In an effort to distract myself from the current stressful situation, I’ve decided to try to rekindle the interest in my blog again. Writing is cathartic and even if it’s all mundane B.S., at least I get to express myself. Right? Right!
So I’ve been listening to a LOT of music lately which just goes hand in hand with bad breakups. It’s super cliche! But for a reason. It helps. I guess.
Anyway, the point is that I’ve rediscovered some old music I haven’t listened to in a million years or so, give or take a decade. Most of it is stuff from well-known artists or at least artists with major record labels. But a few songs are by people I know, personally. Back when the world was different and I ran witha different crowd, I was surrounded by artists. My friends were all into music or art in some form or another. None of them ever became well-known or rich and famous, but they were still talented. When one of their songs pops up I think about them and memories just wash over me. It takes feel good music to a whole new level.
I’ve lost touch with all of these people over the years. Something I thought would never happen at the time, I’m sure. I wonder about them when I hear their songs. One moved on to Nashville, I know. But I wonder if he is still there. The other, I think, moved back to Canada, but I can’t be sure. Doesn’t matter anyway, I wouldn’t reach out to them even if I knew how. That’s a long time gone from where I am right now and I don’t need or want to go back again.
Still, when their music comes up it makes me smile and it makes me wistful and besides evoking those personal memories, they’re just good music. The lyrics are thoughtful and well-written. The music is mellow and just right. It makes me proud to have known them at one time. And I wonder if they realize it? It kind of makes me sad to think about how good their music makes me feel and they will never know. Neither of them hit it big like they thought they would and isn’t that always the way? I’m sure they are probably respectable adults with “regular” jobs now. I’m sure they have 2.5 kids and a mortgage. I’m sure they grew up. I hope they are happy and content in their new lives and I hope they don’t regret the choices they made. I just wish I could let them know how much their music meant to me and still means to me and I want them to know that they made a lasting difference and mark on someone’s life.
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire












