment, The Right to Bear Arms won't have to be invoked in this case.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Free Speech vs Comedy the Gray Area

Sarah Palin at war with David Letterman? It seems so which makes me wonder as I read the multitude of stories on this subject who really is in error. Of course, being a mother, Palin would not want anyone hurting in any way one of her children. I know I'd likely express myself if anyone insulted mine. But, considering this issue involves a late night talk show host with comedic undertones, is this something that anyone involved in the public eye should recognize as something that will and can occur? Should it be taken with a grain of salt rather than made into a national issue to be fought in the public and media fronts?

Apparently,David Letterman has made an joke concerning one of the Alaskan governor's children. The joke concerned the Palin family's recent New York visit, inspiring Letterman to quip, "during the seventh inning, her daughter was knocked up by Alex Rodriguez."

Granted, the intended jab at humor was not in good taste, but it was not intended as a direct insult at the girl(s) in question. One of the main points seem to be concerning whether Mr. Letterman was referring to Bristol Palin, the 18 year old daughter who had a child out of wedlock during the Presidential election, or Willow, the 14 year old who actually attended the baseball game Letterman referred to in the joke.

Palin's spokeperson, Sharon Leighow said, "It doesn't matter whether he was talking about Willow or Bristol, what he said was unacceptable".

What hit me immediately was the simple premise of Freedom of Speech. You know, that pesky but held dear tenet in the U.S. Constitution. Palin, a politician sitting as Governor of Alaska is a professed Patriot, naturally. Word out has it likely she harbors considerations for running for the lead office of this country one day. That adds consideration whether that tenet any Patriot should hold dear includes talk about family, underage offspring and late night off-color comedy in relation to them.

Being completely real here for a moment, consider does Freedom of Speech actually include such matters or is it to be left just for political thought and practice? Of course there needs to be set boundaries on insults or lies or deceitful remarks directed at anyone, whether a celebrity, political aspirant or a regular ol' Joe in the crowd. We all have and need be able to set limitations on what we will accept according to our own personal base lines. But is the reaction fitting the moment, the weak joke in this case?

Jamie Foxx, back in April, on his Sirius satellite radio show The Foxxhole, mocked Miley Cyrus. Granted Cyrus is living life larger than her underage parameters should indicate, but Foxx said some incredibly crass comments, even if he'd been talking about someone much older.

Foxx's show referred to the 16-year-old as a "little white bitch". Foxx under some misguided possibly too-much-coffee induced rant advised young Miley something to the effect of, 'do some heroin, get an STD, make a sex tape and grow up'. Now take into consideration the man has a daughter in the same age bracket as Cyrus, that does nothing to lessen the vulgarity of the attack nor make it all okay.

If Foxx had been going for the humor it was sorely amiss during that tasteless tirade toward Cyrus. He did, following a media meltdown over his remarks, issue an apology while on Leno. Of course his appearance in April, on Jay's show, was to promote his movie, "The Soloist", released April 24. Foxx said "I so apologize to Miley, and this is sincere. I am a comedian, and you guys know that whatever I say, I don't mean any of it."

So, returning to the topic of Letterman vs Palin, by being a comedian, cracking jokes about a person of interest, or anyone under the legal age of adulthood, is that crossing that Freedom of Speech line? Is there or should there even be a line when it comes to one of the values we American people tout as one of the most important social dividers between our country and other nations? Is this even an applicable issue, Freedom of Speech?

I was surprised to see how many articles being generated by this situation, none have any answers or even seem to question does Letterman have the right, does Foxx or any other comedian, in the name of trying to be funny have the right to target, as a punchline, underage children in their joke series?

In the quest for humor and comedy are there boundaries that should be sanctioned "off limits"? On this front, the whole celebrity meets comedian I'm not certain where the line should be drawn or the limits imposed. Certainly the Momma Bear has been awakened in Governor Palin against David Letterman, it may be in good form for him to remember she's not afraid to go moose hunting.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

AT&T Live Streaming Bonnaroo

I've been having a time getting away from the WebTV to go into The Big Real. Heard this band today for the first time and really like their sound.
"Heartless Bastards"

Grace Potter and The Nocturnals were also amazing. Looking forward to later in the day, Government Mule, Springsteen. We're planning to hit it next year.

Great music today c/o AT&T Link: Bonnaroo.

Friday, June 12, 2009

"The Hangover"

No music in this post, unless you consider laughter music, some do, you know.
"The Hangover" Laughed until I cried watching this trailer. Must see it.

Another trailer:

Man, we're going tonight.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Meltdown Madness - I Embraced My Inner 14 Year Old

Part of my mixing in the insanity bin part of my brain lately may have to do with a few issues I've been confronted with over the past several months. You know, Spring sprung, all the flowers blooming etc... mingled in with my emergence from a time of chronic and fierce daily pain.

Now Summer at hand, the hay on the fields nearby has been cut for first baling, turning amber, the heat here withering those little Spring flowers. I'm still pain free and loving that part of my life but I'm wondering at times if I've traded that pain for some sort of mental deficiency. Really chucking down the B vitamins lately...just in case.

What I think it, at least partially, comes down to is my seeing how quickly life is zipping past. I mean the hours rush by at full gallop and I now hit my hair with a bit of color care of Cindy at the Salon. I've fine lines under my eyes and my forehead recently had a nice little Botox injection. (It can be our secret.) Not that I'm particularly vain but I have been known to occasionally care about my presentation to the world. Granted, over the past five years I've not dwelt on it that much with the overwhelming physical aches and pains taking front seat in my consciousness. Priorities, you know.

I've always had a temper, it's one of my failings as a human being. I was One-of-Those children who could throw herself down in public and scream like a maniac. Poor Darling Man and the other men before him could attest I can throw random objects with precise speed and force when I'm sufficiently inspired. That said, I'm not an angry person, on the contrary I'm a normally laid back person with a wry sense of humor and have been known to roll around being ridiculously silly. Thing is, once inspired I can go on a roll, a tangent, rally into an obsessed red haze to see justice done in all of it's glory. Well, justice in so far I see its meaning. I would have made a great warrior Princess.

I recently, as some of you know, developed this strange fascination for someone I met on-line, which became fueled by late night talks and random comments. I have to clarify, I've met a lot of people on line, male, female but never felt this level of connection before, especially from the very start. Sadly there were a lot of odd issues at hand; he's quite a distance from me, current relationships and he's a bit younger than I am, ripe considerations that lead to misinterpretations all around.

Today an on-line cohort put up this article, lively written by Joan Raymond for Newsweek Pop Vox, titled, "Why Cougars Crave "Idol" Runner-Up Adam Lambert". Now don't go running off thinking it's Adam gLambert who is the person of point in my little fascination, no, but the point of the article fits. It fits quite well. It's that cougar moniker bothering me somewhat as well. Cougar. Man, is that what it is then when a lady becomes a certain age and discovers an attraction for someone younger? I guess so. Makes me cringe, really.

Anyway, in Ms. Raymond's article she relays her thoughts about gLambert's gorgeous Rolling Stone Magazine cover shoot, writing, "We love Adam, truly, madly, deeply, in a kind of weirdly Mrs. Robinson sexual way. And the reason doesn't just have to do with our past lives as professional groupies. It also has something to do with biology."

That phrase ticked for me like that bio-clock I've heard about...I thought yeah, it sums up my thoughts of late, how time is running by so quickly. I've found myself lately with my newly found pain free existence noticing more around me, feeling in tune with The Everything of Everything. It's been rather like taking a trip back in time; like this quote from sex therapist Laura Berman, director of the Berman Center in Chicago, "I think more women would be happier if they channeled their inner 14-year-old girls once in a while," It's exactly like what I've been experiencing - I have been embracing my inner 14 year old with wild abandon. Too wild at times and too much abandon.

Taking that article's theory, that the writer's (and her friend's) connection with Lambert may be a wake-up call to be more playful, to have more fun, exercise the right to be more confident, I completely relate. That has been my inner mantra now for months. I've almost been screaming to anyone who will listen, "I'm back, man, I'm embracing the Sunny I was before the pain, before I got sick!" I'm getting to the point I'm almost boring myself over it.

Darling Man has looked at me with an almost slight fear in his eyes since my 'emergence' as I think of it. He said he doesn't know if he can handle me being back like That again. I catch him trying to get me to slow down, to do the things I have for the past several years, be more sedate. I just can't, I'm absolutely exploding to be Out There. I know temperance and moderation the balance and key to a good life without being self-destructive to oneself; at one point I was relatively self-destructive, something I'm not proud of. Rather, this time around, what I am shooting for, at this point in my life - acknowledging I will be accepted - for me. Thing is, goal one, tempering that attitude with some semblance of grace. Obviously I fell off that descriptor (the graceful part) again the other night.

You see, I had things I wanted to say to SOMEONE who has affected me rather like the woman wrote feeling about young Adam. My issue, the man had decided to absolutely cut me out after we had an unfortunate argument. I'm not even sure what started some of our 'discussions' we've had. One minute everything is all nice and funny then it would get rather sexy then we'd have an argument. Certainly people argue, that last night I was angry with him too, but I get mad then I get over it. I may throw a plate or something, but then I'm done. Obviously he is not like me in that regard. Too, I think it was perhaps his way to justify and create a moment for this break; it had been discussed, considering everything going on, the most sensible plan for everyone involved. We knew each other a short time but things went spiraling out of control very quickly. It was odd, fascinating and well fascinating the best word for it.

Anyway, my combined inner self-destructive Diva came bursting out all over the place in a big gooey rage, the other night. I was ranting in frustrations over this person not wanting to see things my way. For this person not hearing me out or giving me at least the respect of a decent last conversation. The last one he and I had consisted of his relaying the painfulness of this association for him, how he'd been feeling physically affected by this and how he's not certain this a healthy thing for he or I. He was being wrecked with guilt, with feeling "like shit" for how this situation was conflicting with his personal life. How he felt miserable over what and how he was feeling and thinking about me.

I never got to have my say really. No, during the 'discussion' that last night, I became all adolescent reactions like I had braces and zits again. I did not get the opportunity to let him know how it had affected me; the pros and the cons. How absolutely wonderful I thought he was while understanding this wasn't a feasible thing. Instead we wound up virtually shouting and hanging up on each other and then, poof. He cuts me off. It was not dissimilar to being censored or driving a one-way highway to Hell. His version of Highway to Hell.

Following his then shutting me out of everyplace we had talked previously, my 14 year old inner adolescent was literally screaming to punish him for his transgressions of not putting the fight past us and at least parting on more amicable terms. It was the nature of the situation from the start, quite intense yet sad; a meeting of the minds over how we had ended just as oddly and intensely as we started. Intriguing yet almost scary to imagine what he and I would be like toward each other in person. It would have certainly been one for the books. In fact it is. Tentatively, currently, I'm titling it "Time and Place" and certainly this man will have an acknowledgment should everything work out. I just wish things could have been more like how I'm writing it and that we'd not come to such a violent end. I regret being unable to keep that 14 year old adolescent with braces and zits under control; I regret I lost my mind and my sense of grace. Regret has it's place, I'm just not ready to file it away yet. I'm thinking that is the Inner 14 year old talking, I really need get her under control.

"Lie to Me" Chris Isaak

There is a woman, far over the sea.
Standing and waiting, praying for me.
Here I lie sleeping, a girl by my side.
Who am I hurting, each time I lie.

Lie to me, lie. Lie to me, lie.

There is a woman, trying hard to be brave.
The way that I hurt her, has made her afraid.
Things that I'm doing, are breaking her heart.
Still she's pretending, we'll never part.

Lie to me, lie. Lie to me, lie.

I don't care what people may say, I know everybody lies.
I'm not trying to hurt my love, I'm only trying to get by.

There is a woman, far over the sea.
Standing and waiting, praying for me.
Here I lie guilty, a girl by my side.
Who am I hurting, each time I lie.

Lie to me, lie. Lie to me, lie. Lie to me, lie. Lie to me, Lie.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Dairy Cones on Grease

Riding inside an ice cream cone. It's all in a day's work really. Taylor Hicks rides almost daily inside a glittery, approximately nine foot tall dairy confection to emerge singing and harmonica playing, city to city to the tune of "Beauty School Drop Out".

It seems that Mr. Hicks is also fully embracing the inner cheese behind the entire "Grease" premise now that he's hit The Cheese State of Wisconsin. He's decided to pay tribute to all the cheesy goodness therein by adding a lovely Cheesehead crown to his sparkly Nudie suit ensemble. I think it's actually working, your thoughts dear readers? I say keep it, why not?

What initially began as a Summer stint on Broadway in the reality show driven latest spin off of "Grease" (The One That You Want...) has developed into a long term proposition for Mr. Hicks. He's been traveling with the national touring company of the originally Broadway production now for months and it seems contracts have been penned to have him continue with this production into 2010. Then what? Perhaps yet another contract to continue riding that ice cream into infinity and beyond.

Taylor Hicks, as written in another one of my rambling blog posts, has a presence on Twitter and so does his featured sidekick in his Dairy adventures. The sidekick is retaining an air of mystery regarding whom they might actually be; goes by the name, Dairy Cone. Claiming to be possibly a male version of a dairy treat behind their Snow Miser's image, they're proving to be entertaining to some of the current Taylor Hicks fans on the social networking site. For anyone yet not introduced to Dairy Cone, click that link and give 'em a big "howdy". We hope they'll stick around a while sharing their creamy observations of The Big Boss Man.

The Dairy Cone characterization reminds me of certain fishy characters that swam the boards when Mr. Hicks was on Idol. Anyone remember the "Goldfish Patrol" threads at the Official idolonfox.com boards? The fish, Ray and Lamont, provided "spoilers" for "Daddy's" fans - to jog anyone's memory or fill in for anyone not familiar just a quickie reminder from mj'sbigblog.

Speculation of who was actually running the Ray and Lamont storylines throughout the show's run brought some mystery but to hand it to the guy's behind the fish, it was effective interest-catching advertising for Mr. Hicks. Ray and Lamont even had their own accessories lines popping up with merchandise, still on-line. That lends me pause, perhaps Dairy Cone need consider the same thing eventually? A line of magnets, pins, t-shirts, visors. Well, it might be a tad early for that yet.

Now of course, as Dairy Cone refers to him, The Boss Man, has had some musical gigs promoting his relatively (taken in the context of time) recently released CD, "The Distance". He's done intimate venues such as Roxy's in LA and that coffee shop bar in San Francisco. He'll be heading back to California to do a July 4th gig for KFROG’s Red, White & Cruise Concert and Fireworks Extravaganza in Fontana. Now since I have to support Darling Man and his show here in Dallas, same day, no fly out to Fontana for me.

Well, perhaps we've someone new to add to the Taylor Hicks' cast of characters populating the man's career. Speaking of characters, let me serve up some Ice Cream for Crows.

Captain Beefheart

Monday, June 08, 2009

Robert Pattinson's New Name?

This photo begs to have the 'Rpattz' monniker changed to 'Rpantz'. Seriously when have you ever seen a man who can pull this off... or is it On?

A vest paired with a sleeveless t-shirt, sweat pants and well, underpantz. Now that's a Monday morning image that certainly cheers the mood. I could look at that all day. In fact I've printed it out on glossy and it will hang above this computer desk. Forever. ha.

And, not to leave out mention, his hair is a perfect work of art. I had company last night, (found she may have gotten into a bit of mischief on my laptop while I was cooking...) we had the place to ourselves. DD was at a friend's house to spend the night and DMan was at band practice. We watched ...."Twilight". Jazz had never seen it yet and well, life's not complete in the Pop Culture world until you've seen it at least once. Needless to say she enjoyed it very much and took my DVD home to watch it again.

This video is chock full of giggily /fangurl Squee moments. Song, The Cure's "Pictures of You".

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Prince Turns 51 in The Purple Rain

Prince turns 51 today and there is an actual video matching his song "Purple Rain" up on the Youtube. Being a long time lover of all things related to erotic guitars and strange men I have to post a video link. Actually I think renting "Purple Rain" might be in order. And cake. We have to have some cake.

Hit this link for "Purple Rain" in concert Time & Birthdays according to Prince. He certainly looks pretty all wet and sparkly.

Taylor Hicks' Twittering

Taylor Hicks is on Twitter. Really who isn't these days? Oh well probably thousands, but still, it IS The Thing these days and really quite fun. Mr. Hicks is twittering much more than he did initially. Currently he's up all the way now to 39 updates. Stellar! Well not really when chatty Cathy's like myself are heading for the 1500 mark within a two month span.

It's really sort of a vanity endeavor when you consider this whole phenomenon; by twittering messages, songs, whatever strikes your fancy you are assuming other people even remotely care what you think, what interests you. Likely that is one of the biggest draws for Twitter, embrace your inner ego and let it rip. Take that a step further and I think it reflects on a person's self image to even go there and do it. That said it is a nice little way to stay in touch with on-line friends outside of blog posts. By the way, anyone not initiated to this little on-line phenom, an update is in effect a post.

The majority of Mr. Hicks' twitters, tweets or twits; whichever you want to refer to them as have been text messages. An occasional few from the man's computer. He keeps them short and normally refers to his time spent in the "Grease" ice cream cone prop. He's even dubbed himself as Cone Ranger.

One of my favorite updates he's hung out on twitter, "How does anyone watch the Bachelor. My bad.People watch it because the success rate is so high." Seriously how does anyone watch that show? I'd rather stab myself with a pencil than watch that tripe. I know, considering my past history with my sub intelligent devotion to American Idol, there must be some sort of deviated irony in my slamming ANY show as being tripe. I mean qualifications for judgment not really something I can own, you know - considering...

Last night Mr. Hicks updated with, "Cheesehead night in Wisconsin.Go Back to that Cheeseball in the Sky." Which naturally screamed Norman Greenbaum's tune - a fitting one for a Sunday morning.

"Spirit in the Sky" remake by DC Talk

(I'm fascinated with how they got this footage.)

Something in My Liberty

The Verve "Lucky Man"

Lucky Man lyrics
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my

Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just where I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?

Well, I'm a lucky man
With fire in my hands

Something in my own place
I'm standing naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am

Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just who I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?

I hope you understand
I hope you understand

Gotta love that'll never die

It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty"

Really freaking nice little tune.

Friday, June 05, 2009

Vintage Bob Dylan, Sun Rising

"Isis" Bob Dylan
"She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise.
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed,
I came in from the East with the Sun in my eyes.
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.

She said, "Where ya been?" I said, "No place special."
She said, "You look different." I said, "Well, not quite."
She said, "You been gone." I said, "That's only natural."
She said, "You gonna stay?" I said, "Yeah, I jes might."

Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child.
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin' rain"

Vintage tune.

I'm feeling much better today, thanks and love to all my friends.

"Idiot Wind" Bob Dylan

Lyrics on the tube site. Very nice. Very fitting.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Angels, Faeries and Truth

I had a mad real discussion tonight with the man I live with. He's a guy I have known for many years, he's loved me, he's hated me, he's fought with me, but he continues to say I am the only woman he's ever known worth anything. I think that's validation.

"Nothing Ever Hurt Like You" James Morrison

Lyrics to Nothing Ever Hurt Like You
"Broken Strings"

Okay Who, put my man in such a turmoil, not to mention my heart? This gorgeously handsome man who likely will prove the insane death of Me. (He's Beautiful.)

Monday, June 01, 2009

Allman Brothers Tripping the Southern Rock

Dreams lyrics
I'm hung up on dreams I'll never see...

cheers to Slowhandfender for the video

"Midnight Rider"

I'm on some sort of Allman Brothers trip or something. I'll work it out. Might be the vinyls I recently picked up. Certainly goes down well with a few Lone Star longnecks.