Oh my gosh, gang, I got such great writing done yesterday.

It was one of those days, where I sat down to the manuscript around 10:30am, and then the next thing I knew, it was 5pm. The day had absolutely flown. And the words just hit the page without any trouble at all.

I was so happy. It was just such a great day.

But then for some reason, I had some trouble sleeping last night. I’m not sure why. I awoke and then started checking stuff on my phone in order to keep my mind off of worrying. And there was an email from Valerie and she sounded really fed up with trying to get the text to look right for the back cover of The Guitar Hero Goes Home.

But as far as I could tell, the images looked just fine. I even got out of bed and checked them on my laptop, and I couldn’t understand what she was talking about. But she did seem really fed up with it.

Anyway, then I laid awake for 2 hours. Trying not to worry about everything under the sun. And then I was suddenly dead asleep for about 5 more hours (!!), and I had a really unpleasant, sort of post-apocalyptic dream. I had never actually had a dream quite like it before. And then my eyes sort of sprang open and I was awake.

But now — well I did all my Inner Being journaling, and my re-calibrating journaling and my meditation and I did the treadmill AND used my amazing new vacuum cleaner again!!! So I am once again in a great space and I think I’m going to have another great day.

Well, I guess this is going to be a short post today, folks. I want to get back to Thug Luckless: Welcome to P-Town. I hope you are enjoying your Sunday, wherever you are in the world.  Sort of scary that there is only one more weekend after this and then it will be September. I am really seriously trying not to dwell on it, how quickly this summer disappeared.

Don’t forget that the fan music videos are still going on today over at Bad Seed TeeVee. You can check them out at that link!

I leave you with my evening-listening music from yesterday. An old song that always makes me think of my biological half-brother, because this album (Centerfield by John Fogerty) was a huge hit the spring that I met my brother (1986 ). The album had already been out for a year, but the songs were still really popular. I was 25 years old when I met my half-brother for the first time, and he was 19. It was incredible and intense and he meant so much to me, from the very moment I met him.

He was/is an unbelievably insane alcoholic, and back then, he had a really violent temper when he got drunk. And he would just get SO drunk, with that hair-trigger temper. It got scary. But back then, my birth mom was living with this wonderful truck driver who was a lot scarier when he wanted to be, so it kept my brother balanced out. For a while.

Anyway. One gorgeous spring morning at dawn during my first trip to visit them, I awoke to find my brother standing next to my bed, teetering and swaying — he was so fucking drunk. And he looked down at me and said, “You are so pretty.” And I thought: oh, shit.

But he had his little portable boombox with him and he suddenly hit the play button and, super loudly, at dawn, everyone in the house sleeping, John Fogerty’s Centerfield album came blasting out. It was already one of my favorite albums , but now all I think of when I listen to it are those memories of that first time I met my half-brother.

All righty. Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with “I Saw It On TV” from Centerfield (1985). Enjoy!!! I love you guys. See ya.

“I Saw It On TV”

They sent us home to watch the show coming on the little screen
A man named Ike was in the white house big black limousine
There were many shows that followed from hooter to dootyville
Though I saw them all I can’t recall which cartoon were real
The coonskin caps Yankee bats the hound dog man’s big start
The A bomb fears Annette had ears I lusted in my heart
A young man from Boston said “sail the new frontier”
And we watched the dream dead end in Dallas
They buried innocence that year

[Chorus:]
I know it’s true oh so true cause I saw it on T.V.

We gathered round to hear the sound coming on the little screen
The grief had passed the old men laughed and all the girls screamed
‘Cause four guys from England took all by the hand
It was time to laugh time to sing time to join the band

But all too soon we hit the moon and covered up the sky
They built the bombs and aimed their guns and still I don’t know why
The dominoes tumbled and big business roared
Every night at six they showed the pictures and counted up the score

[Chorus:]
I know it’s true oh so true cause I saw it on T.V.

The Old man rocks among his dreams a prisoner of the porch
The light he said at the end of the tunnel
Was nothing but a burglar’s torch
And them that was caught in the cover are all rich and free
But they chained my mind to an endless tune
When they took my only son from me

[Chorus:]
I know it’s true oh so true cause I saw it on T.V.
I know it’s true oh so true cause I saw it on T.V.

© 1985 John Fogerty